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Biggie: Serious Shit

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It’s been an interesting week.  Today, it’s my mother’s birthday.  I was talking to my Dad, and he said he had been with her for 47 of her birthdays, that is, this is the first time in 47 years he’s not with her on this day.  I think it’s hit everyone hard, like dates tend to do.

I’ve taken a lot of lessons from my friends and clients on grief.  The big one is, when you hit a date like this, DO SOMETHING.  Do something other than mope around and feel sad.  Start a new tradition, or do something in honour of the person you’re missing.

Today, I baked cookies.  I tend to bake or buy houseplants when I feel my mother or the grief especially strongly.

During the whole allergic reaction to the laxative episode, I forgot to mention:  Biggie showed up.

He said, You should listen to your mother.

In that moment, I heard my mother’s voice, when I was seven years old, telling me I needed to eat whatever it was on my plate because I needed the “roughage”.  That’s what they called fiber in the 80s, I guess.  Roughage.  I didn’t actually know what “roughage” was, but according to my mother, I needed some.  Iron was another thing she was talking about, all the time.  This is why I had raisins in everything.  They were supposed to be full of iron AND roughage.  (As an adult now, I don’t think that was true!)

Biggie went on to pass his hand over the top of his stomach and tell me a bit of his story:

I used to get stomach problems too.  (Constipation, retention.)   I was always a heavy weight, you know, even as a kid.  They called me all kinds of names, I said “I don’t care, you just call me Biggie.”  They did, that became my name, and I liked it, you know.  I was taking the power away from them, I was owning my body, I liked it.

I never really looked at *why* I was holding on to the weight (while I was alive.)  I look at it now.  I was carrying the weight of my mother’s worries.  She worked so hard, and she was always worried about money.  But we really didn’t go hungry – that was important to my mother, that we always had something to eat.  Maybe it wasn’t the healthiest stuff, but you didn’t think like that where I grew up – you had food, or you were hungry.  No one was talking about healthy this and that – none of that bullshit.  If it was food, it was good.

I always ate everything and anything that was around me, and that was the first thing I could do for myself, as a kid, was feed myself.  I’d get my own money, and I’d go buy my own burger.  That was important to me, providing for myself.  I wanted to provide for my mother, so she didn’t have to work so hard, and I always provided for my family. 

I ate, and a lot of people who are carryin’ the weight of their family or their history, we eat to make our bodies match our burden, the burden of life we carry.  To make the struggle… visible.  So we get seen. 

I refused to be ignored.  I would talk shit (yells) YOU SEE ME STANDING HERE, DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T SEE ME.  (arms out, chin up, powerful.)

I had these stomach problems just like you, because we eat for the same reasons.  Growin’ up, there was so much shit around me that I could not control.  I couldn’t control being black. I couldn’t control the neighbourhood, the chaos around us all the time.  All of us (his family) we want to be safe.  We could never relax.  That was a need.  So instead, I would try and fulfill a different need, you know, if I ate, that was the fulfillment of a need I could control.  I couldn’t change the world around me, but when I had a juicy cheeseburger and fries, I was alright.  I was eating, and taking care of myself.  I was proving to myself that I was okay. 

I would get the stomach pains and the heartburn, you would never go to the doctor.  I didn’t ever ask to go to a doctor until that (record company exec? Lawyer?  Someone who knew Biggie after he was famous and had a vested interest in Biggie continuing to live-) said “Hey, man, you want me to call a doctor up here?” 

I had to do a show, and I couldn’t really stand up straight, so I said I’d see a doctor.  I got some pills but they didn’t help much, until that mother-fcking doctor figured it out, I had constipation all up through my belly, here (top part of the large intestine) and all through here, down the side.  SHIT!!!  HA!!!  (belly laughs.) 

I felt a lot better when we took care of that, I thought I might even be one of these guys going to the gym, but shiiiiiit, no.  I ain’t never going to be no gym-goin’ mother-fcker.  (chuckle.)  I got a weight bench, and some free weights.  I liked doing my arms and stuff, but I never lost any weight.  I didn’t really want to.  When I had my kids, my little girl, you know, I thought about it. 

I just always put my focus on taking care of my family, my people.  I knew how to eat, and that felt like takin’ care of myself.  That’s what I did for myself, I wasn’t really into drugs (white stuff – then shows me weed, he liked that.  But he wasn’t really interested in heroin, cocaine etc.  Shows me money, that was okay.  He didn’t really like using, just weed, just food, just alcohol and some cigarettes / cigars.)

Of all these skinny mother-fckers you talk to, (pretty much all the other musicians) none of them know what we know, how to carry the *weight*.  People like us, big people, heavy-set, the heavy-weights, big people know how to get shit done.  They got some SERIOUS shit going on.  That’s because we always carry other people’s shit, and it builds up all around us.  Some random (asshole) hands you his shit, and you go, “okay, I’ll carry this too.” 

Whenever you see a big person, you know they’re carrying around a lot of shit that don’t belong to them, that was (shoved at, forced / foisted on) THEIR shoulders.  You see a big person walking around, you know sure as shit, that person’s strong.  That’s a survivor.  Look at all that weight they’re carrying. 

They’re holding on to so much.  They’re keeping it together.

That’s what I did.  That’s what you’re doin’, girl.  You need some ROUGHAGE!  (laughs!)  You listen to your Mama!

 

 

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I was talking to Sweetie about this bit of information from Biggie, and she observed that food is a lot like currency.   We need it, we consume it, it is energy that flows through us, or gets stuck.  It’s something that needs to be balanced and nurtured.  You need to take care of your paper, and your roughage.

Thank you, Biggie.  Serious shit, there.

Biggie Highlights

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I’ve been thinking about Biggie a LOT in the past few months. I thought I’d review this post that I did with Biggie a year and a half ago, and pull out the highlights:

Biggie Says:

I am a teacher, I am a leader, and my people live in poverty.  (shacks built of metal siding all over the world)

The empowerment is enlightenment, education, emancipation from the slavery of the poverty and the prisons (shows me a cell block, and it’s surprisingly similar to the metal shacks, the density of the population, and the energy around them.)

(He shows me the energy as a flow of money that is easily distributed throughout the world.  It’s a correction of the flow of resources, this is what he’s working on right now.  Part of it is getting people like us, those of us in positions of privilege, educated, free of dictatorship, to open our potential.  We need to have money flow into our lives, because we are the ones who will send it back out in right and equitable ways.)

Just be sure you do, (shows me the fear that sets in when you do have money.  Shows me how afraid I was the moment the car started acting up – it’s like, when you get to a certain point, you become so focused on keeping what you have, that you restrict the flow of money through your life.)

It’s like (shows me the eagle feather – the magic of the eagle feather lasts a year.  In the course of a year, you will be guided to pass the eagle feather on to another – this is how you keep the eagle medicine alive in your life.  Biggie is just calling forward this lesson I learned earlier from another source; so it is with money.  Truly, money is energy.)

