a firetender's chronical.2

From Jump Street, I'd like to make it clear that I know exactly what I'm doing.

I've had enough incredible moments with enough people to have a basic understanding about life, especially in terms of healing. I will make it immediate in this way: I needed Zaadz so much that I created it, and Zaadz needed me so much, it created me.

This is my operational approach to being a healer. I am not the one who heals, nor am I the witness. My job is to help open the door so we can enter the sacred room of healing together. It's a mutual gig.

In this case, Zaadz revealed just how pitifully inadequate is the business of this guy calling himself firetender. And it is a business; just no one is tending its fires. The guy who's supposed to be running it may be so pathologically addicted to articulating, he's missing what it takes to produce returns that will allow him to find an audience that can hear and use what he's articulating!

In truth, firetender is drowning in a sea of his own creation. Zaadz is reflecting this back to him, and throwing him a life-preserver by introducing him to others who may have been treading the same waters and found a way out through building connections. This firetender is turning to Zaadz for healing so he can move forward so what he has to offer can be put to use.

And what's the healing for Zaadz? For Zaadz to realize itself, it must fulfill its purpose of changing the world. It needs agents to do that. In this agent it has found someone willing to share his experience of how Zaadz is working as a vehicle of manifestation, right now.

Both Zaadz and I know that I am not going to be the one to change the world and neither is Zaadz. We're an expression of the same longing that lives and breathes on this planet. We absolutely need each other to fulfill our missions.

In the last few years, especially obvious since I've been in Hawaii, I've found myself in situations where a chance encounter with someone in critical need reveals to me the importance of my life. There I am, just dealing with what is with the person and something comes out of me; a word, an experience, a gesture, a touch, or idea that acts like a key that perfectly fits the lock that has been preventing that person from taking the next step in their lives.

And I'm, like, "Wow! Where did that come from?" because I did not consciously determine that that's what the person needed. Some obscure part of my life's experience came out at a specific time to do its work.

It's then that I realize that the person needed that moment from me so much that, by some miracle of connection, she gifted me a whole lifetime to get what I needed to bring that moment to her. To be a part of that miracle is my juice. I call out to Zaadz to help me get more people like her to me, so I can fulfill my role.

So Zaadz, for me, is an exercise in manifestation. There are a whole lot of you in this network who have what I don't. You have juice for things that I'd just as soon slit my wrists rather than do. You, like myself, have been searching your whole lives to find the parts of you that can make the rest of you come to full fruition.