simeon chiron nartoomid

overview

I bring 29 years of personal spiritual transformation experience to bear upon the Spiritual Ascension Process in behalf of others. When I work with others I bring a depth of insight and intuition into play that many people tell me they find expansive, refreshing and liberating.

I have been through many major transformational gateways in my life thus far and I know the terrain very well. Often times just having someone to talk to that knows the way through the abyss can be very helpful. My inner guidance does a dance with the Higher Self and Soul of the individuals I work with, and together we orchestrate a path that is ordained by Spirit for our work together. Wherever two or more are gathered in the name of the One, the power of the Spirit is amplified.

I have been working consciously as a spiritual transformation facilitator, guide and mentor for over 15 years. I have been trained in Reiki, Johrei, a form of sound healing known as Bio-Tuning developed and taught by Dr. Jeffrey Thompson of Brain-Mind Research [BMR], and Signature Sound Work with Sharry Edwards. I have been certified by the Institute of HeartMath® as a provider for their Voyage to Heart Intelligence program [highly recommended]. I have also been ordained as a Minister in the Spiritual Healers and Earth Stewards [SHES] organization, and I am an ordained liberal and independent priest in the Church of Antioch with training and experience in mystical-metaphysical and sacramental forms of healing and I have a Degree in Divinity.

Additionally -- and to me much more importantly than all the certifications and titles -- I have received much more training in spiritual transformation dynamics as they relate to Spiritual Ascension from the Radiant and Illumined Ones, the Angelic Ones, and other spiritual planes mentors and guides that I consciously work with as well as through my own experience which is the most important element of them all.

Embodying the totality of our Light and Love is not a small job, and it is my dedication to do that myself to the highest degree possible, and to help others in their efforts to do the same.

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introduction childhood the teen years early adulthood adulthood extraordinary spiritual experiences

introduction

It is my inner-knowing or gnosis that my soul has dedicated this current incarnation, known in this world as Simeon Nartoomid, to the cause of planetary transformation. I perceive my embodied form as a planetary transformational surrogate of sorts. Whatever my personality and body are experiencing in life in terms of limitations and challenges, or in terms of joy and fulfillment, I do so with the attitude that it is done for the whole collective soul of humanity as a means to open pathways of liberation for all souls.

I know that each and every moment of my life can be accepted and lived coherently from the most expanded Center of  Love that I AM in truth; or conversely, from a place of limitation embodying the struggles inherent in duality. It is a choice, and it must become a conscious one to the highest degree possible.

I normally shy away from telling people about my life story because I wish for them to live fully in their story, not mine. I seek to help the individual to bring forth their own story, and to honor that, and to understand it from a more expanded perspective so they can more clearly see their soul's dance through the cauldron of life within it.

I have now, however, been guided to share some of the key points of my life story which establish the thread my spiritual journey as a means to help others find the meaning in their own life story at a new level of understanding, and to help you understand who I am as a human being. I  have endeavored to create a hologram of conscious awareness within my life story that will hopefully help others to re-write the script on their own lives, which in truth is simply a matter of shifting one's perceptual awareness as to the meaning of it all. I have thus not offered a detailed blow by blow account of my life, but rather I traced the thread of events that seem to me to represent the core of my soul's journey in this incarnation and which clearly demonstrate the esoteric principles of initiation and the spiritual transformation associated with such.

I have not included anything in this story having to do with the various outer forms of my spiritual healing, counseling and mentoring work because I do not see those as my core spiritual work. Those are simply a means to express and share the results of the core inner spiritual work I am doing internally with others for the benefit of all. I included a brief synopsis of the training and such I have received in this regard at the top of this page for those who may wish to have that information.

childhood

My childhood was one of great difficulty. I was conceived in marital rape, and my father contracted Multiple Sclerosis shortly after my birth. My father was an angry man who blamed everyone around him for his illness and the difficulties arising from it. He was not able to take responsibility for his own life very well in that regard. He lashed out at me, my mother, brother and two sisters frequently. While he was occasionally physically abusive, primarily he engaged verbal and emotional forms of abuse levied at his family. He did not have any true friends to my knowledge, only a couple of neighbors that felt some empathy towards him.

The kindest thing my father ever said to me was "you are not as stupid as I thought you were." That was his concept of an "atta boy."  His childhood had not provided him with much else to go on I guess.  My mother's love for me and my siblings was largely consumed with trying to protect us from the wrath of our father. She placed herself at great risk to do so at times. She told me something quite often, that I suppose could have been psychologically damaging if it were not for the fact that I KNEW exactly what she meant, and I thus did not take it as a slight against my father. What she told me was, "don't ever be like your father."  Little did I know that this simple phrase would become a life saving motto as I entered young adulthood, one that was destined to guide me to a higher plane of understanding and being.

My peers were also quite abusive of me. I was naturally very intelligent, and I think it threatened them immensely. I was also very small for my age all the way through high school graduation. I was picked on continually, beat up, stuffed into school lockers, made fun of, and generally humiliated in just about every way possible. I also did not have many friends. My peers saw me as some sort of freak, and with my dad's infirmities we had a very unusual home situation too. I could not invite friends over to play because my dad did not approve of it etc.