Biggie shows me the flow of money through your life has an energy.  This energy is associated with what you do to earn it, how you feel about what you do.  People who do evil, who steal, harm, exploit, enslave, these people have a great river of fiscal energy flowing through them – he shows me this fiscal energy as having a charge, which is presenting as grey, which is the colour I see when something is sick, diseased or causing a deficit which will need to be balanced / healed.  Some people call it karma.

Biggie shakes his head, Naw.  (Shows me karma is for people who sit and meditate and do nothing.) (seriously Biggie?  I’m trying to promote meditation on this blog)  Whatever.  You sittin.  You’re waitin for the next thing to happen.  This (the grey revenue stream) is active.  It has a different charge.  (It’s faster, it affects a different level of the soul.)

Karma (shows me the guru) is working over many lives – you and your sister, you’re working out karma.  (oooookayyyy, we’ll come back to that later.)  This, (negative actions consciously taken) generates more than passive karma, this (shows me an elastic band that is being pulled farther and farther, the tension building and building, the band never breaks, it stores more of this energy.)  At some point, (the band and the energy is released) and this happens within that person’s lifetime.

This is why you hear that cliché, that rich people ain’t happy.  These, (shows me the grey revenue stream) can never be happy, it is impossible.  (Shows me icons like Donald Trump, Kevin O’Leary) they learnin’ the lessons of (grey revenue).  That’s why they here.  These are not evil people, they are (playing their roles, living their life plans.)

This, (yoikes, shows me a dictator in what looks like a prison camp.  He has a family, he drives a nice car…) He is soul-less.  (Shows me he’s empty.  His revenue stream is so, it’s nauseating to behold.)  These (shows me the association of slave owners in Jamacia, sugar plantations, how beautiful the island was, shows me Haiti, shows me the people there, how they had been abducted from their tribal homes and made to destroy this island through their labour, he shows me some women in particular who were very sad about it, how the destruction of this beautiful place compounded their sorrows.  This overwhelming experience is connected to the grey revenue stream, to the people who orchestrate the whole thing – the plantations, the whole slavery industry.  The sorrow of millions associated with the revenue stream generated over the hundreds of years the African people were seen as farm animals.

Shows me factory farm animals.  This energy is different from slavery, shows me lab animals, okay Biggie this is an overwhelming collage of images here and the animal (shows me to backfill my heart connection from heaven, which allows me to calmly observe these images rather than close my heart to them.)

Shows me the exploitation of animals for food, medication and household products generates a revenue stream with yet another different type of grey energy, like a greenish-grey, green associated with nature, and this revenue colour showing me how it is flowing off the planet in all different places now.  It’s like our planet and culture go through phases or almost like fashion trends of the type of grey revenue stream which is acceptable.  We are in this planetary exploitation phase at the moment, with the old resonance of concentration camps and slavery/exploitation of people still existing in particular corners of the world.

How do you go in there and fix that?  This is the suffering of you (kind-hearted, empathetic people on the planet in first world countries, who feel relatively powerless to change or affect the world on a scale that is required.)

You recognize your own (perceived) slavery is an illusion.  (Shows me bills, woman weeping as she does her taxes.)  You let it go, you find your power, do you understand? 

He’s asking the readers if they understand.  He’s saying he’ll continue the lesson in dreamtime of those who are struggling with finding financial freedom, You just have to ask nicely, I’ll hook you up (he indicates other teachers available on this topic, so it’s not necessarily Biggie himself who’d answer your questions.  He smiles and looks tall.  Yes he has this look where he seems to increase in height. 

You need to understand the flow of your stream, (it has an aura, what energy is your money?) You take care of your paper, like taking care of a plant.  You look at it, you talk to it, you water it, you feed it once in a while, you change the pot so it’s got room to grow, most of all you love that plant.  Nothing will grow your revenue stream like loving it, (shows me this high-pitched light from the heart connection charging the revenue stream, altering it.  This is how you manifest, this is how you connect to the power of creation, through the heart – that is how we are all connected to each other.)

(Biggie shows the the Maharashi, the Beatle’s guru, and his connection with millions of people around the world.  Shows me Kurt, and how Kurt’s money connection was the colour of his depression, his energy affected the whole experience.)

Who you are is going to be reflected in the flow of money in your life.  That is why (your car) changes.  (Vehicles are one way of showing ourselves and other people what our money looks like.  Shows me the difference between a vehicle leased with anxiety, like trying to keep up appearances, versus a vehicle that is leased with joy and gratitude.)

(Shows me you’ve got to take care of yourself first, you’ve got to love yourself enough to live a healthy life) There is no sense being poor in a rich country.  What you do is recognize the availability of revenue in your life, you (build your positive relationship with that stream) you turn towards it you take it in.  You do not (shows me Kurt and John, exhausted, depressed and feeling hermity with the strain of fame.  It’s true, Biggie didn’t get worn down by fame in that way, and he shows me it was because he set his boundaries, he measured his energy, he embraced every aspect of his success including lawyers and bills.  He measured his approach, he maintained this calm, measured concentration when building his revenue. 

I keep hearing this line from the movie, “I didn’t want to be just another rapper on the street corner.  So I did Juicy, Big Poppa, radio songs.”  (his pop songs that took about 10% of his time when he wrote them and make up 80% of his revenue.  They sold his records that contained the other 90% of his work.)

You go ahead, we can talk again.  (Looks tall.)

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Before I talk to Biggie again, I want to make sure I spend time with this incredibly dense material he’s already provided.  Biggie has high expectations, and it’s an excellent motivational tool!

Please feel free to comment with your questions for Biggie!

 

Biggie, Seashells and Manifestation

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I have a story that goes all the way back to New Year’s Eve.  It’s a good one — Kate was really excited about it and wanted to blog about it right away — but I was like, “Well… not yet”.  The story needed more time to develop.

I’ve been pretty blessed in my life and my career, because I’m able to access creative advisers on the other side pretty easily.  Sometimes they just show up on their own; I always try to listen because they all have something unique to teach.  So it was with the Notorious B.I.G..

I had never been a fan of his music previously, but his song “Juicy” had ended up on my iPod and I found that I was enjoying it.  Then I listened to it a 2nd time.  And then I noticed his energy around me.  I would describe it as “boyish”.  He felt young but self-possessed.  Class-clownish.  But super-focused at the same time.  I felt like I understood him right away, energetically.  He said, “Your relationship to money is fucked up.  I’m gonna help you sort it out”.

My relationship to money was, indeed, fucked up.  Actually I’m still untangling it.  The myth of the Starving Artist is a pervasive one.

