Words from the author
On a sunny Sunday on the island of Bali, paradise, I was on my scooter on my way to my favorite coffee shop after a very unsuccessful surf session. I can already feel the heat of the sun mixed with the cool breeze, and the sight of beautiful-looking people everywhere.
I arrived and sat down at my favorite table. I can see the inside of the café as well as the passersby. The waiter greeted me with that famous warm Balinese smile, “Good morning, good weather today, good waves today or no?” which I replied to, “Yeah, it was good.” even tho it wasn’t, “Want the usual?” “Yeah, I want the croissant extra warm today.” “Sure, can I take the menu?” “Yeah sure”.
I remember that I used to journal about days like this. It’s all I wanted to, be FREE, and here I was exactly in the life that I used to dream about.
I checked my pockets. I couldn’t find my cigarettes. I got up to check my bike to find a half-empty pack. I got back to my table and lit one. Coffee hasn’t even arrived yet. It’s weird how much I smoke now. Before I came here, I hadn’t even thought about smoking in 7 whole years, and now I am averaging 3 to 4 packs, it’s weird. My cigarette was done before I even noticed. How do I smoke so fast?
On the outside, people were jealous of my life. The question that I got the most during my first two years in paradise was, “What do you do?” people saw me always out, surfing, tanning, hanging out with friends, riding, feeding stray dogs, hanging out with women, or simply napping.
On the outside, everything was what I asked for, but it’s been 4 months now where I was walking around with a heavy feeling in my heart. It’s like I was free on the outside but bound on the inside. It’s a weird feeling that reminds me of my childhood.
I felt like something bad was coming, and lo and behold, 3 months later, I was in the worst shape of my life. I started losing my hair. I lost my dream job, and I was forced to leave Paradise and return to the normal world.
I then had a year of discovery. I went through the most intense mental breakdown. The question that was occupying my mind the most was what went wrong? How did I go from the tip top (in my definition) to lower than when I decided to pursue my dreams?
A year went by, 100+ books later, long hours of meditation and introspection, I understood what went wrong. I stopped directing my reality and instead was directed by it.
Reality is fair, extremely fair in a way where she will always take you to where you want to go. Whether you choose the destination consciously or unconsciously is irrelevant.
And this was the birth of Reality Channeling, a utilitarian model designed to help you control the direction your reality will take, based on universal metaphysical laws of consciousness.
