David Ronnie

Now, through the course of these writings right now I’m only providing the significant events. There was a number of things that were opening up within my awareness including my rather enormous ego, but as my third eye started opening up more and more I was starting to see and experience things that I can only explain as…. supernatural. I was starting to see various shifting patterns of indigo light on my ceiling and walls. I remember specifically seeing the roof undulating in waves like it was breathing a number of times, and I had even started seeing auras and spirits on occasion when my third eye chakra was particularly open.

Shortly after my birthday on August 14th and the van event a few days prior, I had a particularly interesting occurrence of one of these otherworldly events. I had come home in the early afternoon thoroughly exhausted for some unbeknown reason after having already had quite a good sleep the night before and decided to lay down on my living room couch to have a nap. I woke up from the nap nearly two hours later feeling quite spacey and I could tell that my third eye was particularly open. As I looked at the window above my kitchen stove where the sun was starting to set, there was a rainbow being refracted from the window onto the wall. I proceeded to stare at the rainbow for a few minutes when the last sliver of indigo in the rainbow started to pull apart from the rest of the rainbow. Once it separated from the rainbow it proceeded to move across the wall slowly as it coalesced into a small ball on the wall. The ball, upon arriving roughly four feet from the where the rest of the rainbow was, proceeded to move vertically up the wall before it started moving across the roof. As soon as it got about three feet across the roof, it stopped and turned almost instantly into a hot, florescent pink where it stayed and fluxuated in diameter bya  few inches.

Of course, I was thinking into my head that I must still be dreaming or something, there’s no way this is happening right now. Sure enough though, as soon as I had that thought, the next one popped into my head: Go to the roof. At this point, I really thought I was going crazy but I figured, eh, whatever, it can’t hurt to go check it out. Sitting in what appeared to be the exact same spot, or at least what my spatial sense to the best of it’s ability could determine was the same spot, was the bone you see below:

As you’ve probably guessed, it isn’t particularly a normal bone. First and foremost the important thing to notice is that this bone is some kind of fossil/petrification of a bone. All of the marrow inside the bone is still there but it is completely rock solid. This means that the bone, which appears to be from some sort of large mammal or creature, is quite old. The internet is telling me that scientists in lab environments can create petrified wood in a number of hours, although in normal elements in takes typically several years if not upwards of a hundred or more.

On top of this, the bone shows little holes on the dark side of the bone where it looks like some sort of algae or sea plant life has been attached and growing on it. Now, I know most people might say that it might have been dropped up on the roof by a bird. That is most definitely a possibility. However, any nutritional value in this object has been gone for a very long time, so it begs the question, why would any type of bird have any use for it let alone that there are very few birds in Vancouver big enough to eat anything this large. Additionally, I should note that I spent time several days every week (we had an amazing summer here in Vancouver) up on that roof enjoying the sun and this object had never been there before. Add all that together with the fact that it was in the same location (as far as I could tell) as the glowing orb I had just witnessed on my living room roof, and you have an event that can, in my opinion, only be left as unexplainable.

What it all means, I’m not totally sure yet. Either way, it’s definitely a story for the record books.

When me and Dyanna reconnected in early July after having not chatted for the better part of the previous 14 months since we had last met, I was expecting it to be somewhat… awkward. What I found instead, was an instantaneous and immediate connection like any other I’d ever known, even more so than anything I’d experience with Candice. It felt immediately like we’d known each other for 25 years or more, it was that comfortable. It took us about a month to a month and a half to bypass our egos and really admit to each other that we were both experiencing something deeper here than we had ever felt before, but we did eventually do it.

One of the things that really helped us to open up and admit this to each other was the occurrence of a synchronicity that was simply too massive for either of us to ignore. It was, for all intents and purposes, a baseball bat to our brains to wake up and admit what was happening.

I had a friend in town staying with me during my birthday week and whom I took to a business networking group in North Vancouver early on the Monday morning that week. After the business networking group, we went to meet a friend of his here for coffee before going back to my place to chill for the day. On our way back from North Vancouver, just before getting onto the Lion’s Gate Bridge, we pulled up to a red stop light. At this stop light, I glanced to my left to find this van also waiting for the light:

While, normally, not all that particularly special, there’s a few things of significance to be noted here:

1. Dyanna has had the nickname LoveLight since she was only one or two years old.
2. The license plate says ascend which is essentially what this whole 2012 is supposed to be (the ascension of humanity into another dimension of consciousness)
3. The heart on the back of the van is nearly identical to the outline of the heart Dyanna painted on the wall of her bathroom (seen below)

This is one of those signs that is simple too hard to ignore. I know a lot of people like to pass this off as “coincidence”, but over the past couple years, and in particular the past several months, these things have been happening to me far too often to be considered “coincidence”.

