I Went Walking

Chapter One

Meeting the Seekers

I went walking, along a sandy beach in Hawaii. The children were out playing, dogs were barking, skittering here and there, and the birds, and the butterflies and bees were zipping everywhere.

I saw older women sitting, legs sprawled out-wide inspecting through their sifting of the minuscule grains of sands; hoping to find another perfect puka-shell, if indeed, a perfect puka-shell exists’!

The sun, Sol, was high this day, though fortunately, there were many scattered clouds bumping around from the lungs of Wind to keep things more bearable.

As I looked to the ocean, I espied the surfers having a grand time in the smaller and playful waves of three to four feet high. Suddenly, I notice one surfer zipping out through the tube of a wave, just barely, and skip to the topmost part of the wave and slash a thrashing slice back down to the bottom, then enter another slight bowl.

As I watched the surfer ride his wave, he came out of the bowl again and zipped to the top and over the wave, flying off his board. Fortunately, the board was attached to his foot from a leash so he would not have to swim for it. I was about to continue my walk when I noticed that the surfer, as he scramble unto his board, well, “he,” was a young girl.

I smiled in appreciation for her skills, and for my folly, and continued my walk, kicking a child’s ball back to one group of children playing.

I walked on humming a mantra that raised my vibrations to allow me a higher calmness, and more awareness to see all that Creator desired for me to see, which brought more love into my heart. I was grateful for the opportunity to be living in this time, a time of intense changes that would allow this to be my last life on this earth, within this plane of existence.

At this point in time, if there is anything as time in the Creator’s imagination, I already knew I had been through countless times of living in the Physical Planes, much of them here on this earth. By the time I became forty-six years of age I inherently knew it was my decision for this time to be my last, and I accepted!

I continued my walk, enjoying the beauty of everything I saw. Two young boys of around twelve years young came running past me, their beautiful black Labrador running just ahead of them barking in her joy of the moment. Once again, I smiled a knowing smile.

As I walked on I came near Peter and Sally Cole’s home, a big stained wooden house. I dated Peter’s daughter when I was sixteen all the way to when I was eighteen. Kaulana was the most exquisitely beautiful of women at that time; I marveled at her heavenly voice, and that she wanted to be with me, when obviously so many, if not all other men - desired her, also.

A sigh escaped my lips then, thinking of her and the fun she and I had once shared together. When she spoke it was like what an Angel must sound like, the voice of Creator!

I walked on in my tranquil mood of happiness. All was well in my world for the very first time ever. Sure, I have had good times, and wonderful times too. I have also experienced the most hardest of times ever.

I know many people have severe suffering through their hardships.

We all go through what is termed “good, and bad” times. It is to my dismay, and to my happiness, also, that before I came back to this earthly plane that I was cocky and desired for the harshest life which I needed to surmount having to continue the cycle of forty-eight; of having to come back and work through more karmic issues.

Even when I was a young boy of just ten years young, I knew I would ascend in my newest journey here, again. I knew there were things about me that I could not tell to others, because when I did try to tell my mother, she would simply say – “Okay son that was an interesting “story.” And when I tried telling my older brother, Joseph, he would always mock me like I was an idiota!

So here I am now, visiting Hawaii, island of Oahu, (this is where I primarily grew up to early manhood) and I am doing some introspective mulling in my head; having a conversation with Soul.

Then a football comes my way, flying high overhead towards ocean, and I run backwards toward the tongue of the blue-green waters; I take a flying leap and soar off the embankment of sand about eight-feet high and make a stabbing catch of the football, landing in the water on my belly, making a splat-like sound.