It is in the simplicity of this Long Ride that I have found it. The peace that permeates my being deeply and emanates from my Soul comes from that… Simplicity. For me now, my experience is reduced to what is right before me now, in this moment. A powerful meditation this has turned out to be and I can see just how the old life was incapable of providing this. Simple… Wake up, tea, eat, pack up, load the bike, ride… The interactions with the people I meet are very deep, even if it only lasts the moment and we share something that is truly divine. Outside influence is limited and my mantras of prosperity are working. I am meeting other Heroes of the Now whose consciousness in the moment is impeccable. Spirituality flows in every endeavor and life becomes the meditation with every action a divine representation of me.

As I write this, I know that I have experienced this in the past few years, albeit inconsistently, but now it is consistent and cohesive. I carry this vibration with me always with an understanding of the dynamics of the Universe. With a clear and bright consciousness, I move through my experience sharing Love with all Creation in every moment. There is only that, the other a distant remnant of some past that no longer exists. I am tuned in and vibrantly aware of all that goes on around me. In fire, we call this Situational Awareness and I have found it comes from a connection to Source. With that connection, all is happening as it is meant to be, without effort or strain and the days unfold in natural abundance with Love and Kindness. This is an energetic fact, no longer a hypothesis, I am that energetic vibration that matches Source and flows in perfect unison and harmony with the natural ebb and flow of Creation.

That is how it all came to pass the day after 10/10/10 as I awoke, packed and ate a wholesome breakfast while drinking tea and smoking. Even in the description of those events, they blend and flow into one and it came to pass that I rode away from my camp. My mind was intent on heading south on the 101, yet the bike, guided by my Higher Consciousness would have nothing to do with that ‘planned reality’. Every fork in the road that offered a turn to get on the highway, I turned the opposite direction. I had eaten and drank the allotted caffeine intake… I had fuel, but insistently I was guided into Manzanita. As I rode slowly through this beautiful beachside community, I felt a deep sense of calm all around me. It was very peaceful and serene, as my eyes wandered from the road to the small town feel. Eventually, I saw a coffee shop, Manzanita News and Espresso.

I parked and barely was off the bike when I met , a conscious local resident and we talked of the Journey and Life. Kindred in a profound way, we shared much that morning and after a while, Frank arrived and the conversation took another turn. These were the people I was to meet and I spent the morning talking about consciousness and the work. It was quite something. There were others I was to meet as well, Frank recommending I findTom Bender by asking around town. I met so many conscious people… I was offered a room to stay in by a nice couple and many appeared to assist me in my stay. The of Manzanita was pure and clear, resonating with my frequency I spent the day in a state of awareness that brought about all the meetings I was supposed to have. The experience continued to show me the way and after a day in town, I went to find Mark and Frank…

Mark was renovating a vacation property on the 101 and when I arrived I marveled at the vision he had for the property. He offered floorspace in the open framing and I graciously accepted. They recommended a ride in the woods that I took and I enjoyed an off-road experience that was so beautiful. The forests of northwest , lush and green, the rivers clear and pure and as I rode back to my roost for the night I couldn’t help but smile. All is as it is, perfect… There was much sharing of experience and we each shared the warmth of the fire that night with reverence and bliss. As I drifted off to sleep on the plywood floor amidst the open framing, I allowed the moment to slip into my unconscious and dream of the world we had spoken of. A beautiful peaceful place that exists right now if we let it.

The next morning I awoke a bit restless and cleared the energy that tried to come in the night. It moved quickly as the sun continued to bring warmth to the crisp, cool morning. What would the day bring?

Much Love,
Marc

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