Fire Season is over, Burning Season has begun..

There are few things that capture our spirit with the ease that fire does. All throughout human history, every chapter seems to begin and/or end in fire; from the dawn of man learning how to first harness it for purposes of warmth, a means to cook with, and to bring light into the darkness, to the day when the fire of the sun will go out and Earth will be no more.

But that is not today...

One of our favorite props: Fire Swords

One of our favorite props: Fire Swords

Today we dance in it!

Though it is still rare, fire spinning (more simply known as "flow art") is growing in its popularity, for obvious reasons. The thrill to the audience is matched by the thrill to the performer as we apply this chaotic and rather dangerous brand of the elements into a celebratory environment.

Did I say dangerous? I rather kid at that, as fire is only dangerous in the hands of those who are careless and disrespect it; when love, care, and practice are put into the art, there is only a trace - just enough to keep our attention.

Shiloh and I have been dancing with fire for over 3 years now and have suffered ZERO serious injuries.

Shiloh and I have been dancing with fire for over 3 years now and have suffered ZERO serious injuries.

Through a means of practicing with day props and LED glow props, amidst our usual practices of yoga, QiGong, and dancing, Shiloh and I have reduced the level of risk to near Zero. We do so not only through our own practice, but also through a means of all the necessary safety precautions:

  • Zoning off our performance space with cones and caution tape
  • Bringing a ready to use fire extinguisher
  • Always having a wet towel on hand (and a Safety Person ready to spring into action)
  • Frequent prop checks
  • An organized and calm state of mind

As this is a new industry, we know we have no room for any mistakes - so we've never made one. It is a primary lesson in flow art that when a "mistake" is made, we do not focus on it as a mistake but rather a lesson to learn from and to adapt to so quickly that the audience doesn't ever realize a blunder was ever made. Life is much the same; don't focus on where you lack, else that lack will grow in your reality ( there's your yoga lesson for the day ;) ).

We would very much like to perform at your next event! Check out our Promotional Video by clicking here!

Please contact Shiloh at (903)517-9381 and book a fire spinning performance at your next party! Else message us on our Contact Page and let us make your full circle phenomenal!!

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Where Am I?! {Sedona, Arizona}

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So.  ....

I don't know where to begin so I'll start at the beginning which is somehow in the middle yet at the end of the last post - 2 months and 2 weeks ago - it somehow feels longer then that, while at the same time the day before yesterday. Time and space are not what they used to be, but I'm staying well grounded considering all that has past. So...

As I was nearing Santa Barbara I get the sense ("thought-feeling") that something is about to happen to my motorcycle; something that will inhibit it's ability to drive. Sure enough, just as the sun is beginning to set, I lose all power to my Dark Horse and coast for about a hundred yards as I allow the most comfortable space with the most space cushion; I hardly question or even get upset as I look down at the tachometer that reads "111" - this affirms to me that I am still at the perfect place at the perfect time (as always); another story entirely of my experience with 1's in sequence. I get off the bike to find that just the chain has come off; I try to put it back on like a bicycle but it becomes quickly obvious I need a couple bigger tools (and the know how). I wave at oncoming traffic and not 30 seconds later a man pulls over who's a motorcycle hobbyist and had exactly the tools we need. Amazing. We get the chain back on but then the motorcycle won't start. Can't figure it out. Eventually it decides to live again. The incredibly helpful and supportive man decides he'll drive behind me until I make it to Santa Barbara about 13 miles down the road. As I begin riding, a regular clicking of the chain tells me that something is still not right. I pull over. We adjust. Begin riding again; still clicking. Pull over, adjust, ride, more clicking. Now the sun has set and the last light is here. The man encourages me just to ride and see if I can make it to a shop; since we have done everything two inexperienced motorcycle mechanics can do. So I ride and get to a fast enough pace that the clicking feels like it is the softest click possible; and onward comes the second longest 13 miles I've ever ridden. As I begin to come into Santa Barbara I realize that I have lost sight of my only friend in the world and then suddenly the chain clicking becomes quickly louder and then SNAP!! I barely see it fall off of my bike in my rear view mirror and am again coasting to the best possible place I can see; fortunately an off ramp with a nice big shoulder. I, like the chain, am now at my breaking point as well. I park, get off the bike, look down to affirm what I already know, chain's gone, it's dark, I don't know where I am; somewhere in or around Santa Barbara. My friend finds me. I decide I need a place to stay or at least some wireless internet (I have not cell phone service); my friend will not host me, but he will take me and all my stuff to a Star Bucks just about a mile away. I take everything I own and put it in the back of his car, walk my bike to a street lamp post, chain it up and pray it's still there when I return. My friend affirms my hopes and graciously takes me to where I need to go. We get to the Star Bucks, unload all my stuff, put the stuff in the back patio, and I am on the internet calling for assistance without missing a beat. Funny how the times we'd like to worry most, we simply have no time to.

