About me

I have always been a traveller, a wanderer. I was an army brat until I was 7 or so, and then my family moved every few years between Florida and Texas. When I was 16, I stayed in Texas with my dad and met my best friend. From then on, I had a wanderlust and travelled all over the States and few other countries.
I always seem to come back to Florida, as my Mom and sister live here. But Florida is not what I call a perfect place, a Shangri-la. So every now and again, I will pickup and go, always looking for that perfect place, where the light is just right.
Last year, I started a walk across America and got as far as Texas, before a puma crossed my path.
I am not in a hurry to get anywhere, but seem to have diminishing tolerance for a life that I feel I haven't chosen. That had been good for my soul but not so much for my physical welfare. I have been homeless for the last two months, though living in a car now. Im not much bothered by it. It does have its hassles, but I feel as though I've been homeless for most of my life, so not actually having a place to call home isn't a big change.
But I've been searching for a place where I can be happy. The walk was all about that. But I think with my poor diet and the condition of my body, i was just ready for an oasis, any oasis. And the puma was a good excuse as any.
I think that because of the way I've lived my life, not really going back where I have tread, that maybe my reality has changed more than it would if I lived and worked in the same place for years on end. I have always found that when I first get to a new place, that I am most in tune with serendipity, and positive things happening.
I'm 47 and though I don't feel my age, I am done with being a wayward traveller. I want to be happy in the now. It's a struggle, to weigh the pressures of money versus where I want to be, where I think I will be most happy. But sometimes you just need to do something stupid and trust that its all going to work out.

My Path and the Mandela Effect

Recently I had a run-in with a change in this world that I can't readily explain. I recently moved to Sarasota, and was living near a gym that I visited daily. In the same plaza, there is a breakfast restaurant that I would pass regularly called the Broken Egg. That's what the sign said anyway. I remember doing a job search for a line cook and it showing up on my map as The Original Egg, but that was not visible as a sign.
I'm an artist and certain things stand out to me. The sign was in red lettering with a slim white border that was not the same width around the letters giving it a jagged look. I remember it clearly.
And then one day, the sign was gone, replaced with a sign stating it was The Original Egg, and it was older and somewhat yellowed. It was also left aligned instead of center aligned like it's former, with no placeholders that showed that the sign had been changed.
I'm  fan of sci-fi, and fairly open-minded, so assumed that there must have been a shift in my reality.
This wasn't the first time my memory remembered differently, but I've dismissed such things as I'm not overtly a left brain kind of guy. I am reasonably intelligent but see the world more abstract than with pure logic.
I recently went to Texas, denison specifically, where I spent some formative years. The town has changed as you would expect. But there are some distinct differences now from then. I remember a Ford dealership "Hilltop Ford" that has never existed. There were other buildings and spatial differences, and a feeling of wrongness.
I stayed with a friend of mine while there, and we started reminiscing. We remember things completely different. That's not so unusual. But as a for instance, while travelling, he remembers his cousin and my best friend going to Arkansas to dig up crystals, whereas I remember it just being the two if us. A whole person is missing in my memory.
So recently I started doing some internet searches. Right off I found some videos about Bashar, a channelled entity by Darryl Anka. He talks about moving through parallel realities and that just makes perfect sense to me. It explains a lot.
Other searches led me to the subject, the Mandela Effect, from which my mind is still reeling. Apparently this was an internet trend since 2012, but I'm just hearing about it now. Strange because just a few months back, while in Texas I did a search for parallel realities and found zip.
The Mandala Effect is a phenomena where people remember things very differently than the apparently are.
Alot of people seem to be turning it into a National Treasure thing and creating different logic to fit their beliefs. Masonic conspiracies abound with everything from government conspiracies, masonic secrets, to being stuck in the Matrix.
But for me it's about intention, emotion, and possibilities and the path of the happiest version of me.
The trail ahead, I can see it now, is in the changing of the light to something wistful and beautiful.
If you don't get it, that's okay. You might in the next incarnation, the next shift.