Long Beach, NY, is a relaxed laid back city located on a barrier island just off the southern coast of Nassau County. It's close enough to Manhattan, presenting a famous summer escape to the local New Yorkers. Its main attraction is the stunning white sand beach and beautiful sunsets. Along the boardwalks, you can find unique shops, restaurants, cafes and boutiques. It is here where I would experience the most exquisite coffee that used a method called the syphon.My meeting of the beach/surfer town started from its slumbers through the cold of winter, and then from its hibernation, it would give birth to swimmers and surfers excited to get out onto its beaches, filling the air with celebration. For myself, I enjoyed the sunrises and morning coffee, listening to the waves crash onto the shore. It brought me some peace and soothed the storm of closing this great man's estate. I would imagine what it was like to live life as a surfer as he did.My favourite spot to have a light brunch was at the Allegria hotel. It sits close to the water's edge with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the famous Long Beach Boardwalk and the Atlantic Ocean. I would often walk there too and relax while thinking about the critical decisions I would have to make and how they would impact everyone around me. It was not an easy process of a stranger (myself) coming in to settle a man's life who was very popular and loved in the community.Let's move on to why I called New York and how this small beach surfer town leads me to Romania.Many people in my circle who read this will understand who I am writing about, but I will use the alias names of Logan and Storm for privacy purposes.
In 2012, I would leave my private practice again in Toronto to put some of the training into practicality. I was mentioned in many circles while a Daka for my successful endeavours with various projects in different countries. To make this simple, Dakas are High-value initiates who practice the art of internalization. Please read my bio to understand my specialty. I left the formal methods of clinical practice to assist various women who placed themselves in situations where they could not get out independently. Whether it was from drug addictions, unhealthy relationships with family and partners (me being the mediator) or the yearning to learn more about business and how to make it in the big world, life itself. In 2014 I received an email from a friend (Storm) to let me know her husband had passed. I met this man (logan) the previous year when the two of them visited Toronto. At the time, he was in distress, just coming down from an ibogaine ceremony. He drank this on his own without any guidance and ended up having a bad trip from it. Logan and Storm came to visit me in Toronto for council because of my expertise in helping others ground into their encounters after consuming plant medicines. I was not informed entirely of what Logan's experiences were and what ailments he had before taking medication. All I could gather by his brief visit with me is that Logan was a fellow native brother in distress. Little did I know that Logan's life would be placed into my hands to sort out on all levels at the time of his visit. I ended up committing many years of my presence to Logan and Storm by preparing his ashes to rest and administering his family and friends grieving. I would help Storm with emotional healing, as well as the closing of his estate and selling of their home.It is not mine to speak about Logan's personal life and some of the struggles he was experiencing; I can only relay parts of his story through my stay in New York. I was living in his home for four months arranging all the appropriate people into a closure structure that was close to him financially. Logan's wife Storm asked me to come out to help her; she was very overwhelmed with his death and was in desperate need of supervision emotionally and physically. Storm asked if I was handy and if I could fix things in their beach home. I said, of course, I could do these things for her; I felt deep inside that there was more to this story, and it would require a profound in-depth journey, not just a simple routine of a handyman. Logan visited me in a dream after my phone call with Storm; it was very vivid Logan told me to fly out to New York as fast as possible because his wife was in trouble; he was concerned very much for her wellbeing. I awoke in a sweat and asked my mother for the plane ticket and was on the next flight. I arrived at his home in Long beach. It was a surfer house with a three-season room, a massive stone fireplace and an impressive stereo system where he would listen to Pink Floyd and the grateful dead. It was the middle of winter, and the home was cold. The first order of business was heat and starting therapy for his wife Storm. I asked her to order an infrared sauna, some supplements (sea minerals), a gym membership and a coffee enema kit. Through this process, I have helped others before and have researched many articles about Nasa funding trauma detox operations for 911 survivors. We would follow a similar protocol. The minerals provide a scrubbing method detoxing residual debris in Storms' body that stirred up from Logan's suicide. The vigorous workouts at the gym were