My father tried to control every aspect of my life down to the minutest detail, even planning my career and future for me, then marching me down that path willing or not. As you can imagine this lead to some rather rebellious aspects of my nature emerging as I entered my teen years. Some of the brightest moments in my childhood were elicited by my Grandma and Aunt on my mother's side. They were always so loving and supportive and I think they fairly well understood the situation we were in.

the teen years

This phase of my life was in may ways an intensification of what happened during my childhood. The humiliation and abuse I received at the hand of my peers and my father became almost unbearable at times. I vaguely started to realize that I did not have a male role model to rely upon, and that I would somehow have to create my own. This was a dim realization at that time, that continued to grow through the years and become more clear.  After I graduated high school I attended DeVry Technical Institute on the north side of Chicago. I was enrolled in an electronics engineering program. This was my father's dream for me, the one he kept forcibly marching me down the path towards.

The odd thing is, I did have a naturally high aptitude for electronics. I'll regress for a moment: when I was about 10 years old I used to go the local TV-radio repair store and haul the old TVs and radios home in my wagon. I would then salvage parts out of them. I also was reading adult level electronics hobbyist books, and was creating my own circuitry from scratch. I had an ability, which I did not think much of at the time because it seemed so natural, to hold a transistor [silicon crystal] in my hand and "see" what type it was. Transistors at that time were classified as either PNP or NPN, which just related the type of silicon sandwich it was, as they were then composed of three layers of silicon of either the "N" or "P" type. In any event, I could hold those transistors in my hand and tell which type they were because I could see the "holes" which carried electrons within them and how they moved "inside" the crystal.

In any event electronics was a major hobby for me when I was younger. Little did my father know that I would probably have fulfilled his wildest dreams for me had he sought to positively encourage me rather than to try use the force of his will to control me to that end. Also, my father was not able to fully support my schooling financially either. Thus to make it work, I was getting up at 4AM for the 2-3 hour commute to the north side of Chicago to get to school, then when I got out of school around 3:00PM I had to drive to a full time job I took at a Shell service station. My shift went until 11PM at night, and it was rare that I got out of there before midnight by the time all the money from the shift was counted and the station was properly closed down and locked up.

I then would drive home, lucky to be there by 12:30 AM, and would then have to do my homework, then to bed and up at 4AM again. Despite this, I did very well in school, as it seemed very natural to me. I was in the top 10% of my class. Needless to say, despite the many efforts on the part of my teachers, instructors and professors and other school staff who guaranteed me a scholarship if I would stay, I quit school before a year had passed as the ultimate rebellion against my father. I was coming of my own and knew I would now have to make my own way in the world.

One of the very few friends I had made in high school, and he was sort of a protector of sorts more than a true friend, was an apprentice in the automobile collision repair industry. I loved cars at the time, and also wanted to "prove" my worthiness to my peers by being able to work on cars and to build fast cars, which was all the craze at the time. This was the heart of the "muscle car" era after all!

I wound up doing that. I finally had built with my own hands one of the fastest cars in town, one which had so much power some of my friends were afraid to drive it, or to ride with me in it. This phase lasted for a number of years in my life. I was finding that peer acceptance I had lacked earlier in my life. I was also experiencing a sense of some power in my life. This began a long series of vicarious power relationships in my life as I sought to heal the deep inner sense of separation from my own central spiritual God power. I did not know this at the time, but it did become apparent later in life.

early adulthood

As I entered adulthood, I found this new-found sense of power quite tantalizing. I started exploring it in other ways as well, such as learning to shoot very high powered guns and such. I was now also yearning to break entirely free from my mother and father's household and support in all ways. Because of my upbringing and lack of social activity as a child and teen, I did not have a very clear picture about these things at the time. I had found a girl that I fell in love with, and we planned to get married to escape our parent's iron control of our lives. Our marriage was founded in love oddly enough, but it seemed to be sanctioned by rebellion. The marriage was planned and then her parents got carried away and made a big thing out of it. Next, she got pregnant. Before I knew it I found myself with the responsibilities of a father and husband and I had absolutely no skills to apply to either.

As my daughter was born, I faced a lot of inner conflicts, and felt entirely inadequate to the task at hand. In my heart I wanted to do the right thing. I did not live up to that aspiration very often though. In my teen years I had become involved with recreational drugs and alcohol, and that continued. I had a lot of anger and rage and the drugs and alcohol helped to quell that anger so I could experience some type of peace, even if it was a substance-induced one. Strangely enough, however, the drugs and alcohol, while excessive at times, did not become so much a crutch for me as they did for many others I knew at the time. I always maintained sight of where they fit into the scheme of things in my life and I did not see them as a way of life as did many others. I truly believe that had proper counseling and community educational resources existed around these issues at the time that I would probably not have done them at all.

I was also smoking heavily, and had been since I was about 16 because of the peer pressure dynamics. As I found myself dealing with the mounting responsibilities of a father and husband I found the absolute worse in me arising due to the extreme stress I was under. It was then that I heard my mother's words "don't ever be like your father" ringing in my ears like a clarion call from God. I was horrified to see that I WAS acting like my father, and I set my course to change that so it would die on the genetic vine once and for all.

My first marriage lasted 9 years, the last three years being interspersed with several separations. As I grew, and my wife grew, we grew in different directions. the divorce was so stressful on my emotional being that I had a sort of mini-stroke that impaired the eyesight in my right eye, and to this day it is still that way. After the divorce I held fast to my commitment to my daughter April Lea. She was a bright spot in my life and still is. I failed to give her all she needed and deserved, but I gave it my best shot. I have since apologized to her for not being there in all the ways she needed me to be in those years despite my best efforts. We did get together quite often, and we spent lots of time talking, going to parks and other things one can do with their teen age daughter. I think one of the outstanding highlights of my experiences with her are that I was with her when her first moon time happened. We were riding our bikes on a trail when it occurred. I felt so honored, she was, however, embarrassment beyond imagining! Another memorable time was when her mother called me very concerned about April Lea because at the age of 17 she had taken up going out with a 24 year old ex-prison convict who was into drugs, crime and guns etc.

