By July 7, 2013 I’d traveled the entire Southeastern United States visiting hospitals, corporate government entities, nursing homes, abandoned townships, rundown neighborhoods, prisons, animal shelters, business people, and merchants. Sometimes I chatted with people and sometimes I just planted my energy. When I talked, I shared my ideas about freedom, resourced-based economics, and the coming shift. Sometimes I offered energy exchanges for purchases instead of money, which were typically refused. Eventually, I ran out of cash and after losing my car in a Florida State forest (long story), landed on an Island with nothing but the clothes on my back and flip-flops.
Eventually I was able to retrieve my car but was out of gasoline, so spend my days going for long walks in the ocean and my evenings listening to blues musicians at a local bar and grill. The music matched my experience and was comforting. Once in awhile someone would buy me a drink or pass me their leftover chicken wings. I was decompressing; purging my body, soul, and mind of the social system that once held me in slavery.
I tried my best not to look like a hobo but after awhile it became a losing battle. So at that point I stopped going in public places. For the first time I understood the humiliation that accompanies homelessness. I no longer saw litter as litter, but as potential resources. I was instantly cured of habitual hand-washing, shower-taking, and clothes-changing. I applied for jobs here and there but refused to use my slavery number (social security number) and had lost my cell phone, which made me unreachable in the eyes of potential employers.
I knew in my heart that this experience was an essential part of my journey and part of the reason I was led away. I felt intense fear and loneliness at times and learned to calmly observe these emotions while balancing them with love for all humanity. Bouts of intense pain and loss washed through me for hours on end at first, but then dissipated as I calmly held them in observance, never getting caught up in them.
I had completed Andrew Bartzis’ soul contract resolution exercises before leaving, which helped tremendously. While I do not ascribe to much of Mr. Bartzis’ teaching, I found these essential to my emotional freedom and ability to follow my heart without worrying about what friends and family thought. I was adjusting to a new life; a life without the approval of people, without “stuff,” and without being able to predict how or when I would be able to eat or care for myself from day to day.
After weeks of sunburn, being swollen from sun poisoning (I guessed), and exhausted from sleeping in the car, I realized it was time to get off the island. Now, the interesting thing is that there were individuals I'd connecteed with through OPPT who not only knew about this adventure but had buttressed me through it all along the way. We stayed in touch through various means and I was constantly aware of their energetic and emotional support. It was by the generosity of one of these that I was able to acquire enough fuel to drive north to a cooler environment.
I’d made it to Georgia and was napping in an apartment parking lot when I heard a tap on the window. It was an older woman with one of the kindest looking faces I’d ever seen. She said she’d seen me sleeping in my car and was in her living room praying when God told her to invite me in for coffee. Of course, I accepted her invitation. That night I had a shower and slept in a bed for the first time in weeks. It felt heavenly. Through this woman's generosity and her belief that I was sincere in my mission, I was able to continue traveling on and off. I visited Asheville, North Carolina where I found solace in the mountain forests and a chance to process all that had happened.
(to be continued...)
I'm up in the woods
I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still
To slow down the time