So I send out a facebook distress signal and get on couch surfing and begin sending out requests for help. Not 20 minutes later I have someone accepting my couch request AND THEN a flow artist friend of mine offering to drive two hours to my location to pick up me and the motorcycle AND her boyfriend is a motorcycle mechanic. The blessing, it seems, can only be found beside its equal curse. Still I am stunned, amazing, grateful, relieved and PISSED. God knows what I spoke of on facebook that night but it felt good to write with fury and relief all rolled up into a pointless and maniacal post (which I believe was it's overal theme actually). I also contact all people I had sent out requests to affirm that I no longer needed assistance; I even had one other person offer me his space. Three people came to help in no time; I am ASTOUNDINGLY GRATEFUL FOR TECHNOLOGY.

Beth and her boyfriend Kyle arrive as stated, 2 hours later - I am amazed; this is a flow artist friend that I had met twice while I had persisted in creating a "spin jam" at Middle Rogue Farm in Grants Pass two years prior. We collect everything and drive to her place; in the middle of feeling and speaking all my gratitude, I fall asleep sitting up.

I don't recall the exact order of events, but I reside in Lancaster, California for the next 7 Days while I await the parts I need and decide to get two new tires that are also needed. My funds are almost depleted and I must sell the very last of the inheritance I received from my Grandmother passing (and my Mother passing, leaving the funds to be split between my brother and I back in 2004). I now have just around $130 left and two choices, take the leap of faith and continue to Sedona, Arizona or play it safe and return to Oregon to save and try try again... again. During my final days in Lancaster, I discover that there is a Yoga Festival happening in Sedona; though I have not the money to attend something tells me I will attend if I go. All but two people who actually give me any sort of affirmation tell me to go, and the two that say don't I plainly wouldn't listen to under any other circumstance anyway; so I take the leap of faith with practically 100% assurance that I will be more than alright. I hit the road for Sedona and am feeling freer every mile I ride.
 

The all day ride of 475 miles was very smooth and affirming; new tires, new chain, open skies and open desert. I make it to Williams, Arizona and am surprised to find snow; and quite a bit of it. In case you don't know as I didn't, Northern Arizona is a high desert with elevations as low as 4,000 feet to as high as 7,000 feet WHERE THE CITIES ARE. So I bundle up, get a baring on the only place in Sedona I know to go, the Aumbase, where a potential couch surfing host says to meet me at.

It gets dark before I begin heading down into the canyon; I had seen a few pictures of Sedona and knew I was in for a visual treat, but for now all I could see were the unique skylines and stars above them. As I began down the extremely winded highway that plummeted thousands of feet in elevation in a matter of miles I get some very strange and all together unique sensations that I had never had before. It was as if thoughts themselves were being moved around inside my head; even out of my head perhaps. I discovered later that this was the beginning of the well renowned multi-vortex energy Sedona is simultaneous famous and infamous for. Much Magic is here; I am not frightened, though I am far from at ease. I'm tired and it seems this may be my first night I will be sleeping outside.

I arrive at Aumbase, with little trouble yet I am rapidly aware that my acute sense of direction is really being thrown for a loop; like this would be a place birds wouldn't know which way to go for the winter. I enter and explain a little of myself to the girl behind the counter; and as I mention the Yoga festival, she gets very excited and asks if I'd like to become an "Angel Ambassador" - I am pleased to agree and to discover that the primary people who are putting it on are the very first people I am meeting in Sedona; one of the head guys Mark even has his own long distance KLR riding experiences to share (perhaps at some point in the future still). So I'm in and welcomed with open and grateful arms.

I soon discover that my potential couch surfing host will be my couch surfing host and he asks me to meet him at his place; thankfully I accept and move just a few blocks away to his house. I am greeted with zeal by Tim and another friend Shelly who are in an excited uproar about putting on the biggest festival ever to be hosted in Sedona. Its an high yet intimidating vibe as it seems a bit out of control; not completely uncommon as couch surfing goes and I am all around just stoked to be in such a positive place with people who are smiling at me, hugging me, and inviting me to partake in all and everything that's going on in their lives. Tim shows me his Sound Lounge (which reminds me of a very special place back in Grants Pass), which essentially is a long lounge chair that you go into sensory deprivation in while listening to some epic beats that move not just into your eardrums, but throughout the entire chair and thus your whole body. The latest product that EVERYONE NEEDS; and I can attest to it. Definitely one of the very best musical experiences I have had.