Her mother was very concerned, and had understandably been trying to drive a wedge between them. When we spoke I did not have an answer, and I was very concerned myself. I told her I would contemplate this problem and call her back. That evening I had a date and spoke of the problem to this wise and loving woman. She shared with me how she too, as a teenager, had done something similar. Her mother had allowed her to make her own decisions, but had been very adamant about letting her know where she stood and why. I thus was able to call April's mom back and share this with her, telling her that I felt she needed to let them do their thing, to stop trying to drive a wedge between them, but that she had every right to express her feelings and concerns, and to not allow this guy in her house, and to enforce curfew, etc. We both bit the bullet and stayed in touch frequently and prayed through this period for April's sake - our divorce had been peaceful and on good terms. Within two months time April saw the light and dropped the guy like a hot potato. A short while later she bonded with the man that she is still with today.

My ventures with fast cars and powerful guns abated shortly after I moved to Washington State. I became involved in backpacking, hiking, skiing, windsurfing, sailing, bicycling, mountain biking, running, rock climbing, mountain climbing and ice climbing. The pent up anger and frustration I had inside was now finding its way into a new and healthier expression. My deep inner need for peer acceptance was still alive, and I became an expert in all these endeavors, and I finally reached a point where I was teaching back country skiing, avalanche assessment, wilderness survival, cross country skiing and telemark [cross country downhill] skiing. I also learned to connect to a deeper part of my inner confidence in myself through these activities.

I was still involved in the auto body collision repair business, and started my third and final business in this trade. I started that business with the intention to build it up to a saleable commodity, and then to sell it because I wanted to get out of that trade and explore new areas of professional expression and personal growth in my life. I started from scratch with only a few hundred dollars, took a number of very carefully calculated but unusually high risks, and went forth. Three years later, the business was up to half a million gross per year with 8 employees, and that is when I sold it. This was a major accomplishment in my life. I had seen the path of liberation, stepped onto it, went the distance, and did not once lose sight of the fact that this business was to be sold at some fortuitous point in its development. It was very tempting to stay with it after all the work that went into it, but my soul was calling me now louder than ever. I knew that if I stayed in that business I could not grow in the ways my soul

adulthood

After that business was sold I tried my hand at buying, fixing up, and selling real estate for awhile. In the long run I did not have enough working capital to make that work the way I wanted it to. I thus started my own small home remodel and repair business. This time I purposely kept the business small so I did not have the additional responsibility of employees and I worked with other local craftsmen when I needed help. This business came to the point in about 3 years time where I had all the work I needed and I was able to pick and choose the best jobs and give the others to people who needed them. I also at this time was starting the beginning of my overt spiritual work in the world. I found myself getting clients who were going through a spiritual awakening process, and I would sit and talk with them about spiritual matters whenever we got together to talk about the "job" I was doing for them. It thus became a God job of sorts.

This business was doing so well that I was only working about 8 months out of the year, and was making the same money as many of my professional friends who were computer programmers and electrical engineers working 50 hours a week, all year round. I was also able to take the 4 months free time each year in whatever way I wanted it. I had enormous flexibility and I started a concerted effort to no longer live according to the weekday-weekend pattern everyone else did. I thus was able to ski and windsurf when the conditions were right for it, not just on the weekends. I sometimes worked long stretches including weekends without any days off then when I finished the job, I took several weeks to go and play. This was a very liberating experience indeed. I also found it to be very creative work.

I had finally found peer acceptance amongst professional people. I skied, hiked, biked, climbed and windsurfed  with engineers and programmers, CPAs and PhDs. I did not have their formal education, but they seemed to accept my level of intelligence as equal to their own, and they seemed to enjoy the slightly different view of things my essentially non-academic background afforded me. They also liked my sense of adventure and my willingness to take zany risks at times.

For many years I had been spending an average of at least two days a week in the incredible wilderness of the Pacific Northwest and British Columbia. I had taken ski vacations to Utah, Idaho, Colorado, New Mexico, Oregon and British Columbia. I was, in other words, very active in these sporting activities. But they were more than sport to me. They seemed to be what I was becoming. I faced some of my greatest fears, and learned some of my greatest lessons while engaged in these activities. Because they were so much a part of my spiritual development, I feel I need to give them a special treatment here, which will necessarily involve a bit of regression.

When I first started these activities, my physical body was not in such good shape. Much of my efforts in those early days dealt with trying to get myself in shape and deal with the injuries I was sustaining because of my lack of strength, technique and experience. As time went on, my body grew stronger because I made a solid commitment to fitness, and I became in time a fitness nut to put it bluntly. I was running 3 miles a day each morning followed by an hour's worth of calisthenics and often biking later in the day as well. I was also spending about two days per week engaged in some sort of fairly extreme mountaineering or outdoor sporting activity, usually mountain sports.

Once my body became fit enough for the activities I was engaged with I was free to explore the inner terrain of the mind and emotions. When the body is fit, then the mind gets to play with what is possible!There is nothing like hanging on a 1/4" ledge on the side of a near-vertical cliff about 1,500 feet from the boulder pile below to help you explore your inner psychological terrain more intimately! Sports like skiing and high wind windsurfing were wonderful for developing my sense of spatial awareness, and being able to get a sense of orientation when all external reference points seemed to vanish. This occurred regularly when skiing deep steep powder, and when windsurfing very strong 45-60 knot winds in the Columbia River Gorge that often pushed up 12 foot wave faces. These latter sports also helped develop my ability to have a sense of solid stillness internally when moving at very high speed on skis or windsurf board where there are a lot of dangers present if you make a wrong move. All of this experience ultimately led to the development of a very solid sense of inner confidence. I was engaging activities where my split-second decisions, could at times, cost me serious injury or my life itself if they were in error.

