Happy Holidays, traveling companions! Cureado here again with the last installment of a four-part blog on my Crealitation success story. Before I start this final portion of the tale, I ask that wherever you are Now, wherever you have been, and wherever you are headed, you take the time to find some peace among the endless details of these holidays. Often, I find the most challenging barriers to my finding peace are of my own design. I become so consumed by my own story that I forget to stop and let my cares and worries fall away. Following my breath in and following my breath out, with no fretting about anything, connects me to what this season is all about – peace, and the light it brings into the world. Take a moment now to find your own peace. It really is that simple. Later I’ll tell you how you can remember to practice this daily and use it to live the life you love. But for now, back to the story.
In case you missed my earlier writings, I have been practicing the art of Crealitation for the last four years. Cassidy A. Maze, inventor of this process, has skillfully guided me through the earliest stages of recognizing the life I love, defining the steps necessary to living that life, and then making requisite changes. After three years of preparation, my fourth year of Crealitation took me to a heightened level.
It began with me taking a leap of faith – leaving my job to pursue, among other interests, writing and recording music. Six months were spent composing songs that tell a story I have been writing for many years now. I then recorded the best demos I could assemble on my own, a process I truly love. I realized, however, that I needed the help of a skilled producer to make the overall project surpass my expectations. When I mentioned this to Maze, she introduced me to Kenny Siegal, a producer in upstate New York with whom she had worked many times and recommended highly. Kenny and I connected and plans for recording my music started to unfold.
The process required trips from South Dakota to New York. Maze and her wonderful family welcomed me to the Art Farm in November, my second visit there this year, and third trip overall. I smile recollecting that I have spent nearly three weeks at the Art Farm, what I have come to think of as my “home-away-from-home.” I am so deeply grateful for this gift in my life.
Maze and Kenny both introduced me to extraordinary musicians who applied their talents to bringing my dream to reality. When last I wrote, I reported on finishing five amazing days at Old Soul Studios. In those days we completed recording and mixing truly exceptional versions of five of my songs. With that great accomplishment, I began my departure back to South Dakota.
It is here a major lesson of the return trip entered the picture. As I left Old Soul Studios I contemplated returning to the Art Farm to say goodbye to Maze one more time before hitting the road, but recognizing I had 1,500+ miles to go, and with the aftermath of a winter storm still moving across northwestern New York, I would need as much driving time as I could muster. Despite my intuition softly saying, “slow down”, I clung to the idea that I needed to be on the road now.
Less than 100 miles later, west bound on NY I-90, I found myself driving on ice covered roads. I live in South Dakota where winter is often 5 months long, so this type of travel is not new to me. My intuition again said, “slow down”, and I did. But traveling at 35 miles an hour, the urge to make better time took over. After all, I had control of my vehicle. I started to pass the slower traffic. Then, ahead of me, a minivan lost control and began fishtailing and then swerving wildly. To prevent a collision I headed to the shoulder. Unfortunately, at that same moment, the shoulder was exactly where the wayward vehicle slid. The minivan stopped directly in front of me and I took the only angle available to avoid hitting it. This resulted in my car lodging alongside the road in a two-and-a-half -foot-deep, snow pile left by the snow plows.
Intuition stepped in again, but this time not mine. My car had literally no more than stopped, my heart beating rapidly from what had just transpired, when my phone rang. It was my wife Helen calling. She has been amazingly supportive of all aspects of me pursuing my dream, including moral support when traveling. “Just checking in to see how the drive is going,” she told me. I advised her of what had just transpired. Her voice, her concern for my welfare, and her pragmatic review of circumstances calmed me down. The adrenaline rush I had been experiencing dissipated. I told her I would let her know when I was back on the road.
I worked on digging my car out, but it was high-centered by the deep snow. Eventually, reality was undeniable. I needed help to get out of the snow. A New York state trooper pulled up, checked to make sure I was okay, and called a tow truck.
The wait for the tow truck lasted roughly two hours. I laugh now at the notion that, had I gone to visit Maze as I considered that morning, the extra time would have allowed the roads to become less hazardous. I may have avoided the incident all together had I followed my intuition, and I would have made better time in the long run from not sitting in a snow bank for two hours. I again re-learned a lesson that has been in front of me since childhood. Listen to your intuition.
The rest of the ride home was long but uneventful. Helen called with weather updates – there were many areas of freezing rain ahead -- and offered recommendations for altering my route. It would mean sixty extra miles driving, but the lack of ice would mean quicker and less stressful travel. I took her advice. The drive home went smoothly.
I arrived home in time for Thanksgiving. 17 members of our family made it to Watertown for the day – including my daughter and son who had their own winter driving tales to tell. Everyone was safe and we celebrated togetherness with deep gratitude. There was lots of laughter and joy in a day that included brunch, an evening feast, and “family game night” around the table after the dishes were done. It is good to be home.
Home is an interesting term. There is, of course, the house in which I live, but we all know “home” means something more. Home is the people we love and because of them it is a place where we can go and be beyond drama. Home is where we are not judged but rather welcomed immediately regardless of what may otherwise divide us. You leave pettiness behind when you return home. Home does not see failure in your life, but rather rejoices in the journey and its challenges. There is only room for love at home, and during the holidays -- which literally means "holy days" -- peace, the holiest state I know, reigns supreme. When you return home you will become present. When you are Here Now, you know peace.
In my "home of homes" lives my entire family – relatives, both living and dead, friends from childhood to current times, a lengthy list of musicians who have inspired and guided and performed with me or whom I have admired at a distance. Of course, this includes my family at the Art Farm, who welcomes me like we have always known each other. They are my home too.
We are all on this journey home together. If my understanding of the physics involved is even close to accurate, eventually we will remember that everyone and everything is heading to that same home. There is much to remember on our way t*Here. Much to learn. Much capacity for love to be developed. Many gifts to be discovered to help others remember they too are on this trip with us.
Maze has created a process that helps us remember the journey Home by creating the reality we love. Are you Crealitating yet? By entering your quiet station each day, lighting a candle and saying, “thank you”, you set the process in motion. By starting a Crealitation journal, you will find your deepest connections to life surfacing like a road map. By choosing spirit guides you set your own spirit free to remind you how much you already know. The life we love awaits each of us. If you have already found yours, I am truly happy for you. But for most of us, reaching deeper is essential and we do that by following a process. We achieve our dreams by following routines. The routine, or “route-in” as Maze reminds me, will evolve as you remember your path, but without the process and routine, it is easy to be captured by distraction and be lulled into sleep that strips us of our power to create the life we love.
Through practicing Crealitation, I uncovered my dreams. Deeper dreams than I knew I had. I am pursuing them and seeing them come into being before my eyes. My music is being made by world class musicians and producers. It sounds spectacular. My book is unfolding before me. My game to teach collaborative peace is coming together. All of this was only a vague dream a few years back. Now much of it is tangible with more unfolding each time I sit down to work on it. This is the result of my getting to know Maze and allowing her to teach me her system.
Crealitation is a huge success for me. It can be for you, too. To get started, subscribe to the "Dear You... Daily" at crealitation.com. When you subscribe you can download a free copy of my song, To Be Here featuring Lady Moon in her role as G.E. Fox from Crealitation, the Musical.
Speaking of G.E. Fox, I am excited she has returned to Camp Now. I look forward to her continuing to share her insight and experience as the telling of her story unfolds and we see even deeper into the power of Crealitation.
That's all for Now. Remember, as we practice the Crealitation together, we will find peace. We will awaken in the dream. We will find our way home…together.
Happy Holidays, Traveling Companions! Love and Peace to you all.