Thankless Abandon—leading by our own highest influence.



Neither alcohol or marijuana are healthy outlets for parents, in my opinion.

Constructive outlets to channel or vent our frustrations is far healthier than masking them with substances.

Cancer, disease, ailments, etc. don't kill people. People just kill themselves slowly, over several decades on average—from substance abuse, stemming from one’s inability to process their emotions naturally and effectively.

As a wise man has said to me so often, "We're raising humans!" The option, is to show up.

We owe it to them to show up and be there, clear mind and body. It is they, who truly have something to offer us. We're just their guides and mentors until it's time to pass along the torch in hopes that we taught our children and grandchildren the value of sharing and reciprocation.

Lastly, we teach young people, peers and elders alike—with unconditional kindness. Our opinions are our own, and often best left to ourselves because all division is created out of ego.

Common beliefs are found through the cultivation of togetherness—thick and thin, as the old saying goes. This is nothing new. If you wish to understand this singular, universal language called love, then you must be willing to listen—with your heart, mind and spirit.

The mind appears to be the first place we process our emotions, which are natural. This process is normal but we must be aware of it, so that we might proceed with discernment, love and an openness to learn something beyond our own present, comprehension.

Children embody unconditional love. We instill their fears. Let them fall and get up on their own, unless it's an actual emergency that takes place. Stop expecting them to become a better version of you. They are who they are from childhood, onward.

We are abusing their universal free-will, lawful rights to explore with reckless abandon or caution. If they ask for our help, give it to them gladly—with fond appreciation in your heart and a thankless attitude.

The best we can ever do for them, resides solely in our character. People forget 'what' people were doing but we never forget one's character. It's our actions that speak such volumes. Our behaviors determine our outcomes. Attitude, commitment, attention and influence are the true motivators that either destroy its people, or unites them.


A message to our respected elders:



Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.” ~ Albert Einstein

We understand where you’re coming from. However, it does not mean we’ll forge the same path.

This is not a joke:

“I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the president of the university.” ~ Albert Einstein

The young people of this planet—one race of humans in all its shades of glory, are ready to shape this world the way we envision it ought to be. What’s morally right and ethical, not corrupted by self-interests, greed or fear.

“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.” ~ Albert Einstein

Beyond that, we know now that it is in the mind where change begins and outer transformations may then take shape, second. Any attempts to further indoctrinate or ‘shape’ us will be met with defiant and formidable free-will counter-measures, beyond any scope imaginable to-date.

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” ~ Albert Einstein

We suggest that you bow out now—with all due respect. Leadership is forged on the front-lines; not some ivory steeple or elected office. We elect ourselves—each individual claiming their sovereignty and willingness to lend a helping hand to others rather than to just, self.

“If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?” ~ Albert Einstein

We've got this. No one is ever prepared to leap into a new frontier, however we are ready to take up arms in mind, heart and spirit. There’s no need for a generation of peaceful beings to bear literal arms or hide behind any man-made declarations or constitutions.

“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” ~ Albert Einstein

Your mistakes are our lessons to learn from and to move forward with the intent and fortitude to set things straight—to align this planet on a trajectory that is beneficial to all life here (not just human life or the wealthy few; monetarily imprisoned by the masses, no matter how it might appear otherwise).

“A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it.” ~ Albert Einstein

We’ve always held the key to our own power—we’ve always held the secret to setting ourselves free and now, we’re remembering. We’re acknowledging our higher power.

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.” ~ Albert Einstein

Your time is up. Your contribution to this planet has been noted and is well-respected. Nonetheless, it's no longer yours to govern—this planet or your children.

“I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the president of the university.” ~ Albert Einstein

Indoctrinated beliefs will be eradicated and free-will is once again, blooming. Has seven generations come to pass? Slave systems will become nothing more than chapters in the history archives, when a world forgot where they hence arrived from. Our children, those of the Rainbow, will never forget where their forefathers came from or the sacrifices made, that landed all of us here today—on the shores of new discovery and real hope; not false persuasion or misleading notions and candid lies.

“I am not only a pacifist but a militant pacifist. I am willing to fight for peace. Nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war.” ~ Albert Einstein

There's no blame or shame, just an emergence of new understandings and wisdom based around past life experiences and opportunities to change the way we do things moving forward. Ignorance may no longer prevail and excuses will be met with empathy, yet little sympathy for those who choose to cling to an outdated system of checks and balances.

