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THE IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP WITH SELF

On the eve of June 26th 2014, a disaster took
place which changed my life. Weeks leading up to
this particular Universal event, I had been
receiving spiritual signs to shift my thought
patterns; in order to ensure that things will turn
out the way I desired. I felt I was on the right path.
When I woke up on June 27th at 5am to the new
moon, and began to speak my new moon wishes, I
realized the meaning of June 26th– the lesson of
self-importance. I assumed that what was
supposed to take place on June 26th was getting on
the path of receiving half a million dollars. I
thought my prayers were being answered for the
years of struggle and pain, working from check to
check, and the desire to get things off the ground. I
did not know that the Universal answer to my
prayers would shock the hell out of me; in order to
move me out of the hell, where I was creating my
life.
Allow me to you to take you to the moment of
disaster: Through my network, I received a special
invitation from New York City’s Mayor, Bill de
Blasio, to join him at his home, Gracie Mansion
for a celebration of the best and hardworking
service providers and advocates who fight for
LGBTQ issues and make powerful impact in their
work. I was grateful for the acknowledgement
from people who I hold in such high regard.
On that same day, I had scheduled a call with a
business investor who works with some of the most
amazing companies, and has the ability to invest
half a million to 2 million dollars into a company.
After meeting him, and continuously emailing him
for 6 weeks, he agreed to talk on the phone. The
only time available was during the celebration I
was attending at the Mayor’s Mansion. Though I
did have the option to reschedule for a future date,
I decided to take the phone call on June 26th. The
intention was to have a full day of celebration that
will blast open doors of a successful life ahead.

Arriving late at the Mayor’s mansion, I had 30
minutes to mingle before the phone call. I spent
most of my time looking for a quiet spot to speak
on the call. When I found a spot it was in the
middle of the Port-a-Potty area. The phone rang. I
had rehearsed my pitch and the reason that I
desired to speak with him, but when I spoke I was
completely out of sync with my intention. I heard
the words in my head screaming to me “ask him to
guide me as a mentor.” I ignored them. The
Mayor began to speak over the loud speakers. I
ran out of the mansion area and into a nearby
park to get away from the interruption. In
embarrassment, my ego’s mind had jumbled up
what I was supposed to say. My hands scoured for
the words on the paper that I had written, which
confused the thoughts that my heart intended to
articulate; and my genuine thoughts were trapped
in between fear and judgment. The call was an
experience of unclarity, loss for words, and
constant apologies, which lasted for 30 minutes. No
real response ever came forth from the investor.
His last parting words were for me to always be
specific in asking for the help that I desire. The call
that I had thought would lead me into financial
freedom had ended horribly in despair. I thought
to at least get back to the ceremony with The
Mayor and savor something worthwhile of the
evening. As I approached the gates of Gracie
Mansion to regain entrance, the torturous blow of
that evening was fatefully sealed. There was no
reentry. I felt like a hot iron rod branded that
moment into eternity, and it was the Universes will.
I sat outside of the gate a prisoner of my own selfdoubt, self-imposed fear, self-judgment; while
hearing the celebration and the roar of the crowd
inside of Gracie Mansion cheering on the Mayors
words.
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