FINAL STAGE
FEBRUARY 2020
I wrote to everyone in my family to let them know I had discovered who my birth father was, but no one ever wrote back. The experience had done a number on my family and me; much healing was needed to make things right.
When I woke up on February 1, I realized it was great not having to deal with tenants anymore. I spent most of February taking it easy and relaxing. I spent a lot of time on The Transfiguration of Christ Mountain and visited Ahote and Tuwa at Hopi. Meanwhile, I began thinking about what I wanted to do next. News about the Coronavirus pandemic started to emerge worldwide.
MARCH 2020
Although I didn’t know it at the time, I began showing signs of having a mild case of COVID-19. Strangely enough, during this time, an unusual amount of Crane Flies began appearing in my apartment each night. I had to catch and release at least 2 or 3 of these delicate flies every night.
By the time the full moon of March 9, 2020, rolled around, the news about the virus had become extremely scary. Everyone was starting to panic, and groceries were flying off the shelves in local grocery stores, especially in the frozen food sections.
At the same time, I began experiencing a second round of COVID-19. This second stage was much more intense. I had chills, fever, and night sweats and could not breathe when I fell asleep. I had it all. Things got so bad one night that I decided to call the 800 number on my health insurance card to talk to a nurse or someone to keep me company. I thought to myself that I was either getting ready to leave the planet or I was about to go through another major life transition.
It was around this time that one of my nieces reached out to me on Facebook Messenger to inform me that my sister was in the hospital with pneumonia. As soon as we ended our chat session several more Crane Fly’s appeared in my apartment. That’s when I looked up the Native American meaning and discovered that The Crane Fly comes into your life to remind you of the meaning of life. Physical life is transient. You don’t need to waste it in conflicts. Don’t spend all your time living in bad blood. This prompted me to call my sister.
On Friday, March 13, 2020, I texted everyone in the family my phone number and made arrangements to speak with my sister later in the day. When I finally talked to her, she was incoherent. The doctors had her on a large dose of morphine to help her with the pain, and I could tell that she struggled with every breath. I told her that I loved her, she told me that she loved me, and we hung up the phone. And so began yet another healing process between my sister, myself, and our delicate relationship.
As COVID-19 became increasingly intense, I was forced to make a major decision. After the apartments sold at the end of January 2020, Ricardo invited me to move to Oakland, California, to help him with the house he purchased with the money he made on the apartments.
I had to decide between keeping my lease in Phoenix and possibly getting quarantined in my 300-square-foot apartment with no windows or starting a new chapter in Oakland, California, in a 100-year-old house surrounded by trees and nature with an incredible view of the Bay Area.
If I remained in Phoenix, I would have to continue paying rent while looking for a job, but in the meantime, I would get to keep my health insurance. If I moved to Oakland, I could live rent-free for a while, but I would have to reapply for health insurance in California. It was a huge risk for me.
The news reported that Italy was quarantined, and there were rumors that the same thing would happen in the United States. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I would go completely insane if I got quarantined in my 300-square-foot apartment with no windows. This is what prompted me to head to Oakland—returning to North Carolina was not an option. I couldn’t risk traveling across the country and exposing my sister to COVID-19.
On March 17, 2020, I loaded up my van with as much stuff as I could cram in it, called a vehicle carrier, and had it shipped to Oakland, California, the next day. That night, humanity experienced a major alignment in the heavens involving Saturn, Jupiter, Pluto, Mars, and my ruling planet, the Moon. (The moon rules the astrological sign of Cancer.) This was the night that my battle with COVID-19 was at its worst.
I spent the next day in bed, only getting out to eat or use the restroom. Since my van had been shipped to California, I couldn’t leave my apartment; I had to have food delivered. The night before, I placed a space heater by my bed, and the dry heat seemed to dry up all of the symptoms almost immediately. Over the next twenty-four hours, the Moon began to pull away from the other planets. This was the position of the planets on Wednesday night, March 18, 2020.
My van was scheduled to be delivered to my new address the following morning. March 19, 2020, just happened to be the Spring Equinox. I rented another van that afternoon, the exact same day that the governor of California issued a statewide shelter-in-place order. I was stressed out to the max and completely exhausted not only by my illness but by everything else that was going on. But I kept pushing forward. I couldn’t change my mind. There was no going back. The further the Moon pulled away from the other planets the stronger I became.
I loaded up my rental van with as much stuff as possible and set out for California the following morning, March 20, 2020. After driving twelve straight hours across parts of Arizona and California…
I arrived in Oakland Hills, California, on March 20, 2020, at 9:00 PM. Ricardo and I spent that night unloading my rental van. Suddenly, I was in a completely different reality. Ricardo was, without a doubt, a kindred spirit.
I fell asleep sometime later when I had several dreams or what felt like visitations.
The first dream involved an Asian woman who wanted to show me her artwork. She made sure to point out that she was very attractive. As I looked at the canvas, it was completely blank. I turned to her and told her I couldn’t see anything on the canvas, but I confirmed that she was beautiful. She kept staring at the canvas with a blank look on her face.
In the second dream, which felt like it took place immediately after the first dream, a young girl appeared. She grabbed my hand, twirled me around, and made me dance with her. She was full of joy and happiness, and the two of us danced together in the living room.
In the third dream, a young boy appeared. He was maybe 3 or 4 years old. He came over to where I was sleeping and hugged me. The energy from the hug went right through me. It had a tremendous effect on me, both spiritually and physically. I experienced a potent healing.
I had several other dreams that night but only remembered those three. I woke up the following morning and told Ricardo about my visitations. I initially thought that these souls had lived in this house at different times over the last 100 years and made a point to introduce themselves to me. Ricardo told me that the house was built in 1924, and I told him that was the year my natural father was born. It was 03/21/2020.
That afternoon, I photographed downtown Oakland, San Francisco, and parts of the Bay Area from the deck facing west. I had never lived in a place with such an amazing view.
On the same day, at sunset, I snapped a second photograph of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge from the north end of the deck.
After eight long years of playing the role of the Lost White Brother, the Universe finally brought me to my next destination.