Ultimately, this was the first major sign of many more to come that would help us to realize the depth and importance of each other in our lives and it was the first major step to us letting our guards down to really embracing this relationship with each other and letting go of all those traditional ego-games that dominate the traditional dating scene that we have all had so much experience and frustration with.

As we would come to find out over the coming months, and which I alluded to in the previous post, me and Dyanna are each other’s twinflame.  The following snippet from soulevolution.org explains generally what that means (and again lends credence to the above van sign):

Twin flames, also called twin souls, are literally the other half of our soul. We each have only one twin, and generally after being split the two went their separate ways, incarnating over and over to gather human experience before coming back together. Ideally, this happens in both of their last lifetimes on the planet so they can ascend together. So you probably haven’t had many lifetimes with your twin.

Each twin is a complete soul, not half a soul. It is their task to become more whole, balancing their female and male sides, and ideally become enlightened, before reuniting with their twin. This reunion is of two complete and whole beings. All other relationships through all our lives could be said to be “practice” for the twin, the ultimate relationship.

While neither of us is enlightened yet, and we’re still both working on balancing our male and female sides in this lifetime, over the course of our past lives it appears that we have accomplished most of these things and its simply a matter now of re-awakening this knowledge that is buried in the depths of our souls.

In addition to all of the above, what we discovered upon reconnecting was that both of us had actually had complete emotional meltdowns literally within two weeks of meeting each other. Of course, neither of us was really talking to each other at that time, so we didn’t know it, but both of us were literally going through very, very similar things all throughout the previous summer coming face-to-face with and cleansing out our demons/fears/whatever of the past. In fact, for the most part, both of us had just finally started getting over our shit around the time that we got back together. Coincidence? I find it highly unlikely.

On June 1st of 2009, I finally decided to implement a project idea I had first dreamt up during the last few weeks of my time in Bali. I essentially set out to accomplish 10 goals I had been wanting to do for a while in the course of a 1 year timespan. While not particularly all that outrageous of an idea, the goals in and of themselves were ones that ordinary people might accomplish one or two of in a year. I decided to call the project 365 Days to Babylon because I had just finished reading a book called The Richest Man in Babylon and thought it made a great “brand” so to speak. As it turns out, Babylon had a completely different context that I didn’t realize at the time but has come to make much, much more sense since then. Babylon is a Greek word based on ancient Sumerian that translated roughly as “Gateway of the God(s)”. As you will come to see over the new few weeks as I finish this last leg of my journey to date, that was more true than I could have possibly realized.

Unfortunately, I got into my head about the project right after I launched it because I decided that the design wasn’t nearly “cool” enough and pulled it down in order to re-launch on July 1st. This is, of course, ridiculous. I’m not knocking the power of design, but the whole reason for blogging is content and I ultimately was more worried about aesthetics than I was about what I was writing. This is also why, those of you who might be reading this on my actual site, will notice that I’m using the default Wordpress theme because I chose to focus on the writing this time around and let the design grow out of that over the coming months.

The 365 Days to Babylon project proceeded quite well over the first few months once I re-launched on July 1st, 2009 and I had quite a bit of positive feedback to start. It was, literally, within days of re-launching this blog that me and Dyanna re-connected, who I’ve now come to realize is my twinflame  (this will be elaborated more in the next post). However, as me and Dyanna started to realize there was much more going on between us than we first suspected through July and August, I started spending less time on the project and more time trying to understand everything that was going on between us as well as within/around me.

The more and more me and Dyanna let our guards down, the more and more our spirituality started to flourish and the more I started to realize that I had significant emotional blocks to much of what the 365 Days to Babylon project was geared to accomplish. And, in order for me to accomplish any of what I set out to do, I would ultimately have to get out of my head about these things and get into my heart to release all of these emotional resistances and engrained belief patterns I had been holding onto for so long. Without making those shifts and changes in my emotional field, I would be re-creating the same patterns and the same problems I always had. It’s like that old Albert Einstein quote:

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

There’s a really great explanation of all of this in the following clip from Tuning In: Spirit Channelers in America (which I highly recommend you watch, it’s one of the most succinct and informative movies I’ve seen in a long time, in particular about what I’ve been experiencing):

The funny thing is though, is that a lot of the goals I’ve set out in the 365 Days to Babylon project originally, still appear to be coming true even though I haven’t been working directly on them. I guess we’ll just wait and see which ones have manifested by the July 1st deadline again or not.

