Chapter 9: Turning Point

Royal Light Metaphysical Fiction by Dennis Bruce Shipman (1571 words)
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One Year After Royal’s Near-Death Experience

Changes. Changes. Changes. Kealoha and I knew we had to discuss major life turning points today.

Throughout the years, we had established a tradition of meeting here occasionally to contemplate and engage in heartfelt conversations, the kind that only close confidants can share. We sat on comfortable large floor cushions in the lotus posture on the veranda of my beachfront house at the Pipe. The tranquil melody of the rolling waves served as a focal point for our mindful practice. As our meditation session drew to a close, I took a moment to rekindle a few incense sticks, and then began to speak.

“Meditation has changed me,” I said. “Since I began delving deeper into meditation a year ago, the Light Within me has grown stronger, I’m feeling a blissful vibration all over my body, the visions in my mind’s eye are clearer, and my clairaudience and telepathy is getting stronger and stronger. I hear a gentle and kind voice that shares benevolent messages with me. The voice seems to come from nowhere and everywhere, simultaneously. It provides guidance not only for me but also to those who seek my assistance through channeling. And, I continue to experience the enchanting melodies of celestial music previously unfamiliar to me, that evoke feelings of peace, joy, harmony, and balance.”

"Since your brush with death, your spiritual development has advanced significantly," remarked Kealoha. "I have witnessed an unprecedented transformation within you. This encounter has truly expanded your horizons and deepened your connection to the spiritual realm."

“As you know, with my father’s passing, I inherited all of his material possessions: the surfing retail business in Hale’iwa, which I sold a few months ago, the passive income derived from his real estate investments, and this house here on the beach at Pipe.” I continued. “This inheritance will allow me to make significant adjustments to my way of life, and devote the majority of my time to the healing center and spiritual growth.”

“You are most fortunate, my friend.”

“Selling the property was the right decision as I told the six employees,” I said. “Surfboard manufacturing is changing drastically. A surfboard factory on the island has consolidated, and produces boards for more than twenty different brands,” I said. “It is inevitable that we would have to join them or risk going bankrupt trying to stay afloat. And, there are significant advancements in the foam industry. The traditional method of creating foam blanks is now obsolete. The toxic materials used in that process are not environmentally friendly and pose health risks to both us and the planet. The new wave of innovation is eliminating foam altogether and embracing 3D printing and recycled plastic as the key materials for manufacturing surfboards. The future is here, my friend, and we must adapt to it.”

I saw bewilderment in Kealoha’s eyes.

“I didn’t leave the employees out in the cold. The funds from the sale of the commercial property I used to pay the employee's salary for one year. Also, if any of them required more vocational training, then I opted to pay for that, too. I want to see all of them acquire good paying jobs that offer a future.”

Kealoha shook his head in a positive motion as if to acknowledge agreement with my statements.

“Looking back at my near-death experience, I’ve come to understand that death is simply a revolving door that brings us back to our true home in the realm of Light,” I said. “In this realm, we exist outside the constraints of time and space and spend some time before embarking on another incarnation in a different plane of existence.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Kealoha. “Society has ingrained in us a fear of death, leading us to believe that this current life is our only existence. However, this couldn't be further from the truth. We are beings of eternal light, existing in the boundless realm of infinite Light. Although it may sound absurd, it is indeed the reality.”

“Phrases such as "mind's eye," "clairvoyant abilities," "clairaudience," "spirit body," "intuitive powers," and "lightbeing" that were foreign to me a year ago, have now become my familiar friends,” I said. “Along the way, I picked up a few more friends: “meditation” “the light within” “ascension” “heart expansion” “oneness” “yoga” “awareness” “unity consciousness” “aura” “inner guidance” “soul evolution” “intention” “Let go. Relax.”

Kealoha silently nodded to acknowledge the statement. "Yes, they have all become my friends too," he responded. The bond between us had grown strong. As we sat on the veranda, the ocean stretched out endlessly before us, a reminder of the vastness of our friendship.

