A tranquil, pristine pond that took us about 45 minutes to walk to - mmmmm Amazon.
On Night 3 of Ayahuasca, my Higher Self threw books at me. Lots and lots of books. I almost laughed outloud, and certainly ducked – she was on a mission to make one thing very clear; I am a novelist.
Fast forward just a handful of weeks later, and I have contract in hand – I will be published by the end of the year.
I never dreamed it would happen so fucking fast – but of course, when you’re on the true path, sometimes the Universe is dying to dish it out.
Will this be an easy route? God no. I’m self-publishing but have a 5,000 unit contract with a distribution house that will dedicate 2 years to marketing/selling my girl. It’s a hell of a lot of work for very little cash out of the gate, but that’s as it should be – part of the balance. All I want to see is that book, with my name, and my words. I just want to hold her. And that’s just the beginning.
This is my dream life. It just took a while to get here.
It’s going to be a deliciously growth-filled evening too – The Painter is graduating from the Advanced portion of the existential trainings I took some years back, and my Best Girl (his love) and I are joining him for dinner. It’ll be a grand chance to relive the seeds of my awakening, and I can’t wait to see the fire in him. There is nothing greater than seeing people you love realize their own altruistic omnipotence. And he’s the best of us – a brilliant artist and a beautiful soul.
I’m also fresh-off an awesome, connecting conversation with an angel in San Fran – he hit a wretched wall today with some difficult news, and reached out. Such an honor. After our chat, I feel light, and focused, and loved, and privileged that I could give him some of the same. I’m a fucking sap, no?
Heck yeah, it’s a good day.