That was just Day 1 in Sedona; of now 2 months I have been here, gone through 3 different jobs, half a dozen living situations and still not enough money to leave this place or do much of anything but commit. I have run out of time to write for today; this place has a way of making you do what it wants, so I must commit and share more of this experience if/when I can.

Think positive and/or constructive thoughts for me; we've been doing great so far and I'm grateful for all that I know and do not know to have transpired. All the Love

If at first you do not succeed...

...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.

One of my path less traveled by rides in San Carlos Neuvo Guyamas

One of my path less traveled by rides in San Carlos Neuvo Guyamas

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).

The first time I ever based Shiloh in the "Candlestick" pose.

The first time I ever based Shiloh in the "Candlestick" pose.

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

I'm going there, you're going there, we're going there. Baby steps over time make leaps and bounds in no time. I don't need your vote or their electoral vote to lead the planet, my kingdom, to balance and prosperity.  

I'm going there, you're going there, we're going there. Baby steps over time make leaps and bounds in no time. I don't need your vote or their electoral vote to lead the planet, my kingdom, to balance and prosperity.  

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. 

Bob and his collection of yellow epicness just before taking me on a ride all around Sonoma County

Bob and his collection of yellow epicness just before taking me on a ride all around Sonoma County

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...

Enter Mexico

"Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?" 

As We (Me and my KLR, "Dark Horse") just enter Mexico and head southeast along the Mexico side of the walled border, a strong and constant wind picked up sand, moving it south across Highway 2; I listen to the sound of it rasping against the left side of my helmet and steer slightly into the wind as to be not blown off the road. It is thick, like a dry fog, and this is all I have to welcome me into Mexico; that and a flow artist twirling ragged home made flag poi at the first stop light into San Luis Rio Colorado. Since I can relate, I take it as a good sign; what good does it do me at all to ever take it as a bad one? 

Nine, ten, eleven hours later I don't know, but I am in Hermosillo just after sunset and just missing a huge downpour; the flooded streets saved plenty of water for me though. I am reminded all too soon how tricky it can be to find a location in Mexican cities; even with multiple pictures of maps zoomed in and out. Fortunately I found an internet cafe and the owner spoke enough English/charades to guide my hand across a new style of keyboard and an online map that still can only help me so much. I connect with my host, Rocio and she offers some help as well. Even though I am less than 3 miles away, I still manage to miss multiple turns. It doesn't help that my windshield and headlights are quite dirty from a full day of riding the desert; this fact helps me to mistakenly discover a small lake instead of a road. I have no choice at this point but to gun it. Through a hundred meters of foot deep water I plowed through; from the side I must have looked like I was jet-skiing. I made it through, but am now soaked - as if being exhausted and semi-lost wasn't enough. Finally some street sign names become recognizable so I pull out my notes one more time, and finally get my bearings again. A few more blocks later, almost falling over, I arrive at the block I know she's on. With calm elation, I hear a girl call my name; I look all around, happy but bewildered to where the sound came from, until I looked up and there she was waving from a second story window. From super dry to super wet, I've made it. Thank God/dess.

Me, Rocio, and Hermosillo

Me, Rocio, and Hermosillo

It's Rocio's aunt's birthday, so the evening is young; I find a second flow of energy with ease. I am now welcomed to Mexico by a party with family, friends, kareokee, acoustic guitar, dancing, Mexican beer and home made Mexican food. THIS is what I was here for.

Simplistic, yet abundant - that is a family party in Mexico.

Simplistic, yet abundant - that is a family party in Mexico.

The days to follow included seeing as much of Hermosillo as I could, potential future plans and rooftop chalk drawings under the full sun accompanies with a "cold" temperature outside of 75 degrees F and an hour more of sunlight then I was getting back home in Grants Pass.

Our rooftop chalk art

Our rooftop chalk art

Someone else's wall art. I like both. ;)

Someone else's wall art. I like both. ;)

My visit to Hermosillo ends abruptly during an evening of high emotional release due to my heart's major need of release. Rocio, naturally uncomfortable and unwilling to talk it out, kicks me out of her apartment at 3:00 in the morning. I have no choice but to continue south and discover a potential connection from my Nomad Guru and Great Friend, Jason Gastaldo. To keep my vibe up, I do incantations, laugh like a crazy person and sing my heart out as I ride into the night; an act I am not supposed to participate in.

