Remind Me

Rocky Mountain National Park

The mountains remind me of how small I am. Humbling.

Travelling reminds me that the news never tells the whole story of a land and its people.

Conversations remind me that we all want the same thing at our core.

Lands tell a story, both beautiful and brutal.

Closing my eyes reminds me to listen to the wind,

to see with the third eye.

I am reminded that those who lead and govern do not serve in the best interest of the masses.

Was it always this way? Was there ever a time in history when a government served all?

What does it mean to serve?

I'll give you my perspective if you care to read.

Equality needs to begin at the basics.

Food, shelter, water, clothing. If all beings do not have these, then we are failing.

All of humanity is failing.

It matters neither to the micro nor the macro spirit—the karmic merry-go-round will continue its circular motion.

The exits are closed until the lessons are learned.

Personally, I have no issues with billionaires. We can have billionaires and nurture all beings.

We can have differences on what system is better, but honestly, it matters little to none.

If the heart is closed and the mind is corrupt, the system has no relevance. A system does not enlighten one.

It does not open our hearts.

If we love from the mind, then love is a manipulative illusion.

It is not love, for love is unconditional.

Mindful love is conditioned and coated in judgment.

We do not judge the mountains, the winds, the oceans, and the forests—

but we judge each other. Why?

Because most of us love nature from our hearts,

yet we forget that we too are nature, baked from the same ingredients as the fox that trots and the winds that sing.

I am reminded, and for that, I am grateful.

Intertwined Minds

The state of my mind and my search for love. If I were to die today, what mind am I moving on with? Is it lighter than that with which I arrived, heavier, or has it remained the same?

Perhaps I did let go of the old and then refilled the suitcase—aka my mind—with new thoughts, patterns, emotions, and habits. My feeling is that the load is lighter for my mind and the mind of my ancestors. We are intertwined. It’s how we stay connected and communicate with each other.

The more I clear, the lighter my lineage becomes, and the clearer the lines of communication will be.

This visual of minds being intertwined has never presented itself with such clarity. A clear mind is strong and holds the ability to connect with ease to the minds of the seen and unseen. The act has been more unconscious than conscious, but now I have more clarity around the workings of the mind.

This is the next evolution: to connect with the minds of the unseen, those wiser than I, and be open to their teachings that are needed in this moment in time.

When you watch the news, it is static for you, and it’s not only impacting your mind but all the minds you are intertwined with, blocking the wisdom of your ancestors, the sages, and other beings yearning to communicate through you.

You are to simply learn how to be a vessel for your Higher Self and beyond.

In the past, your meditation was for clearing and strengthening your own mind over the years, but it became a comfort, an escape.

Now that you have been away from it for some time, return to sitting.

Open yourself to receive from those wiser than you, who can show you, teach through you. Be a conscious vessel. You are not your own.

Always watched over.

Keep your channel clean, your mind pure, and your heart open.

Love.

What is love’s role?

Lighten the Load

Abundance, presence, love.

For those who take more than their share, ask yourself what impact this has on others, and, more importantly, ask what impact this weight has on your soul—to collect all these things that will remain behind.

Nothing you have will come along for the ride except your deeds, intentions, and stories carved into your mind and spirit.

The mind goes with us to the next.

We may leave our bodies behind, but the programs of our mind will remain intact.

Ask yourself: if I were to die tomorrow, is this the mind I want to travel with?

This day, and every moment that follows, will be another opportunity to lighten the load, improving the chance of transcendence.

Time is a Trickster

Land the plane, aka the mind, on the page.

It wants to be in the skies, but it is down here where its services are required.

Tap in, but do not be seduced by its grandeur.

You come from there to here, so be here.

Acknowledge and respect the desire of your soul to experience that moment in time.

Time is a trickster. There is less of it than you know, and the spaceship is moving faster than you can imagine.

Respect the soul. It is the reason you are here.

This YOU is once in a lifetime. You will perhaps return once again, but the next journey will be or could be, with new companions.

So enjoy the ones who are journeying with you now.

The ones that were, the ones that are, and the ones still to come.

