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When I was a kid, I remember being told that if I didn’t gain more weight, the wind would blow me away. That didn’t scare me. I figured with just the right amount of lift, I could fly.
From 10/15 through 12/15 I went to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota in order to determine the cause of unexplained weight loss. I weighed 141 pounds in 10/15, and 137 pounds on my last day at Mayo, 12/24/15. No clear cause was found. At 6′ 6” tall, I was nearly 30 pounds below my usual weight, and had a body mass index (BMI) of 15.8 (severely underweight). I continued to lose weight even though my calorie count was 2300 good calories a day. That should have been sufficient. By 6/16 I was down to 132 pounds. That’s a BMI of 15.3. That summer I got down to 128 pounds (BMI of 14.8 – at the time, below 15 was considered “starvation,” perhaps to scare those with anorexia). It seemed like a trajectory toward invisibility. I began thinking of my legacy.
Of course, my life is my legacy – my soul’s experience and all those people that I helped in whatever way, or influenced without even knowing. But I wanted something tangible, and decided three books would be part of that legacy. Researching self-publishing, the costs just seemed too high. I certainly did not want to leave behind hundreds of unsold books resting in a pile without a home.
Recently, through Amazon, the cost has become very reasonable. And in the interim, for a variety of reasons, my books got better. Give me enough time and I can be a good writer.
Gathering My Life Into Feathers is the second book I’m publishing (I’ll write something about the first book later, but this is the one I care about right now). This is the type of book that I liked when starting out on my own spiritual journey: spiritual autobiography with miraculous events and teaching themes.
I priced the book just about as cheaply as possible ($8.50) because I’m not trying to make money, and because I feel the words are well worth sharing. This book is larger than average because, alongside my experience, I felt like there were important things to say. If I end up making money, I’ll donate the proceeds. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Gathering-Life-Into-Feathers-Spiritual/dp/1693021056/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1573244341&refinements=p_27%3AJim+Price&s=books&sr=1-2&text=Jim+Price
I’m living in the moment. In the future, the books may sell, or may not sell. I write them to come alive. With this book I am putting emphasis on the potential malleability of our world, and the importance of expressing our Soul’s potential and our innate ability to perceive the interconnededness of all life — going beyond separation to interbeing. If we can shine with Soul’s potential and live from connection and love, I believe our species may have a better chance over time. This is no small thing. I’m intending to provide inspiration for the transformation of species awareness. Besides, this book chronicles an interesting journey, starting out in innocence and gathering experience over time.
By the way, for a variety of reasons I began to gain weight in 4/17, so now I’m an abundant 142 pounds plus. When I turn sideways, you can still see me.
Note: The following is a transcript from a talk I gave to the St. Croix Unitarians on August 19, 2018.
My brother John died on June 15 2018. This month he would have been 61. He was as tall as I, but weighed a muscular and lean 230 pounds. I thought that he looked good at 250. He was incredibly strong and athletic. He led a healthy lifestyle. It just seemed obvious to me that I would die before he did. The fact it didn’t happen that way changes something fundamental about my life. There’s the obvious hole – grief and sadness – and another way to address my grief through a connection with John, for now. It seems to me that John and I have been in contact since his death, in fact it seems obvious, though I realize it’s not obvious for any of you. Therefore, you are obviously free to believe or silently discount anything that I say, though I hope you realize that I would not speak so openly if I did not believe it was important. Continue reading
7/2015: I leave my driveway in rural Wisconsin around noon, taking my dog on a walk. I get to the edge of my property where I had re-planted a white pine that was going to die. The tree is now thriving. I pause there and look back at my house. I see four low flying turkey vultures flying in tight formation, gliding over my home about 150 feet or so away. This is quite an unusual sight, and it immediately occurs to me that it could be an omen. Because I feel it could be a death omen, I decide it is not an omen unless the birds fly directly over me. This seems highly unlikely as it appears they are going to circle back. But in the very moment I make the decision of what is or is not an omen, the birds turn as if on cue and fly straight toward me, still in tight formation – like four fighter jets. This feels numinous, and I’m more than surprised. I watch them for a moment, realizing that this is an omen. Still thinking it could be a death omen, I decide I’m not going to just stand there and wait for judgment. They’re closing fast as I turn and begin to walk away from them. Perhaps a second or two later, I see a shadow, and easily calculate that the birds must be directly overhead. I decide to confront the omen and look for them in the sky. They are nowhere to be seen. I glance in all directions and they simply are gone. I am dumbfounded. Continue reading