I cannot make the 2 hour ride to San Carlos Nueva Guaymas; I am nearly falling asleep at the handlebars. I find the best spot I can to pull over, which turns out to be a dirt road parallel to the highway, a bush, an some tall dry grass, and then I pass out for an hour or so; completely exposed in the desert, under so many stars.

I awake to coyotes yapping nearby which spurs my energy and I get back on the road. Soon enough I am in San Carlos, and again looking for a new location from a few screen shots of maps. Fortunately I'm dealing with a much smaller city. I find a "yellow house with a thatch roof" and I hope that 8am isn't too early to be knocking. I am greeted by an elder lady and her dog, I ask, "are you Sue?" and she says no, but we soon figure out which Sue I'm talking about and she tells me it's just down the road, second house to the end; I pull up and there's an old white woman looking out her window at me. With only an hour of sleep I introduce myself and how I heard of her, she invites me in and I am relieved once again. She shows me to an unoccupied room that I now call my own, we talk on the balcony that overlooks the bay, she begins rambling about random tragic stories and I nearly explode with tears - I am overwhelmed. I ask to take a nap and pass out for hours.

Sue

Sue

If you're wondering what happened to Sue's head, she fell down the stairs last August and is still spinning wheels with the doctors looking for problems so that perhaps solutions can be found. It looks as if she had a horn that was chopped off. I digress... she's a very healthy and sweet lady with a story, a perspective and a affliction for just about everything.

San Carlos Nuevo Guaymas is a beautiful little town with mostly Mexican's and a good full handful of retired Americans and Canadians; but mostly large, beautiful, empty houses looking over the water and dozens, maybe hundreds, of big white boats who don't appear to be used much either.

But what beautiful scenery:
 

My San Carlos home is across on the other side, somewhere under those tall peaks in Sector Bahia.

My San Carlos home is across on the other side, somewhere under those tall peaks in Sector Bahia.

Looking from those tall peaks back the other way; my place is on the other side of that tall peak in the middle of the bay.

Looking from those tall peaks back the other way; my place is on the other side of that tall peak in the middle of the bay.

The two peaks themselves; "Tetakawi"

The two peaks themselves; "Tetakawi"

This post could run on, but since my arrival I have joined the San Carlos Gym where I am practicing yoga (and teaching when needed), Tai Chi, Cumbia dance and Capoeira dance-fighting. Steadily I have been adapting to the environment and the culture; my usable Spanish is growing steadily. I've also had my first time "hand reeling" yesterday and caught 7 fish with nothing but my bare hands, some shrimp heads, fishing line, and a few hooks!

I have been fortunate enough to be shown the ropes,.. er, lines, from Jason's 'brother', Roger, who also stays at Sue's as well, but has been a local resident on and off for decades and is currently a mechanic/jack of all trades.

Myself, JJ and Roger

Myself, JJ and Roger

Overall, a phenomenal start; if I could only begin to tell you what has been actually running through my conscious mind, what You, dear reader, might think. It's been about managing my vibration and keeping calm and positive under times of pressure, else there be pain. 

Much, much more to come; we're just getting started.

Escucha pronto de mi.

"If your words are no better than silence, say nothing."

"If your words are no better than silence, say nothing."

Beyond Wonderland - My Worldwide Pilgrimage Commences

Into the great wide open..

Joshua Tree National Park overlook from atop Ryan Mountain

Joshua Tree National Park overlook from atop Ryan Mountain

I have embarked on a Worldwide Walkabout - a pilgrimage to understand and absorb world cultures, languages and practices; becoming a universal citizen.

My current blueprint:
Traveling by motorbike south from Oregon towards Central and South America, taking a boat across the ocean (no planes at all on this trip if I can help it) to South Africa, north up Africa, across the Sahara, north through Egypt and into Israel, a loop around Europe, down through Russia, the Middle East, India, China, SE Asia, then Pacific Island hop back to our beautiful state.

I am projecting a 3-4 year time span duration for the trip. I will be blazing a trail less traveled by to invite teachers and students to exchange energy with us here in the Pacific Northwest and Unite All Nations through word of mouth and real life experience; not through government and/or religious take overs as humans have been notorious for in the past.

This trip is for Myself; my Full Self (persona + environment). I will return much richer than when I left and will build a three-storie pyramid temple/university for worldly arts, practices and spiritual science (check out my fb page, "Academy of the Heart").

