June 30, 2010
Day 1 – 43: Defying Gravity
Day 2 – 3: Miracle Making
Day 3 – 46: Absolute Certainty
Day 4 – 28: Soul Mate
Day 5 – 48: Unity
Day 6 – 18: Fertility
Day 7 – 43: Defying Gravity
Day 8 – 39: Diamond In The Rough
Day 9 – 21: Eradicate Plague
Day 10 – 38: Circuitry
Day 11 – 45: The Power of Prosperity
Day 12 – 7: DNA of the Soul
Day 13 – 1: Time Travel
Day 14 – 31: Finish What You Start
Upon waking, I discovered that Gary had prepared sourdough pancakes. They had to be the best pancakes I’d ever had. They were delicious.
Gary and I spent the morning reviewing some more details, and I checked in with my spirit guides and teachers before calling a friend who agreed to do a reading for me.
During the reading, I was told the following:
- The hawks I continued to see during my journey were teachers, helping me stay on track throughout my adventure.
- The owl I saw at the beginning of this chapter was a spirit guide who made sure I embarked on this particular part of my journey. It was there to remind me to keep going. I still had work to do.
- She wanted to ensure that I understood that I was returning to Portland a different person and spirit than when I left in February. She said I would be experiencing Oregon and Washington from an entirely new perspective this time and not expect the same lifestyle.
- She told me to have fun, play, and work hard.
- She then provided helpful suggestions on how Gary and I would work together effectively and what we should focus on to get various projects underway.
After our reading, Gary and I headed to Hood River for a bite. After lunch, as I was pulling out of the parking lot, a hawk flew across the parking lot and into the woods across the highway. This particular hawk seemed to be having a lot of fun. He danced on the wind and rocked back and forth as it made its way through the Columbia River Gorge. I knew this hawk was telling me it was now time to celebrate and be joyful.
After lunch, Gary drove to his parents’ house, and I drove to Rooster Rock State Park for a nude hike and to commune with nature.
I was so excited to be back in the Portland area. Before I left, I thought I had no idea how my 72 Days of God journey was going to turn out. So many things could have happened to change the course. However, everything had been taken care of every step of the way.
I thought back to a reading I had when I lived in Denver, Colorado, a couple of years before starting this journey. A seer had told me that I had spent time with Jesus Christ in a previous lifetime. I supposedly had returned in this lifetime to pass on a vital message hidden in the meaning of my name, William Christopher Jordan. The meaning of my name appeared to bring with it a great deal of responsibility. It was my responsibility to somehow give meaning to the concept of “Christ Consciousness” and the message of “Unconditional Love.”
I believed in unconditional love with all of my heart and soul, even though it was sometimes tough to accomplish.
“The God that loves all other Gods unconditionally is the true universal God. All Gods’ hearts, minds, and souls are in the heart, mind, and soul of man. Teach your God how to love unconditionally.” – Chris
That evening, I drove over to visit my friend, Rick. I had stored several things in his house on February 16, the day I left Portland and headed for Lincoln City, Oregon when I began the first part of my 72 Days of God journey. I remember telling Rick that if something happened to me on my trip, and I never actually made it back to Portland, he could have everything I left behind. That’s how uncertain I was about my life at the journey’s onset.
As soon as I pulled up to Rick’s house, I knocked on the front door, and he hugged me. It was so good to see a familiar face. Rick and I spent the evening reconnecting and catching up with one another. He told me about the long, cold spring that had taken place in Portland and how everyone thought they’d never see the sun again, and I shared with him various parts of my journey that I didn’t include in my journal. During our conversation, he showed me that everything I had left behind was still in a safe place. That comforted me.
I stepped outside to look at Rick’s garden and, while taking photos of some flowers, couldn’t help but glance over at the St. Johns Bridge, my favorite bridge in Portland. I remembered looking at the bridge the day I left Rick’s house in February and wondered if I would ever have the opportunity to see it again. Well, here I was, reveling in its majestic beauty once more.
Little did I realize then, but the St. John Bridge would be the perfect symbol for what would happen to me over the next several weeks.
“Dreaming that you are crossing a bridge means an important decision or a critical junction in your life. This decision will be a positive change, with prosperity and wealth on the horizon. Bridges represent a transitional period where you will move on to a new stage.”
At this point, all of the Kabbalah meditations, along with the messages from the hawks, owls, other animals, and eclipses, started to make sense.
They all would lead me to something that would change my life.