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” ~ Albert Einstein

Enjoy your grandchildren and revel, despite any discomfort we may cause you over the next two or three decades, knowing that we are fully capable of ushering in a new era of genuine peace and prosperity—not modeled after ideals of consumption or division; not even greed or hatred, but rather beliefs that support unity and reflection on where we've been so we might better recognize where we're headed.

“The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.” ~ "Old Man's Advice to Youth: 'Never Lose a Holy Curiosity.' "LIFE Magazine (2 May 1955) p. 64” ~ Albert Einstein

Foresight will save us.

“Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value.” ~ Albert Einstein

Go now and rest. It’s our time to heal the masses and a traumatized planet. We’re here, to heal you too.

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ~ Albert Einstein

Public Service Announcement: My Life Plan.



I've not made any official declarations regarding this until now, but I'm semi-retired.

Yes. I'm 34 and after all that I've witnessed and been a part of these past few years, I realize that life is happening—now.

Some may wonder, "How?"

I don't have a retirement plan, a 401K or mutual funds.

I'm not wealthy, monetarily. However, I'm rich at heart and I'm finally doing what I absolutely love waking up to each day.

So again, it may baffle some, just how a person could do such a thing, at such a young age.

According to old belief systems, by the numbers, I've got another 30 years of career ahead of me and for most people, they'll willingly make that mad dash each day—40, 50 and even 60 or more hours of work each week; to serve a variety of purposes like monetary and material gain which no longer serve the notions I firmly believe in.

It's a steadfast devotion to doing what we love—that's it. That's all Spirit asks of us—to do what we love, passionately and without compromise, guilt, explanation or excuse. Right, wrong or indifferent to anyone else's personal evolution.

Life is a choice. How we lead it is a choice. I don't have the answers for you. It's your choice to decide if you'd rather chase after something that may never arrive or learn to just be present, here and now.

This manifesto is not for everyone's taste, nor do I have any desire to even compromise on other people's beliefs. Save it. It will fall upon deaf ears. My mind's made up and once I've decided upon something, nothing can stop me.

I do not resonate with economic growth and profits (at the expense of our planet and Her countless inhabitants) to consider myself worthy or righteous (well, maybe sometimes but that's just my limited ego-self speaking out from time to time).

Again, many must wonder just how to go about becoming semi-retired at such a youthful age when so much opportunity to get ahead, lies just beyond….

I'll tell you my secret:

I've created what I call, a life plan—not totally unlike a retirement plan where one saves for the future but rather, a plan that I settle up with each day of my waking life.

My currency lies in the moments, not a bank account or financial institution earning interest off of my hard-earned (illusory) dollars that so many work feverishly to obtain.

A life plan consists of doing whatever it takes to live fully each day, because I've personally witnessed how, in just the blink of an eye, life can be taken away from us.

Impermanence is where the value and wisdom lies, I believe—not in possessions. To accept this, is a testament to what it means, to live fully, now—ever-present and attentive to the energy I'm investing here and now with those who appreciate my company and vice versa. I'm learning to own it.

All else is arbitrary. It doesn't matter, nor does it add up in terms of qualitative memories—investments through time, made through actions like happiness, content and laughter; even sadness or despair from time to time. Because guess what? That's life and it's all just a roll of the dice.

We're all part of some grand plan or mystery. I'll gladly give myself back when Creator deems it time to do so. That I've accepted. I no longer fear death, having brushed up with it so many times now.

Our understanding of death is largely false and highly misunderstood, anyhow (according to popular belief).

Tomorrow is not guaranteed, nor is my life granted unto me for sure when or if 30 years from now does indeed roll around or come to pass.

If I've not ever learned how to truly live until then, I may as well not have ever lived at all. These bodies are not ours to keep, nor is anything we may obtain outside ourselves. When I pass, this body will be surrendered to the same fountainhead which fed, clothed and nurtured me—through the proverbial thick and thin times.

To those dealing with depression, or loneliness—abandonment issues or lack of vitality, I'd encourage you to examine your life as you see it now from an outsider's perspective and I dare you to consider changing how you choose to earn moments worth saving and holding onto for those times where we need them most.

That's the kind of currency we can always rely on—of which will always be there for those rainy days.

We were not meant to fit in. No. We're misfits, meant to stand out and it's time to do just that. Let our influence be our guides, as way showers and wanderers—human angels and guardians of genuine spirituality, not dogmas or institutionalized beliefs; means of control and fear cultivation.

No apologies or explanations. Families, friends, loved ones and strangers can simply stand back in awe and/or shake their heads—whether to judge or admire; however they please.