Love is Not a Construct

Love is not a construct, something that happens with one soul,

Love is something that is expansive and has no rules and regulations, no systems, no borders.

We are sold the need to follow a model of love, and when we don't meet this model, we suffer and suffer and suffer.

Some of us suffer all the way till our deathbed and take this suffering into the next merry-go-round of our karmic cycle.

Round and round and round we go, cycles of illusions constructed through layers of manipulation.

Maybe you can't see in this moment, but can you feel it?

Can you feel the pain that lives in your body, the suffering sounds of chatter within your mind?

A soul that is crying and begging you to cultivate the spaciousness to express itself, to love fully?

Why do you think your soul came here?

It came here to love to its fullest capacity.

Infinite capacity.

Jigsaw

Is there another way?

At some point, at some number, we need to pause and ask: Is this it? Is this the way?

The gauge is fear and stress. The higher the fear and stress, the more likely it’s not the way.

Or maybe it’s the other way? That’s for each of us to decipher.

A calculation I’m still calculating.

Left or right? Flip a coin and walk in the direction it tells you. Heads—left. Tails—right.

Upside down. Inside out.

It’s all a zigzag, back and forth. It’s the illusion of a straight line that brings pain to our hearts and minds.

Nothing about you is fucking straight, and in this jigsaw of a world, you want to walk a tightrope.

There is a guaranteed fall—and nothing below to catch you.

Embrace the upside down, and only then can you know what is right side up.

Double-Sided

Separation is an illusion.

Colour is everything and yet means nothing.

Everything is double-sided, and there is no one-size-fits-all.

Do with that what you will—or throw it to the side if your preference is to do nothing.

But there will be a lifetime when, one day, you will need to pick it up if you want to graduate to another playground.

The same merry-go-round gets tiring.

At some point, the soul is so dizzy it can’t tell whether it’s awake or asleep.

Blessings, Infinite Blessings.

“Encircled by splendor in the center of the sphere. Meditate where the body thrills to currents of infinite communion. Follow your senses to the end and beyond into the heart of space.” — The Radiant Sutras

Into the heart of space.

Be present today. Notice the spaces in which you play, the blessings waiting to be seen. How are others fitting into the space? How are you moving through space?

I often underestimate space, its existence and its importance and how it shifts depending on who or what occupies it in any given moment. Space is not static. We change it with our presence, our awareness, our gaze, our words, even our breath.

In a moment, you will leave this space, your new home, and dance in spaces with others. How does your space adapt to you? Observe how you adapt to the space and those within it.

How do I want to move through space? What about the space inside of me? The space inside of others?

Why is it important to cultivate spaciousness in our minds and hearts? How can we hold and flow with ease if we are full, if our minds and hearts are stuffed with what we consume, transmuting us into a dense and weighty object?

How am I breathing?

The Void

This void that lives inside all of us — it can't be filled. Or can it?

The void itself is an imbalance; we inherit a dominant energy. When we are born, we are split. This split causes a fracture, leaving a void.

A relationship with the feminine fills this fracture — and vice versa. It empowers when it comes together. The energy ebbs and flows.

Leave the desire to attach, to keep it permanently in the void. It’s not ours to keep.

It’s essential for it to move freely, like a bird in a cage with the doors open. We have a tendency to want to trap the energy, thinking it's the safe way. But energy is only energetic when it can flow freely.

An addiction to the illusory idea of certainty and stability. Even if it stays there forever, it needs to know it can dance and fly if it so desires. That keeps the energy healthy.

It’s a dance between the masculine and the feminine.

Being caught up with material labels at the physical layer takes us away from the source of what’s important — the energetics within the layers that make us whole.

The energetics of mind, body, heart, and soul.

This is where we need to shine our attention, from the moment we awaken to the moment we lay down to sleep.

The Dark Never Travels Alone

Getting off track or maybe it's on track. Who fucking knows.

The stress of doomsday lives in my heart. I know it's a possibility but I also know that I can look out another window and sunshine is waiting to receive the gaze of my eyes. It's all perspective.