From here on out, I’ll be detailing some of the extraordinary occurrences, events, signs, and more that me and Dyanna have been experiencing over the last several months since we reconnected. There may be things that you might not understand, there may be things that you think are completely crazy, all I ask is that you consider them with an open mind, for these are my real experiences.

The return from Bali was, for all intents and purposes, an implosion. It is really quite hard to articulate how much my life changed by my wholistically serene lifestyle in Bali living in/around the jungle, seeing the stars almost every night, and being surrounded by all of the beautiful, caring, and happy Balinese people. At least, it is hard to articulate in a way that anyone would understand having not had some sort of similar travelling experience. It leads to this nodding of the head like they understand, but that glaze in their eyes tells you that they are just re-playing in their heads something similar that they’ve seen on tv, which won’t even get you close to understanding that kind of experience. Its simply impossible to grasp the kind of impact that a trip like this has on you unless you’ve had a similar experience. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the story about Bali that I never told anyone because I didn’t really know how to explain it, let alone talk about it. Or, moreover, I wasn’t completely comfortable talking about this stuff because I really couldn’t comprehend what exactly it meant for me at that time. Now, nearly a year later, it makes A LOT more sense to me and is something I am comfortable discussing openly. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 13 was my last week of actual work at the internship so all of the evenings were the standard issue that I’ve been mentioning… go out for some food with my friends and then chill out and do a little work for the evening. Read the rest of this entry »

The weekdays were, once again, spent just grinding out the work week and enjoying good conversation with my friends over dinner in the evenings. The weekend after (Nov. 29/30) was relatively timid compared to the gong show that was my weekend before. I took it easy on the Friday night because there wasn’t too much going on, I think I just chilled and finished up Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma. Read the rest of this entry »

Well, it appears that I haven’t provided an update since November 9th, which means that I’m almost an entire month away since my last summary which I found… well…. rather astounding. It definitely doesn’t seem that long ago, but then, the post dates obviously don’t lie. Anyway, I’ll see what I can remember from the first few weeks as I don’t remember too many significant events right now. I’ve been spending a lot of time just chilling on my own at my home here, working on my plans for world domination in 2009 and doing a lot of reading so there hasn’t been too many things that happened during the week beyond heading out for dinner with friends. Read the rest of this entry »

The last time I wrote about the bike trip I believe which was pretty awesome. The sky was pretty overcast most of the day so most of my pictures didn’t turn out very spectacular, but you can go to my Flickr to see them anyway. Even though it was cloudy it sure didn’t stop me from getting a decent burn on my arms/face. I’m starting to get the worst damn farmer’s tan already. I think I’m going to have to make sure to spend some time implementing some beach action with heavy arm/leg/face sunscreen so my chest and back can catchup. But we’ll see, it’s not like I’m going to have my shirt off much come January back in Vancouver.

Anyway, most of last week was spent running around getting things in order to move into the new place, paying deposits, finding my way, eating in Ubud, etc. I didn’t manage to get much work done as it seemed there was always something inconsequential going on in the evenings that I had to attend to. I moved into the new pad on Thursday night last week. I can’t tell you how fantastically amazing it is to have air conditioning in my bedroom. I actually spend the night sleeping now instead of constantly switching to the opposite side of the bed/body because lying on back made the other side of the bed super sweat-soaked and uncomfortable. Now, I should probably point out that as horrible as it sounds, I definitely could’ve made it there for 3 months if I had/wanted to. The thing about Bali though is that it’s verrrry cheap to rent here, the place you see in the photos below is costing me 3 million rupiah/month which is roughly $330 canadian. Additionally, I was finding it extremely hard to find my rhythm in the yurt. The bathrooms by my yurt weren’t done (finished the day I moved out -_-) while I was there, so I ended up having to walk halfway across the camp to go to the washroom, shower (the one by my yurt was kinda uncomfortable and had no lights so it was a pain to shower in the evenings, which was normally when I was showering), or brush my teeth. Overall it was a really interesting and humbling experience but I just couldn’t find any kind of focus or rhythm there so it was causing me a lot of problems. However, back to the stories and stuff.

