5 D Life

Living in a 5 D reality, no longer straddled between two worlds, no longer questioning or afraid of Celestial Visions and Revelations. Accepting. The ability to dance on Earth, sing, laugh and cry on Earth and the simultaneous voyaging among the Heavens among Heavenly friends and family members is my reality. Embracing this unusual, yet blessed gift, as mine. I treasure and sing out with a joy and a weary, yet confident acceptance of Birth…Amen and Onward





Wayne and what Wayne has to say…

Dr. Wayne Dyer died last August 29, 2015. I did not know him, I never read his books, but had seen bits of his PBS shows. The evening of his departure in meditation around 3 am I saw a tall man with a funny cap climbing stairs and entering a doorway and once through music started ” Heaven, I’m in Heaven” and the man began to dance, blissfully and wholeheartedly. I saw the next morning in the news that Dr. Wayne Dyer had passed during the night. I realized that the photograph of the man in the news was the man I saw crossing through that doorway and dancing.

For the next two months or so, for whatever reason this man was all around me. Talking to me from the spirit world. Smiling at me, sitting beside me in my car, unexplainable. He kept telling me I have three books waiting. I’m not ready or sure I want to go there I would reply. You will and when you are ready, I’ll help you find the words, he’d say. It all got to be a little weird, uncomfortable for me so I asked Wayne to leave. Give me a break. He did.

Then November 14, 2015 while I was napping on the couch he came in strong with these words ” You have never ventured far enough until you see God. At that point your life begins to have immeasurable meaning and purpose. The path opens to those that awaken their heart and are not afraid to touch the flame of God’s love. We must not stop in our quest, it is our sole purpose, our reason for being here.”

Alrighty Then…

November 15, 2015…He’s back…

“Let’s begin. There are three key elements to a spiritual life. Trust, Release and Anger. Let me explain, we get to the point where we begin to be angry as to where our life is going. we release the fear and begin to trust in the process of finding God. This process awakens the spirit and once alive, spiritually alive. The whole process accelerates.”

The next day November 16, 2015…

” Let’s talk about Life. Life is a full blown circus of the ridiculous and the grand conjunction of epic truths forcing us humans daily into submission until we arrive at the tipping point. Ah God, there you are! I see you there. With courage we push forward to resolve our differences with The Divine. Some circle back to the beginning afraid of what they see. Facing their own darkness. The few who keep going eventually squeeze through the birth canal and find what was lost so long ago. God is in everyone lie a present waiting to be opened.” He was busily pointing at me and saying these were my words. Who knows.

November 21, 2015…

“The Grace of God shines down on those that seek the narrow path free from hostilities, hatred and ager toward others. Grace leads us to and immaculate conception between the Soul of man to God. It is within this realm that outburst Soul position can be attained and maintained within us and it is all within reach for us on earth.”

I’m honestly not sure if these are Wayne’s words or if he came forward to kickstart my words and maybe my Life Going Forward with words. It and my gift of seeing the other side   still leaves me in Awe and a bit of confusion, but, I’m resolved to be more active in sharing what I see and hear in the hope that it helps, not just me but others.


Death and a Trip to Morocco

Im not a morbid person, but I think about Death. More these days than ever. Ive never feared it, but, I’ve experienced watching loved ones and family pets die, even died myself once, but that was more of an emotional death. My wife and son have always struggled with the concept of death, what if anything comes after. The fear that there will be nothing but all consuming emptyness. An Abyss.

I don’t see that at all. I believe  our souls have a lifespan longer than we may ever know. Travelers, epic travelers of the infinite realm. We visit the physical reality and grow into bodies like a traveller books into a hotel room on vacation. Sometimes we enjoy the stay and remain longer than on other visits. Meanwhile we are learning, making mistakes, encountering with loved ones old and new and collecting data or experience for the next trip.

Last evening during dinner my wife and I were talking about death and the process of dying. She felt that everything stops. I don’t argue much, but to make my point as clear as I could the word Morocco came into my thoughts and this concept emerged. Imagine in our human reality that our soul lives in Canada or America all of their lives. An opportunity to travel to Morocco presents itself. It could be a sudden departure or take months to prepare, but you can go to a completely foreign country, exotic, new sites sounds and smells completely foreign to your experience. You accept the invitation and blast off to Morocco.

