Title: Healing Facilitator who is perfectly imperfect

Gender: Male

Location: Hawaii - Japan - Bali

Totally Mortal - living in the Now is my goal. I have had past lives…, as a high school student…, and another as a spouse…, a technician…, now dancing in the realm of Healers, and sometime later I will have had a past life as a human. I have been accused of being able to someone like a book once I know them. Once you know me, you'll find I treat others as I want to be treated. There's a strong chance I'll make you laugh. Those I meet are greeted with 100% trust and 100 % respect unless by their action this changes. If you need a friend or lover that is eye candy or a decoration to your life, that would not be me. I have huge compassion but it has been tempered by some of life's experiences.

A little history…

Feb 18 2003 - Sooo close to moving to the other side
That happens when you wreck your motorcycle after having been seduced by a prematurely sunny day.

There began what I affectionately call 'my year of hell'
I remember thinking “why is this happening”. Then it's face down on the side of the road trying to get my helmet of because I can't breathe. Then is the pain that feels as if someone parked a truck on my leg. Pain. Faces floating. Pain. Please don't jostle so much, it's excruciating. Pain. A helicopter. Pain. Faces & questions & x-rays on the wall. Pain. A pink mask….
Timeless fighting. Fear. Demons. I am scared to my core and yet battle on and on….
A cool washcloth on my head. A fragment of reality to try and hold. Pain. Snippets of conversation. I talk too. Pain. This is my life….
Reality more often than not. One lung is/was collapsed, 5 ribs are broken and one leg will never be the same. 5 days have passed. It turns out I've had two surgeries. Pain is my constant companion though my mother is there just about as much and my daughter the third…
Some visit. Some with their body betraying that <normal> feeling of 'can't wait to get outta here', others with the 'dude you're fucked up but my face don't show it does it' look on their face, and, of course the ones that care and are touched to the core…
Eight days was all that could be endured. They were considering transferring me to another place but I needed Home to mend. Hospitals are not places of wellness… 
So, the short of it was: A wheel chair to walker to vision trouble to crutches to spraining the good ankle to a wheel chair to walker to crutches to brain swelling to a cane. (It all really sounds like a country song, doesn't it)

All this changes a person… now I can share this insight:

—–>This is the best thing that ever happened to me. My soul knew that this event would cause needed change to me<—– 

Six years Alive and,  of Life… I still have residual stuff I deal with but I can do it from a perspective I never had

Blessings to you all. May your path be easier than mine but just as impactful on you. Namaste


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