On Thursday of last week I went out with Eko (works for PT Bambu) to see the forests where they harvest the bamboo and take some photos for the website (potentially). We ended up driving a lot further than I thought we were going to and I ended up way out in the boons. It was pretty obvious the locals weren’t used to seeing foreigners out that way. It took us a little longer to get out to the harvest area because the rain wasn’t co-operating and neither of us had brought our rain gear. Once the rain stopped we ended up running into a huge traffic jam just north of Ubud. There was a van who had obviously backed out into the wrong lane and was trying to get into the proper lane so that he could take off but traffic had closed in on both sides of him which ended up blocking everything up. I found it moderately amusing that the first thing that came into my head was “$5 it’s a white boy”. I’ve only been here a little over a month and I’m starting to get annoyed by the gringos not knowing their way around, hah. Anyway, once we finally made it out to the cut spot, Eko took me down here:

(this is on the way back up, it looks/is a lot worse coming down)

I, of course, had no clean clothes but whites left so I ended up re-ruining the white pants I got all muddy a couple weeks ago playing soccer with the kids. Not a big deal though. The walk Eko took me on was amazing. It’s totally astounding and slightly eerie (and hard) to get completely away from civilization anymore. There was nothing there but jungle, water, and mud. After he showed me around their current cut spots, he took me down to a spot where they cut about 6 months ago to show me some of the new shoots sprouting up.The bamboo shoots are even more beautiful than the full-grown bamboo in my opinion:

Eko is extremely passionate about bamboo and I learned a great deal from him about this amazing grass. Overall it was a very humbling and interesting experience.

On Friday afternoon, I went down to Starducks (tiny, local warung that we get coffee/coka colas on our lunch break at… they have a number of rather large ducks that are always wandering around, hence the name) with Marni and Kendra to see an impromptu show by a traditional Javanese band. Me, Marni and Kendra ended up being treated to personal lessons by the musicians on one of the Javanese instruments (can’t remember what it’s called unfortunately, but its made out of bamboo and works like a mouth harp).

You smack the end that I’m not holding with a finger from your other hand and simply breathe through it. It uses your mouth as a cavern to kinda echo the sound out or something. It sounds easy, but it’s actually a little bit difficult to get a decent rhythm and feel to it. Thankfully, the Javanese gave each of us one of these bamboo mouth harps to take home and practice with (yay souvenirs!). It was an extremely interesting way to end the week off.

There was a whole bunch of my friends doing things here on Friday night but I decided to just take it easy, relax in the new pad and do some work. It turned out to be an exceptionally inspirational night and I managed to accomplish a lot of great things (intentionally vague, you’ll see what I cooked up in the next couple months). Saturday was spent also just kinda chilling. I met up with Jared for lunch at Kafe (super Westernized restaurant with amazing breakfast… you feel like you’re in downtown Vancouver or something with the coffee shop atmosphere and free internet). I dealt with some client stuff in the afternoon before I hung out with Abee (fellow Vancouverite who graduated from UBC) for a bit and we discussed the website I’m helping her with for the non-profit she’s starting up in the Philippines (her home country). She left around 9pm to go into Seminyak to see a band and meet up with some of our other friends while I decided to just chill and catch up on some e-mails and things before calling it an early night.

Sunday I spent just running some errands and getting settled into my new pad again. I received some pretty bad news from home Sunday morning when I got up that shook me up pretty bad (particularly because I couldn’t be there to support my family) so I spent most of the early afternoon just journalling about everything going on and trying to sort myself out. This led to a really weird tangent of inspiration in relation to my spark on Friday that drove me for another couple hours of straight writing and conceptualizing some more things. I can’t really explain too much further as I’m trying to still sort some of it out and develop a plan of execution, but rest assured there will be more information coming down the pipe soon. Oh, and obligatory new pad photos:

Also, this is the tiny-ass little path that I have to drive my bike down to get to my place (my gate is the one you see at the end of the path:

Monday night I borrowed Chakra’s bike (Green School’s permaculturalist) to bring the rest of my suitcase and possessions over from the yurt because he’s got a trailer attached to it. Now, the amusing part of this story is that, apparently, the Balinese believe that trailers are a symbol of being poor. Why, I have no idea, but trailer = poor in Bali. So, needless to say, seeing a white boy (which = wealthy in their mind) driving a scooter with a trailer attached to the bike was mildly mind-blowing to them. I’m not really cognizant of the locals staring at me (doesn’t really happen that much for the most part although it’s not non-existant) because they’re pretty used to seeing us whiteys around Ubud. Slap a trailer on the back of your bike though and boy do you get people staring at you. I actually had one guy POINT at me in disbelief. It was an utterly bizarre but still funny/interesting experience.