to pump the minerals through her system(body) quicker. The infrared red sauna would provide a deep sweat from the pain stored in the tissues from the trauma. The coffee enemas flushed the colon and gave Storm some fresh chi in the liver and several hits of caffeine straight into the blood system to maintain high energy levels through her grieving. I would execute various healing treatments with her, such as table Thia massage and energetic attunements, to help with her emotional and physical process. We needed to move the stagnate information from her Aura and Body to prepare Storm for the difficult time ahead. Through all of this healing, I would begin to fix the heating problem. I ventured out the window to clean and repair the chimney; Strom informed me that the fireplace was Logans favourite space in the house; he spent many winters burning wood staring into the fire. I took care of the chimney and would walk down from the roof and back through the window. As I stepped into the house, I heard a snapping sound and fell to the ground in deep pain. I ended up tearing the meniscus on my right knee. A week into my stay and I was already suffering from an injury, I understood it was game on at this point and worked diligently to finish fixing the heating system and restart Logan's sacred fireplace again.The next day I noticed the ashes from his cremation were in a cardboard box, I spoke to Storm, and she informed me that the urn was not ready yet. I asked her to call the company crafting it right away and tell them we were picking it up next week. I felt that we needed to finish this process and give the urn to Logan's mother to do what she needed on her end for a closer. Sure enough, the company would complete the urn right away, and we would drive into the city to pick it up.Storm and I would prepare a beautiful ceremony and lay his ashes to rest. This would begin the next stage of Storm's healing by giving the urn to Logan's mother. Storm and I would start the cleansing of their home and provide Logan's possessions to the people who wanted them.
We would begin to prepare the house for sale. Painters came to redo the whole home from top to bottom; a roofer came to fix the leaks, and I would begin to give logans stuff away. Logan was a self-made man and very successful on the silver stock option floor; he amassed quite the empire for himself, a true king. Logan's items that had high value we sold at a discount to friends who wanted a little something to remember him and contribute to the estate. Storm and I would use the money to pay down debts. The items that Logan loved the most we gave to the family. Through this process, I would have to keep a calm demeanour and ask his community's right questions to make sure everybody was at ease with having a new man in his home, administering his estate. Before his suicide, he gave most of his money away to family, business loans and investment opportunities; he took personal (passionate) interests in The most challenging part of this variable was to monitor the greed chart (Greedar). It happens when friends and families begin to fight over money, and everyone believes they are entitled to a piece of the financial pie. Logan left everything to Storm, so she decided what to take and give through my council. Storm's family was not happy with this, but she trusted me and listened to my decisions. The closing of estates is not about how much to take, but most importantly, estates are about giving financial opportunities to those who would align closest to logans' visions. Storm understood this. Collecting logan's investments from friends and business associates were not an option. Unanticipated collections from Logans estate would have bankrupted most of the businesses he invested in or put a lot of financial stress on their families; He would not have wanted this. Logan began to give money away quickly in his final years; I have seen this before in many suicide cases where the individuals planning the event will start to spend and give away cash. Storm spoke to me about this. During his low times, Logan would invest quite carelessly and say to her that you need to be ready to lose it before you invest it.I spoke to Storm and explained that we need to settle the investments below-market/forecast profit, and most of them not to collect at all; she would agree. After the beach home was fixed and repainted, I asked Storm to invite Logan's mom over for a meeting.For privacy purposes, I will use the alias name of Julia for Logan's Mother. We needed to inform Julia about everything that I was helping with and discuss the estate.Julia would visit the beach house; It was an agitated and emotional time for everybody. I could sense that Julia was not happy with me in her Son's home and was hurt that the space transformed. I assured her that I was here to help and provide assistance to the closure of Logan's estate; only in time and through my actions would Julia be able to process what I was sharing with her. We would advise Julia that the estate was left to Storm and that most of the money is continuing to pay down debt and fix the home for sale. Storm informed Julia that there was no mortgage insurance, and the majority of the transaction from the house would be towards paying the mortgage.
