I have a lot of goals for 2015. Putting out information about my food and health journey and the food industry; helping Wade Mccullough, Skylar Petty, Gigi McCullar, and others realize their dreams of Food Karma; helping Visions of Infinity debut and work towards the goals Hammon has set out for it; to help Empaths Unite meetup group grow; to cultivate my own creative side, starting with my writing and art with the eventual goal of meta-channelling where one concept or idea is communicated many different ways engaging all the different senses; and to continue to shape shift, evolve, develop my own self towards a higher vibration. These are the main milestones that also contain many other goals.

I just wanted to share that at the moment I am in Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA at the moment, and have not had consistent internet access.  The website requires a constant connection to the internet, so I have not posted in the past five weeks.  Things are going well and there is much to tell.

Thursday is a day that started out being frustrating for no discernable reason; to a bit of disconnection from my higher self; to reconnecting with someone I met recently; to a very odd but satisfying flow - meeting a couple of new friends; like splashing into a nice chill-out session helping with an activity; then ending with a fantastic "energy conversation" that was intertwined with conventional conversation with one of the aforementioned new friends.

I haven't written about Blessed Men # 1 through 5 yet, so this most recent one will serve as the first blog entry talking about them.  I was heading back on the STM Metro coming from an advanced Yoga class feeling really low when I saw this elegantly dressed man with an amazing energy get on.  I decided to speak to him after a while unraveling his story from the energetics.

Two weeks into my time at the Route 66 Hostel in Albuquerque, NM, I had this random opportunity to go with three other pilgrims I met recently to meet Amma, a well known personality who is famous for her love, compassion and giving the world hugs whenever she can.  I had a very memorable experience that resulted in the realization that I needed to let my current stuff settle in, and that she is not my Guru.

I participated in a Dreaming Circle with 23 others, facilitated by HeatherAsh Amara of TOCI on Saturday night, as I was interested in learning more about dreams in general, and how they are a means of communication, as well as other possibilities.  This was an extension of my earlier intent to remember more of my dreams, and tonight's dream was different and more intense than I have ever experienced.  What follows is a cut and paste from a online conversation I had with a friend, so please pardon the non-optimal fit of the narrative compared to the medium it is typed on.

On September 28, 2013 at the recommendation of my friend, Telesia from Australia, I visited a Buddhist monument called Amitabha Stupa.  A stupa represents the embodiment of Buddha, where the core of structure is solid cedar wood, and blessed many thousands of times over by monks.  What I experienced was something that can only be described as "utterly joyous".

I have set an intent a couple of weeks ago to start remembering my dreams; and to write them down as soon as I wake up.  Normally one would keep a dream journal, but my writing is too slow and the dreams fade too fast; so I have taken to write them here instead on the computer; since my typing is faster.

I had an incredible day two nights ago where I experienced much of what I have learned on my pilgrimage via feedback through the body as opposed to the mind.  The kinds of things I learned were how we are all inter-connected; the idea of separateness versus togetherness; the quality and nature of the essence of life; the flow of intent, action, result, and how we all develop along the way; and the true scope of the idea of the framing of right and wrong / optimal and sub-optimal.

Poutine, Canada's favorite dish! French fries drenched in brown gravy topped with cheese curds. In this case there are four cheeses. Some melted some not.  I ate this twice since crossing into Canada.  First time was with my friend, Barbara at Costco last month; and now today at a place called Poutine en Folie.

So tonight it is going to snow. Wow, I managed to see three days of Montreal without the presence of THE SLUUUUUDGE. So when it snows, there is this grey snow that pervades the middle of where people traverse, and where people drive their vehicles.

No matter how cold it is, this sludge is always semi liquid or liquid. It gets everywhere, on top of white snow, on people's footwear and leg-pants, being sludge-splashed all over the place as cars race through them, and on all sides of all vehicles, including buses, whose windows are often not visible! It even invades the indoors, where when you come inside and take your boots off, it drips into the drip pans that EVERYONE sets aside for your footwear to rest on, or if it is a store, it populates the first 30 or so square feet of the floorspace. Even after it dries off your footwear, it STILL stays there as a dry, powdery grey film that guiltily marks you in order to give you a constant reminder of its DOMINANCE.

Whenever I walk on the streets, I would imagine the grey snow as one big giant slime organism, laying dormant until it has covered the world with its essence, and rise up and devour all who dwell upon in some sticky purgatory. You can slice it with various sharp implements; separate it with tires and footwear; smear it into the ground like an unwanted pest; dry it with blasts of dry frozen air; or sunder it with the intensity of the sun; it remains, ever-present, will always come back together to reform and regroup, and keep going on its indomitable path towards complete and utter world dominance.

It is more of a threat from the fictional liquid Terminator T-1000 from the second science fiction titular movie. As you see, it doesn't use overt violence or guile like the T-1000; nor does it use social engineering to fool you into complacency, then strikes. No, no, no! Its quiet, unassuming in the most obvious ways, but it is there.  It is there when you gaze upon it. It is there in your dreams. It is there to vex you as you contemplate the cleanliness of your vehicle. WORLD DOMINATION. No horror movie can capture the full magnificence of its intended emotion; nor properly be made a satire to comfort us in our hour of need.

Yes, my imagination runs wild here; and I do this to amuse myself and to play with the variety of wordplay.

