Hi ,
Dreamtime...
Lastnight...
“The Future Home of The Pearl Street YMCA.”
I saw the sign, it was old and faded….
It was almost hidden
by the foilage…
I barely saw it as I drove away from the seminar I was teaching…
It was huge…
The seminar…
It was small…
The sign….
And I remembered seeing the sign…
Back when I first moved here to Eltham…
Back when I first heard the El-Tham means Home of God…
Seems like a more accurate translation of El-Tham is Village of God…
But I digress…
Because last night, after getting up to use the loo at about 4:00 am…
I went back to bed and fell into a DEEEP DEEEP sleep…
That’s pretty rare…
Usually, I’m doing my JoGo sessions if that happens..
And having a few light naps…
And bounding out of bed at 5 AM….
I did do a JoGo…
And then I went DEEEEP…
Today, we rolled out after 6…..
That pretty much never happens…
But I was sleeping deeply…
And I was dreaming about….
Teaching something massive…
To a massive crowd…
Bringing them
together…
Bringing something new forth…
And since it was my dream…
The foods were fantastic too….
You know how
we enjoy yummy foods here…
Meanwhile…
For some reason, in the middle of this dream…
The dream where I was teaching…
A dream where the foods were fantastic…
I felt like taking a little spin…
I felt like I needed to find something….
That there was something ELSE, I
needed to notice…
And the Silver Bullet beckoned me…
(My new car has already invaded my dreams…. Sweet!)
So I found myself slowly driving out the lane,
listening to “Like a Prayer” by Madonna…
And stopping to turn, to go down the road…
Ready to feel the zooooom….
And there it was…
The tiny little sign…
The tiny little sign I remembered seeing sooo many moons ago…
Back when first I moved to Eltham…..
“Future home of the
Pearl Street YMCA.”
And now for…
The Rest of The Story…
There is no Pearl Street near here…
There is no YMCA…
And I haven’t taught an in-person workshop that has me on a stage in YEARS….
I’ve never seen this PEARL STREET sign, in the “3D” world, but I sure know what it means….
When I was a teenage bedwetter, I chose to become a Kempo Karate Champion…
A blackbelt in Kempo Karate…
Well, I’d like to say I chose that…
But I didn’t….
Out of the blue…
This DREAM of KEMPO felt like a destiny….
Because, I didn’t come here - to wet the bed…
I didn’t come here - to grow up and go on welfare or work in the steel mill…
I came here to teach - a way of life…
And I became obsessed with Kempo Karate….
Used books, new
magazines…
Anything I could find….
I was nuts about KEMPO Karate…
And one day, 8th grade….
The local YMCA dropped off their flyers….
And in small print, on the back page…
Were “ featured new classes”.
Kempo Karate taught by Rick
Pockstaller…
I almost peed my pants right then and there…
After almost passing out…
I couldn’t believe it…
I had manifested up a real life Kempo Karate instructor, and he was going to teach at the YMCA….
Problem…
It cost money…
And I didn’t have
enough…
And classes started…
In a few days….
“It is your father’s good pleasure…”
So that weekend….
I asked my Dad…
I worked up the courage to tell him…
“I want to take Martial Arts….”
(He thought I said “marital” arts” - as in marriage - sex…. Something like that…)
You should have seen the look on his face…
You should have seen the look on his face when I explained it to him…
So I asked him for money…
And of course, he said yes….
“It is your father’s good pleasure…”
I had been imagining - being that Kempo blackbelt…
I had manifested up a teacher…
It was my Father’s Good Pleasure to give to me…
And so I went to the first class…
Skinny, weak, clumsy….
There were 5 folks in the room….
A HUGE black man, named Randy….
Randy was huge - fast - and mean as
dogshit looking…
Turns out he had a heart of gold…
We became fast friends…
And he helped that weird little boy I was - grow into a man….
More on that some other time….
The other one who I remember well, was a 16 year old girl…
Celeste….
She was hot as hell….
And a blue belt…
And I wouldn’t go toe to toe with her….
So she had her way with me…
Until she had enough…
She made me - counter punch…
She taught me - to stand there - to stand up…
Not to run…
Not to
hide…
She too - played her part perfectly…
In the YMCA of my life….
That would have been in 1979…
45 years
ago….
So in my dream, last night…
I’m teaching at THE PEARL STREET YMCA…
Which doesn’t exist….
In the physical
world….
And I’ve got a massive crowd…
And we’re having goood fun…
Exploring…
And before I start writing this…
I peek online…
I’m curious…
“Is there a Pearl Street YMCA?”
Turns out there is…
It’s a short trip from a place called Beth-El….
Which means “Home of God”.
Of course, I have a giggle…
Meanwhile…
There’s more to the story…
Like how Rick quit teaching to build his familly a home…
And how
that broke my heart - but not my spirit….
I was still imagining being a Kempo Black Belt…
And it turns out Rick’s new house - was exactly one block from my Mom’s…
So
every day, I’d go help…
And Rick would teach me….
Meanwhile….
Time went on…
I’ve since then gotten my 5th Degree Black Belt in Kempo…
And a few other belts, sashes and pieces of pretty paper….
I’ve moved around the world…
And I continue to
teach what is nearest and dearest to me…
THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE
Because that little boy, the little boy I was….
Bought a lot of books from the used book
store….
One of them was a Neville Goddard book…
And it didn’t last long…
Too much bible for me at the time…
I did get a golden nugget or two from it….
And those little nuggets of gold - changed my life…
They helped me manifest Rick…
It’s why we’re here today…
Meanwhile….
Perfect Divine Timing….
I’m inviting you to the Pearl Street YMCA…
Because, I’m having this
dream…
Just 48 hours before…
The Destiny Project Starts
USA SUNDAY at 5 PM Eastern with a live call…
You don’t
want to miss this…
It’s a brand new project…
And I am super on fire….
This is the SECOND DREAM I’ve shared this week….
I never share my dreams…
To me, they are private and personal…
But the last dream and this one…
I can’t help but share…
Because of “the messages” they are giving to me…
So time went on…
The old Scottdale YMCA became my home and my proving ground…
2 years later I was teaching the classes there, as a Green Belt…
And years after that…
After having my life shattered when I was taken hostage in the prison riot when I was 23…
I returned…
I returned to teach there once again….
Rising up from the ashes….
And now for the absolute Rest of The Story….
When I went to my first Kempo class…
Where I met Randy and Celeste….
When I looked at Rick, he didn’t look one bit like the teacher I had imagined…
Rick had a big beard and a cheesy grin…
Squinty eyes….
The teacher I dreamed about, when I was still a teenage bed wetter…
Clean
shaven…
Young fella…
Bright eyes…
I stuck around…
Because I got he could teach me…
And Rick gave heaps to me…
But the Kempo Karate teacher I saw in my visions…
Wasn’t Rick…
Turns out, the
teacher in my dreams - was me…
And several years later…
When I was that Teenage Black Belt…
I was in the paper…
And when I saw the photos….
I discovered - it was me - all along…
That’s all I got….
I’d love to know how this has given to you…
And I’d love for you to join us in The Destiny Project too…
We go live in just under 48 hours from the time I sent this email…
Email me if you have any questions, or need help joining…
I’m here for you!
TT coffee time
Sunrise and birdsong…
