It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything to these blogs—for good reason. My goal in the spring was to finish Revenge of the Brownie and Experiences with Extraterrestrials, Sasquatch, Interdimensionals and Others. Those books took up most of my time in April.
Then came the day job with increasing work now that COVID restrictions were easing.
Then came my June trip into the wilds of New Mexico and Utah, where I gathered enough content to write another spiritual book. Camping in the deserts for almost three weeks, sleeping in a tent, and enjoying the silence is one of the greatest adventures of my life, one I hope you all get to do one day.
It wasn’t a trip meant as a vacation. This was a work trip.
I was invited to the area by the spirits of Shiprock, spirits who wanted to work with me on a few death concepts for the book I start writing in August. In their words, “You’ll work a day and get a day off.” That was the truth.
Except, I didn’t really get “a day off”. My friends from other worlds decided to use the time to visit me, build our trust, and teach me things about themselves. They even tricked me into going places I have a full database of knowledge on, places I’ve sworn to stay away from my entire life, just to prove some of their skill sets and show me that others of our world know more than they let on.
That story is for another time.
The trip was work.
Yet, it was exciting, adventurous, and extremely educational. When I returned, it took a few weeks to process the information I gathered in my journals. I wasn’t just processing the written information, I was unwinding from the trials, the stresses, and energies endured during that trip. It’s been over a month and I still haven’t been able to debrief my entire experience.
The awakening of that trip led to a life-changing decision that resulted in a move back to the Cleveland area. For a variety of reasons, mainly growing apart, the relationship I was in came to an end. As unfortunate as it was, it will allow me to focus more on my work and less on the stress of that relationship.
So I spent July searching for apartments. One finally appeared after a couple weeks of searching without any luck. Who knew apartments would be booked, have year long waiting lists, or be owned by landlords who don’t return calls? Well, that was also spirit blocking me from looking since they already had a place in mind, a place my grandmother had insisted she was working on in the local area.
My grandmother died when I was 3 months old, too. I’ve never physically met her.
Her spirit was already at work before I left Lancaster. Through connections with my mom, I found someone in the right price range with a decent location between Cleveland and Pittsburgh.
So, now, I’m waiting for the landlord to finish remodeling.
Once that’s done, I’ll get moved in, reset, recharge, and be back at it in full. August should be a great month! Conventions will start again for the writing business. I’ve increased my library from 4 books at the last show to over 15 now.
You’ll see me again! You’ll see these posts appear more frequently as I focus on building the business now that the life events and life-changing trip are finished.
While I work on the never-ending scroll of article topics and book ideas I’ve collected, make sure you check out the latest book.
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