“We are Done Here”
The Making of a Wanderer Part 1
I Am Home
Such a beautiful Sunday here in Lomas Verdes, in the State of Mexico, and I am excited to sit down and write away, not quite knowing what will come from this.
As it so happens, I did move, but not to the Riviera Maya just yet. As for the last few years, my plans weren’t the plans. I keep hearing: “We are done here,” out of the blue. If I don’t hear it quite literally, I have an internal knowingness that staying in one place is over, and circumstances make the specific moving days and where I should go quite apparent.
My plans weren’t the plans.
Ever since 2004, I have been trying to “find my new place” and settle, or have an epicenter around which to gravitate in what I know are certain travels all around, but that hasn’t been possible. It was only recently that I came to the conclusion — or acceptance — that I have no place. I am home; rather, I Am Home.
Surrendering to Magic
I suppose it could have been easier, with less resistance on my part, and, yes, it is getting easier as I understand this “phenomenon” better — as I understand the reasons behind the movements better, and as I surrender to grace and magic on a more regular basis. The more I move, the fewer things I own. The fewer things I own, the fewer things I want to own. Traveling light, as many others in this path have done, is quite an accurate description for me nowadays.
Training in the Now Moment
Although a move is a move, stressful in nature, and logistics and timing are always involved and not necessarily perfect. After all, this is the 3D world. The moving is taking place ever more frequently, and the knowingness comes in, with such a short notice that making plans has become difficult. Quite a training in the now moment, if you ask me, and also, quite an adventure. I suppose that from a “normal” human perspective, such an odd dynamics begs the question, “How on Earth did it come to this?” Long story, and certainly a roller-coaster.
Isla de Plata
The first time I got the “We are done here” message, I was in “Isla de Plata,” in Ecuador in September 2014. The Galápagos of the poor — as they call it — because to get there, you don’t need to take a five-hour flight into the sea and get a special permit in advance; it only takes a couple of hours, by boat, from Puerto López, a coastal village near Ayampe. Whale season, boy, that was a magical day — and trip — alongside Shaumbra friends, that deserves its own story.
I was climbing the wooden stairs that led up to the cliffs when I heard the voice, loud and clear: “We are done here.” It caught me by surprise. You could say that I was minding my own business, delighted by the very magical challenges that we as a group experienced in getting there when this voice intruded the course of my thinking.
I love Ecuador. I had been invited to the country, in different capacities, for five years and practically lived there for an entire year doing a consulting project. Ecuador has the sweetest of people, superb food, glorious nature. I was sad about the news, and I did complain for a while, but there was no further explanation.
And, what was it that was already done? It became apparent that many of us had been visiting Ecuador for the last few years to facilitate some kind of transition. At the time, there was some talk about the shift in the balance of the planet, from Tibet to Machu Pichu in Perú, but I really couldn’t say and did not research it further. The fact is that I haven’t set foot in that country ever since.
The First Voice
As I now write, I remembered that Ecuador was not the first time where I had heard a voice. It was precisely at the beginning of 2004, sitting at my desk in the corporate offices that I heard this first voice that said: “We didn’t come to this.” Hierarchy, power plays, structure, all in all, very old energy. I knew what it meant. That triggered my farewell from the corporate world, a pivotal change about which I remained furious for years to come. It wasn’t that I was any good at power plays, or even that I particularly yearned for that power. I was delighted with the job but suffered that world deeply.
A Promise
It was that there were very dear and close acquaintances from past lives, in particular a soul brother, at the center of it all, of whom I began intensely dreaming about since the very first day, and who continues to be in my dreaming experience even nowadays.
Before coming to this lifetime, we had made a promise to support each other, and, judging by the dreaming experience, that promise must have been forged with blood. His path, like mine, was going to be incredibly challenging, and at some point, many years later, I had to free him from that promise and free myself from it. We were far too loyal, but it was serving no purpose, it was a fool’s paradise to continue to dream about him with such intensity, and back in 2013 — in my dreams, he finally died. I cried for two days. The connection in this world was established but, for many reasons, there was never — nor will there ever be — a chance to open up to him about the nature of our relationship.
Oh, to my relief, he is still very much alive, and — unbelievably — he continued to appear in my dreams. This past July, I was surprised by an encounter that had nothing to do with the dozens of previous ones: we were younger; we were finally out of that corporate environment and business counseling world; we were healthy youngsters going about youth stuff and having fun. The feeling was something else.
The Ultimate Crossroad
Circumstances pushed me hard, but yes, it was my choice to leave. Had I stayed, my life would have been entirely different. Had I stayed, I would have never — ever — made it this far. Had I stayed, I would have never become a wanderer.
That was the crossroad of all of my lifetimes, an abyss separating the two paths ahead.
Only a year later, I was invited to give my first public lecture at a Communication Conference in Cali, Colombia, alongside one of the greatest communication theorists of our time. With a three hundred people seating, I was nervous. The night just before my lecture, I had the most amazing dream ever: I encountered my soul.
To be continued.
Aberdeem
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