At any rate I had to admit that Biggie was right, and furthermore I couldn’t point to any heroes of mine or any artists of any kind that I admired who had healthy relationships with money.  Not one.  They were penniless painters, alcoholic writers, and agoraphobic, opiated musicians.  (Aside:  I’m like, “…Sorry guys”.  They’re like, “Nope — that’s fair”.).  Biggie made money making art, enjoyed spending it, and was totally unapologetic about it.  That was unprecedented in my world.  Clearly I had some things to learn.

Later, Kate and I watched the movie The Secret.  Say what you will about it, I did learn a few things.  I was inspired by Jack Canfield’s experience to try to manifest $10,000 for myself.  With art.  I had no plan whatsoever, and I was pretty vague about my expectations around it.  Knowing it had to be something that I could believe I could have, I just said, “Okay.  I want to have a plan in place for making $10,000 by the end of the year.  Not the 10k itself; just the plan”.

Nothing happened for a long time after that.  I was still resolved that my plan was coming; manifestation is not always instant so I tried to be patient.

(Aside: I did have some prior experience with manifestation which bolstered my confidence with it and allowed me to be patient.  I had manifested a car for myself maybe 15 years earlier using techniques I’d read about in one of Julia Cameron’s books.  A free car had presented itself within a few weeks.  So I knew this would work).

So the year began to draw to a close with no plan in place for my 10k.  Oh well; it was just an experiment.  Kate and I stayed in and shared a bottle of wine.  As we talked she suddenly said, “Biggie’s here.  He wants to talk about your art”.

Sure, why not?

He says, “I’ve got a business plan for you.  I want to you do it, though.  I don’t want to go through this with you if you’re not going to do it. Will you do it?”

Me:  “Yeah”

Biggie:  “Okay.  You’re going to paint fuckin’ seashells”.

Me: “…”

Biggie:  “Everyone’s got a spot in their bathroom that needs a fuckin’ seashell.  You’re gonna paint a hundred of them”.

At that point he goes into some more detail — take this many, send them to that gallery.  Reinvest.  Make prints.  Send remaining originals to 2 other galleries.  Etc.  He says,

“That’s how you’re going to make your ten thousand dollars”.

Now I’m laughing because a) I’d forgotten that I’d set that goal at all, and b) I said that I wanted a plan for 10k “by the end of the year” and now it’s… like 11:30 on New Year’s Eve.

I’ve been good on my word and I am creating 100 seashell paintings.  I’ve recently photographed them and they are up for sale on my Etsy site; if you would like to own one of the first batch of the hundred I would be honoured to sell them to you guys.

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I also managed to screw my courage up to get my work into a gallery in the nicest resort in town; they’re scheduled to exhibit in a month or so.  So that’s really exciting.  It’s going to mean really great exposure for me and my work and it’s also one of my favourite places to hang out.  Kate and I both went for our birthdays and had absolutely the best champagne and cheese plates I’ve ever had while enjoying an unobstructed view of waves breaking on the wide open, sandy ocean beach.  I’m totally thrilled to be getting my art in there because everything about it is so top shelf.

And I’m so grateful to all my helpers on the other side who continue to motivate and inspire me.

I also have a tip to share for anyone who may have read this and thought to themselves, “Damn, my relationship with money is fucked up too — what do I do?”.  Here’s a tip I picked up recently for reshaping your relationship with money.  You’ll be drawing on your intuition here, so I’ll walk you through the process.  (Btw I recommend this process whether you have the money you want or you don’t, so you can fully participate in the Economy of Awesomeness!)

First try to encapsulate the idea of your money as a whole, in your mind.  Past, present, future.  Flowing in, flowing out.  Get in touch with any feelings around that.  Money is energy; you are in relationship to that energy.

Next, think about that relationship.  You and money have a long history.  When you think about that relationship, what do you feel?  Gratitude?  Resentment?  Abandonment? Expectation?

The next step is to sit down and write a letter to your money.  Really imagine that your money is a person.  You can get specific if you want to imagine what this person might look like, but it’s not really necessary.  Just talk about your feelings, whatever they are.  You might be surprised to learn how you really feel about money.  Continue the process for 30 days.  It might seem like a lot but this will give you a lot more time to uncover hidden beliefs and allow you to reshape them to best serve you.

It does require a time commitment — is it worth it? Well, I’ve been at it for 3 weeks now.  And now while I fear I may lose people with the very mention of manifestation — I know some people think it’s “magical thinking” — I’m just going to go for it anyway and tell you another story about it:

I’ve taken out two student loans in my academic career, and paid these off.  Each time my lenders — different lenders, years apart — misfiled my paperwork so it appeared to them as if my loans were not repaid, and they continued to try to collect.  Without grievance, and from a detached point of view I can look at that and say, “Wow, how bizarre.  What are the odds of that?”.  I therefore I had an outstanding loan that was not really outstanding at all, that my lawyer seemed powerless to resolve.

So, I wrote letters to my money, and after 14 days a digital copy of a release from this loan materialized in my inbox.  This loan that had sat paid in bureaucratic limbo for more than a year.  (What had released the first loan, you might be wondering?  Applying for the 2nd one.  It remained in their system until the day the funds were released.  I literally had to call them and say, “Hey, you guys approved this second loan.  A condition for approval is that I have no outstanding loans — therefore, there is no outstanding loan.  Makes sense, right?”).

Magical thinking or not, it is hard not to think that my energy around money was holding these debts in place.  And Biggie was right — my relationship with money was fucked up.  And you know what else?  My thinking is magical.  It’s magic.

Besides clearing away several thousand dollars of energetic debt, in 3 weeks I also gained several hundred dollars of unexpected income.  Not bad.

So yeah, I think it is a worthwhile exercise.  If you’re already happy with how much money you’ve got coming in but you don’t like how you’re getting it, you can change that, too.

Biggie: Fiscal Romance

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It has taken me all week to write this entry.  Know that when I say, “last night” or “yesterday” I mean last Sunday.  Twice I’ve gotten up at 5am to work on it again.  For me, Biggie communicates with clarity and precision, yet he talks about ideas that are complex and have a wider scope than anything I’ve covered before.  It’s very important to everyone that we communicate these ideas as clearly and completely as possible, so it’s taken some time, and I hope I got it right.

I hope you enjoy this entry.

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It’s been a fascinating new year thus far.  As you know, Sweetie & I have been manifesting a few things in our life, the most important two things is manifesting new and fulfilling sources of income, and bringing a new(er) car into our life.

Here’s the car we currently own:

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Actually, this is what we were driving two years ago.  The body is considerably more rusty now, it’s dented in the front from a minor fender-bender (see blog post entitled Exit Point) the rear wiper is broken, the left turn signal is broken, the windows won’t roll down, the doors won’t unlock (so we never lock them) something loud rattles whenever we go over a bump and there’s this big scorch mark across the top of the hood.

Really, it’d take a whole page to describe everything that’s messed up about this car.  Even so, it was given to us by friends out of love, in a time of great need, and so we named it Karma Car.

