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Bio: I was born
in the South Bronx, New York City. My mother was Puerto Rican,
my father, Cuban. (I say "was" because they're both
dead now, and I very much doubt they'd have any interest in
picking up those particular ethnic threads. I don't mean this
prejudicially, as in racist (after all, this makes me Puerto
Rican-Cuban for at least one lifetime), but I say this because
both their lives were so intense and brutal that I think by the
time they got to leave, they had more than a degree of mastery
with that sort of thing.
The South Bronx was aesthetically very drab, and challenging on
many levels. This is the "Other America" written
about by Michael Harrington so many years ago. It was a
thing of regularity to endure gang wars and animal cruelty. I
was often assaulted in the streets on the way to or from school.
Needless to say, I only went outside as necessary.
I stayed inside, ate cookies and white bread with mayonnaise (my
favorite) and read books from the school library. I would hide
my books under the bed when my father got home from work.
For some reason, it infuriated him that I read. If I got caught,
I could expect to be beaten with the same books that brought me
such intellectual and imaginative pleasure.
I grew up feeling tremendous grief for my parents' lack of power
in the world, and how un-exquisitely defined their lives were by
the relentless cycle of work and merciless requirements of
keeping body and soul together. Alas, this is an all
too-common experience in this particular universe.
So what do my parents' experiences have to do with me? The
condition of the people who lived in the South Bronx, and the
plight of homeless cats and dogs? And the generally drab, ascetic
existence I had growing up?
It broke my heart, and filled me with compassion. These
experiences only underscored my desire to understand, to SEE
beyond the tangled, clouded webwork of APPARENT existence.
I believed that behind the chaos and sorrow, a very different
reality vibrated.
And so I live a quiet life in great obscurity, which is mostly
to my taste, however. And share with those who ask, what
little bits of wisdom and insight I have gleaned from my
particular and tiny, yet solid, experience of this incarnation,
sum cumulative of all those that came before. But of
course.
How I Found the Michael Teachings: Most of my
life I've been interested in the evolution of the soul, or the
process of how soul achieves degrees of consciousness, and how
that process manifests itself through personality and the life
experience. The consequence of this particular leaning was the
almost exclusive indulgence, for a period of about ten years, in
material that attempted to give some explication of the
mysterious, but quintessentially fascinating, non-physical
realms.
So it was that one bright Saturday in June of 1996 as I browsed
through the New Age/ Spiritual section of The Boulder Bookstore
on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder, my eye was caught by the
shining, intensely blue cover of Shepherd Hoodwin's "The
Journey of Your Soul."
Of course I pulled it off the shelf. Of course I began
reading it right then and there, and had to give my sister the
car keys because I refused to drive myself home before I had
read the entire book. (I nearly finished it before paying for
it, as well). I suppose if my sister hadn't decided that
she needed to get back to Fort Collins, I wouldn't have budged
until the store threw me out. As it was, we wound up having
dinner at the juxtaposed Boulder Bookstore cafe. I think I
had several slices of chocolate cheesecake and a mocha latte to
boot, but that's besides the point. Other than I got Shepherd's
book fairly well indoctrinated with various abstract but
passionate smudges of chocolate looking for new meaning.
But I digress.
Suffice it to say that this constituted my discovery of Michael,
who, in my way of looking at it, certainly took their time to
make the introduction. On the other hand, I would also say
that at that point, my consciousness was amply ready to receive
this information. I say that because it FIT like a glove, like a
complete absence of argument. As opposed to say, biting me
in the ass like a bat out of hell. (Have you seen their teeth?
Yeah.)
My life task: I forget.
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OVERLEAVES |
| Role |
Sage |
| Essence
Twin |
Priest
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| Casting |
Priest
(6/7/1) |
| Cadre/Entity |
1/4 |
| Soul Age |
Old 7 |
| Grand Cycles |
11 |
| Past Lives |
512 |
| Male/Female |
47/53 |
| Frequency |
60 |
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| Goal |
Flow |
| Mode |
Power |
| Attitude |
Spiritualist |
| Center |
Intellectual/Emotional |
| Chief Obstacle |
Impatience |
| Body Type |
Saturnian |
| Secondary(ies) |
Solar/Venusian |
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| Needs |
Adventure,
Exchange, Expression |
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| Motivation |
Bonding |
| Global
Job |
Conservation |
| Community
Job |
Liberation |
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