To know me,

look inside yourself.

I’ll speak,

I’ll share.

The words will hit your cage.

The sound distorted,

you’ll only see and hear what’s inside your walls.

You’ll project the parts that hold you hostage.

You’ll think that is me.

Everyone is the same and

I’m just a mirror.

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“Do you really think you can create something that works for everyone?”

The young hitchiking Canadian and I stood, wind blowing our hair, overlooking Seton Lake reservoir. We were somewhere north of Pemberton where I had collected him, but somewhere south of 100-mile, where his family was waiting. I was driving to Alaska.

After all the stops this month on the drive to re-establish residence in Glennallen, Alaska, I didn’t have time to soak in the scenery for more than a snap with my iPhone and a few novice clicks with my new Nikon D3000.

“We’re on vacation!”

The Canadian chirped to demonstrate his understanding that I had never been here and would make several spontaneous pull-offs for a few photos.

The conversation had been fairly mundane up until this point: talk about outdoor activities, and a lot of talk about our cats. As we stood looking at the lake, things finally began to turn towards…where it always turns.

As the topic rose, I mentally buckled in; explaining how I want to help people transform their lives has become a small stressor, only because I haven’t yet found the right words. The topic comes up and poof I pop through the ceiling and sit on top of a bed of clouds. The vastness and intangible quality of it…what is my mission again? Bringing my palm to my forehead feels like the appropriate gesture during these moments.

Somehow though, the words flowed. I could hear myself making sense. We spent the next three hours talking about how to develop your intuition, using your dreams to help navigate life and what to do when you find yourself “sacrificing yourself” so others don’t have to suffer (but are actually causing more suffering for them by doing it).

He listened, asked questions, and engaged fully. This felt easy. It felt fun.

After four or five fast hours, we reached 100 mile, a town in British Colombia where his family was waiting to pick him up. A quick hug and a wave, then I turned back onto highway 97 headed North. I thought back to his original question when we had stopped at Seton Lake.

How could I make a system for personal transformation, surrender and spiritual progress that works for everyone?

Then I thought, do I even want to?

I thought of organized religion; how each system believed there was only one way. The way. The only way.

I didn’t believe there was one way, or any right way to get anywhere or do anything. There are just ways, and where you are trying to go, and your intentions.

I abandoned the quest as I began to realize I was acting no differently in trying to create something with the intention that it would work for everyone.

It just feels like everyone will find their way, the way, a way, any way, eventually. I am not here to tell everyone how to be God, I’m here to tell anyone what I know. They will see in me what they need and they will hear from me what they can hear; afterall, for now, I’m just a mirror.