Karma Car had a stroke yesterday.  We were out with a friend hiking through the off-trail beaches deep in the BC rainforest (awesome).  We hiked around for hours, we found a swimming hole warm enough to take a dip in, and we returned to our parked car tired and deeply relaxed… that is, until we tried to get home.  First she coughed, then she shuddered, then she refused to accelerate.  As we began to climb a hill, she began to lurch, jerkily, and my adrenaline shot up.  I popped the clutch into neutral, rolled her backwards on to the shoulder and decided to let the car warm up completely before trying anything else.

I have to give her credit, the car did make it the 100 km home.  Apparently it doesn’t like second gear anymore, and it doesn’t like going uphill.  It seems as though it’s time to replace the clutch, which brought us to a sticking point:  do we want to put any more money into this car, or do we want to go car-free and save for a better one?

Here is the car I’m asking for:

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It’s a Subaru wagon, and a pretty recent model.  Right now, the path from where we are now, to this car, is rather unclear.  These beauties go for $20,000 second hand.  But I’ll tell ya, Sweetie & I have created more things in our life than a single vehicle.

What’s funny is that my energy is still aligned with old cars – as I was looking for a photo of a Subaru, every time I found one that I thought was nice, the description said the make was the 1990s!  If I’m attracted to and picturing a car from the 90s, I’ll get yet another old car from the 90s.

I’ll tell you why I need and want a new(er) car:  I live in a rural, isolated area, two hours and a mountain pass away from the nearest Starbucks.  I like it that way… but.  We’re also two hours and a mountain pass away from the nearest veterinarian.  We live in an incredible area, and we’re totally isolated in the winter time.  In the summer, the beaches we can reach depend upon the condition and capabilities of the vehicle we drive.  For winter mountain driving and summer dirt-road exploring, I need an all-wheel drive.

You know what’s neat?  As I write this entry, it’s like I can hear this inner critic, shaming me for wanting a car like this.  Cars, as Biggie pointed out, are status symbols, and in a way the car we choose to drive is a reflection of ourselves.  What are we saying?

How do we judge others, when we see their vehicles?

As a little aside, this is exactly why incorporating a bit of Buddhist mindful thinking practice into our lives is very useful – it allows you to observe a thought, rather than believing that thought is *you*.

Anyway, Biggie, you were going to say something?

You were going to talk about takin’ care of your paper!  (Shakes head, like, damn I don’t know how you get anything done / teasing gesture.)

Oh yeah, the whole point of this entry!  So yeah, how do we get from our Karma Car to a super Subaru?  Well, obviously, we have to save some money, and we do that by not repairing Karma Car, by selling her to whoever wants to take her on, biking around for a while and we save the money we usually spend on gas and car insurance, along with creating new streams of revenue into our lives.

Last night we were watching a documentary about Biggie, called “Bigger than Life” which Biggie seemed pretty cool with – he didn’t chime in with any extra details or anything, he just, it’s like he watched our thoughts just to make sure we didn’t pick up any misconceptions or draw any false conclusions based on what we saw.  He’s nodding.

In the movie, we were surprised and delighted to see a very young Sean (aka P. Diddy) by Biggie’s side almost constantly in the recording studios.  He looked so young!  Then we realized that Biggie himself was so damn young at the time – he died at 24.  Just twenty-four years of age.  It’s so strange, because some of us don’t even consider 24 to be grown up, yet there’s no question of Biggie’s status.  Biggie came into life with the intellect and energy of a pragmatic, charismatic, powerful leader.

So here’s Biggie, talking about manifestation.

 

Here’s what I’m sayin’.   You got to respect your paper, your money.  You got to love it like you love yourself (shows me the connection between ourselves, god, all creation, manifestation and infinite possibility) 

That’s part of the beauty of (this existence, life on earth) is the (supposed limitations, the illusion of limitation) Your reality is all about what you believe to be true.

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See, I thought I was (a badass? It’s like he’s showing me the boss of a crime ring, but he’s removing the actual crime, so all that’s left is this image, this projection of himself as this badass no one would fuck with.  This is part of the image he projected) because I believed this is how I had to be, it was part of the story I tol’ myself about my success.  I was gonna be the baddest motherfucker ever to hit the music industry . 

So that’s who I became, that’s part of my story, part of my history now. 

But that’s not who I am, do you see what I’m sayin? 

Oh yes, I do remember now!  It’s like Sweetie, collecting her “lost boys”.  She had/has this group of friends that were so strange to me, socially, emotionally off-putting and strange.  Some of them seemed dangerous to me.  But Sweetie seemed to be able to tap into their harmless, vulnerable side, and never really saw or acknowledged their façade of danger.

Yes, the façade of danger. (He agrees).

(Me, showing Biggie that it wasn’t really a façade in the end, since he was shot.)  Yes, but I was never afraid.  Fear was (never part of my life/ allowed to take over his life / never defined his life because he controlled his thoughts, never allowed himself to get rattled.  What he’s showing me is the same mindful thinking, it’s something he did intuitively which is tied to skills as a tribal leader in several of his past lives.)

I never lived my life in fear, I (had control of myself in a random, chaotic situation.)  I never had a hate on for anybody, (shows me annoyances, dismissiveness, even lack of respect, but never hatred, never something that required energy to be invested.)

Me (shows Biggie part of his documentary where several of his friends at different times in the movie referred to him as big, fat and ugly.)  (Biggie smiles says Naw, they were just kiddin around, and shows me the love heart connection between them all is quite strong.)

Huh, John’s here, and this is the first time he’s ever interrupted a conversation with another person.  John’s showing me the people he saw too, like at some point you come to the conclusion that there are no dangerous people, only projections and dangerous situations.  This is difficult to reconcile intellectually for me, because well, John was shot too.

Biggie, do you agree with what that guy in the documentary said, about people, some who are fresh out of jail and don’t give a crap about themselves, let alone see the value in the life of others – aren’t they dangerous, by their nature?

Biggie shows me the energy, at that point it’s like the person, the soul, the light of god is gone and there’s this energy just flowing through them.  This is why some people describe this energy as evil, or a person being used or controlled by demons/the devil/evil forces.  There is this phenomenon on this planet where this flow of negative energy builds up and rages around, like bad weather.  This is why Biggie was the one to speak about the kids who were shot in the school in CT, he died in a similar way.

You know, Biggie, can I please address the weirdness around your death?  It wasn’t weird, it was (evil – he didn’t say evil, that’s what he’s showing me.  Is there a word I can use?  Pointless.  It was pointless, waste, garbage, sadness, tragedy, family crying, fans losing hope.  It was needless injury to more than his body.  Anger, acceptance, and he’s giving me this intense stare, like, do you get it?)

