My diner friend was getting tired of me sleeping on his couch.
I had quit the job and collected the remainder of my pay, so I had around 600 dollars to my name.
The list of material items that I owned was pretty slim:
A phone with a severely cracked screen that only worked on public wi-fi.
Just enough clothing to present myself properly in pretty much any situation.
A laptop.
A beautiful, heart-shaped stone with many jagged, interconnecting lines painted throughout the surface.
A decent supply (and connection to) the current drug of choice.
Fresh out of jail – with no real attachments, no place to call home and no one I was willing to turn to for help – I was full of flaming desire to discover, and provide answers to, a few of life’s most fascinating questions:
Do we, in fact, create our own reality? Is it possible – with belief and with intention and with purpose and with true love in the heart – to master the entire universe and literally make anything happen?
Did my soul really get split in two? Have I been chasing down my other half – the divine feminine spirit – over many different lifetimes? Was this the reason for my constant searching and loneliness?
Could anything other than divine consciousness create such a beautiful love story?
I was going to find out one way or another at some point in life, and this seemed like primetime for destiny manifesting – me, against the world (of doubt).
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All external life is a reflection of the internal.
These were the linear thoughts in my head – the guiding truths:
The journey was based entirely on love. I was searching for my twin flame, first and foremost.
Finding the divine feminine half to my soul was going to lead to the completion of my life purpose.
My life purpose has always been to artistically combat evil with the spiritually-charged weapons of love and truth.
The final conclusion that I came to was electrifying. There would be no more questioning who I was or why I was here on this planet.