We would give Julia most of logans possessions, his ashes and one of his favourite things. A set of devices invented by Georges Lakhovsky. Logan became very interested near his final year of life in the Multiple Wave Oscillator and other free energy inventions. I have tried systems that use electromagnetism theory before, such as Tesla coils, with some benefit from them, but this device was unique. I did notice the results of the rehabilitation of my knee. The Lakhovsky Multi-wave Oscillator intended to focus specific frequencies on distressed areas. Even sitting nearby can help manage the symptoms of pain and discomfort. In my experience of pain, personal or treating others, I have found it to be a manifestation of stagnant energy. In theory, a blend of specific frequencies sent to the area of lack can increase blood supply, enhance oxygenation, and accelerate the elimination of waste products in the blood. All of this can contribute to relief from rheumatism and other uncomfortable conditions within the blood and circulatory system.
Storm and I would call the original realtor who sold Logan the house. She heard the news of his death and wanted to help with the sale. Time was an issue for us because the monthly mortgage payments and the taxes were expensive. I also considered family and the local community impacted by the event; the quicker it would sell, the faster relief it would give. The realtor was interested in my field of studies. We spoke many times about energy healing and various techniques that I learned through my years of travels.She brought some friends and family over to the house to perform some treatments; everybody was very open in the long beach community. Now, the healing center that Storm and Logan wanted to create was becoming a reality. Storm and I would ask the realtor if she had buyers that bought homes under market value; we did not want the house listed on the market. I understood that many people would be skeptical at purchasing a home where suicide or unusual deaths took place; for me, the best scenario would be to find a purchaser and sell the house right away. The realtor did end up finding someone quickly, a manageable price to pay down debt and some money left over to pay the real estate and lawyer fees. To celebrate, Storm and I would bury some of his ashes in the garden with a quartz crystal and plant his favourite flower (Sun Flower) and visit a local Italian restaurant that logan would regularly visit to eat one of his favourite meals. Now the estate was coming to a close; we were ready to invite Logan's mother back to the beach house to take more of his items. Storm and I would rent a large truck, and when Julia arrived, we would begin to fill it with furniture, clothing, camera equipment, stereo systems and kitchen products. Logan always purchased the most expensive but useful items. Julia wanted to speak with me in private; she was very concerned because two teenagers close to Logan and his family were distraught and furious with Storm. The situation began to come to a boiling point, and Julia asked me to settle the boys. The teenagers were close to john, and he was a brother or father-like figure to them. I asked the two boys to jump into the truck with me and drive to the storage centre to keep logans items.We all spoke, and they shared their concerns; the kids missed logan and were very confused about why he would leave everything to storm to settle. I explained to the best of my abilities that I would talk slowly and call on Logan's spirit for guidance. I would be practical and concise; they listened and began to calm. The teenagers helped me unload all the possessions into the storage unit; then, I would say one last thing before leaving. I explained to them that Logan worked very hard for all of these items we just moved, and I was sure that Logan would expect them to do the same. One day when they were old enough and worked adequately, they will get the key to this storage unit, and everything will be there’s to appreciate (there were a lot of expensive items for young kids). But for now, the key will be in the hands of Julia.
