When I was a kid, my friends always said I was way too deep and heavy. I somehow knew better about a lot of things yet did not know why. I had the ability to read energies and know when people were being false to themselves. I would hear my classmates make up stories for the teacher, such as “I’m sorry, I didn’t do my homework because my dad has been real sick.” Somehow I knew that to lie was to die, but how did I know this? I seemed to innately know that when you know better but do not do better, there is a price to pay. The price is the inability to have an authentic, empowered, and energetic life. The price is that you die a little. You cannot have anything real if you are unable to express anything real. You can get in life only what you bring.
Excerpt: When Did You Die?