When I started on my pilgrimage, I left a lot of stuff behind, including my treasured recipe book. I started it when I was a teenager as my mother taught me 3 recipes from Vietnamese cuisine (and the most laborious ones too!), and have added my own recipes, many tweaks, many experiments to it over the years until it spanned 2 3-inch binders overstuffed full of covered pages, and sticky notes, sticking out. So I am starting over with a digital version, and how else to do it other than a place where it is GUARANTEED to survive all companies, nuclear holocaust, politics, ascension day, etc.  I also think recipes are meant to be shared!

So check out the Recipes section and enjoy!

I continue to summarize my spiritual experiences to date.  I have already talked about Arizona and New Mexico, so here I will talk about Austin, TX; and New Orleans, LA.

The one area that I have not touched upon on this blog yet is how I am feeling on the spiritual level and have actually experienced on this front. Given that of all the aspects of my pilgrimage, I have not talked about the aspect that has affected me the most!  What I mean to convey about 'spiritual' experiences is not a Born Again Christian; or finding God; or having God speak to me and I become more religious.  No, it means the right flow of things according to how it suits you, or I, individually.  It is something that people of all kinds of beliefs, including not believing in the existence of God can relate to.  It is simply believing what feels right; believing what you have come to conclude after observing the world around you - seen, or unseen; thought or un-thought.  So without further ado, here comes the summary!

With some help of friends back in California, I was able to get myself unstuck as a homeless person in NOLA and essentially do a fast paced series of transitions from NOLA to Atlanta, to Washington DC, to Cape Elizabeth, and finally to Rockport, MA.  Distance travelled is 1,868 miles in the space of two weeks!  But that is not the main subject of this entry.  Read on to find out more.

One thing I noticed about New Orleans is the unique slang that is widely used by the populace, especially the natives and supporting section - the restaurant and hotel staff.  Most of NOLA is becoming full of people from elsewhere, so the use of the slang is beginning to disappear.  I was so amused by the slang, that I have adopted a small part of it into my vocabulary; and wish to share them here:


Who Dat - It has several uses from what I witnessed.  It is sometimes used as a greeting - Who is that?; but mostly is a noun referring to another New Orlean citizen; and loudly chanted by the New Orleans Saints football team fans as support during the game.  The Sainsts fans really love their team!

Wherey'at - Short for Where are you at?  Self explanatory.  I loved this one quite a bit, so have adopted it into my conversation on the phone, when I need to ask that question.  Also spoken with emphasis - Wherey'at!?.  This one was hardly spoken anymore but there is a local magazine that adopted that name.

All'right - This one is used very frequently and in a couple of occassions!  First, it is used as a greeting, where the intonation is rather flat "Aww-riiite."  Imagine passing someone on the street and saying "Wassup".  Another occasion is when asking another if they are okay.  "Al-riiight?" with the intonation going upwards.  If in the positive or giving a default social answer, you repeat the same word with the intonation downwards to indicate that you are okay.  This gets asked very often as the culture is very warm.  Sometimes the asker will say the same thing with the intonation downwards to indicate acceptance of the situation.

What'cha got goin' on? - Although used everywhere, it is used very frequently to inquire on what someone is up to; or what they have planned for the day.  I hear it multiple times a day, even when the answer is known and needs a quick update.

That is it for this post.  I am trying to make the posts shorter and more frequent so that it is not such a high cost to do a posting, nor take up so much time, at a time.  Until next time, I am in Gratitude!

There has not been a lot of communications coming from me via any avenue lately.  My smartphone was stolen, and I am currently doing several things, some related, some un-related in order to move forward.  It is possible that at least some of my communications have been compromised, and will not reveal more nor communicate much until I have finished taking necessary precautions.  Until then, please have a Wonderful New Year!

I rode from Austin, Texas, USA, through Houston, Texas, USA, and after a total of about 12 hours on a large "special events" bus driven by the bus service Megabus; arrived at The Big Easy, otherwise known as New Orleans!  I felt a pull away from Austin, and this pull drew me here.  God had something in store for me here; and I was open and willing to simply experience.

On this particular Saturday, Chris and I went to a hollistic healing arts fair in town.  Until recently, I had never heard of them.  So the majority of hte day was spent at this faire which was held next to a shop that sells items directly related to the subject matter.  I learned a lot of different things; and was given a few messages from an ancestor.  One I had some knowledge about; one I only had a partial, and a hint; and a few things which I did not know about that were enlightening.  I ended the day with purchasing a few crystals; had a very full meal at a Chinese (americanized) Buffet; and a brief lesson given by Sammy the puppy in knowing what God's unconditional love is.

I woke up early today to finish my hostel chore of wiping down the kitchen counters, and table; make my way to the Alvarado Transport Center in Albuquerque, NM; took a $9 ride to Santa Fe, NM; and land myself in a nice B&B for a week!

Hi Everyone,

I plan to add more days, and the prior week and a half as I get more time, as well as refine the writing style of the Bell Rock post to make it much easier to read in the coming days!

With Gratitude,
Peter

Today, I marvel at how technical and complex my backpack and packing process is (Seriously, since when do backpacks need a manual?!); make my way to Phoenix, AZ; and had a night of food and urban fun with my college buddy, Lawrence!

This is what started it all.  The vision I had as a young kid right before committing suicide; and the purpose of my life.  I place this entry here to add some context that will hopefully give meaningful context to why I have undertaken this pilgrimage.