SOMEONE IS LISTENING TO YOU

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THE SOLO TRAVEL SOLUTION

Discover Your Deepest Wisdom By Leaving It All Behind.

A Book written as Blog Posts.  Introduction, Part 4.

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yoga woman sunsetIf you feel like no one else is listening to you, then I’m listening to you.

I can hear what’s happening in your inner world.  I can hear your desire to be seen for who you really are. I can hear your need to feel like you’re living in your own skin. I can hear you wanting to express your authentic voice and not be judged by anyone, especially the ones closest to you.

I’m listening.

Maybe that doesn’t count for much. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you. Maybe no one knows what you’re really going through. Words mean nothing. Especially if they come from someone who just wrote some blog post, somewhere in the world. You’re still alone.

That’s true. But I’m still listening.

I’m still allowing for the possibility that my words are landing on you, that you understand that what’s happening in your authentic emotional experience is important to me.

I’m hoping that, as you read my words, you consider that I’m speaking my truth. I can’t help but have empathy for others.  It’s been a curse, but now it’s a blessing. I’ve been hurt like no one else, but now I’m nobody’s fool. I learned to move through it. And now I’ve become a teacher. A teacher who listens.

Michael Jason Sherman standing in front of the White House while on a Solo Travel Journey

Michael Jason Sherman standing in front of the White House while on a Solo Travel Journey

I’m listening.

Whether you believe that or not.

I’m listening to how difficult it is for you to live with your partner, and how you’re afraid to live without him. I’m listening to how hard it is for you to leave, and how much harder it is for you to stay.

I’m listening to how unusual it feels now that your nest is empty and how you don’t know what to do next with your life.

I’m listening to the confusion and hurt that still lingers after your divorce. Each one of them.

I’m listening to the queasy vibrations you have about finding another partner. I’m listening to your frustration about finding the same difficult partner again and again every time you try to date.

I’m listening to you wondering why the world can’t see the natural, radiant beauty within you, the soft loving presence, the powerful wildness. You know it’s there, but now you’re starting to doubt that it will ever come out.

I’m listening to the way you found yourself in the wrong life, the wrong marriage, the wrong job. I’m listening to you ache as the voice of your life’s work remains silent.

I’m listening.  And that’s all well and good. Maybe that gives you solace and relief, maybe it doesn’t. But what I can say for sure is that I’m not the only one listening. There is someone else, someone far more important than me that is listening to you. All the time.

Your inner being. Your spirit. Your Higher Self.

You have a partner that is with you all the time, listening to you, giving you feedback about everything in your life. How do I know this? Well, what are you feeling right now? Happy and joyous? Angry and bitter? Hopeless and in despair? Whatever it is you are feeling, this partner, this inner being is listening and responding to you through your emotions.

Your emotions are a guidance system letting you know that you are never alone. Not ever.

Now here’s the thing. And what I’m about to say may throw you through a loop a little. Your Higher Self is listening to you all the time. And she communicates her guidance to you through your emotions.  How you feel is an indicator that your spirit is listening to whatever you are going through.

But she also listens in other ways. She sends things to you. People. Situations. Teachers. Tests.

She is always looking out for you. She is always providing you guidance. The question is, are you listening to the guidance. Are you tuned in enough to recognize the signals that your Higher Self is giving you.

woman looking at rainbowThis is why I want to teach you how to take a Solo Travel Journey.

Because to me, there is nothing like a Solo Travel Journey to put you in direct connection with the guidance that your inner being is offering you. Nothing.

When you leave everything behind and set forth into motion on a journey to a new land, no matter how close or how far, you will rendez-vous with the very spirit that lives in you. You will feel like you are being listened to by a presence far deeper than you’ve known in your day-to-day life. You will feel a sense of profound validation that you are not alone, in spite of the “solo” nature of this journey.

Someone is listening to you. Someone wonderful.

The real you.

If you want to experience this “listening,” I recommend you take a trip. And do it solo.

I’m hear to teach you how to do this. I’m hear to let you experience your truth.

All you have to do is leave everything behind.

And remember to keep it moving.