Listen to me.  I am here to talk to you about your money, and I like you, so I’m goin’ to teach you.  You (shows me the blog, the trail of energy out to thousands of others, it’s the visual for his teachings moving on to other people.  He’s a bit impatient with me because I’m a slow transcriber.  Slow down please and be patient.  

I am a teacher, I am a leader, and my people live in poverty.  (shacks built of metal siding all over the world)

The empowerment is enlightenment, education, emancipation from the slavery of the poverty and the prisons (shows me a cell block, and it’s surprisingly similar to the metal shacks, the density of the population, and the energy around them.)

(He shows me the energy as a flow of money that is easily distributed throughout the world.  It’s a correction of the flow of resources, this is what he’s working on right now.  Part of it is getting people like us, those of us in positions of privilege, educated, free of dictatorship, to open our potential.  We need to have money flow into our lives, because we are the ones who will send it back out in right and equitable ways.)

Just be sure you do, (shows me the fear that sets in when you do have money.  Shows me how afraid I was the moment the car started acting up – it’s like, when you get to a certain point, you become so focused on keeping what you have, that you restrict the flow of money through your life.)

It’s like (shows me the eagle feather – the magic of the eagle feather lasts a year.  In the course of a year, you will be guided to pass the eagle feather on to another – this is how you keep the eagle medicine alive in your life.  Biggie is just calling forward this lesson I learned earlier from another source; so it is with money.  Truly, money is energy.)

Biggie shows me the flow of money through your life has an energy.  This energy is associated with what you do to earn it, how you feel about what you do.  People who do evil, who steal, harm, exploit, enslave, these people have a great river of fiscal energy flowing through them – he shows me this fiscal energy as having a charge, which is presenting as grey, which is the colour I see when something is sick, diseased or causing a deficit which will need to be balanced / healed.  Some people call it karma.

Biggie shakes his head, Naw.  (Shows me karma is for people who sit and meditate and do nothing.) (seriously Biggie?  I’m trying to promote meditation on this blog)  Whatever.  You sittin.  You’re waitin for the next thing to happen.  This (the grey revenue stream) is active.  It has a different charge.  (It’s faster, it affects a different level of the soul.)

Karma (shows me the guru) is working over many lives – you and your sister, you’re working out karma.  (oooookayyyy, we’ll come back to that later.)  This, (negative actions consciously taken) generates more than passive karma, this (shows me an elastic band that is being pulled farther and farther, the tension building and building, the band never breaks, it stores more of this energy.)  At some point, (the band and the energy is released) and this happens within that person’s lifetime.

This is why you hear that cliché, that rich people ain’t happy.  These, (shows me the grey revenue stream) can never be happy, it is impossible.  (Shows me icons like Donald Trump, Kevin O’Leary) they learnin’ the lessons of (grey revenue).  That’s why they here.  These are not evil people, they are (playing their roles, living their life plans.)

This, (yoikes, shows me a dictator in what looks like a prison camp.  He has a family, he drives a nice car…) He is soul-less.  (Shows me he’s empty.  His revenue stream is so, it’s nauseating to behold.)  These (shows me the association of slave owners in Jamacia, sugar plantations, how beautiful the island was, shows me Haiti, shows me the people there, how they had been abducted from their tribal homes and made to destroy this island through their labour, he shows me some women in particular who were very sad about it, how the destruction of this beautiful place compounded their sorrows.  This overwhelming experience is connected to the grey revenue stream, to the people who orchestrate the whole thing – the plantations, the whole slavery industry.  The sorrow of millions associated with the revenue stream generated over the hundreds of years the African people were seen as farm animals.

Shows me factory farm animals.  This energy is different from slavery, shows me lab animals, okay Biggie this is an overwhelming collage of images here and the animal (shows me to backfill my heart connection from heaven, which allows me to calmly observe these images rather than close my heart to them.)

Shows me the exploitation of animals for food, medication and household products generates a revenue stream with yet another different type of grey energy, like a greenish-grey, green associated with nature, and this revenue colour showing me how it is flowing off the planet in all different places now.  It’s like our planet and culture go through phases or almost like fashion trends of the type of grey revenue stream which is acceptable.  We are in this planetary exploitation phase at the moment, with the old resonance of concentration camps and slavery/exploitation of people still existing in particular corners of the world.

How do you go in there and fix that?  This is the suffering of you (kind-hearted, empathetic people on the planet in first world countries, who feel relatively powerless to change or affect the world on a scale that is required.)

You recognize your own (perceived) slavery is an illusion.  (Shows me bills, woman weeping as she does her taxes.)  You let it go, you find your power, do you understand? 

He’s asking the readers if they understand.  He’s saying he’ll continue the lesson in dreamtime of those who are struggling with finding financial freedom, You just have to ask nicely, I’ll hook you up (he indicates other teachers available on this topic, so it’s not necessarily Biggie himself who’d answer your questions.  He smiles and looks tall.  Yes he has this look where he seems to increase in height. 

It’s really cool, how he expresses himself almost completely energetically.  It makes for a challenging blog entry for me to write, because there’s this huge volume of information that comes through pretty quickly.  Thanks for being patient Biggie.

You got to take care of your paper!  (Shows me if you’re going to meditate, meditate with your bills and your wallet.  Seriously Biggie?  Your life is short, Biggie was always high energy in life, always a do-er, always, always working.  I got a sneezing fit here.)

He shows me again, meditating with your bills and your wallet, shows me my cats, particularly Sunshine, sitting on my purse, our bills, telling us they’re “fixing” it.  (Gives this respectful acknowledgement of Sunshine and Leo, they’re doing real work.)

You need to understand the flow of your stream, (it has an aura, what energy is your money?) You take care of your paper, like taking care of a plant.  You look at it, you talk to it, you water it, you feed it once in a while, you change the pot so it’s got room to grow, most of all you love that plant.  Nothing will grow your revenue stream like loving it, (shows me this high-pitched light from the heart connection charging the revenue stream, altering it.  This is how you manifest, this is how you connect to the power of creation, through the heart – that is how we are all connected to each other.)

(Biggie shows the the Maharashi, the Beatle’s guru, and his connection with millions of people around the world.  Shows me Kurt, and how Kurt’s money connection was the colour of his depression, his energy affected the whole experience.)

Who you are is going to be reflected in the flow of money in your life.  That is why (your car) changes.  (Vehicles are one way of showing ourselves and other people what our money looks like.  Shows me the difference between a vehicle leased with anxiety, like trying to keep up appearances, versus a vehicle that is leased with joy and gratitude.)

Biggie, have I managed to get the point across here?

Yeah, (shows me the heart connection going all around the world from the Violence entry, the answer to violence and war is peace, and building this heart connection with each other all around the planet.  He’s showing me this heart connection is associated with money too, (not exclusively, but) money is one of the easiest ways to reach and affect each other (shows me our own experience when we needed financial support while running our business, and how incredible it was to receive support from our family and friends.  There’s a real heart connection there, it’s true.)

