In 2024 I got booked for a sound healing two hours away on the opposite end of the Bay Area. When it came together I got a burst of excitement because it was near the town where I was born and raised. I have not seen my old neighborhood in 30 years, well I’ve seen it in my mind, in my memories and in my dreams. So I made plans to make it a full day excursion, I would be finished up with the event at 11 AM and from there I would drive over to the house where I grew up – to do a visual drive by. I also wanted to see my old elementary school, along with all my childhood memories of being a young mischievous kid running around the streets in the 80’s with the freedom of not having the internet. The world seems so big when you’re 10 years old. Riding my bike 4 blocks away to visit a friend’s house felt comparable to what a cross-country trip is to an adult. The world looked big, but my depth of perception was limited. all I knew was those neighborhood streets because my subjective filters were not developed enough to have a wider viewpoint to sense and be aware of all my surroundings.

I grew up in the most beautiful middle class neighborhood, kids played outside with no supervision or any technology diluting our thoughts to distract us from our most glorious moments. At that time, I had no idea how gorgeous my town was. Only now can I stand back and see it with admiration because of the lens of perception that I see visually is now multi-dimensional. At 10 years old you have tunnel vision, meaning there’s a neglect of depth and sight – so on the surface level things look flat. You’re really only focused on what’s in front of you and not around you because at that age the brain is still trying to organize and make sense of data.

It’s the difference between hiking and biking, two activities that I regularly do. You can take the exact same scenic route with mountainous trails, one day you hike and one day you bike. When you are hiking you are walking at a slow easy pace, you have time to look up and all around you. You can start and stop at your leisure to admire the scenery. When you are biking that same trail you have a narrow surveillance. It’s so fast that you can only look directly in front of you, if you take your eyes off the trail you’ll likely crash. On a mountain bike you can’t see the grove of trees, the deer or the colorful field of flowers in bloom. The age that I’m at now 40 years later I’d like to think I’m seeing and processing information through the eyes and ears of a hiker’s pace by experiencing everything around me.

There was one hill in particular that I used to ride up when I was really feeling adventurous as a kid. This was a route on the streets that I would ride during the summer months while my parents were at work. At the top of the hill was a famous bar and grill that was known to have 49ers players get a meal at. In the early 80’s the 49ers practice facility was in my hometown so players lived around that area. When I went back to visit in 2024, I wanted to see if that bar and grill was still there because I knew it would give me a stimulating sense of nostalgia. Yes it was still there in the same location as I was pleasantly surprised when I Googled it on my phone. I drove up the same old road that I use to ride my bike up 35 years ago. I get to the top of the hill and park my car in the parking lot of the restaurant. I turn the ignition off and sat for a moment in disbelief. That road was not how I remembered it. I was a bit stunned in how short of a climb it was, maybe a quarter of mile at the most off the main road. It was baffling me to see how the same road could be perceived by time and distance when you view it as a child and then to see it 35 years later as an adult. For a kid a quarter of a mile is like climbing Mt. Shasta and as an adult my interpretation of it was sensed entirely different.

The soul in its natural existence automatically evolves and ascends here in the 3rd dimension. There’s a bit of a gravitational pull towards higher enlightenment as you live out your incarnation. You don’t have to read spiritual books, you don’t have to follow spiritual gurus on social media and you don’t have to listen to podcasts lecturing you on how to become a better person by healing your own trauma. All of that is helpful yes, but the ultimate growth of our senses is always going to be simply age and experience. I’ve mentioned this concept previously about how everything experienced in the 3rd dimension is accelerated, which is why we’re here. Participation in all the adversities that the Earth realm offers is actually nourishment for the soul. Picture two parallel beams of light directly in front of you aimed straight forward. Those two light beams represent your inexperience and youthfulness. Now picture those lights expanding into a full circular rounded sphere encompassing around your whole body. This fully illuminated sphere of light around you represents advancement and evolution as an adult. When you’re grown up your peripheral vision is now consciously seeing alternative perspectives and surrounding circumstances, it’s no longer about what’s in front of you it’s about clarifying information that’s all around you. The ray of circular light is a visual illustration of your expanded consciousness. This is why you should welcome in with open arms getting older because with age your soul is steadily on the incline with all of the senses progressively becoming heightened. We are always so concerned about our declining abilities of the physical body, but it’s the advancement of the light body that needs to be recognized much more.

