The world that I wish to live in

“Eventually, there will be individual sovereignty and a planetary society: where each individual is honored and respected, has all the resources to unfold themselves to their highest potential, and every individual lives in service to all of life.” ~ Philip Horváth

This is the kind of world that I wish to live in. One where everyone matters. One where we all get the opportunity to find our purpose in life, just as I have finally done in the last couple of days.

I am 52 years old. My life has been filled with struggle and pain. Eight years ago, it was bad enough that I attempted to end my life as a means to stop the pain and despair.

Fortunately, fate intervened, and I am still here.

I had another close call in 2014, resulting in my two dearest friends taking me down to, and spending a month in, the VA Hospital in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for the entire month of July.

It was there that I had my eyes opened, and the scales fell off, and everything changed, all for the better.

I sit here today, having finally found my way. It is my sincerest desire to help others to do the same. To ignore other’s needs and to not reach out to ease their burdens is simply not an option, not for me, anymore than I can choose not to breathe.

I have to act.

I must act.

My life depends upon it.

I have no choice in the matter, and I am fine with that. I intend to do my utmost to do all that I can for the betterment of my fellow Man. I wish to help all of my brothers and sisters all over the world, regardless of nationality, race, or religion. Rich or poor, I wish to help them all.

I wish to serve.

I have learned a lot in the last two years, and my life has changed — for the better — at such a rapid pace that I am giddy with the speed. Sometimes it is hard to draw breath, that is how fast things are changing.

I feel that my growth as a Human Being is moving at a nearly exponential rate. Sometimes, I will admit, it is rather terrifying. The rest of the time, however, I can barely contain the boundless energy and enthusiasm that I feel. It is hard to sleep, for I feel that I can’t afford to waste time anymore.

So.

I quit my job last Friday because I felt that what I had to do was more important than crawling around on the floor in a local roll-forming mill on my hands and knees painting lines on the floor. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I walked into the boss’s office and told him so, explaining why I felt that way — which includes some revolutionary clean-energy design ideas that blew me out of my socks when they came to me; more on that later — and walked out into the world feeling like a free man.

Since then, I have been spending all of my time on various endeavors, doing research, reaching out to those who have the means to implement and develop my ideas, to get them out into the world in case anything happens to me. I need to know that these things are in the right hands, and then I can breathe a sigh of relief.

I am not concerned for my own welfare; if I were to die today, I could do so knowing that I had finally gotten to a place that, in my despair, I never felt that I could ever possibly attain.

I am calm, centered, and so very still in my heart. The joy that I feel at arriving at this place leaves me with a sense that my life is finally on track, and that I have found my purpose.

My purpose is to serve Humanity.

Anything less would not do.

Anything else would be a lie.

Now is the time to be true.

Now is the time to Stand.

Are you with me?