I would very much appreciate and welcome all gifts, connections and requests to get the very most out of this epic adventure.

Currently I am in Yuma, Arizona with one of my very first couch surfing friends. After I recover from the 1,200 miles I just rode over the last five days, I will continue south into Mexico, moving steadily toward the Pyramid of the Sun where I will make a special announcement.

Thank you for seeing me; seeing yourself. May your dreams come true as well.

All the Love 

Jesse

A small trickle of water over time will carve right through the most dense material - Malakoff Diggins State Park

A small trickle of water over time will carve right through the most dense material - Malakoff Diggins State Park

 

 

Ecstatic Dance - Free Form Movement

I understand how hard it may be to get yourself onto the dance floor, let alone dance once you've gotten there. We may think to prepare by going to classes and "learning the steps", but without consistency, we lose our muscle memory and come back to square one. But what if there was a way to learn a dance style which would liberate you to dance to ANYTHING, ANYWHERE, ANYTIME? There is! And it is for this reason that I teach/guide primarily this one style of dance that liberates the potential of all dances; that dance style is Ecstatic!

Also known as 'Sacred Dance', Ecstatic is a simple, free-form style that encompasses all movement. That movement expresses and enhances physical, mental, emotional and energetic/spiritual experiences. Though the dance, we learn to liberate creative moment by letting go of the structure of traditional style dances and expand inventiveness into our dance flow! It is actually quite phenomenal in it's qualities - even if you are new to the practice.

Dance to express, not to impress.

Shiloh and I have been hosting Ecstatic Dance at Candela Dance Studio (122 NE F St., Grants Pass, OR) for years! Come join us Thursday nights at 7:30pm!

Shiloh and I have been hosting Ecstatic Dance at Candela Dance Studio (122 NE F St., Grants Pass, OR) for years! Come join us Thursday nights at 7:30pm!

I experienced my first Ecstatic dance a few years ago, and admittedly, it was one of the hardest and humbling things I've ever done. I didn't know how to hold myself and I knew I must stand out like a soar thumb. Most people on the dance floor were not even dancing in a way in which inspired me; just a bunch of hippies moving sporadically - I was not only annoyed with myself, but others as well. Though I kept doing my best and for a couple moments throughout, I forgot about all the self consciousness I was experiencing, and magically my legs and hips began to move with the music effortlessly; then I noticed the fact and stopped my own flow. It took me three classes to actually begin to *feel* the music rather than *think* about what I was doing in it. As I got used to the awkwardness, I gradually cared less and less till the point I even began to smile and laugh at my own strange movement, as well as others. Eventually, it became a time-space where I felt free to be; without words, without being right or wrong, without being a pro or a newbie, I just was, and was moving, flowing, dancing!

Today I know and feel the magic of Ecstatic Dance. I find myself in situations locally and around the world where there is music that I am unfamiliar with; but with my practice, my deeper senses pick up on the rhythm and before you know it, you might think I had choreographed the dance beforehand! Even new style of dances I am able to observe and learn that much more quickly because of my lack of over analyzing and judgement of myself and/or others.

There's little I can say to get you to go. It might be everything you fear; you are likely going to look ridiculous and people are going to not know what to make of you. But so what? How is that any different than any new situation in life? I say commit to it and see what grows from it. Ecstatic Dance is truly liberating, but you must get through the stage fright stage; all you have to do, truly, is show up. Before you know it, you'll be starting miniature dance parties to catchy elevator tunes, picking up new dance styles in a flash, and making creative and innovative changes in many aspects of your daily life.

Exit Babylon - Welcome New Lemuria

I’ve found that it’s not the technology, but how you use it. Perception is infinite and I believe with all my heart that it’s time we put our sights on transmuting What Is into What Is Becoming. I hear a fair amount of talk about “Babylon” in relations to the American Capitalist society; and it’s true, we do consume quite a bit. But that is just What Is, What Can Become of This? Firstly, living a life of gratitude for this ridiculous amount of abundance is key; yea capitalism, yea creation and sharing of creation. Secondly, figure out what to do with such abundance? It seems we cannot fulfill the void within ourselves with stuff, at least not for very long. Buying and needing stuff as an addiction is one of the greatest epidemics of our times, but a with little introspection, we see clearly that it is fundamentally our desire for diversity and living “rich”.