This is free-will and I'll be damned if I don't start exercising it each day of my life. I'm tired of handing my power over to others and biding my time for something to change or that dam to finally break.

Abundance is whatever we create and whatever we make of it, whether it's in those material gains or pleasures—suffrage or utter joy; for no reason.

We're not here to please, impress upon or do as 'they'd' wish us to—simply to make 'them' feel comfortable. I'd encourage you while reminding myself, to stop dimming your light on account of others.

They're living their lives quite fantastically, even if their impositions remain under-foot for a time. Never give in to other people's sorrows or conditional beliefs.

Speak up, wildly and absurdly. Scream and yell if you must, to release that pent up hostility I know so many of us harbor. It's poison, you know? To hold onto such negative, low vibrational energy…let it go. Forgive, when you can or are ready to. Until then, fucking kick and scream—have your temper tantrums and stop giving a fuck what others think.

Seriously, fuck them if they can't do as you do and can only wish for you to step down from your alter of freedom and transparency.

Not all of us are slaves. Some of us will always be free, whether our bodies are beaten, imprisoned, worshiped or ignored. No one, not even the few can capture our spirit or imprison the mind, unless we allow it.

We're here to change the world and it happens in the mind of each individual, first. The sooner each of us empowers ourselves, the more effective our influence will be on those who are also awakening. To all else, their time will come and eventually the awakened ones will rule the world.

I have just one last parting statement: stop worrying ‘how’ it will all work out. If that’s as far as we ever get, we’ll never truly get anywhere. It’s in the experience, the wonder, awe and grand mystery where life truly awaits us.

Live happily—die young; no matter how old the body may get.


Dear Father,



When I was young I remember falling down many times.

I’m sure you were there to pick me up but what I remember is you teaching me how to get back up on my own.

You couldn’t answer all my questions nor did you ever try.

And now that I’m an adult I can see how and why we drove you crazy at times.

You taught me by example.

And for that I thank you.

Life was never meant to be easy or always graceful.


You did your best, always—to lessen the blow that life delivers.

As an adult I can see that now.

We probably can’t fully appreciate just how much a father does until we fall down as adults yet again.

Despite my pride not to ask, somehow you always know when to ask if I could use a helping hand.

But I’ve never forgotten what you taught me all those years ago.

How to stand when we fall.

To this day you stand.

You lead by example and have not wavered for the 34 years I’ve been on this Earth.

In my mind that’s a testament to the devotion a father possesses that I hope someday I can express to others myself.

May, as I’ve heard it described before, you thoroughly enjoy the sunset years of your life.

Opening your heart to your grandchildren and making the most of the moments with the family you helped create.

The one you’ve nurtured and found one way or another, time and time again to keep our connection and bond intact.

Happy Father’s day—all my love.


“To every father today.”

Transitioning from employee to employer—a heart-seeker’s guide to following your path.



After being unceremoniously fired from a manager’s position at the start of 2014, I made the choice to delve into business ownership on my own for the first time. I’d been prepping myself for months prior and looking back on it now, I realize—years. My obvious intentions leading up to this point was to be of benefit to the company I was managing.

Possessing the wisdom from previous occupations, I felt confident and secure in my introduction to self-employment. What I ultimately did was go into direct competition with this company of which I’d led to reaching record sales, a record sales month and the addition of a fleet truck—within the span of ten months. Customers enjoyed working with me and I was deeply committed to this business prior to having a fallout with it’s owner.

Not everyone can handle growth and change and I refused to simply scrape by from a business perspective. Armed with these insights, I ventured forth into the unknown perils and privileges of entrepreneurship.

For a couple years leading up to this window of time, my entire world began to change—both an inner and outer transformation. Until then, I was that astute, working professional—making my way up the ladder of industry through sheer dedication and will while earning a decent, yet modest living throughout. I’d always been fortunate enough to work closely with my employers and was groomed from a young age to become that proverbial entrepreneur, or business owner someday.


What issues arrived were not just of economic despair (my inability to remain a part of this prior trajectory), but rather my own longing for something that was missing from my life and had been for as long as I can recall. Until this point, I was that proverbial cog on a wheel—helping others enrich their lives while I toiled away feverishly to make ends meet. Needless to say, my loyalties to employers began to wane severely.

My ego was certain it knew what it wanted. I’d been preparing for years in advance (consciously and unconsciously) but once it became a reality I suddenly felt like I’d become a slave to something I had never truly wanted to begin with. My heart simply was not in it the way I thought it was and this was not the first time I felt this way.

