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It was the summer of 1996 and I was living in Central Square, in Cambridge MA.
I’d moved up there the year before to become a street/subway musician, and that was easy enough to do, once I overcame the fear.(which is another entirely different story)
In the mornings, I’d work at the coffee shop down the street from my apartment. And then in the afternoon/evenings I’d go play music in Harvard Square, a subway train station, or a gig.
The goal was simply to be playing somewhere every day.
We all have an urge to “get somewhere in life” or to “accomplish something.”
It has always resonated with me that we are here in these bodies on earth for a reason. It couldn’t possibly be simply because two rocks collided and there was an explosion and that this is all just some freak of nature mistake.
It is all too perfect.
If there is a reason for us to be here, if there is something for us to do, then we must find out what it is and do it. We are supposed to have those urges to “get somewhere in life”. We are supposed to have goals and intentions in life.
Heck, they can do just about anything to a body part such as the heart. They are doing amazing things with stem cells, though you have to travel outside the USA. (which more and more people are doing, and my friend Lesta says that insurance companies are actually offering that now!?!?)
But even if they figured out how to create a heart, how to create a body, then how would the create the Spirit?
There are a lot of things we don’t know.
This is a most special year for me.
Though I don’t know the exact date, it was around this time of year in 1994, that I had my self-realization”. It happened before Thanksgiving, and most likely in early to mid November of that year. If it feels to you like I write about it too much or mention it to frequently, then please understand that this moment of self-realization was the moment that I was reborn.
So many things shifted within me in a single instant that it would take a lifetime to write them all down, and words wouldn’t really describe it anyway. As OSHO said, “My words are fingers pointing to the moon.”
It was in my twenty fifth year here on earth that I got my calling.
Choirs of angels sounded, there were brilliant flashes of light, and it was as if one Kyle was just instantly replaced with “the new Kyle”. Not only did I change, everything in the Universe changed. I mean everything.
As many of you know, my calling was to be a musician.
I had been playing music since before I can really remember. Even as a very small child, I can remember being able to find little tunes on plastic toy guitars I’d get my parents to buy me. You couldn’t actually tune these, but I was then just as I am now; I can play a tune on a hammock string or anything else that makes noise.