(Shows me you’ve got to take care of yourself first, you’ve got to love yourself enough to live a healthy life) There is no sense being poor in a rich country.  What you do is recognize the availability of revenue in your life, you (build your positive relationship with that stream) you turn towards it you take it in.  You do not (shows me Kurt and John, exhausted, depressed and feeling hermity with the strain of fame.  It’s true, Biggie didn’t get worn down by fame in that way, and he shows me it was because he set his boundaries, he measured his energy, he embraced every aspect of his success including lawyers and bills.  He measured his approach, he maintained this calm, measured concentration when building his revenue. 

I keep hearing this line from the movie, “I didn’t want to be just another rapper on the street corner.  So I did Juicy, Big Poppa, radio songs.”  (his pop songs that took about 10% of his time when he wrote them and make up 80% of his revenue.  They sold his records that contained the other 90% of his work.)

You go ahead, we can talk again.  (Looks tall.)

(Here I took a break for a couple of days, and now it’s Jan 3rd, the day I’m going to post this, so I’ll check in with Biggie one more time.)

Hey Biggie, (really fast)  Hey, do you get it?  (Asking in response to me re-reading the entry this morning.)

Yeah, I think I do, and it’s sunk in more in the past couple of days.

Biggie, what can we say to help the people reading tap into that 10% of what they do that can earn them 80% of their revenue stream?

The importance is knowing you need that time, what are you gonna do with that time?  (The time you have available when 10% of your work covers a large portion of your income.  It allows you the time to put a great amount of time and work into something that doesn’t pay off financially as well, but energetically, spiritually, compassionately, righteously, what energy does it create?)  Look at (the energy) of what you doin’.  Look.  Know that we are all of creation.  (He says this tapping the table with his knuckles for emphasis, and here he reminds me of Bob Marley, talking in rhythm.)  We are all of creation.  So what you gonna create with your life?

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Thank you Biggie, that did it.

Peace and love, (he’s tapping the peace sign to his chest, and he’s smirking because he’s teasing a bit too.  He’s got this subtle, deadpan sense of humour sometimes, he’s teasing John for being a hippie, he’s amused by the juxtaposition of his own badass, gun-toting image over the hippie image, and he’s teasing us about being / becoming “business hippies”, which he KNOWS bugs me.)  Gotta look at that, (reminder to all of us to examine the judgments we have that create blocks to the flow of money into our lives.)

Well, I hope this entry makes sense to people.  I know I’m going to be re-reading it for quite a while.

Happy New Year!

 

 

 

 

Biggie Smalls; Violence

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I generally ignore the news.  Alot of it, I just don’t need to know; and I’ve found that really important news has a way of finding me anyway.

So it is with the shooting in Connecticut.

I haven’t read an official news article about it, yet.  I found out about it this morning, when I logged onto facebook.  I don’t know the details, but I watched US President Obama give a speech with watery eyes.

I did not close my heart to this news, and I allowed my heart to go out to everyone affected by this tragedy… which is a lot of people.  I thought about it, about the juxtaposition of violence and peace in the world.  Sweetie and talked about what it all might mean.  Was this meant to happen?  Why did it happen?  How could it happen?

Biggie answered.

Biggie, could you please help me with this?

Biggie spoke in emotion at first.  He shares in the grief left in the wake of violence.  I heard, “Too many,” and “Too much.”  I didn’t know what that meant.

He showed me the connection between the grief of the families of the children recently shot, and the terror of the kids who survived, and the awful experience of death it was for the children who died.

That is no way to die, not for anyone.

He explains that the contrast of violence against the bodies and minds of children is this corrupting kind of phenomenon.  We as adults have had all sorts of little traumas that have brought us to our maturity, but kids, kids are not supposed to know fear or grief.  It’s that innocence, it’s part of our connection to heaven and it’s part of their protection as children.

Biggie widens the picture and shows me that of course, children all over know fear and grief.  Parents in any places have mourned children caught in the crossfire.  He shows me weeping parents and mourning communities, in one case a little black girl who was caught in the crossfire in her own front yard.  I believe this girl died in Toronto, and I think I vaguely remember the story.  Her house was next to a crack house, there was a drive-by shooting,  and she died in her own yard.  Her mother was lost in grief, but fired with anger that the death of her daughter did not spark outrage in the community at large.

These kids in Connecticut, they’re white kids, aren’t they?  (I’m going to google to confirm before posting this.)  Biggie shows me children the world over who die by gunfire.  So many kids in Africa, so many in Asia, in Mexico and South America.  Kids with dark skin.  Where is the outrage, where is the proper grief for these kids?

He shows me little kids in Africa holding guns.  Child soldiers.  The violence against these children defies words.

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Let the grief for those children (who died in CT yesterday) be the grief for all children who died (by gunfire, in war, in the sex-trade/trafficking industry.)  Let (the scope of our grief) expand to include all the children of the world (who need peace.)

Biggie just shares this incredible heaviness, this grief, and the understanding that it is felt by everyone on the other side, and it is felt for every child, not just those few who were noticed. 

When I asked him whether this was meant to happen, soul contracts; me, ever the seeker of the grim silver lining.  My Dad had this saying whenever he saw an intersection that needed a traffic light, or an unsafe practice that needed regulation:  he’d say, “How many people have to die for this to change?”

I wondered to Biggie, did these kids die to effect change?

The answer was so conflicting.  It was yes and no at the same time.

At first, it was no.  No one sets up to die like that.  No one.  He showed me all these threads of life, all these potential ways these kids could have lived their lives suddenly snuffed out, terminated.  No, this wasn’t planned.

And then he shows me the new changes, the new threads and futures resulting from tragedy.  Sometimes things are meant to happen simply because they happened.  Time is cyclical, in a way.  Because it happened, life plans can change retroactively.  The tragedy becomes incorporated into history, and culture.

The collapse of the World Trade Centre in New York was not planned either.  No one came in with the plan to die there.  This is something Christopher Reburn said on his podcast, and it’s a concept I had a very hard time integrating.  Something so huge, how could that not be planned?  And if it was not planned, how can there be any life plans at all?

The thing is, our life plans change.  Our soul contracts can and do change.  That’s why it’s so difficult to recover from certain losses, the loss of a child in particular.  You know in your soul that wasn’t right, that wasn’t meant to be.

And so, I ask Biggie, how can it be that these parents are creating their own reality?  How can it be anyone would want to live with such grief?

Because they are choosing to live.  (Shows me a parent choosing to follow their child to the other side, shows me how each mind is creating every moment since the, what he calls the Accident.  It feels like an accident, and so many angels struggling to save lives.  Shows me the origin of the concept of evil, a word created to describe the driving force around such events.  It’s an energy, like any other.  It gains momentum, like a tornado, and sometimes it gets out of control.)