– Samurabbi

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WHAT REALLY HAPPENED AT PRINCETON UNIVERSITY THE FRIDAY BEFORE YOM KIPPUR

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THE SOLO TRAVEL SOLUTION

A Way To Move Through Suffering Into Feeling Alive!

A Book written as Blog Posts. Introduction, Part 3

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Princeton UniversityI want to tell you a story.

Yom Kippur was coming. I knew another Solo Travel Journey was moving through me. If I could simply snatch a single day trip, if I allowed myself to practice this process, if I found a way to imagine that I was temporarily leaving everything in my life behind, then I was guaranteed to come into contact with a force of healing wisdom that always seems to meet me along the way.

Each trip is a story, and each trip I come back refreshed, rebooted, reawakened and alive! And by the way, so will you.  When you’re ready. I can help you with that.

So let’s keep it moving….

I decided to set forth on a one-day Solo Travel Journey to Princeton University. Something was calling me to visit a prestigious college.  Maybe it was the launch of The Zen of Solo Travel – my first published book.  Maybe it was a need to revisit the lost innocence of my college days now that my former marriage had finally moved through me.

On the drive, I let it all go. I imagined that everything was behind me – work, home, money, relationships and especially all the negative emotional energy I’d been carrying around. By thinking this way, and by following the clouds and by listening to the voice of the GPS lady, I arrived in the Central Jersey, Ivy League.

Thinking I’d explore for a few hours and then return home in time for one last pre-Yom Kippur meal before the twenty-five hour fast, I parked and wandered aimlessly about the campus.

Pristine. Precious. Princely. Twirling around mysterious corners of silvery stone. Hopping from castle to castle in some magical northern English town. Body brimming with new hope. Mind flooding with memories. College. Where every day was another perfect cocktail of dark depression shaken with the lemon ecstasy of learning.

Pretending to be part-professor, part-late blooming co-ed, part middle-aged campus creep (imagine Golem found his way into a Woody Allen movie — my precioussssss…), I let myself get lost just enough to join a tour of High School seniors and their proud and nervous parents.

Rothko at Princeton MuseumThe tour lures us into the third largest college cathedral in the world, stacked with tubes of sturdy stone curling upwards to the sky in perfect arches, adorned with the holy suspense of stained glass imagery, unfurling into an ancient and mystical space of prayer. Five minutes and we’re back outside with the tour. Five minutes after that, and I’m ordering a burger on the street somewhere.

I feel the urge to call my old college roommate. He was a tall, lanky, brown-haired revolutionary, the kind of guy that would wear a Che Guevara shirt at the protest rally he organized to free a wrongly accused prisoner. Googled him. High School teacher. California.

“Hey man, it’s Michael… I’ve been meaning to reach out to you… I’m actually right across the street from Princeton University right now… Hard to explain… Hey, call me back when you can…”

When the hamburger was done, a flood of sorrow poured through me. I was overcome. I experienced a state of sadness that gripped me like no other. I could not get myself to leave the table with my sandwich wrappings. Felt like the world was crying through me. Felt like losing something deeply precious. Or someone. I had to maintain.

For whatever reason, I was drawn back to the cathedral. There, I sobbed. I just sat on a pew and sobbed.  I sobbed more and more until it was finally gone. Released. Complete. Refreshed.

Alive!

After a strange jaunt through the Princeton University Art Museum tripping out on the delightful orange and pink fields of Mark Rothko, I find myself back in the car.  Wow. What a day. Go home and eat and get ready to fast like a good Jew.

No. Don’t. You must stay over.

Stay over?

Yes.  Keep it moving. To the beach.  

The Jersey shore. A distraction? No doubt. An expense? Absolutely. But I was called. “You-only-live-once” called. Ninety-minutes of driving and I’m checking in at the Seaside Motel, staring at the roaring waves of coastal New Jersey on a dark October evening. I prayed a little. I sang to myself. Then I slept.

In the morning, it was warm enough to put on a bathing suit and get into the water up to my thighs. It was a gray day, but a lovely one. I placed my clothes where they could not possibly get wet. My footprints were the only ones on the beach this morning. It was just me and the seagulls and the clouds.