“Now if you see Morocco I know you’ll go in style, I may not see Morocco for a little while. But, while you’re there I was hoping you might keep me in your mind. to save me just a taste of something fine.”   Something Fine by Jackson Browne

This is what I believe to be true, so fellow travelers, live it up, love as best as you can, take every possible drop of this life into your hearts and leave behind a taste of something fine in all your encounters.  Believe that if a loved one travelled to a place like Morocco all you have to do is close your eyes and trust that the lines of communication will remain open.


The Outcome

This is a piece from 2 years ago…

The beginning and early years of many is the theme of seeking a way to fill the empty places within. My path to creating art was pushed by the emptiness. Slowly and very quietly the voices came, years went by, as they get louder and louder. When I finally listened, and a step taken,  the holes began to fill and a path was laid in a dark forest. The path led me to God who was waiting patiently all along.

He was not in that great new job, that new toy, the paintings of others or the magnificent Cathedral. He was inside of me, as he is in all of us.

The Outcome to life’s puzzle rests in the heart of the seeker who allows the crack in the dark to slowly open. With curiosity and bravery the light gets brighter. With a simple question…Will you help me? Images will begin to appear in the light, at which time you wonder if you’re crazy. Crazy is living a life in fear, greed, jealously…Faith is trusting in what you see, and allowing your mind to shift from the What… What am I seeing? To breathe and take in, the Why… Why is this happening? Until after a long struggle it’s a loud Yes!… I understand.

“It’s me, I’ve been here all along.”

“Sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention?”

“No, you were busy.”

“Well I’m not busy now, I’m just painting, filling the walls of my house and stacking them up in the closet when they are done.”

“Good, keep doing it, you will need many in the future. When people have stopped finding room for a flat screen TV, they will realize that a space still needs to be filled, not just on their walls, but in their hearts.”

“What will my work show them?”

“Purity, a purity that lies at the root of all true Art. Me! The seeking and finding of me. I Am, radiates out a pulse from the canvas, like a beacon.”

“Love, is what I feel when I’m painting.”

“What else is there to say?”



Divine Providence…

The events of the Paris attacks, Isis and the stirring up of religious tensions over the last few days reminds me of a very clear Vision I had a few years ago.

While laying in bed in the middle of the night, my eyes closed. I began flying up and up. I began to see below me this giant pyramid with a brilliant light at the top of it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the light as it was the most spellbinding white. I shifted my view down and the area around the base was filled with people, packed tight. I cannot remember if they were jostling, or unsettled at all. There was countless humans. They were definitely not fighting. On each side of the Pyramid I began to see lines of people slowly and single file climbing. At the head of each line I saw Buddha… Jesus… Krishna and Mohammed. All making their way to the light source.

I had an understanding then what my Vision meant. It radiates more power to me today. As I was at work thinking about whether to share this or not my mind was filled with the image on the  back of our One Dollar bill. I looked it up and Divine Providence came up, God’s love and protection over humanity. I believe it to be true and I have Faith that the majority of Humanity want the same thing, no matter what side of the pyramid you are on. We are climbing to the same destination and in God We Trust.


About Doubt and Those Crows…

Doubt has been a companion of mine for the last few weeks. A cash flow crunch is always a helpful trigger. My guides and Angels had been showing me many amazing scenes of how my life story is playing out. I was greeted by multiple views doors in front of me, then a hand comes out and I have a golden key placed in mine, I open the door and an avalanche of cash engulfs me, on and on, unwavering Abundance. Meanwhile, in my waking life I had been struggling with a slow trickle of receivables. “When is this struggle, this  juggling act ever going to end?”…” You have nothing to fear” would be the back and forth conversation.

In a nutshell my day to day has been tight financially and I’ve  been dealing with another issue that’s been hidden but, is looming large and Ominous to our family.

So, in meditation I ask Jesus, because his smiling face is lit up right in front of me. “Okay, for years now, you’ve given me the answers”… He nods Yes…”I understand about Divine  Timing, frustrating though”… He’s beginning to chuckle…” I’ve been waiting so long for a breakthrough in two big areas of my life. Will it ever happen? Or am I just losing my grip on reality?”… Jesus, is almost doubled up laughing now. He straightens up collects himself and begins to speak…” My son, we know how hard this has been for you, but, you don’t realize that you have graduated, the work you’ve done has unchained countless generations/lifetimes of your Kharma. Trust and believe in the powers we have given you”… Then he holds up a Crow in his hand and says ” Let’s try an exercise, to help you believe in you and us. For three days you will see a crow.” With that he departed.

