"2nd Avenue Flip" – September 5th, 2000

The Portal Between Worlds

– It could be said the quest began when I had my experience with the 2nd Avenue flip. Where I was sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I moved between realities. That somehow, I shifted circumstances and conditions to another world. When traveling the Blackrock, I been mulling over the events, feeling into them. A sense of grand violation had occurred, and it churned within me. I felt i'd not honored myself, that i'd given the power of my perception over to someone else. I didn't like it. It felt compromised, and it pushed on me all throughout the journey. As I had come back and confronted her and then walked by her way another time, something had shifted. Something deep. The idea that I could shift into another reality cemented. There was a recognition that the way we dealt with the challenges upon our quest and the vibrational terrain we lived in were intrinsically linked. That by somehow resolving one thing it changed the shape of the other, moving a person from one manifest reality to another. What's also meaningful here is the transformative energy ….

GOING TO THE DIVINATOR ON 4th STREET, then it disappearing – On the way to Blackrock, going to see the divinator and giving them too much money, then going back to demand it back, honouring my sovereignty. Facing that, returning, to discover that it had vanished. Recognizing this as movement between the realms, a portal. Such was the nascent feeling of the Idea coming through.

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In it's way, this initiated the nature of the realms, the sense that there was a connection between the experiences of my consciousness and my manifest reality – that there was some way to "correct" the chaos, and it was related directly to my journey through life.

2002 – "Call to Adventure"

One of the defining moments that set me upon the Quest happened in between 1st and 2nd avenue in New York City for it was there that I saw how to move between realities.

Wandering the edges of the eastern border of Manhattan, I discovered a oracle. A card reader. And decided to give her a try. She invited me into her parlor and did the cards. After the reading, she asked me if I wanted a deeper, purifying ritual. I was reticent, yet I agreed.

“I need to get some special candles …” she says, and wants to charge me $600.  It feels strange to me, yet in my naïveté and belief in the magic and agree to give her the money.

It bothered me.  Nagging all throughout my time at the City of Dreams, I kept having a sensation. One where I felt I had not honoured something within me. Something important. Something that demanded itself into being.

The feeling continued as we drove back. ever-clarifying. Where the discomfort of the monies I had spent and the sense of betraying my own knowing continued to grow.  When I returned to the city, I promptly went back to her location and demanded the money back, which she returned, clearly aware that i’d seen through her deception.

As I did it, something shifted in me, a sense of relief.  I felt a sense of something, a solidity within myself starting to form, almost indiscernible through the shattered chaos that was my constant flickering, yet it was there.

2nd Avenue Flip

A few days later, something deeply magical happened.  A shift in my consciousness that would define my journey into the real magical world.  Feeling proud of myself for hearing my intuition through the haze and standing my ground, I made my way to the same location where the oracle had been.  Yet when i arrived, she wasn’t there.  In fact, there was no sign of her ever having been there.  Instead, I felt a slippery energy, a kind of shifting, like the waves of heat that one gets off of the pavement on a hot summer day.  As it did, the idea came to me that I had somehow shifted between realities.  Into a place where she wasn’t.  That I had moved between some kind of a parallel world.

It reminded me of one of my favorite books, a shared piece by Stephen King and Peter Straub called ‘The Talisman’, where a young boy named Jack discovers the ability to flip between the ordinary reality of Earth and a parallel Universe, an idea the writer continued in the journeys of Roland the Gunslinger, traveling across the planes in defense of the Dark Tower from the series of the same name.

It was a significant moment.  For in that place, through the endless flickering between realities that defined my sense of self, I felt I had discovered a portal into another world.

One of the defining moments that set me upon the Quest happened in between 1st and 2nd avenue in New York City for it was there that I saw how to move between realities.

Wandering the edges of the eastern border of Manhattan, I discovered a oracle. A card reader. And decided to give her a try. She invited me into her parlor and did the cards. After the reading, she asked me if I wanted a deeper, purifying ritual. I was reticent, yet I agreed.

“I need to get some special candles …” she says, and wants to charge me $600.  It feels strange to me, yet in my naïveté and belief in the magic and agree to give her the money.

It bothered me.  Nagging all throughout my time at the City of Dreams, I kept having a sensation. One where I felt I had not honoured something within me. Something important. Something that demanded itself into being.

The feeling continued as we drove back. ever-clarifying. Where the discomfort of the monies I had spent and the sense of betraying my own knowing continued to grow.  When I returned to the city, I promptly went back to her location and demanded the money back, which she returned, clearly aware that i’d seen through her deception.

As I did it, something shifted in me, a sense of relief.  I felt a sense of something, a solidity within myself starting to form, almost indiscernible through the shattered chaos that was my constant flickering, yet it was there.

2nd Avenue Flip

A few days later, something deeply magical happened.  A shift in my consciousness that would define my journey into the real magical world.  Feeling proud of myself for hearing my intuition through the haze and standing my ground, I made my way to the same location where the oracle had been.  Yet when i arrived, she wasn’t there.  In fact, there was no sign of her ever having been there.  Instead, I felt a slippery energy, a kind of shifting, like the waves of heat that one gets off of the pavement on a hot summer day.  As it did, the idea came to me that I had somehow shifted between realities.  Into a place where she wasn’t.  That I had moved between some kind of a parallel world.

It reminded me of one of my favorite books, a shared piece by Stephen King and Peter Straub called ‘The Talisman’, where a young boy named Jack discovers the ability to flip between the ordinary reality of Earth and a parallel Universe, an idea the writer continued in the journeys of Roland the Gunslinger, traveling across the planes in defense of the Dark Tower from the series of the same name.

It was a significant moment.  For in that place, through the endless flickering between realities that defined my sense of self, I felt I had discovered a portal into another world.