“You know, Kealoha, as I navigated the challenges of maintaining my status as a champion surfer while also seeking personal growth and enlightenment, I reached a point of intense struggle, almost on the verge of a psychological breakdown. It became clear to me that I had to make a choice.”

“I saw the struggle you went through,” he said. “Are you at peace?”

“I’m ending my professional surfing career, but I’m not going to stop surfing for the sheer joy of it. Initially, I believed I could attain both material riches and spiritual wealth, and I made a sincere effort to do so. However, as the Light Within me grew stronger, my passion for competition dwindled. It no longer holds any significance for me. I’ve grown weary of the constant pressure to conform to a culture of machismo and maintaining the winning status of being number one. It simply doesn’t make sense to me.”

“There is no number one, anyway,” Kealoha said. “There is no number one world surfing champion. No number one product or service. No absolute number one in anything. It's all a construct that we create in our minds to engage in the game of competition. Beyond our thoughts and beliefs and the energy we give it, it holds no existence. It’s an illusion to begin with. It lacks enduring truth in the realm of unity, the genuine reality of our existence.”

“This whole phantasmagoria that we refer to as existence is simply a construct we have devised to push ourselves and grow into a higher state of consciousness of our true nature, which is boundless unconditional love,” I said. “Each aspect of it is akin to a game, with the ultimate aim being the evolution of the soul. Yet, when we observe our surroundings, we notice how many of us have lost sight of the fact that it is nothing more than a playful game, and that we are all volunteers here.”

“Your involvement with the healing center has deepened significantly,” Kealoha said. “You have acquired knowledge in meditation, energy healing, and it has given you the opportunity to develop your clairvoyant abilities.”

“To me, the center represents something profound – a physical embodiment of the unity between oneself and the Light Within, which I refer to as the "Beauty." It has become a second home for me, and I feel a strong connection with the volunteers.”

“Now, you are teaching classes on developing clairvoyant skills, and conducting clairvoyant readings to assist individuals on their spiritual journeys,” said Kealoha.

“I don’t need the money, either. All the payments I receive for these sessions goes to support the center, as I am fortunate enough to have a stable income from my father's inheritance.”

We sat quietly for a brief period, reflecting on the ideas and emotions expressed in our earlier discussions.

“You know, Kealoha, I have never encountered a woman who possesses such profound psychological and emotional depth, coupled with a high level of intelligence, as Krystianna.” I continued. “Her talents, strengths, and abilities do not intimidate me; on the contrary, I embrace them.”

“Krystianna has dedicated herself to being a spiritual teacher and has also become a dear friend to me, too,” Kealoha said.

After a moment, I uttered, "I think I am beginning to develop feelings of love for her."

The comment had a profound effect on Kealoha, causing him to burst into a lighthearted chuckle. "Stand in line, my ‘ol friend. You are not alone in this. I too have feelings for her. In fact, many men do. She possesses extraordinary beauty, both in her inner being and physical appearance."

Suddenly, both Kealoha and I noticed Sweeney walking towards us. Just like always, she was dressed in an alluring outfit, ready to entice and seal a business deal.

“I have some good news, and bad news,” she said, looking at me. I excused myself from Kealoha’s company and moved to a quiet room in the house with Sweeney.

“The good news is Hollywood has offered me an acting role in a television series with a big salary,” she said.

“That’s fantastic, honey. You’ll be able to buy your dream car that you want.” Sweeney didn’t smile or laugh.

“The bad news is I have to move to Hollywood to fulfill the contract, and I have to leave today.”

The news came as a shock to me, and I couldn't find humor in it. We sat there in a quiet moment, holding hands, overwhelmed by a flood of feelings, fully aware of the clear path that lay ahead for us with the news she had just shared. The silence between us spoke volumes, as we grappled with the profound impact of her revelation.

Tears had already begun to well up in both of our eyes.

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