...go with the flow of energy and keep focus, for you have already succeeded, but have not completed the journey.
Back in late December, after much contemplation, I realized that the tides of this ocean of adventure was pushing me back home to Southern Oregon. For a number of reasons, namely, I did not officially own my motorcycle yet and had no title, and that I was missing my romantic connection. "You didn't have your motorcycle title??!!" they would say. Well, when you consider yourself a conduit to which the universe looks at itself and that this planet IS my kingdom, you don't feel precautions the same way. I know I have the freedom to move about the planet as I please, but none the less, others fears weighed heavy on my heart and I decided it would be best since it would prove significantly less energy wasted on authorities. So I returned home, had my first time riding in thick snow going over Mt. Shasta, reunited with my lovely partner Shiloh at the Hi-Lo Motel in Weed, CA and was home on Christmas Eve.
Upon my return it was truly phenomenal to be back in the countless comforts and luxuries of home. For the next two months I was back to enjoying yoga and qigong training from home, acrobatic yoga around the valley, fire spinning with friends, hosting themed parties, enjoying some heavy Southern Oregon snow, playing with my mini-sphinx Hobbes, and sharing my bed with my beloved once again (perhaps the most enjoyable of all).
I was open to the tides pulling me back out again whenever felt the best, which felt more like 'not able to be on the shore anymore', then feeling the flow of a powerful tide coming in - there was more stability in leaving stability than 'playing it safe'. I sold what I could, and decided I would do my best to make it to Costa Rica with just a few hundred dollars. THIS would be the start of conquering a great fear; MONEY. I would have to be both extremely careful and extremely fortunate to pull this off, and I am being put to the test now. The Universe continues to give me plenty of reassurance with copious amounts of synchronicity (for instance, my motorcycle chain broke when I had 111 on the tachometer - days before, during a challenging part of the ride, I had 111 on the tachometer AND 111 miles left to get to my destination).
The day before I left, I had the fortunate experience of having my first scheduled public interview with Todd Medina Connects, part of the Soulogy Oneness Network (https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=soulogyonenessnetwork); it was very enjoyable aand massively self reflective to have a group of people be interested and supportive of my journey - they continue to be a big source of positive energy and encouragement. Here's a link to the interview itself: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Soulogy/permalink/1055490767915084/?pnref=story
After much emotional motion between Shiloh and I, I left on a sunny February 28th, 2017; three years to the day of the beginning of our relationship and nine years to the day I knew that soul mates existed.
With a generous cash donation and a meal in Crescent City, California from my friend Ed Pratt [incredibly grateful], I was off to Sebastapol, California to stay with my second first host, Bob Hirsch; another avid motorcycle rider, cancer survivor (thriver, really) and overall life enthusiast.
Now what you see is what you get, and you ain't seen nothin yet.
After a couple night's stay at Bob's and seeing all that my friend Stephanie had said to check out in the area and more, I headed out on my 500 mile journey south to Los Angeles down Highway 101. It was a SPECTACULAR day; forecasted sunny skies the whole way down.
And it was, sunny and bright, until dusk...
To be continued...