The next morning while driving to my day job A Crow flies across the highway low enough to make me almost swerve out of the way. “There’s one” I said to the air. The next day, I came out of the house I was working on and a Crow goes by me in a woosh and lands on the roof over my head… Caw! Caw!…”Ok, I get it, number two”…I need help is what I mutter under my breath. Day three I’m stopped at this small beach park, sitting in my car to briefly watch the boats head out to The Salish Sea. In the grass a Crow begins to walk along to a leaking water spout in the ground. He’s in front of me  drinking from the dripping spout, his head nodding up and down with every gulp of water.

That evening Jesus comes in again and says, “Now you will see a pair of Crows and one will be unusual”. The next day I park my car in front of my Chinese lunch place, step out of the car and two Crows land in the street in front of me. The Crow to the left is a normal looking Crow. The Crow to the right had a very Black head, very black wings. I got goosebumps when I saw that his chest was almost silver colored, almost like he had a tuxedo on. Once this special Crow new I got a good look at him, he hopped twice picked up a rock and quickly flew over my head. My spirit soared with him as I punched the air with my fist. My fortune cookie after lunch read “Prepare yourself for Truth”…”Amen, who’s crazy now? Not me”  I said out Loud.

The following are excerpts about Crows and their Spiritual Significance, taken From The late Ted Andrews author of the classic book Animal Speak…


To the Athapaskan Indians of Alaska, a Raven (Crow) was the creator of the world. To The Celts, the Crows also symbolic of Creation. In the Norse tradition, the god Odin had two Crows (Ravens) who were his messengers.

Wherever Crows are, there is magic. They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength. they remind us to look for opportunities to create and manifest magic of life. They are messengers calling to us about the creation and magic that is alive within our world everyday and available to us.

IMG_4105 Raven Holding Moon

Small miracles and small boats…

For about seven years prior to my move to Ferndale, I always had a boat. I started with a small 2 man Zodiac, then bit by bit, I kept trading up. It was so much fun to search Craigslist for a bargain, Use them for my modest nautical adventures, spend free time cleaning them and fixing them up to sell. I finally got to my dream boat” Full Moon” was a 22′ Seasport Sportsman.

It was one of the saddest days of my life to have to let Her go. The times we all had on her were some of the best in our family history. In my boating life, she was The Love of My Life. There are times when I think of her my heart aches. Sound silly? Not, if you’ve ever had a boat addiction.

I’ve been on land for four years now. I think I’ve only been in my canoe once, since. Lately, I’ve been drawn to water. In my daily travels I’m stopping at the beach, even for a moment to just look out, breathe in the sea and listen to the birds. There is restorative power in and around The Sea.

Last week an older friend calls me while I’m at my local Chinese $5.75 lunch place. Her… “Rob! We want one of your paintings and we’d like for you to build us a small Pergola”.  Me… “Great”. Her… “We can’t pay you, but we have a brand new 4 man Zodiac and a motor”. At this point for a second I was disappointed, as I have bills to pay. Then quickly, my heart lifted. A sign?  Me…” Sounds like a Trade, done”. I hung up the phone, finished my lunch, opened the Fortune Cookie and was stunned to see this…


Am I being guided back to The Sea? Maybe. Hope So… Here’s to miracles, however small slowly working their way back like a rising tide…

A draft from 2013…A Vision I saw

A man walks alone naked across a frozen field. The icy ground cutting into the soles of his feet like countless shards of broken glass. There is pain…no blood…He steps up to the alter iluminated by a brilliant golden light. The man reaches his arms up to God and begins to speak.

” I have a body will you take it?” God’s only son appears and brings a new body back and says.  “You will live a long time”

“I have a heart will you take it”? God’s only son reaches his hands out from a white linen gown touches the still beating heart and says “It is full and rich with life”

” I have a son who needs to see, will you help him” God’s only son steps forward with the young man in tow. “He is free, he is yours again”

“I have a daughter, who is in Love” God’s only son steps forward with two little children. “Meet your grandchildren”

“I am an artist, will I be met?” God’s only son steps forward trailing an line of countless souls. “This is your audience”

“I have a home, I want to stay here” God’s only son steps forward with a golden gate in his arms. “This is your land the gate will protect you from harm”

The man turns slowly around with a blazing warmth on his back. The ground thaws as he walks…where there was ice…now there are wildflowers. He kneels down, lowers his face and breathes in the kaleidoscope of scents. He is dizzy with the fragrance and exhilarated by the colors. He lays down in the field and says softly to himself. ” I think it’s time to rest”.