Once I realize something has become futile, I begin acting like an anchor. I resist heavily and allow things to deteriorate rapidly. I refuse to forge ahead, knowing just what kind of misery lay before me and what would otherwise be, the remainder of my natural life. I’m a chameleon. My colors change constantly. I don’t have a steady demeanor and each day is like a magic eight ball experience.


Nonetheless, I struck out on a limb and delved directly into business ownership, just as I’d been taught to do over the past 15 or so years previous.

Things sailed at first and within a couple months, I’d drummed up about $25,000 in sales. I was on a role, but something dreadful remained in the pit of my stomach: fear. I resented the thought of ending up in the same situations as my previous employers. They’ve made their careers work for them and they all seemed to love what they do—thriving at what they enjoy.

For me however, I simply could not accept living this way (industrial design and fabrication was the route I had originally committed to). It just wasn’t my modus operandi.

The one thing that I had so easily overlooked was the fact that I’d been writing each morning before work, after work and throughout many of my evenings from day to day—rarely taking time off (welcome to the life of an entrepreneur). I wrote all the time and couldn’t fathom that it could potentially become a career in it’s own right. I promptly allowed this business to fail and yet, still hadn’t conceived writing as an outlet for earning an income.

What I did next, was help co-found a nonprofit (just one last detour) which I’m happy to say is still alive and well, despite resigning from my position at the beginning of 2015. After that, I was burnt out on doing anything that did not benefit my personal satisfaction—doing what I love each day I wake, whether it’s daunting or exquisitely pleasurable.

I started writing and reading constantly (ele articles for about three years now). I wrote and wrote and wrote and with some encouragement from others, began believing more and more in my craft. It was so obvious, I’d overlooked it my entire life—the one thing I was born to do and always excelled at. So here I am today, nearly broke and struggling to earn a living from my writing pursuits, but you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. In just the short time that I’ve finally devoted myself to this art, my career trajectory has taken off like a fire storm.

I’m happy to say, it’s paying off—financially and spiritually. I’m happy and for the first time in my life, feel encouraged to trust in this path, knowing that love is what’s guiding me this transition.


A message about hatred—to parents, especially. {Adult}



Yesterday, I was angry at the world and at myself.

Last night, I was reduced to tears and felt down on myself—having exhausted my energy reserves by being so closed off all day.


I grew up hearing and eventually projecting the words, fag, queer, n*gger, sp*c, sl*t and b*tch. My own grandfather may have been the first to literally point out and make a racial slur towards a Native American and about n*ggers to me when I was only a few years old.

This was commonplace where I lived—at least in the circle of people I was so heavily influenced by. A less than peaceful family arrangement, where words manifest as mental and emotional violence also affected my own good nature—slowly deteriorating whatever innocence was left within from a young age, onward.

I’m not here to vilify these people however, nor condone myself for who I once was—before I awoke.

Words like this were muttered unconsciously by a handful of my male, adult role models on a regular basis, whether they realized what they were saying or even truly meant to. I understand their own indiscretions; that this is largely a generational phenomenon. However, as a conscious adult, it’s been up to me to break this cycle—especially knowing now, just how much it poisons the heart and mind of self and others.

It’s taken it’s toll on my wellbeing and I am at times ashamed to acknowledge the hatred that embodied me of which I lived out for so long.

This ignorant hate-speech was nonetheless imprinted upon my young, malleable brain and mind (right, wrong or indifferent). My heart was closed off–I lived in fear. I was angry and hostile. My parents had no idea what to do about my rage and so they largely left me to my own devices.

I certainly didn’t know what to do with my own adolescent, raging hormones, confusion and rejection of self. Oddly, it was this same group of individuals for the most part, who conversely taught me the value of love, understanding and togetherness. That may be hard to conceive, but I guess what I’m getting at, is that hatred and violence are not merely black and white (not a pun).

Loving people can be afflicted with bigotry, self-loathing and hatred at the same time. We are multi-colored in that sense. We’re all not so different, once we realize the plethora of stigmas, programming and issues we’re all faced with each day. Some of it is mental in nature and a chemical imbalance may very well cause such strain in one’s perception.

I realized how wrong they were—how wrong I was and that hatred is poisonous and obscene; it insults my soul.