But that was not all that was being developed, and it turned out to be only the tip of the proverbial iceberg in terms of what my soul's trajectory in this life held in store for me. There was a sixth sense being developed as well. This sixth sense I speak of here is a balanced combination of the instinctual, intuitive and intellectual intelligences of my being.

I was doing a lot of back country wilderness skiing on telemark [cross country downhill] skis. I had been trained in back country wilderness survival, and avalanche hazard assessment and rescue. I thus was doing my skiing, as we were trained to do, with groups of people in the winter backcountry of the Pacific Northwest. When doing avalanche hazard assessment prior to skiing a slope, I found myself increasingly relying more on intuition. This would occur AFTER I had done all I had been trained to do to make a scientific assessment of the hazards present. That level of activity involved my intellectual intelligence. When that was accomplished and the determination made, I then felt an inner prompting to ask the mountain if it was OK to ski that slope that day. Sometimes the answer I got was congruent with my trained observations, and other times not. It was these other times, when the intuitive-instinctual indication did not agree with the intellectual deductions and scientific assessments, that I learned to trust my inner voice, WITH MY LIFE.

Because I was still skiing with groups of people, I was subject to group decisions. The people I was skiing with would go with the results of the scientific and observational assessments every time. They would not listen to what my instinctual-intuitive voice had to say no matter how hard I tried. After a couple of close calls with avalanches wherein my inner voice had indicated danger and all the assessments had otherwise indicated a safe slope, I decided to start skiing alone in the winter backcountry. Most people consider this unwise at best and suicidal at worse.

When skiing in a group, we used avalanche transponders which are a special sort of transmitter-receiver you wear. When skiing you are in transmit mode. If someone gets buried in an avalanche, everyone who is free switches to receiver mode and then follows a specific search process for locating their buried comrades ASAP by looking for the strongest signal. When you are skiing alone, it matters not if you have one of these on, there will be nobody to find you before you freeze or suffocate. I thus stopped wearing this safety device as well. I must say, that I learned a lot about the psychology of these devices in the process. I came to see how they often give a false sense of security. Once I had been skiing alone in the backcountry without one of these transponders, deeper experiences of sacred inner communion with the mountain started to unfold. While there were many experiences that demonstrate this, there is one which so well represents it I use this one experience alone to relate what happened for me at this stage of my life.

I had climbed to the top of a remote mountain ridge a few miles from any other people in anticipation of skiing what amounted to about 40 inches of fresh powder. It was early season, meaning there had not been a lot of base snow before the storm that dropped the fresh powder, and this means there is a danger of hitting submerged rocks and branches. I stood at the top of this delicious slope of deep heaven where second growth Douglas Fir rose 60 feet before the first branch appeared, then soared on to heights of 150 to 175 feet. The trees were fairly tight, and the slope at about 35 degrees [very steep]. I took a deep breath, and got to work doing all my scientific trained observations and assessments of the snow and surrounding terrain. When I was done, the indication was that this slope was not safe to ski this day. I went within, and asked the mountain if it was OK to ski her that day. I received an affirmative response.

This was the first time that I had my intuitive voice contradict the assessments, while skiing alone, and on a potentially very dangerous slope. I sort of quivered inside while I stood there peering down through those huge trees. The slope dropped about 1,500 feet below me and the bottom could not be even remotely seen through the forest. I thanked the mountain for her input and sanction, put my pack together, prepared my skis for descent, and leaped into the slope. It was most exhilarating, with snow flowing up and over my goggles on the compression phase of each turn, that is how deep it was. I was descending the mountain straight in the fall line at fairly high speed. In the midst of one turn as the skis rebounded from the compression my legs involuntarily leapt and sprung me high into the air. On a slope as steep as this if you do such a thing as this you are airborne for quite some distance, in this case perhaps 40 feet or more. I landed and cut my speed with a few turns and stopped. I wondered why I had leapt into the air like that, but was ecstatic. I turned to look behind me and there was this very large rock, perhaps 10 feet tall, sticking out of the snow on its downhill side. But it appeared that it was buried and invisible on the uphill side. I wondered if that rock could have been seen by my peripheral vision and if that set off the instinctual leap into the air?

I finished skiing the slope to bottom, then put my climbers back on my skis and headed back up hill to see what I could find out. I climbed to the point where I had leapt out of the snow, then traversed back into those tracks to stand right at that point. There was no sign whatsoever of that rock being there. I then allowed myself to slowly ski in a snowplow position down to that rock to see where the skis would have hit it. They hit about 6 feet down from the top of it, and even at that very slow speed I was launched forward fairly hard into the rock when I hit. At the speed I was previously skiing, had I hit this rock it is clear that serious injury leading to death from exposure was highly likely.

I felt one of the highest highs I may ever felt in my life in that moment. I let out a primal a scream, and then I wept profusely. The tears were of joy, that something inside of me had guided me and protected me, and I knew that this had occurred as a sort of gift because I had listened to the inner voice that day to ski this mountain despite the indications of grave avalanche hazard being present. It was a very powerful moment on my spiritual journey. It remains forever imprinted upon my mind and whenever I find myself needing to trust in my inner voice in difficult circumstances with grave consequences as a potential, I call forth this memory. Its powerful medicine.

