At the Edge of Creation
Hunted by a vision
Since leaving Asheville, my life has taken on the pattern of the nomad. When I left the East Coast for California, I sold my car and put what didn’t fit in my luggage into storage, and boarded an airplane for San Francisco. It wasn’t the final destination, but I knew it was part of the journey. I just needed to be light enough to be blown about by fate.
Living in community with my brother Tommy, an aspiring psychologist, and my sister Tamika, a talented transpersonal healer, was the medicine that brought me to the Bay. Our two months together will go down as one of the biggest healing portals of my life. I did a lot of purging at the end of last year. But as everyone knows, the healing happens during integration, when you are confronted with familiar patterns and make different choices.
Everything I encountered in the Bay reminded me of the life I left behind. So much so that I joked with Tommy that God had run out of ideas and was simply repeating material from the past. Like Truman, I felt myself pressing against the edges of my world in search of a doorway into a larger reality.
Spotting opportunities to repeat the past wasn’t difficult. Neither was saying no. The hard part has been perceiving a world beyond my imagining. Which is requiring me to become someone I’ve never been.
After two months in Oakland, my wandering took me to Boise. Which is about as different from Oakland as it gets - but surprisingly cool and beautiful. If life didn’t have other plans, I might live there for a while. I even fell a little in love my first week in town. But we were both just passing through, so our time together was short.
After a month in Boise my restless spirit told me it was time to move on, and my next destination became clear. It was time to return to where it began.
So on July 1st I moved into a cabin outside of Colorado Springs at the foot of Pike’s Peak, not far from where the vision for Ramaka came through. For most of the past two years I have been the hunter following the vision’s trail, but since October I have been the hunted.
I’ve reached the edge of my old life and the vision that pulled me here from the future. There is nowhere left to go. Nowhere left to hide. No karmic relationships left to play out. Just me, alone at the edge of creation, possessed by a vision.