2003 – Mexico … (04/02/08)
When it became clear that my Purpose this lifetime could not be fulfilled in Germany, I decided to depart and travel the world in search of the place where I could enliven that Calling. I flew to Oaxaca that summer and proceeded to live “on the streets” of that city in a “banda” — a group of artesanios who lived together while making and selling their wares. Some of us played guitar, others played the drums, and the rest (myself included) made some form of jewelry. After three weeks in Oaxaca, the banda split up and my half traveled to the outskirts of another city in southern Mexico, Huajuapan. Here we continued to live and sell our wares.
The people in and around these smaller Mexican towns were incredibly kind — especially to me, the only member of our troupe who could not speak their language. It was also most interesting to live in the most “primitive” of conditions, and yet do so with ease. Cacaloxtepec, the small village outside of Huajuapan where we resided, had only one phone, and the homes there had no electricity. The water from the local reservoir was also only made available to us for a few hours every morning, the time we had to fill various buckets and pails with the water we wished to use that day. It was a powerful lesson in just how little amenities we humans truly require to live — and live well …
And yet it was my final stop in Mexico that summer, Huautla de Jimienez, that proved to be a most important one on my journey towards fulfilling my Destiny. It was there, in the residence of local healer Apollonia Sabine, that I was called by a shimmering apparition* to “Preach the Word”. At first, having grown up in Alabama and assuming that “preach the word” implied converting others to conservative Christianity, I vehemently refused (believing that all man-made, exclusivist dogmas are an insult to our human potential to be true Peacemakers). And yet, the Presence (whatever it was) gently came closer. I felt it smile upon me and gently encourage me again — this time with a different tone: “No”, it seemed to say, “Relay the Word“. It was at that moment that I knew what it had meant originally — and it became crystal clear that I was to spend the rest of my life sharing with others the Truth that the selfless Love of “radical kindness” is both practical and realizable for us all.
I departed from Mexico a few days later — not knowing how I was to share this Truth with the world, and yet determined that I would dedicate the rest of my life to somehow doing so.
*Note that I make no claims that this event was anything more than me accessing the Knowledge of my own True Self (what some call the conscience), and yet I am also humble enough to accept the possibility that this message indeed came from some external source. What it was and from where it came is essentially irrelevant. It is the content of such a Message that is important — a Vision that only can be truly understood when the one so Called sets forth and acts on that frighteningly “irrational” Mission.
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