Rebooting My OS

View From Camp

View From Camp


July 15, 2015 9:08 AM

I haven’t been doing much spiritual practice lately. No spiritual development. I feel like I’m going through a sort of reboot—you know, when your computer has loaded a new operating system and the restart process takes a bit longer than normal?

Kinda like that.

It’s not uncomfortable or anything. It’s just kind of a temporary and required nothing.

It feels kind of nice.

It’s Time

Hairy Wayne

Hairy Wayne


Though the mind could produce many reasons (and resistances), ultimately it was Her whisper…

“It’s time.”

Something is changing—some shift.

I just don’t know what it is.

Naked Wayne

Naked Wayne

Tracy Michelle Wirs

Stairs both Blurry and Clear

Stairs both Blurry and Clear

WICKHAM CP, FL—At 10:18pm on the night of 5/29/2013 my sister Tracy left her body and hung out in the hospital room until my mother and I could get there. Though my mother couldn’t see her, I pointed her out, hovering just in front of the ICU video camera. I said my goodbyes and stepped out of the room so Mom could have some private time with her.

I felt a deep mixture of both happiness and sadness, and I’ve continued to feel that odd mixture ever since. Glad that my sister is free from the difficult life she suffered, but deeply sad for my mother’s pain.

And so it goes.

Though I have no interest or desire in becoming a “soul whisperer,” just a few moments ago I checked in to see how Tracy was doing and was surprised that she is giddily happy, hanging out and playing with a whole group of children who are also awaiting their parents (though my sister had a genius level IQ and was physically 49 years old, she pretty much stopped growing emotionally at 7 years of age).

Be well Tracy, I love you and we’ll see you soon.


Toss Up

Barren Trees

Barren Trees

WICKHAM CP, FL—Sadly, my sister is still in critical condition and it’s anyone’s guess if she’ll survive. Thankfully she’s in a semi-comatose state, so she’s not suffering—though of course it’s tough on all of us.

Both my mother and I are firm believers in the Soul and that if things do take a turn for the worst, Tracy (my sister) will find herself in a much better state of being than where she is at the moment.

Still, this whole situation sucks.


Something Off



SHAWNEE, OK—Woke up this morning noticing something was “off” until I realized it was the humidity leaving my skin feeling sticky and dirty.

I didn’t expect Oklahoma to be so humid. Moisture in the air certainly makes things greener though, vast difference from NM and TX which I passed though yesterday.

I’m heading back to FL to look after things on the home front. She said “Go” so I’m going.

I took the above photo a couple days ago at Bluewater.


A Voice From The Past


Storrie Lake SP, NM—The above is a photo from Fading Toward Enlightenment of Leticia. Hadn’t heard from her in years until she commented on my birthday post yesterday. Hi Leticia!

Took me awhile to find the image in from my old blog. That was back when, if you blogged, you had to write your own website from scratch. No Facebook, no WordPress, no Blogger. It’s kind of a pain to navigate the site, but it was cool to see all the old photos and posts.

We’ve come a long way in 10 years.

Transparent Translucency


Steele Creek Park, COE Camp, Whitney, TX—As I read Seth Godin’s article, Transparent or translucent?, it immediately struck me that transparency is a prevalent problem with spiritual leaders: To their fans and followers, they are almost exclusively translucent (glowing, larger than life) while remaining almost completely un-transparent (not open or revealing about their personal lives).

More below the break (huh?).

Read more…


White Pelican in the Fog

Steele Creek Park, COE Camp, Whitney, TX—Fellow nomad Glenn has been camped out here for a few days and one of his readers, Debra stopped by today. Obviously I’m going to have to stop posting my exact coordinates. Kidding. 🙂 (???)

Debra is in the planning stages of “going nomad” and she’s very curious about the advantages of the different type rigs so the three of us spent some time on that.

Debra’s a fellow mystic, and interestingly enough, what I call “hearing Her,” Debra calls “God Nods” which is a very appropriate term. Debra’s got a very warm soul.

Glenn and I have been having some good conversations. The other day he was saying that while playing music, sometimes the music feels like it moves through you all on its own. That’s a pretty good description of what I mean by the Radiant Level—She/God moves through you.

Debra knows She (Her/God) is real, but surprisingly, I think I’ve almost got Glenn convinced. 🙂

The Pull West

The Swollen Lake

Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis, AL

The rains have stopped. The weather forecast is clear.

I may start a run for the West tomorrow.

Free camping.

Dry air.

Open vistas…

And solitude.

I feel the Pull,

But I’m not sure why I feel the hurry.