MANASIAH AKPALIAIPIK - Screaming Faces, 1991

Ask yourself, is it really gray outside? Is the future bleak? What data are you assessing that justifies a narrative that causes commotion in your heart? What's first, the emotions or the narrative? The feeling or the thought? It's hard to tell at times. It's that whole chicken and egg thing. What came first. It's so swift and fast, difficult to decipher the order of operations.

Sunshine is there. Darkness never travels alone. But it requires effort and awareness to change the direction of our lens, pointing the binoculars towards another horizon and suddenly you see the rainbow above.

This makes me reflect on the miracle of this moment. The sun. The sun shining down on this planet. I mean, how do we make sense of such a grand gesture from the divine? Names don't do it justice. It cannot be named, it can only be experienced with awareness, yet we will never experience the whole, simply bits and pieces when we take a moment to pause and remember.

Oof, what a trip of a fucking world we live in and I'm not talking about the world as in this planet, I'm referring to the little worlds we create within our minds and hold onto a pseudo truth, then we kill for this truth, we die for this truth.

Illusory certainty will be the death of humanity.

This brings a smile to my face. Fills my body with joy to remember. To look through another window.

Light. I can dwell in the dark.

She reminds me, we remind each other, there are other windows.

Emptiness in Neutrality

I feel empty today—not in a negative way, just neutral. I don’t have the energy to create, reflect, or dig into any deep insights. But I also don’t feel down or heavy. I feel neutral—a nice place to be. From this space, I can handle the admin stuff. My heart feels good, alive, energized. There’s an energy moving through me as I write.

Winding down, spending my evenings in silence with my journals and books, and beginning my mornings in the same quiet are meditations in themselves. I notice the subtle energies inside and outside of me, although I’m still tuning back into the external world. I’m not really doing anything, just learning to be within the being, to exist in the stillness. I simply observe.

Becoming the watcher once again.

I’m in this space, in this body, on this Earth, spinning and whirling on a floating ball in the universe. Just a blip in the system. What are we doing? What are we supposed to be doing? It’s such an odd thing to be human. Are we here to clean up karma from our lineage? Are we here to be tested? We have all these different ways to "sin"—good deeds, bad deeds. But what's the point of complaining about anything?

Super Moon in Aries

It’s so strange; I don’t think humans have really changed that much. The evolution of technology gives the illusion of human evolution, but in reality, we’re either on the side of making cool stuff or using it.

I yearn for a simple life. I want to enjoy this Earth as she was meant to be enjoyed. To align with her rhythm and dance to her tune, not the other way around. If we could just look up at the moon and remember we are nothingness, we might arrive at a place of humility, love, and deep connection. From that place, we’ll find everything we need. Because, really, we’re just not all that. Just a bunch of little ants with two feet, crawling around on this rock with inflated egos, trying to convince each other of what's right and wrong, defining morals that are complex and comparative. But in the end, it's all an illusion, a way to divide us from ourselves and each other.

What a strange thing it is to despise someone because of the colour of their skin, the name on their passport, or the religion they were born into. What a bizarre thing it is to make another suffer because of how they believe in God, how they dress, or how much money they have. It’s all so strange—the way we raise our children, how resistant we are to change, and how easily we’re coerced into devastating ideologies.

We’re really not that bright. I want to say we’re borderline idiotic, but I know that’s not kind. Maybe we’re just a collection of dummies. You know, I believe in God. I believe in Source, in the Divine, in angels and guides, in beings that are exponentially more enlightened than us—a place we may never reach. But every now and then, I wonder: Is there something wrong with God’s manufacturing plant? Are they using expired ingredients?

Of course, maybe there’s a greater plan, and we’re just too limited in these human costumes to see it. And even if we could see it, maybe our minds are too limited to understand. Perhaps the truth is right in front of us, and that’s the problem—we’re too close to see it.

It always comes back to the mind. But why? Why is the mind so vulnerable? I understand the physical body reflects the Earth, and I see the soul as a reflection of the Divine. But what about the mind? Why is it so easily attacked, while the heart is so easily broken? Yes, the heart’s purpose is to love, but I feel there’s more to explore there. Or maybe we just need to learn what love really is because at the moment we’re fucking terrible at it.

