My Magical Discovery of Evolver

Once again, I surpassed my standards for an epic adventure.

The
night began tamely enough. It was my sister Clare's eighteenth
birthday, and I happened to be in town, which is a rarity these days.
Our cousin John, with whom I'd been living with in Texas in December, was in
town for his favorite little cousin's special day, and my mother had
just returned from a month-long retreat in the mountains. We were
already giddy to be together, and to top it all off with a birthday was
perfect.

We're really short on money- isn't everyone, these
days?- and though I'd been home for a month, I hadn't gone out to eat,
or even made it to Boulder from my little town of Lafayette. I
protested when Mom offered to take the three of us, plus Clare's
boyfriend Danny, to sushi; but she insisted. Danny and John had never
met, and we weren't sure how Mom would do in a social situation like
this, but everything was better than we could have expected. We
reserved a tea room to ourselves, and toasted Clare's eighteenth year
with green tea and avocado rolls. Edamame, miso soup, tempura,
moshi balls, and roll after roll of sushi was consumed over flowing
conversation, and despite the laid-back mood, I dreaded the arrival of
the bill. When our waitress brought it, Mom yelped and cried, "Look at
this number!" The bill was for exactly $111.91: Clare's time and year
of birth.

I always pay attention to synchronicities. They're
like the Universe giggling, giving you a high-five, letting you know
that you're in the right place at the right time.

Mom went home
after dinner, and John, Clare, Danny and I wandered up Pearl Street,
lingering at shop windows. "Don't forget, we have to be home at 8 for Lost!" I impatiently reminded Clare as we approached the benched area where I'd met some of the Harry Potter
kids the previous summer. I was telling John about the serendipity that
had brought me to them, when Clare cried "David!" and ran to hug a boy
in a yellow jacket.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm going to see my favorite author, Daniel Pinchbeck." David replied, holding out a book with a trippy, black and white cover.
"What
did you say?" I asked. To say that Daniel Pinchbeck has influenced my
life is an understatement. Lately, when I haven't been traveling, I've
been writing a book of my own, so I haven't had an ample amount of time
to delve into literature during my down time. However, Pinchbeck's book, 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatyl,
had found me repeatedly. Last February, while on a spontaneous,
serendipitous pilgrimage in India, my friend Naoki was cleaning out his
bag and he found this book, which he'd picked up randomly at an
airport. "Here," he said, handing it to me, "This seems like something
you might like." I'd never really talked about 2012 or any of the
topics Pinchbeck covered, but I delved into his book, as his worldwide
journey into spirituality resonated with me. I learned so much, but
only got halfway through, and gave the book to my friend Jai when I was
cleaning out my college dorm for my move to Hawaii (this is all such a
long story, which is why I've written a book- it's so much to
explain!). While I was on that little emerald in the middle of the
Pacific, I had fantastic experiences with the occult and esoteric, and
the night that I left, my friend Amy gave it to me as a consolation
present for leaving my beloved island behind. I finished it while I was
working in southern California, and gave it to my friend in San
Francisco.
2012 impacted
my reality in a variety of ways, and I'd wanted to meet Daniel
Pinchbeck since I started reading. I'm not one to obsess over
celebrities or go out of my way to meet them, but I always seem to find
just the people I'm looking for. Daniel was the one person who I wanted
to contact- he's doing exactly what I want to do; bringing everyday
people to the light through the magic of storytelling.
Naturally, when he turned up in my general vicinity, I squealed and jumped up and down. "Screw Lost!"
I cried, "We're going to the bookstore!" We headed inside the crowded
store, up the stairs, and to a lecture area sandwiched between
bookshelves. A crowd of people ranging in age and fashion already
occupied the seats, but there was standing room up two stairs, between
more shelves.
My view was obstructed by lamps and books on display,
but I was still able to glimpse the empty table if I stood on my toes.
Daniel Pinchbeck took the stage without much of a kerfuffle, with two
other brown-haired men. All three seemed supremely laid-back and
comfortable. Daniel was better-looking than he'd appeared on YouTube,
with a serious demeanor and rectangular glasses. He sat on the far
right, where I could just barely see him, but I could hear him
perfectly. He talked for a while about 2012, the economic collapse, and
such, saying things I really needed to hear. From my experiences and
intution, I feel- I know-
that this is It. We are in a time of destruction and creation,
spiraling to the point of no return. The problem is, I have trouble
debating it. I'm just not an arguer. Clare and I talk about this all
the time, hoping, postulating, and planning; but John refused to fully
believe in a mass transition of consciousness taking place. Proof is
everywhere to me, but it's also easy to talk oneself away from all of
the evidence that we're in for a transformation. Daniel spoke simply,
humorously, and clearly; reiterating facts and theories which I knew
innately, but that John needed to hear from a respected source.
After
Daniel was finished, the two other men spoke: Michael and Tristan, both
brilliant, engaging, and charming. After their speeches, Daniel took
questions from the audience. Some people asked expansive,
thought-provoking questions, while others seemed to desire little more
than to spout big words and show off radical ideas. I didn't think I
had a question to ask, but suddenly it came to me, screaming to be
asked, for it was something that had been bothering me for a while. My
short, flailing arm was blocked by a lamp, and overlooked by the men at
the table. My weight rested entirely on my big toes, and my legs turned
purple from lack of circulation, but still, I was ignored. Giving up
was the only logical choice if I didn't want to make a fool out of
myself; but more importantly, I wanted to hear what these men had to
say. Everyone was asking about the upcoming shift in consciousness;
mentioning the galactic alignment, newfound psychic powers, and
everything that, while important, has been discussed extensively. Mine
was a question that's often mentioned offhandedly but rarely discussed,
and I just had to know what these people, who had extensively
researched the paradigm shift, had concluded. I wedged my way down the
stairs and into the audience, but my rigid hand was still ignored.
"We've
got time for one more question," Daniel said, searching the room. The
curly-haired man on the leftmost seat pointed to me, and I stood up and
asked my question.
"We always talk about what's going to happen to
us," I said, "But what about the people who don't use their brains
extensively, who just choose to live in ignorance and denial? If we
make the leap into the next stage of consciousness and start using
total brain functioning, we're obviously interconnected with all of
these other people, and would potentially bring them up with us. But
will they be able to make the leap, without ever exploring any of this
before? Would their brains just... explode?" The audience laughed
good-naturedly at this, but I was relatively serious. "Nobody really
mentions what's going to happen to these people, who are part of us but
still somehow separate."
"That's a really good question," Daniel
said. "Obviously, we don't know what exactly is going to happen in
2012. We can speculate and hope for the best for ourselves, but I can
also see some very difficult times ahead. We already see the downfall
of society, with the economic crisis and upcoming food shortages, and
it's becoming evident that we could be in for some times of suffering
and hardship. It's been prophesied. It would be wonderful if everyone
could make this sudden leap forward, but it may be impossible for some
people. However, as the year grows nearer, I think that more and more
people are going to wake up and come together, so perhaps it's not as
dire as it seems.
"I guess that's all the time we have," he
concluded, "but why don't we all just go somewhere and talk? Once I'm
done signing books, we can all meet, have a drink, and talk about
what's important." Someone suggested the b. side lounge, and with that,
the crowd dispersed. Some people stayed to have their books signed, and
the rest of us filed out.
"We have to go!" I said, "Clare, who cares that it's a school night? This is a once in a lifetime chance!"
"Best birthday ever!" she agreed, and we walked down Pearl Street to meet our destinies.

