Each of us embraces a vortex of energy manifested from the past, present, and future. Some believe that time moves their soul through different dimensions of earthly passage, as stage for incarnation and karmic purpose. Others believe we are simply here consequent to our parents’ decision to have a child…by choice or otherwise.
Déjà vu, dreams, premonitions, clairvoyance, extraordinary happenings, alien species, imagination, mental disorder, and psychic extensions suggest alternate levels of our coexistence. They also challenge us away from expected perceptions and logistical reasoning. Conversely: adversity, love, greed, regret, jealousy, glee, compassion, and desire meld us within realms of earthly cohabitation.
There are many sides to our existential travel through time and destiny’s superposition. Whether you are a psychic, single parent, child, wretched individual, challenged, enlightened, or with roots from another planet, your life’s visions will be embodied in soul, or veiled as such by imbalanced perception.
How do I know this to be true? Perhaps I don’t; many true things are not soundly known by an individual, though this does not necessarily render them as faux. In fact, knowing truth is perhaps an adulteration of its essence. It is a gift of fundamental nature, though one’s interpretation of it may be indistinct.
For me, life is understood by its outcomes: happy, sad, substantive, surreal, known, unknown, yin and yang, all comprised from traversing realisms and interpretations that have manifested these states from within. Such experiences, and amalgamation with others, have shaped my captivating life through destiny’s passage.
One cannot relish life’s intensity without opening their heart intently. Love without experiencing hate or anger is pure, but one-dimensional. Ethics without violation are protected by purity, but not empathy. Lightheartedness cohabitates with abjection, as either will be otherwise empty. Yin and yang flow as proportioned by one’s fate and volition to grow. There in lies appreciation of life’s magnificent gifts, merged between euphoria and adversity—as is nature’s way.
In 2002, television aired the novel show, “American Idol.” 178 amazing vocal finalists spawned over 14 seasons to 2015. Before Idol, most of this talent performed in small venues for sporting events, talent shows, bands and the like. But after their TV appearances, many of their careers catapulted. The show tipped the notoriety scale like never before, giving anyone an opportunity to transcend their “apprenticeship” singing talent toward stardom.
I mention this show because it illustrates that an individual does not necessarily have to be a famous singer, or renowned anyone, from which to gain from them inspiration and knowledge. American Idol proved this true. Further, there are thousands of ordinary persons who, perhaps on a smaller scale, have engaged in similar hardship or feats as Abe Lincoln, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Dr. Christine Darden, Alison Hargreaves, and other legendary figures, but their life stories are not eminent. Add to this countless other persons, who against odds, have transformed their lives or others’.
Such stories could be insightfully written, but it’s a challenging task endeavored by few. Paralleling American Idol creator Simon Fuller’s vision, I, an ordinary person, have a captivating chronicle to share—one designed to enthuse readers with fascination and historical insight. And while they say history repeats itself, the past 60 years have been so evolved that they may mark the end of an otherwise consistent societal fabric over the past two millenniums.
Maybe Y60 will rank in the top 15 of this season’s life stories; I guess we’d need a “Life Idol” show for that. Stardom or not, following is a true account of my passage through a remarkable era us baby-boomers lived, up to today’s litigious cyber world. It is written through the eyes of a boy and acuity of the man, beginning in Silicon Valley, California’s earliest suburbs. The book is a hybrid writing that ties in many historical happenings, widespread acts of financial and governmental corruption, plus a novel approach to managing some of today’s common life challenges.
Our past six decades formed a unique conduit that has united us baby boomers, and Generation X, from many fronts. I am grateful that providence has spun me to love and appreciate this iconic time period, despite hardship and pain. As you read, my memoirs will also be a reflection of you, transpired from my episodic life of pedestrian happenings, to extraordinary events of mesmeric caliber.
Though this book was aspiring to write, chapters involving my brother and family’s perplexity were difficult to bare, particularly with repeated editing. It took a lot of my usual intense workouts and unique connection to these loved ones to cope with this aspect. The civil rights era, including history’s brave struggle for women’s equality, was compelling to research and relive.
In all, Y60 was not written for the usual motives of healing from life’s adversity, working through midlife change, and other such milestones. I had already embraced and understood my destiny’s 52 cards once my brain synapses established clarity around age 50. Instead, my work over 400 pages enabled me to relive my life with profound detail, piercing memories, lightheartedness, and vast appreciation. Who gets such an opportunity…few. I am grateful.
Further, it was fascinating that key events in the book, such as corruption in our government, Wall Street, and judicial system, and oppositely, the loss of my family members, unfolded in real time during my writing. This added an acute dimension of realism. Other happenings from my past were wondrous and literally like going back in a time machine.
In summary, I believe that nature’s path is innately deep-rooted, as are experiences in spirit and fateful wisdom. Could such truths serve as a foundation for all aspects of life? And if so, how can one balance the dark and light sides of their inimitable existence? The outcomes of these and other discernments are unveiled, as my journey guilelessly unfolds through “Y60.”