The mind. The heart. One is easily manipulated, the other easily broken.

Temporary

I woke up at 9:00 a.m. and did something a little different. Despite my heart's uneasiness—the urge that drives me to go, go, go and do, do, do to distract myself—I went to the washroom, brushed my teeth, and then went back to bed to continue reading The Beautiful Struggle. I am living and feeling two lives at once: the past of Ta-Nehisi Coates and the present of mine, which, for a moment, intensifies this feeling in my heart. Is this feeling anxiety, or is it something else?

I’m still learning to identify and name the swirls inside my heart. I suspect that each swirl is unique, each with its own identity and name. But my emotional vocabulary is limited to one word: anxiety. Maybe anxiety is a collection of emotions that add up to this name? Maybe. One thing I’ve learned over the past couple of years from surfing and the ocean is that no wave waves forever. Each wave has a beginning and an end. Some waves you ride, others you let pass, and some waves will knock you off your board into nature’s washing machine, where you can only pray to come out on the other side in one piece.

I feel like that in this moment.

The other side is yet to come. I’ll be swirling around in this for the next few weeks or maybe even months. But I have learned to come out of these moments a better "surfer" of this body of water called life.

I am the moon, and my life is the ocean. I am both the cause and recipient of these waves. Whoever and whatever I am, I know that this moment—however much it may feel overextended and seem like infinity—is, like all others.

Temporary.

It can only last forever if I try to control the vibration of the pebble I skipped across the still lake. It, too, will settle but will never be the same again. When it settles, all will be anew, inside and outside.

It’s only been an hour. It feels like hours have passed. I got a lot done: laundry, dishes, brunch, a little maintenance of my place, and of course, some writing. No music, no media, just the sounds of domestic instruments and the hum of vehicles outside my window. This is my nature at the moment. Not the sounds of insects and birds in the Amazon, or the ocean waves of the Pacific and Atlantic, or the markets in Spain, Morocco, and Nepal. In this moment, my nature is surrounded by industrial sounds—the nuts and bolts of the Western world.

I would be lying to myself if I said Ta-Nehisi Coates has not inspired me to move closer to my dream of being a full-time writer in the months to come. This is my dream. To travel and write with a partner by my side. This is my dream. Like Paulo Coelho and Haruki Murakami, Ta-Nehisi Coates is unlocking and activating new parts of me at a cellular level, one sentence at a time. His words, his story, are a key to the tucked-away and locked-up memories in my internal basement. What a gift. I’ve been searching and waiting for this over the last few months, maybe even years.

Inspiration.

We all need it from time to time. At least I do. I realize that I’m fortunate and lucky to have come across this angelic being who exported this book, The Beautiful Struggle, into my consciousness. I’m surprised that despite all his interviews promoting his new book The Message over the last couple of weeks, including the one on CBS, people still haven’t heard about him. This is mind-blowing to me, and it’s also a reminder of why it’s important for me to keep sharing my work, my writing, and my experiences. Why? Because I still carry this thought that the wisdom I’ve cultivated over my 47 years is of little to no value to the outside world because it’s old news. This thought is subtler now compared to the past, but it still likes to visit unannounced from time to time.

Everyone of color, particularly Black and brown people, should at least know his name, even if they don’t read his work. His interviews are powerful and inspiring. His ability to do what others in the soup haven’t—open up a platform for the voices of the suppressed and expose the hypocrisy and naivete of the American public—is remarkable. Yes, there are others speaking out, but Ta-Nehisi Coates seems to have broken down new barriers and reignited the flame of discussion for the Palestinian people.

Illusion? Perhaps.

Nonetheless, we truly cannot stop speaking about it. This is not just a fight for the Palestinians; this is a fight for the soul of humanity and the soul of our mother. I don’t know when we’ll come out the other side, when this washing machine cycle will end, but I know there is another side. Karma is brewing, and that bitch is going to cum hard. It seems like an eternity on our clocks, but in the time frame of the divine, it’s right on time.