These literal slang words taught me to hate others based on their complexion, sexual orientation or for simply being different—unlike ‘us’. I was rejecting myself, when staring into the mirror of others. These word were flung around, mixed into my everyday, ignorant speech patterns and until I moved away from all of that prejudice, I was simply oblivious to how toxic my thoughts and feelings towards others (and self) were.

Not to exclude how toxic it is for any human, no matter their age, to be predisposed to such filthy language and ideals (in my personal opinion). I’ve gone to great lengths over the years to avoid people like this—often times now, choosing to keep my own company, just so there’s some peace and sanctity within. We’re so susceptible to suggestion. Words imprint upon our soul-makeup. We learn to believe in these words. We start to identify with them and live them out.

Logic and reason will never solve this, but love can.

Hate crimes are senseless and every hater and perpetrator is a wounded child within. This is important to realize. I am different and am very feminine in nature, as a Libra male—which has made other grown males uncomfortable to be around me over the years. I had to hide my own sensitivities for a long time—burying my empathy and inherent nature with substance abuse, etc. All of this, to be accepted—which only brought misery upon me.

It took me decades to embrace my own sexuality, feelings of self-worth and to stop shaming myself for being uniquely me, amongst billions of other unique human beings. I’m happy that I’m in touch with my masculine and feminine traits which are a universal part of each and every one of us too.

Yin and yang.


Space away from all of the ignorance I used to be surrounded by has taught me that I am a compassionate and understanding human being. I empathize greatly and when I hear harsh tones, I literally cringe as though I’m being poked by thousands of needles. It bruises my sensibilities internally and haunts my thoughts. I’m angered, then saddened—followed by a moment of insight where I can again see where all of this hatred stems from.

Parents: your words echo throughout your children’s young lives and they are imprinting upon everything you’re saying while observing every one of your behaviors each day. Our subconscious does not skip a beat. It’s recording everything and processing infinitely more than what the conscious mind needs to know in order to survive and carry out routine tasks each day.

They’re learning from us but fortunately, if we’re willing to listen, there is truly so much that our children have to share with us as well. We have much to learn and our children need our support and a proper structure, moving into this new paradigm. We’re witnessing much of what’s now over, etherically—meaning what we observe on the material plane, follows what happens energetically.

This is why it’s so dearly important to teach them love, understanding and tolerance now—today. It’s never too late to reach a child. We simply need to meet them where they’re at. We must learn to listen intently to what they have to impart upon us. They’re our elders, returned and we are more like their children in that regard.

It’s important to teach ourselves love of self too.

I’ve learned personally, that I simply could not love effectively, until I began to love myself. Even the greatest atrocities birth new hope and ideologies, such as the wake of this most recent tragedy many of us are aware of (#Orlandoshooting).

Let us learn from this century’s mistakes.

Let us not traverse the same trail as we have in the past.

It’s time to forge new horizons, new ideologies and we must learn to respect, honor and privilege all life here. Everyone matters. We’re all equally important and we all need one another to grow and thrive. Even the most hateful person needs love and this is something we can learn to focus on and teach others: to love unconditionally.

The hour of revolution has arrived.

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As voter fraud becomes more and more transparent, amidst every other area where our nation’s governmental agency or corporation has failed us, we’re beginning to recognize the truth that revolution is not only on the wake—it’s necessary.

In 2012, I attended a Ron Paul campaign.

He insisted that the young people of this country revolt.

This time around, it’s Bernie Sanders speaking transparently of “bought and paid for” election campaigns.

Voter fraud pales in comparison to the proxy armies/wars our government and others are culpable for birthing and allowing to run rampant, worldwide.

It will never be convenient, preserving our inalienable freedom.

Only those who are willing to endure the worst, are capable of succeeding at overthrowing a now, outdated system of checks and balances.

We are not here to make profits or to ensure the wellbeing of the minority of those who pull the strings in world affairs.

If you are apathetic and only care enough to take care of yourself and your own needs, you’ll likely suffer much more than those who are willing to lay down their own lives to preserve the integrity and welfare of all life here, not just human life.

Asking our children for forgiveness instead of acting now, will surely lead to their own enslavement.

Is life so convenient that we’re willing to ignore the truth of this world’s predicament?

Let consumerism control you.

Allow mainstream media to program your mind.

Keep supporting a tyrannical government who will bite that hand that feeds it.

Live and die for a worthy cause, don’t just be a fucking cog on the wheel.

The only empowerment any individual will ever know, is to live and die by the sword.

The sword of truth, empathy and love.

There’s but one way through—revolution.