This is what I know…

I wrote this back in January of 2014…What the hell. Might as well share it…

Looking through the remnants of a dimension or a reality that will be soon lost, leaves me with an impression or an acceptance that God has been pulling the strings all along. My freewill was an illusion. He is in firm command of the ship and hopefully will take me safely into port. I have worked hard to assimilate and integrate the gifts that have been given. It has not been an easy task to allow a feeling of trust in the flow of information that I have received the last 14 years. I have seen countless visions of Jesus, Angels and many wonderful things that can hardly be described to the listener without the fear of looking out my window and seeing a white van coming up my driveway. But, the constant word I hear through all of this miraculous change is Faith. I have to have faith that it’s for real and it all means something.

One night about eight months ago, I was outside with the dogs, before bed time. I was dealing with problems before me. I was looking up at the the stars in the night sky when I saw and felt a huge hand swoop down from the left corner of my field of view. The hand came down as if to cradle me, “All will be well my son” was all I heard, but for what lasted for about thirty seconds I was suspended and swaying to and fro by what I believe to be the hand of God. You cannot convince me otherwise. Many times since, when I am in a restful state I see a vision of a pair of hands extending to me sometimes with a face, other times with a bright white light that’s hard to describe. When I reach out my hands to join his, my body trembles with the flow of energy pouring in. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much, scary really. I often ask…”Am I dying”? The answer is always No.

I’ve often felt confused and angry by the visions as the reality of my day to day life over the last few years has been not quite as glorious as the life before me when my eyes are closed. I’ve struggled greatly with trying to find answers to this riddle. I’ve often questioned my sanity. All along though as scary as it was I kept working with the flow of energy placed before me. I realize now that it has taken great personal courage and tenacity. I’ve written down as much as I can about what I’ve seen and what I’ve experienced. Overall though I’ve been private, I don’t feel like keeping it a secret anymore. I have no answer or explanations to give anyone about the How? or the Why? All I can say is I see God, he talks to me, Jesus was the the earliest to come in and has been like a beacon guiding me along the trail. I’ve experienced in more ways then just visual, many past lives my soul has lived. I have been followed and guided by angels. Yeah, it’s odd. I’ve never been religious and was even an Aetheist for a six month period. But, I’m here to tell you that for me it’s real. I’m probably not the only one. The spiritual world is now just as real to me as the physical, I accept it and feel blessed. I no longer Fear or question the information pouring in.

God, Jesus, Angels and a host of other wild and mystical beings are here with us. They are here for us, to help us get through our Soul’s time on earth. It is not our only time, it is a time for our soul to experience earthly things and feel gravity, sorrow, dirt, blood, grief. When we are happy, laughing or experience moments when our mind disconnects from our body, like how I felt when I use to ski as fast as I could or when I paint. Those brief moments are how your soul feels when in heaven. There is a reason our souls landed into this earth and into our bodies. Lets not waste the time we have…

A Banquet…

About Four years ago, I had a vision of being in a large room with arched windows. The scene seemed old, like I was in an old life in Tuscany, Florence to be more specific. I approached the window and as I got near I could look out and see a country scene unfold. Suddenly,  this whirlwind of paper flew around me and I could see that what was paper was actually dollars, money. Swoosh, it all started to go out the window. I wasn’t sure or confident to understand then what I was being shown, but, realize now it to be true. The last four years has seemed like a constant outlay of money and energy. No matter how hard I worked in my day job or at the marketing of my Art, it was all going out and little coming in.

A couple of months ago, I was having a sandwich at a bakery in town. From my seat I looked up and saw a mural I had never noticed before. It was a painted rendition of my vision. A Tuscan old looking Arched window, looking out to the countryside. What startled me for a moment was instead of money flying out the window, the ledge had many loaves of bread, cheese, meat and fruit. It was a painting of abundance.