There are so many experiences that I had after this that supported this notion and continued to reinforce my trust in that inner voice I could fill several books with them alone. But I wish to move on to another experience I had in the period of my life that changed everything, and ultimately was a key part of my mountaineering and ski days coming to an end. This was a rock climbing experience.

I and a close friend and climbing partner decided to climb a popular peak in the Cascade mountains. We started a bit late as it was a rather spontaneous climbing trip, one not well planned. We made the approach and mounted the cliff although we had not found the place the guide book seemed to speak of as the main route. We wound up on the cliff face alongside another climbing party. Loose rock was falling by us and sounded like ricocheting bullets due to the speed it had acquired after coming loose. Pebbles the size of peas would hit our helmets and the force was so great is cocked our heads a bit. A larger rock could be fatal, even with the helmet.

We held in as close to the rock as possible and kept climbing. We had somehow gotten out on the main face, which was actually slightly above our level of climbing abilities. I had my climbing boot wedged onto a 1/4 inch wide ledge, my hand was wedged into a small crack, and I was tending rope while my partner lead up further on the cliff face. It was here, that I looked down into a boulder pile approximately 1,500 feet below, and realized the absolute precariousness of my situation. Up to this point, fear was always a constant companion in climbs like this. It was overcoming the fear that drove me on, that gave me the feeling of such exhilaration when it was over like all risk sports do. But this particular day, I looked down that cliff at the boulders below, then I looked up the cliff at the falling rocks and debris screaming down upon us from above, and I felt absolute peace inside. A voice then spoke to me from within saying I had lived a full life, and I truly felt in that moment that if I was meant to pass from the mortal coil that day, it was entirely OK, I was entirely fulfilled.

We finished that climb getting off the mountain through a hair raising gulley descent after dark. It was one of the last climbs I ever did. It was as though the entire drive to rock climb had been motivated by the necessity to transcend the inherent fear, and once that happened, it was over, no more motivation.

It was also at this period of my life when I started going through a conscious awakening. My conscious spiritual path actually began back when I was 21 years old and made a firm commitment to transform myself so I would not be like my father. Yet there came a time when the entire context I had for my efforts towards self-transformation would expand rapidly. I began stopping short of the peaks I was going to climb in the mountains. My climbing partners would think I was nuts when I told them to go on and I would be waiting for them when they came back down. They would ask what I was going to do, and I would reply I wanted to just sit in the meadows full of wildflowers and hummingbirds and meditate.

My circles of friends thus started changing rather quickly, and I was well on my way to another major life transition. My indomitable human spirit though, had become somewhat attached to these activities and the way of life that they represented. It was thus that the loving nature of the soul brought me into some difficult circumstances wherein I had a little help.

I had decided to take an entire spring and summer off. I moved out of my rental house and placed all my things in storage. I spent a month in Alaska climbing, hiking and skiing with a friend. I came back to the lower 48 and led a climb of Mt Rainier in Washington State. I then went to the Columbia River Gorge in my little pick-up truck with a canopy on it and became a windsurf bum for the remainder of the summer. I slept in the back of the truck, and the most demanding thing to do each day was to decide where to windsurf along the 100 miles or so of the Columbia River. This was the life!

I had wanted to become an expert windsurfer, and this was a good way to do that because I could windsurf every day for an extended period of time. I did graduate and became an expert windsurfer that summer, but it was also destined to be the last of my windsurfing days and most of my other outdoor activities would follow too. Near the end of that summer, late in the day after a full day of windsurfing on moderately strong winds, I took one last reach across the river which is about a mile wide where I was that day. On the way back I caught a very large gust of wind and rode it to a very high rate of speed. I then saw a small wave face and shot straight into it to take a "jump." I did not go very high as it was a fairly small wave, but I had a lot of forward momentum and speed, and thus shot like an arrow out of a bow across the water at a height of perhaps 4-5 feet. In windsurfing jumps, just prior to landing you extend your legs and then flex them just as you come down to absorb the impact. I prepared for landing by extending my legs, then a rogue wave popped up throwing my timing off and the board hit it with my legs fully extended thereby hyper-extending my right knee backwards in the process. It made a loud crunching sound, and I was down in the water in extreme pain.

I tried for a year to rehab that knee, largely unsuccessfully. This included an arthroscopic surgical procedure which turned out to not be of much help. I was no longer able to run, hike with a pack, bicycle, climb, or windsurf at any level even remotely close to where I had been. I knew it was time to let go and move on. I guess I had known that before, but had not yet done so. I got the help I needed!

It was at this point in my life that some major spiritual openings now began to occur. In retrospect, everything that came before was only a primer for what was to come.

extraordinary spiritual experiences

I began to find an even better exhilaration in deep meditative states of being. After my windsurfing injury all of my outdoor activities were limited to but a few mild excursions, and they induced a degree of pain in the damaged knee. My indomitable human spirit, however, was still to some degree in the mindset that I could get back to my old self again somehow.  My spiritual path was also growing in leaps and bounds simultaneously.  I started having some very powerful paranormal experiences and my kundalini started to awaken, although at the time I did not know anything about kundalini energy.

In the spring and summer of 1992 I started having out of body experiences [OBEs] which were very, very, real. I was in full consciousness, and when I would pass through walls and such I could feel their "texture" going through me. I had some visitations from the Ultra Terrestrial beings at this time as well, and I came to know later they were the Arcturians. I was also having some phenomenon occurring that were associated with the book The Keys of Enoch, which I read and understood very well in 3 months time [it takes many people years to accomplish that if they ever do]. I found myself immediately facilitating classes alongside teachers of this material who had been with it for 10 years and longer. I started working with chanting the 40 sacred names of God in the ancient Hebrew as postulated by Dr J. J. Hurtak.