Seaside HeightsI was happy. I was really, really happy. Happy to be alive. I was so proud and honored to be me. I’ve felt that feeling before, maybe a little, maybe here and there. But not like I did in this moment. Not like now. Not like the peace that surrounded me, like the power that poured through me.

Such blessed peace. Such blessed power.

Oh spirit that lives out there… you are moving through me now….

My heart sings in gratitude! My mind flies through the clouds!

I managed to make my way into the water, singing the Yom Kippur prayer that is repeated throughout the day, calling out the thirteen attributes of HaShem in one long bellyful of chant. And that’s when the big wave came. The one that knocked me down and got all my clothes soaking wet.

Crap. Oh well. Keep it moving. Go home. Fast all day. Be a good Jew.

Nothing special.

Except for everything.

I want you to know this everything. I want you to feel these feelings. I want you to learn how to keep it moving through a day or a week or a month of Solo Travel, and then come back home vibrating and humming and singing and grateful, so deeply, deeply grateful for being alive.  I want you to learn what I am starting to know.

You can have your own trip. I already have mine.

Thanks for reading.

– Samurabbi

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KEROUAC

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A Way To Move Through Suffering Into Feeling Alive!

A Book written as Blog Posts. Introduction, Part 2

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Kerouac arms crossedJack Kerouac wrote this:

“I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks…..   all of ’em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason….”  (from The Dharma Bums)

Kerouac was above all a writer, and above that, a mystic. He developed a keen awareness for the unseen forces of life that are always moving through us, and he feverishly put it all down in words and words and words, all while keeping himself moving through America and beyond.

As a generation of Baby Boomers became born into a world where the promise of an American Dream was always in front of them — a home of your own, the security of a long-term job at a prestigious company, a wife, a husband, three kids, two cars, and all the ice cream you could ever want to eat at your favorite suburban restaurant — Kerouac’s sword of a pen pierced through the heart of the hypocrisy before anyone realized the promise was a lie.

He wasn’t a revolutionary. He was a mystic. He was consumed with a passion that took him on the road, into train cars, onto ships, writing everything his mind thought onto every substance his hands could find in order to convey the presence of a spirit that moved through his soul. He made language new. He found awe and aliveness and meaning and mystery in motion. He discovered the other side of himself by leaving everything behind.

Forty-five years after Jack Kerouac left the physical world, we are still being promised an American Dream. We are still being sold an idea that who we really are will be provided for by the government, technology, retirement plans, pharmaceuticals, medical insurance, unlimited texting, wireless networks, open-air malls, organic food, online learning, energy boosters, sleep-aids, weddings, marriages, mortgages, piercings, kids menus, big screen TV’s, botox, blueberry margaritas, hedge funds, doctors, lawyers and your parents.

And so on.

Sure, there’s lots of good qualities to the things our culture provides for us. People can still  sustain a happy life with a good job and a fine partner and healthy children.  Nothing wrong with that, indeed. What brings you joy keeps you alive.

But are you really feeling joy? Are you really feeling alive?

Or is there a living poem wandering aimlessly in your head?

A poem of discontent. A poem of unease. A poem of private suffering.

A poem about what only you went through as a child. A poem that no one else seems to understand. A poem about the mood that keeps coming back. A poem about the flood of emotions you don’t want to feel.

A poem about finding the someone you can’t seem to find. A poem about leaving the someone you can’t seem to leave.

A poem that lets you breathe. A poem that pulls the pinkie out of the dam.

Solo Travel Solution is waiting for youA living poem that has to be experienced before it is expressed.

This is what Kerouac was trying to achieve. A state of living poetry. A way of being that helps people to experience a sense of aliveness that brings with it such unfathomable wisdom, it can bring you to tears. An experience of motion that unites you with the momentum that drives the energy of the universe itself.

The world we are provided with is not the only world. There is another. A world beyond the one you are living in, beyond the suffering you may be going through right now.

It exists. But the only way to discover it is by setting forth on a journey, getting into motion and wandering aimlessly. The only to find it is by leaving everything behind.

This is THE SOLO TRAVEL SOLUTION.

A way to experience living poetry in motion.  A way to let the suffering move through you.

The promise of Kerouac is alive.

– Samurabbi

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