“Gratitude is the Grace that lets God grow in your life.” – LeVar Burton

So, I’ve had all these experiences, and seen all these things, but what does that get me?Let’s endeavor to make the statement, “I know what I know,” a part of your spirit of living—your zest for the flavor of life. It’s been a while since I went full esoteric on your a$$es, so buckle up, and try to follow along in your hymnals. Remember it may sound nonsensical, but does it feel that way?

For example, being able to have glimpses of past/future lives gives me perspective on my current life as Sutty. On our side of the veil, time is all happening at once. If it’s hysterical, it’s historical. Not talking about funny, ha ha, unless laughing is all that’s left to be done.

​Full disclosure here: I recently took another trip to Colorado. I go there during my winter cave for medicinal ceremonies. These ceremonies aren’t for everyone, but I can tell you the world would be a better place… I guess I would estimate that the 24-hour period of 0% party time and 100% work equals about twenty-five traditional therapy sessions operating on emotional, mental, spiritual, and even physical levels. I say all this to say that my ceremony time has colored this column.

​Back to the aforementioned future of time. This most recent ceremony showed me that time is a tool of our reality. A sometimes-cruel tool, but a tool nonetheless. One can truly see, albeit for fleeting vapors, how the other half lives. Yep, I worked a lot with Sacred Masculine and Divine Feminine. For we can’t have one without the other and I couldn’t unclench my hands until I learned certain lessons. I’d be too dangerous with just a little knowledge, you see.

It’s a fascinating and important step to know and understand a concept academically, but to truly understand one’s own chakras and meridians is next level.

So, how do we turn information into wisdom? Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder there. You may not be wrong, you may not be right, but you may move on…

For now, picture just being a soul. For just a moment, forget your body, forget your family, forget your everything, and just picture being a soul. How does that strike you?

​Remember, this is for medicinal purposes only. This isn’t about an education; this is about your emotional intelligence. It’s not some trip out in the woods to trip with your college girlfriend way back when. We don’t talk about emotional intelligence enough, or the lack thereof… One good barometer is to ask yourself if you’ve grown into the type of person that would champion yourself in your tender childhood.

​I knew I turned a corner when I started feeling the ancestors of my past lives. I wrote the previous sentence before my most recent Colorado time. See, it doesn’t take a ton of medicine if one pays attention to the subtleties of life. That’s where meditation rolls in to the everyday.

​Let’s get down into the weeds for a second. Please reread the italicized bit of automatic writing. “I knew I turned a corner when I started feeling the ancestors of my past lives.” Notice I didn’t say Sutty’s ancestors, I said the ancestors of my past lives. More than likely, we’re talking about many of the same higher selves, but scape that aside if it’s too big of a bite for now.

​Now, what does that get me? Sounds like high-level s*** to me, or a high-level load of s***. However you see it, there you are. Fair enough, such a perspective is not for everyone, but it has been my path. I know there are others like me, so this is for those of you that mainlined a little too much Star Trek over a lifetime. It’s a hell of a drug.

​So, allow me to posit something for you: It’s best for someone in a creative mode, like someone that writes a column such as the one you are reading, to not look for the right and wrong in what I write. We do that far too much in life, don’t we? I’ve got to win that argument, be funnier than the next guy, dominate that match, make the most money before I can demonstrate my righteousness.

Try looking at your life this way: Words belong in the column or they don’t. The ones that don’t belong, aren’t necessarily good or bad, they just don’t belong in your column—in your life.

​Let’s say that in one of your meditations you’re shown to see no evil, hear no evil, nor speak no evil. (It was actually from some hands-on work I had done on me before writing this.)Does light really defeat darkness or does the serpent eat its own tail in accordance with the ancient teaching of Ouroboros? Perhaps it’s splitting hairs, but the notion does bear further thought in the quest for peace of mind. It’s the little notions and nuances that count, right?

​In a similar vein, what if the intensity you feel is the intensity of the darkness losing its control? If this helps you find your ballast in life, that’s what this word salad is all about. None of this means you can’t or shouldn’t pray, or send love, or however you conduct your internals, it just means it may work differently than we think, that’s all. (A little Matt and Julie Khan are sprinkled in the previous two paragraphs.)

God knows, I’m going to continue to send my Sutty juju. You’re welcome. All you need to do is ask.

​Another facet you may try is working with the spirit of the Earth Mother herself. Remember those fairies and elementals you knew as a child? Yep, they’re still there, just different, more subtle than you think. Maybe the reason we preach grounding so much isn’t because it keeps us from getting CRAZY, but it’s the power-up button we can all mash, being children of this Earth.

​Is all this a feeling rather than a place to be? Does this “New Earth” prophets prophesied and profited from look any different or just feel different? Are you the needle or the haystack?

​The best gift you can give another is a well-lived life of your own. Ignite the fire, create the wave, pay it forward. Only you know what all this means to you, so don’t ask nobody, just reflect, and implement.