I also began having kundalini "jolts" which ran from the base of the spine up the skull. At times they were so strong they would cause my whole body to "jerk" involuntarily. I started receiving guidance that I needed to go to Mt. Shasta. I came across a brochure in late summer of that year which was about something called "The Ascension Celebration" happening at Mt. Shasta. I came in sort of late and under the wire so to speak. When I got there, I had not had time to even look over the program they had sent me. So here I am the first day of this gathering, sitting at the picnic bench in my camping space, starting to look at their fairly extensive 4 day program guide. It was overwhelming, so I went to Spirit and asked for guidance as to what I should do for that day, which programs I should attend. I ran my finger down the schedule for the day and received a very strong response on Dr. Norma Milanovich's workshop.

This workshop was being held outdoors, in the trees, on the shores of Lake Siskiyou, with Mt. Shasta looming up over the lake in the distance. This was to be a 4 hour workshop. I do not even remember exactly what the workshop was about at this point, but all of Norma's workshops at that time were generally about the Ascended Masters. I do remember that at about 3 hours through the workshop all of sudden there was this enormous energy shift and Norma stood up rather abruptly, so much so that her wig was knocked crooked. She paid no attention to that [and this is not usual for Norma as I now know, because she is a very "proper" person in this regard]. She instead announced that 12 Masters had just become present. She was looking off into space sort of glassy eyed and speaking as though she was communicating across a great distance. She then told us that these 12 Masters were there to conduct an initiation for all 40 present [we did not know how many were in attendance until we counted afterwards, it was 40 exactly]. She said that the Masters had specifically communicated on the inner planes with all 40 present in order to bring them to this gathering for this sacred purpose.

At this point a channel of energy opened up in my being that just about entirely removed me from space time awareness. I could barely hear Norma speaking in the background, and there was a cosmic wind blowing through my being from head to foot, like a 1,000 mile an hour wind, tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt weightless and formless, and as though I were standing on the edge of the planet as it hurled through space at breakneck speed. I sensed a column of Light going through me.

Then, I found myself in a 3 dimensional hologram that was as real as the material world is to my 5 senses. The Ascended Master Serapis Bey appeared to me. I had only vaguely heard his name prior to this, and knew nothing about this Master being. He appeared to me in a white Atlantean Priest's cape, with a red cross upon it. If were to you ask me how I knew these things were Atlantean, I can only say that within that inter-dimensional hologram all things were known immediately. It was not a telepathic communication, it was just pure holographic awareness, that was omnipresent, and instantaneous - no questions needed there!

I saw literally thousands of lifetimes fly by my field of vision in a series of vignettes that moved faster than any Hollywood montage ever could. In fact, I would have to say that I was seeing multiples of these lifetimes simultaneously, yet I was able to completely embrace each one as they passed, it was very multi-dimensional, my human mind cannot to this day make full sense of it.

In those few moments, I came to know on a very deep level who I was and what I was here to do. Life was never to be the same again. Serapis Bey came to me with an outreached hand. Upon his fingers was a white flame, and in his other hand was a white dove. He placed the flame upon my crown chakra, and the dove upon my brow. The dove perched for minute then took flight. I felt alarmed by that, but the moment I did a wave of peace and knowing flowed from the Master to me, and I knew that was intended, and that one day that dove would return to roost for good.

As this enormous flow of energy moving through me subsided, I felt as though it had only been a few minutes. But everyone was looking at me as I opened my eyes. I had been there for a little over an hour and the workshop was just coming to a close. I missed the part where Norma facilitated an initiation for the other 39 people, but it was apparent to me and everyone present that my initiation had occurred on an entirely different level.

Some people came over to me afterwards and shared their perceptions of what they saw going on in my energy bodies. The general impression most people had was of a Golden Pillar of Light penetrating through me head to foot, just as I had felt it to be. They each said they had never before seen anything like that, and wanted to know a lot about my experience. I had to excuse myself though as I was sort disheveled from the experience energetically and I could not speak much.

At this same 4 day gathering I was guided to go to another workshop a day later. This one was on Isis, and her lineage of Priestesses. In this workshop we were lead into chanting "Eyah-Binah-Gee" 40 times together. This was an ancient chant used to invoke the power of the Isis Goddess energies. Again, this pillar of light penetrated through me and opened me up beyond imagining. The same 1,000 mile an hour cosmic wind started blowing through me. This time it was Isis who appeared to me. My God she was beautiful, in an other-worldy way! Isis told me that I must go to Hawaii and then Egypt to facilitate the anchoring of her energy once again on the planet.

I was opened up for nearly 30 days after these two experiences wherein I was speaking to the Masters as though they were sitting in the room with me. Much was revealed to me in that time, as I was able to openly and freely converse with these beings anytime I wished, and I had many questions. Oddly enough, usually when I went to ask them questions, I could not remember the question, but instead received something far beyond that each time, which later in fact answered all the questions I had in my heart and many I would not have thought to ask.

When I got back to Seattle, I had lots of work lined up in my home repair-remodel business. As I tried to engage that work again, the energy was entirely gone. I spent several days trying to re-integrate it, then finally the presence of the Masters loomed larger than ever, and I knew, it was over for good. My whole life as I had known it was over, just like that.

I then gave all my scheduled work to other people I new would do a good job for my customers and informed the customers of what was happening. I also sold all of my climbing, skiing, windsurfing and other outdoor sporting gear. I called my stock and investment broker and told him to liquidate everything. He freaked out and said everything was down, I couldn't sell right then! I told him there was some things more important than money, and he reacted by saying "like what." It was funny actually, and he finally caught himself and took that back, but, he was clearly shaken to the core of his being.