Faith and a deep knowing keep my hopes alive. I see beyond to the other side, and I see a sunshine and the rays of a new sun.

Sabur. Sabur, Sabur.

The Entity Feeds on Ignorance

There is an intersection between the physical body and the spirit. In this place between them, there’s an entity—a force we don’t fully understand. It’s from this space that chaos and destruction arise, feeding on what’s unseen and misunderstood. We need to bring the unseen into the light.

"Why is nobody doing anything?"—a question asked during the tragedies of Bosnia and Rwanda, and sadly, it's just as relevant today. Why isn't anyone doing anything? Why does history continue to repeat itself?

Religions have grown from thousands to millions, even billions of followers. In the material world, we’ve uncovered more knowledge than we know what to do with. More discoveries. More growth. More understanding. And yet, here we are. While the evolution of technology is undeniable, the evolution of humanity? That remains questionable. It feels incomplete, as though we are missing half of the equation.

We can embrace both the material and the spiritual, but unless we explore the layers of our minds and hearts, the merry-go-round will continue. On the surface, things may seem different, but scratch just below, and it’s clear: the same script, different actors.

Our obsession with either the material or the spiritual blinds us to what lies between. And this obsession does nothing to foster a healthy, balanced humanity. The entity, the unseen force, will continue to wreak havoc until we learn to see what we currently cannot. To do that, we must first remove the blinds of ignorance.

To start, we can look at our relationship with our ego and our sexual energy. These are two areas demonized by one or more religions, creating a distorted relationship with both. Suppression of our sexual energy cuts off our creativity and our connection to this planet, as well as to the source. Similarly, demonizing the ego disconnects us from our power, which resides in the solar plexus. A healthy ego helps us deliver our work and maintain a balanced connection with both self and Self.

When sexual energy is suppressed, creativity—the core of our humanity—suffers. Creativity and self-expression live between the physical and spiritual realms, and when out of balance, they disrupt our relationship to both. This imbalance leaves us vulnerable, open to manipulation by the entity that thrives on separation and disconnection. The weakness within us feeds it. Separation on the outside begins within each of us.

Humanity has become—or perhaps has always been—ignorant. Ignorance is the antithesis to the evolution of love for all beings, regardless of race, religion, or culture. It’s this ignorance that contributes to the collective state of the world today.

What is the Difference between Mind and Brain?

I was curious for a long time about the difference between the mind and the brain. I asked around, but nobody had an answer. So I continued on with life, occasionally pondering the question. Without answers, it became more of a fleeting thought.

Over the last few years, though, I’ve been diving deeper into myself. My experiences have taught me to differentiate between the mind and the brain. The mind is like a river. It needs to flow. If you block it by building a dam, it overflows and drowns the nature surrounding it.

In our case, the brain is that nature, and it’s being drowned by the power and overflow of the mind.

We’ve built a dam around our necks, trapping the mind in our heads. I wonder if this was necessary for the brain's evolution. If the mind hadn't been parked in the head, would the human brain have evolved to where it is today? Would technology and science have reached these heights, and at such speed, without the mind's focused development of the brain?

I don’t have answers to these questions—just perspectives from my experiences. But I see another part of human evolution unfolding right now, and I’m not sure enough people are noticing. We’ve been driving our brains in fifth gear for so long that we’re wearing out the engine. Just look at the rise in mental illnesses. Is it a coincidence that yoga, meditation, and group activities like CrossFit and marathons are gaining popularity? These activities help us reconnect our minds and bodies.

To me, this is our body saying: it’s time to break the dam. The next stage of human evolution is to bring the rest of the body on board—the heart, the gut, everything from the neck down.

How? By sharpening the mind through meditation.

Display in the basement of Rooms Cafe on Ossington Street in Toronto

Many people say, “Meditation isn’t for me—I can’t stop thinking.” But meditation is exactly for those who can’t stop thinking (myself included).

Yoga, CrossFit, and running are amazing for connecting with the body, but they aren’t enough. Meditation sharpens the mind. Once learned and embraced, it takes us to the next level—full mind-body connection.

