The Fire Within

As some of my long time readers may know, I've had some extraordinary things happen during my life, though I haven't posted them all. Around age 30, and after the death of so many friends, it became clear to me that I needed to understand myself much better. Even as a youngster, I had the odd unexplained thing happen, though I told no one of them. Now I'm no longer reluctant to mention them. It's just a part of me, just as being gay or a man or a son. I have always been fascinated by mysticism, the occult, the paranormal, and esoteric studies. Drawn to them like a moth to a flame is more like it. I read books on all sorts of subjects pertaining to my interest. I learned to meditate. I've taught myself lucid dreaming. I've learned from experience to listen to my inner voice. I found out that while far from controllable, I have a knack for somethings, while others I still need practice to understand. Now that I face turning 44 this month, I've become obsessed or driven to delve deeper into the mysteries that have been on the peripheral of my life since childhood. My goal is simple. To master myself, my destiny and maybe make the world a better place in the process. I hope to sharpen my skills and nurture others. I want to be the person I was meant to be. The fully evolved spiritual being with wise, sage advice. The old man comfortable in his own skin, with his life and it's mysteries. Since I've decided I'm going to be immortal, (because I simply have too much to do for one life time) I should have plenty of time to master them all.