All my friends thought I had completely lost it, but they were glad to get the bargains on sporting gear all the same. I also sold my house, and I knew that I was going to be placing that money into a more worthy investment, and that was my own spirituality. I then traveled to Hawaii then Egypt as suggested by Isis. The trip to Hawaii was powerful and set the stage for what was to occur in Egypt. Many very powerful synchronicities occurred in this period of time in Hawaii, but Egypt was where the real action took place.

This was my first journey to Egypt. I was guided to break away from the group I was with and meet up with them later on. I went to Aswan with a traveling companion. At the Monastery of St. Simeon I had some very powerful past life recall experiences and I knew that place like the back of my hand. Many of the temples were also quite powerful experiences with many past lives surfacing and other energies clearing. I had no idea what was in store for me at Giza though. Once we got there, we did some considerable amount of explorations. We did the group thing in the Great Pyramid at night. But it was near our last day in Giza, when I and my traveling companion went over from the Mena House to go into the Great Pyramid early, right when they open. We had made a mistake in the time, however. We were waiting by the ticket booth for them to open when an Egyptian man came over asked what we wanted in broken English. We told him we wanted to buy tickets to go in the Great Pyramid.

He said for us to wait, he would try to find out where the ticket guy was. He came back, and had been told to just let us in before normal opening. It was about 45 minutes before they officially let people in there. So we got in for free, and had it all to ourselves for about an hour. I had been given a list of special mantrams composed of the sacred names of God in ancient Hebrew to chant in the Great Pyramid by one of Dr. Hurtak's main people, Bruce Curtis, at a gathering in Seattle. I got inside the sarcophagus in the King's Chamber. I laid with my head facing the closest wall, as my guidance had indicated. My traveling companion sat on the little stone bench next to the sarcophagus. We began to chant these mantrams together. We had been chanting for perhaps 10 or 12 minutes when all of  sudden I was struck in the third eye by an immense ball of golden light. It exploded through my entire body which got very hot then went numb. I immediately lost conscious awareness. My companion said I was out for about 3-4 minutes. I have no recall of anything during that period of time.

When I awoke again, I had this burning donut of golden light in my third eye, and it was there regardless of where I looked, eyes open or closed. Extending from this golden donut of light, there was also a golden cord that went into the heart. This lasted for about 6 hours. We processed this awhile and my companion went into the sarcophagus and chanted some herself. We then left the King's chamber because people started showing up. We were able to sneak down into the pit area below the Great Pyramid though. It was pitch black as it was closed and no lights were on. We had small flashlights to navigate, But once we were in the pit we turned them off. We started chanting in there and we both saw blue spiritual light flashes in the corners of the chamber when we did these sacred chants. I then received guidance to focus on drawing forth the blue spiritual light from the ethers and the rocks. As we did this together, the room literally filled with this blue spiritual light to where you could see very well in there. It was then that I looked over at my traveling companion, and I could see right THROUGH her as if she was only in astral form. She also had the same experience looking at/through me.

I then went into a deep meditation in pitch darkness, and soon felt a distinct spiraling and ascending sensation. A moment later I was standing on top of the Great Pyramid, looking down at the Mena House and little town of Giza. It was as real as though I climbed to the top physically, I had bi-located to the top of the Great Pyramid! Oddly enough, the evening before we had been out on the Giza Plateau with a guide, and I had wanted to climb to the top of the Great Pyramid physically, but the Masters came in very strong and said that was not necessary. I now knew why!

Before leaving for Egypt, I thought I was going to return and be like an Ascended Master or something [silly yes, but then the ego always is]. I had been having such incredible experiences, and yet, I was being informed by the Masters that very powerful things were going to happen in Egypt too. Its natural for the ego to run off a bit with things like that. What happened instead is that when I returned from Egypt I was cast into a deep dark night of the soul. All the high frequency energies I was exposed to at Mt. Shasta, Hawaii and then in Egypt drug up all the demons from the depths to be given passage into the light. My life turned to a shambles, and despite what I did to try and resurrect it, it died gasping before my very eyes.

In the process of witnessing the flames which burned my life to the ground, the Phoenix was rising. I started having massive kundalini experiences. I called them "freight train" and "cell popping"energy at the time, as I did not know about kundalini yet. Through the course of the following year and a half I would have approximately 120 or so major kundalini experiences. I was rendered almost useless while this was going on. I could not predict when they would strike, only that they they were coming every few days. Some would only last 1-2 hours. Others would rage on for 6-8 hours. Many times my entire body would be convulsing and writing like a snake on the bed entirely of its own accord, I could not control it, for 6 hours straight! I could feel these massive energy surges going through my body. It felt many times as though I was being "pushed" out of my body. I was very afraid at first, and used mantrams of protection like the Kadoish, Kadoish, Kadoish Adonai Sabayoth. Those mantrams pulled me deeper into the experience, so I knew it was alright, even if it was somewhat frightening. I felt God>Spirit>Source was consuming me entirely.

For a number of years prior to these experiences I had lived a pretty clean life with lots of exercise, clean mountain water, fresh air, vegetarian cuisine, and I had done lots of herbal detox programs so I was pretty clean. But after these first 20 or so freight train energy experiences within an hour after they subsided, my urine turned almost black, and I got the runs for about 24-48 hours or so. I was being detoxed by Spirit in a very large way with nothing other than pure energy infusions.