I kept looking at it then closed my eyes and a chalkboard appeared in my inner view…FAITH was slowly written across the board in a whitish yellow large piece of chalk. I opened my eyes as they began to tear up, said Thank-You in silence and walked out the door to continue my day.

About two weeks ago, I was forced to make a trip to California. One of the galleries that carries my work had decided to turn  one of their locations into a clothing store. Regretfully, the location that sold most of my work for them and had the most wall space. The other location they have is smaller and has a shortage of wall space. The feeling of hitting the road and spending more money to collect more of my artwork and find a new home for it, rather than hitting the road to bring fresh work and collect checks, made me feel gloomy and dejected. The hopeful part of the equation was that a short while ago I had set up a new gallery in a town nearby, Calistoga to be exact. Trying to stay positive I thought it would be good to re visit them and try to establish a more permanent connection. The fear of running out of money before a shift in the wind has been looming large for me for about six weeks now. But, it’s a Fear and only the potential energy, not necessarily what will happen. But, when it sits in your stomach it’s sometimes hard to eradicate.

My wife had vacation time and she was overdue for a change of scenery. I looked at the bank account groaned, carefully figured out what we could spend, made some calls for accommodations, negotiated with God for a successful trip. While in meditation before leaving I was greeted by a large friendly face, actually Jesus to be exact as I have seen him many times before. His face came closer to mine and then he slowly tilted back and his body stretched towards me like a table, large amounts of food began to fill the table. His hand began to pick up food and offer it to me. Which, I of course thankfully and gratefully accepted. We left for the road trip on the day of my birthday. We drove for two days, stayed three days in Calistoga and then stretched the drive home by three days.

While on the trip we did what we’ve done for years, kept it all really simple, packed our own food, wine,  sandwiches, olives, fruit, lots of road snacks and lots of music. The energy was not of worry or expectation, but, just peaceful, watching the landscape of the Westcoast change and unfold before us. From time to time, when I wasn’t driving I would close my eyes and Jesus would appear with a handful of food extended or once a spoon. Many times a loud voice came in to say “You are locked in, Have faith, there is nothing you can do to change this path”. While it may sound weird or fatalistic for anyone reading this. For me I’ve become used to it and it helped me continue on as relaxed as I could possibly be. You see in my case in the life I’m living creating works of Art and having raised a family, it’s all about Juggling and trying to stay Afloat and balanced. I guess I have become good at it.

One the first day in Napa Valley, I said goodbye to the old gallery, it was sad to part with the friends I made there, but, business is business I guess. The new gallery has lots of wall space and they seem genuinely excited about me and my work. Onward and hopeful we spent the next couple of days in and around Calistoga. I love that place. I met some interesting people that I hope will become new friends. My cousin and his wife showed up and treated us to an amazing birthday dinner.

We left Calistoga and stopped the first night in Yreka. We settled into the room after walking the dogs and I was stunned when Paula started to unpack an amazing dinner of snacks that my cousin and his wife had brought from Whole Foods Market. What a dinner, we laughed pretended we were in Spain as we ate.

The next day we drove through a stretch of The Oregon Coast that we had not travelled in about six years. During our summer camping trips for years as the kids were growing up this area was our stomping grounds. We had the times of our lives camping, living in a big family tent then moving up to a tent trailer, all the while on a shoestring budget. My mind was drifting back to those times while my wife had an oldies station on the radio. In my memory I only remembered the fun, never the fear, or the lack of money. It would have been so easy to not pack up the dogs and the kids over and over again because we though we couldn’t afford it or it wouldn’t be prudent. But, I guess that’s not in our make up or mine at least. It’s not defiant or delusional to just want to live it up, to wring whatever bit of Love you can muster out of this life. I thought of my kids, now grown who are doing that now. A sense of awe and pride started to sweep over me as a really cheesy song from the past started up on the radio…I turned the volume up Loud as “Rock Me Gently” by Andy Kim started up. My wife looked at me, questioning then laughing as she saw me singing every word…We made it count and when the song ended a congratulatory fist bump was shared between us.

That night we were met by the most amazing sunset I can remember. I felt hopeful and thought of the images of food, support and plenty that had recently been coming in, I felt proud of the past leaps of Faith and mostly felt like the tables have maybe turned and the banquet that is this life may get even more abundant in the future. God I hope so, LOL. I am glad we made the trip…