On my path, earlier on I believed it was better to invest in an item over an experience, because an item is more permanent and you can keep enjoying it and an experience is fleeting. There’s a part of me that still believes this, but a new part of me that believes differently. I do still invest in stuff, but now, after the amazing experiences I’ve invested in since I studied abroad in China (2007; when my perspective majorly shifted) I primarily invest in the stuff that allows me invest in experiences. And I enjoy a plethora of experiences! Lately I’ve bought a new car, an electric guitar, yoga mats, flow art props, and clothing/costumes. All of these things are not necessary, but my desire to participate in the activities they bring are such a want that they feel necessary to my life’s growth. This isn’t very stereotypical “Buddhist” or “Spiritual” of me, but I still I've in ‘Merica, and I am happy for the ridiculousness that we are.

So I say we roll with that ridiculousness and get REALLY ridiculous. Instead of repeating history and allowing Babylon to fall, perhaps we transmute it; use what we already have and make it WAY better - lets make it a New Lemuria (Utopia)! Can you imagine a reality where man’s epic structures mesh seamlessly side by side with nature’s? If you can see it in your mind, then that is a form of reality, and it exists, but we have to believe in it and begin and keep looking for evidence of its existence. Truly, it’s equally as challenging to look at what is right then it is to look at what is wrong; but the outcomes are significantly different depending on how much we keep our sights on what we want rather than what we do not want. It’s about energizing the solution rather than the problem; the power is in making the choices and taking the steps Now.

I declare that The Academy of the Heart pyramid, one of my primary life projects, will be an investment in a New Lemurian (Utopian; where man's technology and nature seamlessly mesh) style of living. This structure will mesh the super old school with the super new school, and merge generations and nations through shared interests in a mutual (yet epic) space. It represents the entire Universe, as we know/understand it, in one location on Earth. Everything and more will be shared and we will see our age become something truly blessed; a civilization that we can proudly be a part of. I am reaching out; I need your assistance, in every form.

My first drawing of The Academy of the Heart

My first drawing of The Academy of the Heart

Energy Union - A Workout for the Physical, Mental, Emotional and Spiritual.

I noticed early on in my spiritual life journey that much of my culture separated its spiritual/religious time from the rest of work and leisure time, whereas other cultures around the world practice their religion, well, religiously. I'm not saying one is more right than the other, but I have found that a life infused with gratitude and overall awareness is truly rewarding. During my travels and studies, I have gleamed and preened from all that I have experienced and looked to the future of getting the absolute most out of workout within a classroom environment.

Jesse and Shiloh - practicing QiGong

Jesse and Shiloh - practicing QiGong

Here in the United States, typically we have our physical workout in a gym, our mental workout in a school, our emotional workout in a counselors office and our spiritual workout in a church or temple. I thought, why not combine all of those things into one practice? Thus "Energy Union" came into being.

This workout is for anyone and everyone who has a belief that life can get easier and better with a little help from yourself and others. Energy Union is held in small class sizes; between 4-8 people. During the first 15-20 minutes of the practice, we gather in a circle, introduce ourselves and state to one another what it is we are desiring in our lives. Any goal or dream will do; the important part is having the courage to speak your inner truth to a small audience of your peers - this can be quite a workout of the senses all by itself. We do this for a couple reasons: One, so that everyone is in the same boat; speaking honestly about ourselves creates trust. Embracing the number one fear of public speaking is a big step into a greater liberation. Two, now that your goal/dream has been spoken to an external audience, there are now multiple people looking out for you and helping you to create the connections necessary for progress. It's like having multiple spotters whom not just giving you words of encouragement but assistance whenever possible as well.

The second part of the workout is a fusion of Yoga, Meditation and QiGong; the most fundamentally important and overall rewarding practices I have discovered in my life. The title, "Energy Union", derives from the Mandarin word "Qi", perhaps the best English translation is "Energy", and the word "Yoga" in Sanskrit means "Union". Since science has shown that all things are vibrating energy, I believe it is vital for us to be able to focus and unionize our energy, both as individuals and collectively (or, see that it already is, but perhaps could be organized in a way that serves ourselves more so). I simultaneously guide and demonstrate a manageable, yet challenging workout that keeps ones focus on the bones, tendons, muscles, organs and Qi to create a closer relationship with oneself and gain more influence over the breath, body, emotions, mind and the bio-electricity that connects everything together.

Students who have an open, humble heart and are willing to give it their best will prosper most from this practice; but still will those who are desiring to discover a little bit greater overall health and well being. If you would be interested in changing certain aspects of your life through this newly created practice, please let me know. Till then and always, blessings be.