I also had alternating experiences of unbearable and unimaginable pain on an emotional-physical level, and conversely nirvana and cosmic consciousness. Often times these would vacillate back and forth several times in the course of an hour. After 6-8 hours of this I was spent to say the least. However, I discovered that using my mind I could penetrate through the layers that seemed to be causing me the pain and which were also responsible for the resistance in the body which caused it to writhe uncontrollably. Whenever I successfully penetrated through one of these layers, there was an instantaneous shift from the pain and agony and writhing to nirvana and cosmic consciousness and a relaxed body state free of pain, and in fact, the body would be in an ecstatic state as well.

These breakthroughs would not usually last too long though. I would experience this state of nirvana for a short spell then I would feel the kundalini energy surge to a new level and it would begin another cycle of pain and agony. I discovered over time that there was 8 levels to go through, and once these 8 levels had been penetrated the nirvana experiences would remain for awhile and slowly fade out and that was it. I only ever reached those eight levels of penetration twice. The rest of the time it was the wild swing of the pendulum.

It was right at the culmination of these intense kundalini experiences that I discovered that this was indeed kundalini. This was also the period where I met my current partner and wife Maia. I continued to have mild kundalini energy surges for some afterwards, and in fact still have them today. I did not have any intense kundalini experiences after this until 4 years later when I had one so intense I thought I might die. Oddly enough, the earlier experiences as powerful as they were, did not fully incapacitate autonomous body functions. This later experience did.

While these latter kundalini fires were raging I did not know when I had to go the restroom, or when I was hungry, and I had to think about breathing or my breath stopped. I would be freezing to death when it was 94 degrees outside and I was wearing my winter coat, then moments later I would be sweating profusely. I could not walk much for several days. My heart was palpitating a lot although I did not have to think about it to keep it beating. My whole body went into spasms and I faced some of the darkest demons I have seen within myself. So much so that at one point I let out a blood-curdling primal scream so hard that I actually tore my vocal cords and had to go to the doctor because the injury got infected. This one kundalini experience took me nearly 6 months to fully recover from. We went on a sacred overseas journey, which I almost was not able to attend, to Scotland, England, Spain and France, about 2 months after this experience, and it was most difficult to facilitate in my weakened and vulnerable state.

The following year right about Summer Solstice of 1999, I had a very subtle but profound shift occur in my field which I now know is related to the prior year's kundalini experience. I was just lying there early in the morning with Maia in my arms. We were in a very expanded state of being together right there experiencing each other's love. Suddenly I experienced this strange feeling, and I felt as though I had been turned inside-out. Whereas before I had been reaching out as far as I could into the cosmos for universality, now I was on the outside looking in. It was very disconcerting for quite some time, and it took a year to integrate this well enough to even be able to start to understand the implications of what happened. This seemingly subtle shift just about destroyed my life once again.

Much of what I felt was true prior to this field reversal all of a sudden appeared either false or grossly incomplete. Things that had been tightly held beliefs prior to this came tumbling down. My entire belief system in all things rooted in duality, even very spiritual forms of it, was rent asunder. Keep in mind that my wife and I had been writing quite extensively about highly esoteric metaphysics for some time, and our material was known and sought by people the world over. Here I found myself in the position wherein I suddenly no longer viewed much of what I previously wrote as being true. I embraced this, even though it was a bit disconcerting, because I am able to do change fairly well. Maia, however, had great difficulty with this, after all it was my experience not hers and she felt abandoned by me. It has taken us nearly 6 years of work to re-harmonize our relationship with each other after that seemingly subtle shift occurred. We are however on an entirely different plane than we were before, and we are most grateful.

I would be amiss if I did not regress for a moment and share another very powerful spiritual experience which was my wedding day and subsequent marriage to my wife Maia. We were married at 9,000 feet in the Rockies on the side of a mountain above the little town of Crestone, CO on a tipi platform. Our wedding started out to include just a few friends. For reasons unknown to us at the time, people started calling us and asking if they could come too. Before we knew it we had over 40 people wanting to attend the ceremony and the celebration afterwards. We came to realize that our intense intention and dedication to Spirit to come together in sacred marriage as a couple for the purposes of the sacred work of planetary transformation was energetically drawing these people in to be a part of it. Many of these people we did not even know until we met them on our wedding day.

We had our wolf Shekhinah there, and two dear friends and colleagues served as the ministers [one IS a minister]. At one point about halfway through a song I chose to be played, and which represented my love for Maia, the energy became so strong I thought I was going to have one of those kundalini experiences right on the spot. I could barely hold it together, tears streaming down my face, and then, it happened. All of sudden Maia, whom I had been looking straight at all along, started to become transparent! I could see right through her as I had when in the pit of the Great Pyramid with my traveling companion some years before.

When the main ceremony was over, we formed two lines of people in attendance and anointed them all signifying the sacred marriage of masculine-feminine energies within them. People were awestruck, the spiritual power there that day was immense, and everyone told us this afterwards. Many went completely unconscious lying out on the ground amidst prickly pear cactus during the ceremony and later stated they did not know where they went.

Maia and I are completely opposites in so many ways, and we have completely conflicting backgrounds and histories. Yet, we find such a feeling of love together that it makes all the difficulties generated by these other differences melt away. It has been through the 14 years of dealing with these differences, which can generate very intense energetic challenges, that I have become the person I am today. To also have Maia's steadfast love in the midst of it all has been a most powerful healing balm. I have truly come to know the truth of love as the most powerful force in the universe. All of my limitations have, one by one, been dissolving within that greater field of love that we call God>Spirit>Source. This, is the heart of what Ascension is all about.

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