Parking the mind in the head was necessary for a time, but the systems we’ve built (corporate workplaces, for example) are outdated. We’ve lacked the courage and awareness to collectively change the systems we still play in. The importance of bringing the entire body on board is that, at a mass scale, we can start building systems from the heart and soul, not just the head.

Even religion is being run from the head—not the heart, not the soul. For most of us today, religion serves little purpose because it was designed as a system to access the soul, the spirit, our true being. But we’ve boxed it in the brain, trying to make it logical. Prayers aren’t logical. They’re mysterious and magical.

There’s no access to the soul, to the source, unless our minds and bodies are synced.

My grandmother was my guru. I see clearly now what she was doing. She was a simple woman—no hijab, no fluff, none of the nonsense that surrounds religion today—just simple prayer, five times a day. She used a tasbeeh (prayer beads), which, by definition, involves repetitive utterance of short sentences (thank you, Google). The tasbeeh was essentially a counter. My grandmother repeated mantras.

I only developed this awareness after training in transcendental meditation last year and experiencing the power of mantras. Through meditation and prayer, she opened the doors to the soul and dropped her prayers into the fountain of the Universe.

If we want to reach the level of the spirit—and that’s where we’re headed, whether we like it or not—we need to hit the tipping point of collective awareness. It’s happening, and the seeds are being heavily planted. Those already there are making it rain.

The brain (actually, it’s our ego) tells us meditation isn’t for us. The ego’s sole purpose is to keep the self suppressed. But sooner or later, it will be time for your ego to let your true self play, to break the dam and let the river of energy flow freely.

Parking the mind in our head leaves the rest of the body like a neglected garden, overgrown with weeds. I see meditation as the body’s Weedwacker. It sharpens the mind, resets the being, and clears away the weeds that no longer serve you.

Watching Over Everything...

I observe and search for my place in this world—or even just this city I call home. Born and raised in Toronto, I’ve had an abundance of friends, yet at one point or another, we drift apart. No path is better or worse than the other; each is just different, played out by the choices we make—or more so, by the choices we don’t. I dance between moments spent in the company of others and those filled with the company of myself, thinking, dreaming, and brainstorming about the next possible steps forward (or, in some cases, backward).

Where will I go from here? So many times in my life, I could have stopped and set up a permanent camp. I’ve lived enough. No need for more experiences and growth. But something always pulls me forward, compelling me to keep climbing Maslow’s ladder. It’s a challenge because I also yearn, almost daily, for a loving partner in my life. Perhaps I need someone who’s willing to live a similar journey, to walk a parallel path with me. A partner with a pull of her own, someone who moves forward when the lessons of the present have been learned.

I dream big—of travelling the world, working from every corner, and impacting everyone I meet with my words, my labor, my hugs, and my energy. I want to lift and inspire others to explore their authenticity, to share their light—because it’s their birthright. I have dreams of having a greater impact on this world, and what better time to do it than now, in a world so interconnected? The impact you and I can have by sharing our light is enormous. I don’t know exactly how it got to this point, but I know we have the ability to stop, restart, and begin fresh today. We have it in us.

Each person who can take a moment to drop into the present has the power to stop, restart, and begin again. We control the volume of the impact we want to make in this world.

Right now, individuals from all corners of this Earth are turning up their volume. It’s happening.

Open your heart. Close your eyes and listen to your heartbeat. Imagine holding a key—a key that unlocks a lock, releasing chains from gigantic doors, the kind you’d find at the entrance of a castle. Picture the chains falling, the doors swinging wide open, and your light shining through. Imagine that light swirling around you, wrapping around your body, filling the room you’re in. Share it with those you love. And then share it with those you don’t. Silently. You don’t have to say anything; you don’t even have to see them. Just hold them in your thoughts, imagining sharing this heart-open energy with them.

Those you think are least deserving of your love are the ones who need it the most. I’ll say that again because it’s essential if humanity is going to collectively evolve. I know it’s hard to love those you don’t connect with or those who’ve hurt you, but doing so will have a profound impact on you, those around you, and inevitably, the world.

To change the world, remember: those you think are least deserving of your love need it the most.

