The Road Onward: Nothing behind me, Everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road
A series of photographs taken on the road, as I traveled across the country leaving the home that I loved in Seattle, to return to my birth home that I had spurned for as long as I could remember. This time, however, I was hopeful on the road home, knowing in a way I couldn't understand that the road ahead was new, leading me to a place I want to be, a place I belong.
“I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.”
“I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved. ”
“And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, wiht a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. - Sal Paradise”
“the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night. ”
“Great laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the spirit of the Mountain was thinking; and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great western slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Springs, and dropped, and led you to the eastern Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness now as we fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. And beyond, beyond, over the Sierras the other side if Carson sink was bejeweled bay-encircled nightlike old Frisco of my dreams. We were situated on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night, eastward over the plains where somewhere a man with white hair was probably walking toward us with the Word and would arrive any minute and make us silent.”
“The world really does not matter, but God has made it so, and so it matters in God, and He Hath Aims for it, which we cannot know without the understanding of obedience. There is nothing to do but give praise. This is my ethic of “art” and why so.”
So often, people feel like "there's got to be more to life..."
You need to know that your life purpose exists and who you are serves a greater purpose in this world.
How do I know about this?
...from my unique challenges in life, starting from when I almost died in an accident, then was later diagnosed with a paralyzing auto-immune disease, and risked everything I had ever created in order to recover my health and ultimately my happiness.
I learned teachable techniques that helped me to grow a meaningful business which serves people around the world, and live a life filled with love, purpose, adventure, and miracles.
The same techniques I've used to create a life worth living, I have taught to many people who have then become fulfilling in life and I'd like to teach you how to start finding and restoring your life purpose too. I can promise that you will never look at life the same way again.