EPILOGUE

on the road with joshyb
Nov 1 · 3 min read

Alas, time to put down in words some final thoughts about a most righteously wondrous and fulfilling odyssey. The Rosicrucian conference to kick off the journey mos def set the perfect tone for what became a sacred pilgrimage into my past, present and future. Reconnecting and sharing with my brother Dan and dear friends from decades past surely fortified my heart and soul. At the same time, I was absolutely delighted while touristing through timeless treasures of artistic and engineering excellence.

And the final monthlong retreat on a beautiful (still tropical until late October) Greek isle couldn’t have been more exquisite or invigorating — the perfect environment for me to search my soul. Nuf said!😄💜🙏

Solitude — relative as it may be — has reestablished its primacy in my life. For many years I have glibly stated “we come in alone, we go out alone.” The nature of our existence is solitary; though intimately connected with the entire universe and its myriad of galaxies, our Soul is a sole entity amidst a universal community of fellow Souls. Our journies, however intertwined on the path toward Cosmic consciousness/self realization/enlightenment (or whatever nomenclature one uses to define our true nature), remain our own individual destiny.

As (another) aside, most recently I’ve experienced the recurring premonition/ intuition that I have perished in ocean waters in a previous life…or three. As I was recalling the need to share these stories, it dawned on me that very possibly one of those experiences may have been on an African slave ship; to which I further reflected, may indeed explain much of this life’s drama. And then the psychic flash that Florence and I were together on said slave ship…

I REALIZE THAT I’M GETTING PRETTY HEAVY HERE, but nonetheless…several decades ago I read about reincarnation, and accepted to my core the notion that we have chosen with whom to “work out past Karma" when we returned this time. In my heart of hearts, I KNOW that there is a reason underlying everything, and each of life’s experiences. The toughest lessons which generate our crises, tend to intensify each time we fail to completely learn them. It’s actually pretty simple when we find/take the time to seek and know our inner master; i.e, our inner light — the term “luce interiore”, coined by brother Marco in Montefiascone during my second week abroad.

Yet simple words fail to express how grateful I am and how truly Blessed I feel to have had this time and opportunity to slow down the world and cultivate my luce interiore.

And I would be remiss without offering my sincerest thanks and well wishes to my hosts on SAMOS. Granted Pgor might have been a tad less cryptic and hard to find, but my mind and heart will forever play host to a myriad of faces, places and traces of universal connections and transcendental memories. Eucharisto kai antio💜🙏

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