Storm would tell me a story of a Taino chief; his name is Roman. He knew john very well and was one of the first people who would show up at the beach home to begin the cleansing process. He would cut a large section of the mattress where Logan took his life and the bedding to burn in a purification ceremony.When I heard this story, I was very impressed and wanted to meet a solid brother that did excellent work, and I would ask to meet him right away. Roman came over to the home, and we spoke for hours; he told me the difficulty he experienced during the burning of Logan’s bedding. He works with addictions in the New York area and holding a huge space for many people. He invited me to an exclusive Taino sweat and wanted to initiate me into his traditional fire ceremony.We would fast for the whole day and take the drive out to the forest. Roman would introduce me to the medicine he would be serving me before the sweat. He understood I have travelled around the world and experienced many medicine ceremonies with many tribes. Roman asked me to be very present to the Taino tradition and let all of the other initiations I received go while I spend time with him. He educated me about the indigenous people of the Caribbean; they were the primary settlers of most of Puerto Rico. Cuba, Jamaica and the Dominican Republic. At the time of European contact, the Taino separated into four groups and identified as the Classic Taino (Hispaniola and Puerto Rico), Western (Cuba, Jamaica, and the Bahamas), and the Eastern (northern Lesser Antilles islands). A fourth group travelled to Florida and was divided into smaller tribes. Roman shared some aspects of Taino spirituality, or in my case, because of interest in ethnobotanicals; he would educate me about the psychedelic world of the culture. Various aboriginal cultures across the globe have always used plant medicine to commune with higher realities; the Taino shamans used hallucinogens to obtain communication with the spiritual world. Natural stimulants were considered divine and only used by those who could unite the supernatural with the material. The Taino shamans would gain a higher power to heal the sick and secure the survival of the tribe. The most notable of these natural hallucinogens to the Taino were the cohoba. Its effectiveness is well documented and extends to over 55 indigenous tribes. Sometimes mixed with tobacco, shamans used cohoba to cure illnesses and to resolve difficulties among the community. The participants would fast before taking it to assure purity within the body. The medicine would provide a purge, and a cleaner channel would give a more profound release. They would sniff the powder made from tobacco and vegetable seeds from handcrafted long wooden tubes, blowing cohoba to the nose of another person.I was ready for the rapé ceremony and the snuffing of the Tobacco based medicine up to my nose. Roman would provide a more extensive dose and use a sacred snuff that he wore around his neck. It was a very intense process from the beginning; my nose started to run as I felt my sinuses wanting to flush themselves out. I had to focus on keeping my head tilted back to keep the medicine in my system. I began to gag as I tasted the Rape down the back of my throat and into my stomach, then a massive sweat took over my body as I heated up from head to toe. The vomiting took over for about 10 minutes, followed by projectile bowel movements for another 15 minutes. 1/2hour later, after my body finished experiencing hysteria, the trip turned into an intuitive, mild psychoactive exposure lasting hours. Roman laughed with me as I came out of it because my knowledge went out the window in 10 minutes, and he knew I was into it.
Storm would go; next, her dose was a little milder but sufficient for her body size. She would receive a soft purge and a letting go of trauma as we would both prepare for the next ceremony, the Taino sweat. We would line up, and the Cheif would offer another snuff I would accept, and Storm would decline. The second time around was a milder dose so I could be present for the sweat; after the snuff, Roman would place a small lump of hot coal from the fire from his mouth and breath into me. He asked me to accept the Taino tradition of light I received and breathe in the heat the step into the sweat; the storm would follow me in.It was scorching, and one by one, each rock was placed into the small hole dug into the centre of the ground. Roman would chant and sign and ask everyone to release their visions of healing. One by one, each person would speak aloud, sharing a quick voice of letting go. I was quiet and said nothing awaiting Strom's command of letting go. She broke down and began to weep and call out Logan's name. Storm grieved deeply and cried for an hour in the heat. She was grabbing me and asking for help as the others watched and held space. I ignored her and explained that nobody would be fully there in life, and she must go through this process of sweat alone. I moved a few spaces over away from her as she continued to let go. The culmination of all the healing and grieving work that we shared back at the Longbeach house was bubbling to the surface.The sweat would come to an end, Storm and I would finish with a walk through the forest and make our way back to continue with the estate's closing.The buyers of Logan's beach house were ready to move in; all of the Estate's debts were paid out, and my 5-month stay in New York is now complete. Strom would have enough money to move on with her life and continue her process of restoration. One day I would like to revisit New York through different lenses, but service calls onwards to my next mission.