Tuesday I met up with Campbell and Ben (two Aussie architects at PT Bambu) for some pizza and beer at Pizza Bagus. We ended up running into a few other friends there from Green School who had just finished a class in Bhasa (Indonesian) around the corner. It ended up being a good end to the day with some decent food, beers and great conversation.

Wednesday night I ended up staying around at PT Bambu late because Green School was hosting a full moon Mepantigan event. Mepantigan is a really interesting traditional Balinese dancing/fighting/fire-breathing performance show. I, unfortunately, totally forgot my camera in Marni’s car so I don’t have any pictures this time to show you guys. I’ll try to steal some pictures from one of my friends that were there for it and, if not, there’ll be another full moon in December that I’ll make sure ot take pictures at. Overall though it was an extremely visual and interesting performance. I can’t really explain better without pictures so look forward to those in a few weeks. Additionally, the Javanese band I mentioned above did an additional performance after the Mepantigan show that was really breath-taking. I’m going to try and find out if they have a cd because it was so awesome. After the Mepantigan show me, Kendra, Marni, and Ben went to a restaurant in Ubud for some late dinner. Following dinner me and Ben proceeded to head back to our residences (he’s living just down the street), upon which I found out I had a flat tire, again. I had asked the rental guy last week to fix the tire because it had been flat. He seemed to imply that he had fixed it but his English isn’t very good and just… yeah. I dunno, moderately annoying but whatever.

Anyway, I took today off from PT Bambu to deal with this and deal with some errands which included picking up my laundry and getting my hair cut. The laundry went fine, the hair cut, not so much. I had brought my clippers with me from Van so that I could cut my own hair while I was down here but they must have got smashed by baggage handling somewhere along the way because they weren’t working when I pulled them out of my suitcase. They kinda just sit there humming while the blade vibrates in the same spot. Anyway, I went to this place just down the street to get my hair cut… everything started out fine. She took out her clippers, started buzzing the mop I had started to acquire on my head down to something a little more reasonable and manageable. Once she got around to the front-side of my head though, she decided that she should buzz my right-sideburn clean up to inline with the top of my ear. Of course, she did it before I had a chance to correct her, so I’m now side-burnless for the first time in several years. Additionally, after thinking she understood I wanted to keep the small puff of hair on my chin (forget the proper ‘term’), she buzzed it clean off right at the middle of my chin. I felt like the kid in those awful America’s Funniest Home Videos whose dad accidentally buzzed a large patch into the top of his head and consequently has to shave the kid’s hair right off to keep him from looking like a moron. After this she asked me if I wanted a shave, figuring that maybe she could redeem herself I let her. Worst. Idea. Ever.

It’s pretty apparent that this lady has never ever in her life actually had to shave anything on her body before. Far and away one of the most unenjoyable experiences of my life. I’m pretty sure the blade was dull to begin with (it also looked like the first generation ever of single blade dispoable Gillette razors). Then she proceeded to put AS LITTLE SHAVING FOAM AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE on my skin (I had to repeatedly tell her to put more on as she had removed all the foam she had put on and was still attacking my poor skin with this stupid pre-my mom’s birth gillette blade). This also coincided with her attempting to shave my face in every direction but the one in which the grain flows (sideways across the mustache anyone?). Additionally, she kept pushing my head back as far as it could possibly stretch to shave under my chin (my neck was literally hurting). I don’t care what you say, a yellow roof gets pretty boring after 30 seconds, no matter where you are in the world. I, obviously looking back on it, should’ve stopped her and walked out but I felt rude and didn’t know how to explain to this lady who barely spoke English that she gave me enough razor burn to last a life time.

So, to offset this absolutely horrid experience, I proceeded to walk down the street and get an hour-long massage for 50 000 rupiah (~$5 canadian). Booyah!

I just got back from paying the deposit on my new place in Ubud (more details next week) and figured I should pump this summary out before another week goes by and I’ve forgotten to write again.

Anyway, there’s been clouds rolling around here all afternoon/evening and when I left to go to Ubud to drop off this deposit after work it started pouring rain, which was, you know… fantastic. Thankfully, I have my uber rain jacket down here that my Dad gave me a few years ago. I may still go and get a poncho as this jacket doesn’t cover my legs, but it does the job for now. The whole point to this part of the post is simply setting the stage for one of the most incredible drives I’ve had. After dropping off the deposit and having dinner at Warung Mendez (near my new place; excellent, large plate of food + a huge glass of fresh juice for 24 000 rupiah, which is like… $3 canadian? unreal), I hopped back on my scooter and headed back to camp. Read the rest of this entry »