Every day for the rest of their lives, those (parents) are going to choose how to live with their grief, or not.  That’s creating your reality.  Sometimes, it’s just choosing to live.

Biggie, this is so incredibly sad.  Is there anything I’ve forgotten to write?

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The most important part, how do we answer this violence?  What future do we choose to create?  As a culture, as a country?  Children, the world over, die of violence, die of starvation, die of disease, die of (lack of love in their lives.)  Let our hearts go out to all the children all over the world, and remember – answer this violence with a call to create a better (peaceful) world for the children surviving today. 

(Shows me a hand putting down a gun on a counter, and a form walking out the door.)  Pray for those little kids.  Pray for those who hold guns in their hands to put them down.  You know what happens when you walk out that door to shoot the (man) who shot your friend – more people die, it goes on and on.  Answer the violence with a peaceful world.  You know where that begins. 

He shows me the heart connection, going all around the world. 

Notorious B.I.G. Lessons on Wealth

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Part of this is from the comment section in the last entry, but it’s so awesome it deserves its own spot in the blog. There are also a number of subscribers who don’t read the comments as frequently, only what arrives in their email inbox, and I want to make sure they don’t miss out on anything super-cool.

Sweetie says:

A got a bit of a lesson in money from this guy last night/this morning. (Yesterday he’s said to me, "Your relationship with money is f*cked up. I’m gonna help you sort it out".

So first of all he calls up this book:

http://spiritualeconomicsnow.net/

"DON’T reread it. Just think about what it says".

I think he’s saying "don’t reread it" because she’s basically got it right but the angry energy, conspiracy theories and focus on debt ruins it.

"Right. Also you’ve learned what you need to learn from it".

Ok. So what the author is saying is that we’re sovereign spiritual beings. We can’t hold debts, only corporations can. Our birth certificates and other documents are "incorporation" documents that create a fictional "us" or straw man, and these straw men are the ones that hold debts. We confuse these creations for the real us, but they’re actually corporations that share our name.

(He thinks I’m still thinking about debt too much…)

Anyway, her other assertion is that all the money that is, is created through our signatures. WE create it. That’s why banks make you sign so much paper.

Now he’s telling me to forget all that, and just remember 2 things: 1) You are a sovereign spiritual being. YOU decide who you are. 2) YOU create your wealth. You create it out of nothing.

Okay. I get that.

"Now burn that book. It makes you angry".

It got more abstract after that. I was just waking up so that’s how it goes sometimes. He shows me a jewel-encrusted goblet. I recognize it from art history slide lectures, it belonged to St. Thomas Aquinas. (Of course I can’t find a picture of it). He’s like, "That guy had it right". I’m like, "In that beautiful objects help you contemplate God?". Him: "Yeah, I don’t know why people make a virtue out of poverty. (Shows me the Franciscan monk robe — maybe why he took exception to the Little John thing).

He explains that when you don’t have enough money you act out of fear. When your needs are met, you can act out of love. When you have more than you need you can act out of charity, you can be generous. Self-sacrifice isn’t a virtue.

He says, "It all goes back to Aristotle". He directed me to this article:

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Substance_theory

I’m going to have to tackle that later, though. Like after coffee.

Kate Replies:

Yesterday, when I was driving home, Biggie pops into the car. I feel this “What are you doing?” disbelief vibe and he says, “This car is F*cked up!” (I’m censoring for the sake of email filters.)

I just started to laugh. We do have the most messed up car I’ve ever seen. It’s a 1989 toyota tercel hatchback, 330,000 km and counting. The paint is all faded like it’s never seen wax. It’s tiny, it’s rusted all to hell. When I go over speed bumps, I worry something important will fall off. One day the rear bumper started to shift and I just punched it back on. The locks don’t work. It leaks so much oil I have to refill the oil almost as often as I fill the gas tank. There’s a crack in the windshield. The electrical’s messed up and the left turn signal won’t work.

I explained this to Biggie as I made three right hand turns to get home instead of one left hand turn. He goes, WHAT?? You drive a car that you can’t TURN LEFT? That is ridiculous, why you drivin’ this piece of sh*t?”

He then made it quite plain that we could be driving a better car. The poorest people in his home neighbourhood wouldn’t be caught dead driving a car like ours, even if it was given to them for free – they wouldn’t touch it. There’s this pride thing, like, if you drive a car like that you’re making yourself look worse off than you are, and the point of cars is to show off, have fun and have some pride!

I’d never owned a car before we moved out west – I always used public transit and rented cars for road trips. But somewhere along the way, I decided I was going to drive crappy cars to show other people how much we were struggling.

It was a stupid move, actually. I remember the day I made that decision; I was angry, and having a moment of ill-advised self pity. Kind of like the heroin addict decides to stick it to their loved ones by choosing to live on the street, I was going to be pissed off and as ugly-poor as I could look. When our first crappy car broke down in less than a year of driving it, our friends gave us their even crappier car, which we’ve been repairing and driving ever since.

Biggie says, When you not sure your car is gonna start, it’s time to get a new car. When you pray every damn time you drive it, it’s time to get a new car. WHEN YOU CAN’T MAKE A LEGAL LEFT HAND TURN – TIME TO GET A NEW CAR! Why you hangin’ on to this piece of sh*t?? Girl it’s not even funny, it’s just sad! You have the saddest car I ever seen! If this was a horse you’d have shot it a long time ago – you got to put this damn thing out of its misery. Put me out of my misery, riding around with you in this rusty coffin, what are you thinking about? Do you think you don’t deserve better? Do you think people goin’ look at you in a new car and think, “Damn, bitch be hidin’ money!” NO! They’ll be thinkin’ “BOUT DAMN TIME!”

An since when do you give a sh*t what other people think of you? You think I gave a sh*t what homies (back home) thought of me? HELL NO! I was showin’ them How To Be, showin them what it’s like for (a man) to hold money in his hand. (he’s laughing at me for what I just changed, dude I’m not writing that, then he’s like, “Dude, who am I, MC Hammer?” Well you do both wear big pants.)

So, Biggie, I promise you I am going to buy a new car. I will make you a deal – you help me find the money, I promise you I will buy that car. I know I already have the money – it’s just not in my bank account at the moment. But it’s coming, I can pull it in with my heart, like you showed me, and my mantra will help too.

I actually feel it’s important for me to pay my own money for this car, in order to feel proud about it. That fun car that I’ve been wanting for three years – an AWD Subaru hatchback wagon. (He thinks this choice is hysterically funny, and when I tell him it’s so we can go car-camping he laughs even more and says camping is a ghetto holiday, which, now that I think about it, it is a funny thing to do. Yeah, I’m going to go back into the woods and cook food over a fire and sleep in my car. Biggie shows me street people warming their hands over a fire in a steel drum; we’re doing the same thing, but in the woods. That’s a very weird thing to do for fun, for Biggie. If you sleepin’ in your car, you’ve got Problems, then he says, even the craziest homeless (guy) wouldn’t be caught dead in your car. He could get shot in your car and drag his ass out of there so he don’t die in your f*cked up car.)