A conversation between myself and another person is no longer a simple streamlined dialogue. It’s not just talking and listening back and forth. When you talk to me I’m listening to you, I’m visualizing what you’re describing, my senses are reacting, I’m feeling a range of emotions based off your words and your energy, I’m hearing the tone of your voice, I’m watching your body language and movements, I’m seeing what direction your eyes are aimed at while talking and when it’s my turn to talk I’m paying close attention to how you respond. My whole internal software is downloading information like a computer, all my sensory attributes are now multi-dimensional. This type of engagement comes from years of growth and this example in particular I’ve noticed it really intensify within me over the last couple years. When I was younger my operating system didn’t have the mechanics or distance to view situations with so much layered depth.

How I’m interpreting my environment now applies to everything. Making decisions or any actionable information is now seen full spectrum and a dimensional style approach as my sensory activity can sense past, present and future. When I walk down the aisle of the produce section at a grocery store I see all the colors, shapes, energy, the seeds, the stems, the sacred geometry and the vibrations of the dirt it grew from. It’s a signal of connectivity towards the food that Earth supplies us. As a kid fruits and vegetables were blind to me, there was no exchange of grace at all because I couldn’t see it. Most importantly this whole notion especially connects to Meditation. For me, that’s the real measuring indicator for understanding advancement because I can feel things going into overdrive in the sound meditation sessions. That is something I’ve closely monitored unlike anything else over the past 10 years. Meditating highlights all your senses, conscious awareness comes through stillness and calmness. Nothing amplifies calmness more than getting older and nothing is more insightful than what sensory information you feel when your eyes are closed.

When I was in Elementary School I’ll never forget the first big book report that was assigned to us. I think it was around 4th grade, so this was one of the first steps in showing how our reading skills have developed. The teacher told the classroom that she was going to take us to the school library and then we would have to choose one book, any book we wanted for the report. I remember being in that library, the tall shelves filled almost to the ceiling and the calmness of being in such a quiet place. I walked the aisles, feeling a little bit of pressure due to my uncertainty of this important choice. In a room filled with thousands of books, I was led to one and that book was “Portrait in Motion” The Arthur Ashe Diary. Looking back at that moment in my life, now that I’m a grown adult I can reflect on how and why that particular book unknowingly called me.

I love hearing a persons journey, especially a journey of one who rises through hardships and the roller coaster ride we experience here on Earth. I can’t get enough of it, it’s the fuel to my engine. Reading books of fantasy or fiction is a waste of time for me and I knew it at that age. I’m a bit of a soul philosopher, after this current incarnation I have a gut feeling I’ll be a soul counselor on the other side. I can feel it in my core. As I grew up I continued to read nothing but biographies. I want to hear peoples’ story from beginning to end. From where they were born to how they passed and everything in between through the failures and to the accomplishments.

Now that I’m in adulthood and far removed from book reports, I need something new that will awaken my soul. So now I read obituaries and I listen to NDE’s (near death experiences). I love reading the obituary section of the newspaper. Why you may ask? It highlight’s someone’s complete life in a positive light. So when I read an obituary, I get a sense of radiating love, positivity, accomplishments, hobbies and interests they had, how long they were married, how many children, where they went to college and what they did for a career. It’s a super condensed format to showcase a person’s whole life in the same way that a Life Review is composed. As I read an Obituary the imagery of this person’s life flows through me like reading a biography would or how a life review is projected out like a movie. These similarities is what gets me! That brings out the soul counselor deep in my emotional roots. If there’s a photo of the person who passed to go along with the write up and the person in the photo is smiling, a wave of love fills my body.

Here’s an excerpt from an obituary I recently read to give you an example:

Darlene 1955-2025

“In her community, Darlene was a cherished presence, dedicating her time and energy to enriching the lives of seniors. Her incredible sense of humor and caring nature brought light and laughter to those around her. Loyal and ever-curious, she was a friend who listened deeply and a companion who inspired others to see the world with fresh eyes. A lover of animals, she befriended all animals from wild seagulls to stray cats. She nursed many animals back to health and loved all the animals she adopted with her whole heart.”

When you read something like this and consume it, your heart really opens up even if it’s for a complete stranger. There’s deep senses inherently inside us, about the other side, reincarnation, angels, spirits and life beyond our time here on Earth and I feel like reading about a person’s life sparks all those loving yet spiritual emotions. That was the magnetic pull when I was 8 years old standing in that school library leading me to read about Arthur Ashe’s life for my first book report.