Open the door. I dare you.

“Where a few great minds once acted, now the entire human race must struggle to save our world from the dangers of its own excess.”

While the world may seem chaotic, it’s merely a sign of the next chapter. We consume all this negativity and then wonder what happened. We base our perception of the world on messages projected from a square box. We ask why there’s so much hatred and violence, but it’s like eating fast food three times a day and then asking, “Why am I so unhealthy? Why did I have a heart attack?” We are all participants in the cycles of negativity and responsible for every act of violence. We mindlessly consume information from the outside and allow it to dictate how we show up in the world. It’s time to let the external world reflect each individual’s authentic internal self.

We fixate on the Saints and Prophets of the past and look to the future with the hope of better times, but in doing so, we ignore the human potential of the present. We turn a blind eye to our own abilities and power. We all have it. We all know and feel it—that deeper, underlying uneasiness, a sense that there’s something greater. If we simply open our eyes fully, we’ll see that an internal evolution is happening. No longer will there be just a handful of Saints and Prophets, but an endless number.

Stop looking outward and turn your gaze inward. That’s where all the answers lie. Expanded consciousness and awareness reside within, just waiting—waiting for you to pay the tiniest bit of attention so they can soar. Crack open that internal door. I dare you.

Three Access Points to the Depths of YOU

I think a lot about the three access points/layers: the body, mind, and spirit. To live a happy life from the inside out, we need two out of three functioning optimally to reach a high level of happiness and present life satisfaction. If you can get all three going, you will reach some next-level success and wisdom.

How do we do this? We exercise the body, mind, and spirit. We train to strengthen the pillars of who we are. Meditation is how I maintain my balance and clarity and experience expansion.

Firstly, I find it easier to live a human life because I live in equanimity, creating space to allow the flow of energy. This enables me to be more adaptable in my external life.

Secondly, meditation allows access to my spirit. The clearer the mind, the easier it is to access my spirit and all the intelligence within and through it. I know it’s a little out there if you’ve never experienced meditation or a spiritual practice, but I promise it is accessible to all. You are accessible to yourself (if that makes any sense). You are an oil field waiting to be tapped, but the only person who can tap into you is, you guessed it, YOU.

Some people have a challenging time accessing or purifying the mind. Their life experience is so intellectual that their minds are stuck in their heads, and breaking the dam to get into their bodies is emotionally and physically painful. So, the best way to do it is to take the back door directly to the spirit.

Welcome to the world of Psychedelics or Religion. You pick and choose what feels suitable for you. There is no one right way; there is no one right path. There is no single path to reach your destination, which is the purification of the mind. It’s your path and your choice as to how you want to reach that destination. More importantly, it’s also your choice whether you even care about reaching that destination and discovering the depths of you.

I remember when a friend shared with me that she knows where the path to self-discovery leads, the path to the purification of the mind and access to her spirit, but she made a conscious decision to say, “I’m not ready; I love my external world and all the goodness that comes with it.” I have an abundance of love for people who make these types of conscious decisions.

It’s your body, your mind, your spirit. It’s your choice.

If the mind is difficult to reach, you can tackle it from both body and spirit. The purification process will be a lot more efficient. My ultimate goal is to run optimally from all three areas. The combination of body and spirit purifies the mind from above and below. It’s like cutting weeds from the top (physical exercise) and simultaneously pulling the roots out from below (spiritual practices such as prayer or psychedelics).

Once we reach the purification of the mind, all dissolve, and spirit, mind, and body synchronize and melt into one, leading to infinite intelligence. I wish there was a magic pill to reach and maintain this state, but there is not. It requires multiple lifetimes of work, although we are in a collective global self-discovery mode, putting the process of waking up on a fast track, and it is beautiful to witness.

Regardless of what is occurring in the mainstream media, or any media for that matter, if you just decide to turn it off for a little while, you will begin to see the beauty that I see. My hope for humanity is to turn down the external volume and increase the internal volume. The world wants to see you. The world wants to experience you. The world needs you.

I’ll end with one of my favourite quotes: “You are more powerful than you think; act accordingly.” – Seth Godin