Sweetie and I also realized last night that, in our hearts, we’ve been wanting very different vehicles. The car we’ve been attempting to manifest is really a compromise car that neither of us wants. She wants a standard, I want an automatic. She hates wagons, I love them. She wants something old, cute and ironic, like – I am not even exaggerating here – a tiny Shriners car or a vintage firebird convertible. I want something practical that can hold a lot of crap and drive really far. Really, we each want our own car, so we’re going to see who can get their car first. Ha!

Biggie Smalls: Believe It

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In the last entry, Sweetie mentioned in the comments that Kurt had brought in Biggie Smalls to continue to conversation. It started with this song:

and the observation that Biggie was exaggerating the *actual* hardships he experienced, in order to tell his emotional truth, and to reach others. Kurt told the story of living under a bridge; while Kurt was homeless, he generally couch-surfed. Couch surfing almost sounds like a party, and it’s tough to describe the misery of sleeping outside on your buddy’s porch. When you say, “I slept under a bridge,” people immediately connect to your experience. So it was with Biggie, eating his sardines.

Yeah, I didn’t say that to make my Mamma sad, (Shows me his mother cupping his face in her hands, and this look on her face, like, “I should smack you but I love you; you’re grown.” Her son being grown and successful… He’s showing me this push-pull relationship with his mother that was full of fierce love and fear and gratitude and prayer. They communicated without words much more eloquently than what they actually spoke aloud.)

I watched the above video, and the next morning while I was biking to work, whispering my mantra, Biggie popped in. He showed himself as this really huge presence, with a gigantic smile. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t a smile on his face, it was the energy of a smile, the feeling projected when someone smiles because they’re happy to see you.

Biggie’s one of those people who take up all the space in the room with his energy, even when he’s silent – but when he speaks, he’s heard. His body backed up his presence, but it wasn’t the reason he dominated the room.

I also get this really sweet, warm scent. I think it’s the smell of his body. There’s this quietness and tenderness. I believe he treated the women in his life with love and respect… and there were quite a few women, but only one actual love: I think he knew that woman from previous lives, so their love had a different quality than Biggie’s other flings or romances. This one woman he had this on-again, off again thing, and they just couldn’t completely get away from each other. They were always drawn together. That woman he loved, he still visits her, and she smells his body. That’s really sweet, he says he still loves her. I wonder who that is?

Biggie was really quick to comment on all the pretty young women who work here at the hospital – he reminds me of John in that way! He notices and appreciates.

Biggie picked up the conversation from “The Wallet” entry, and most of the conversation was an exchange of concepts rather than words. Biggie I hope you can help me to remember and describe what you showed us.

First of all, you’ve got to believe it. That’s the point of that song, you can change anything if you believe it.

Ah yes, I remember now. I’m reflexively resistant to that concept, but I catch myself and I try to open myself to the ideas that Biggie is so passionately trying to get across:

The thing about bein’ poor, you start to believe it, an’ you can’t believe anything is going to change. You start to feel angry, you feel things have been stolen from you. That’s not true, even if you’ve been robbed, nothing has been taken from you.

You can change anything, you just need to believe it. Believe you can change it, and you will change it. You gotta believe it. Believe it.

Biggie, what about life plans? What if we come in with these plans for lessons through suffering – can we change it?

Hell YES you can change it – that’s what I’m sayin’ to you. (His voice is really powerful and certain, as though he was thumping his fist on a table top for emphasis.) Everybody comes into life with a plan – if you didn’t have a plan, you wouldn’t come into life. That would be impossible. (Your very life is created because you have the intention to live it.)

You can change anytime. You can change everything. You can go back and re-live parts of your life again, and do things differently, if you want that experience. There are absolutely no limitations. It’s fuckin’ beautiful, we are all creation.

Biggie, did you go back and re-live parts of your own life?

Yeah, some parts. (Sister. Did he have a sister? There was something when he was younger with a teenage girl that he re-lived immediately after dying – something he regretted. It doesn’t undo what he did, but it creates another timeline where something different happens. He doesn’t show me details, he just answers the question broadly that yes, he did go back. He’s really quite private and protective of his personal life – actually, it’s the private lives of other people he’s protecting. He’s a big protector, Biggie. He took care of people, he sacrificed for other people he loved. Big courage, big respect, big love. That’s Biggie.)

Biggie showed me the timelines, and when you die, it’s like this singular timeline joins beginning-to-end to form a circle. When you die, the timeline is no longer relevant. When you look back on your life memories, you can remember multiple things in the same moment – the experiences have been created and no longer require time for them to exist. Time is temporary. It seems redundant to say that, actually.

So, the thing about “believing it” in order to change it – that’s the key.

You’ve got to face your fear. Fear will keep you in prison (and he means that literally: fear, not poverty, drives many to crime and jail.) Accept it, when you accept into your heart the sadness, that’s one way to lose the fear. It’s better to hope, (I’m reminded of the skinny boy in a German concentration camp, who still believed he would survive. He did survive, he was one of the few, and it was because he chose to hope rather than despair.)

(Now he shows me an 11 year old black boy in a classroom, looking out the window. The boy is deciding whether to hope or to succumb to fear and join a gang.)

In that moment whether you decide to hold on to hope, or to succumb to fear or despair, that’s where the “believing it” comes in. You’ve got to believe it, if you’re going to change it. Because if you don’t believe it, it can’t possibly change.

I think this has to do with the story we tell ourselves in our mind, but Biggie’s shaking his head.

Nah, it’s got nothing to do with the story in your head. It’s the feeling in your heart, that’s your truth. (tapping his chest with his fist). That’s why they say, follow your heart. The fear, that’s in your brain. The hope, and the courage, and the love, that’s in your heart. (He’s got this way of nodding his head in slow emphasis to his words.) Connect to it. That’s what you believe in. That’s what it means to believe in yourself – to believe in your heart. Everything you create, it comes from your head, or it comes from your heart. Your heart won’t never (ever?) lead you wrong. That’s where Jesus is, (smiles and shows me his mother.)

I looked and looked for a photo to match the energy of the Biggie I was speaking to, and I couldn’t find a single photo with Biggie laughing, or even cracking a smile. I was tough to find pics of Kurt cracking a smile, with Biggie it seems impossible, for the moment. He just looks to damn sad in all of those photos. Biggie, help me find one.

The words he gave me were “Biggie is the best” and “Fun with Biggie”, which yielded the photos in this entry. Thanks.

So I was reviewing this entry before posting it, and my computer shuts down and Biggie says, Just fuckin’ send it! Alrighty, I guess I got it right the first time and he doesn’t want me wasting my time. Thanks again Biggie. (Shaking his head and smiling.)