We
arrived at the swanky lounge before anyone else. Two couches were
pushed together and we ordered mates and antipasta. More and more
people- mostly hippies- trickled in, and we devoted a corner to a
meeting of the minds. I sat behind a woman with nappy blonde braids and
we discussed the collective consciousness created by music festivals
and whatnot. Then I looked out the window, and there he was: Daniel
Pinchbeck, just walking down the sidewalk. I waved... he waved back. He
entered the restaurant, spouted a few quick hellos, placed his black
jacket on a chair, and ducked into the back doors.

I really had
to pee, but I didn't want to lose my place. I wanted to talk to him so
badly, but I had no idea what I would say. My bladder took priority,
and I waltzed through the same doors through which Daniel had just
disappeared. An empty hallway greeted me, and I veered through the door
marked "Ladies" on the right. After relief, a cleavage adjustment, and
a thorough hand-washing, I walked back out into the hallway. At the far
end, I spotted a familiar head of dark, ash-blond hair and a slightly
curved posture.
"Daniel!" I said. He turned around to face me.
"Can I just say... thank you for existing?" I asked, and he approached
me, loping slightly like a wolf.
As always happens when I meet
celebrities or have soul connections, I got in the zone beyond memory
or effort. Everything that I said was completely from the heart. Though
we conversed intensely, I only remembered snippets of what was said.
"I
don't idolize people or anything," I said, "but you stand out to me
above just about anyone who's well-known to the world. Your book has
found me on twice, both in totally random circumstances, and it's
changed my life. In fact, how I ended up here was a complete
synchronicity."
"That's amazing," he said, "By the way, I really enjoyed your question. It was... real."
"Thanks!"
I replied, "It's been on my mind a lot lately. Actually, your book sort
of led me to write my own- I've had crazy adventures that brought me to
spirituality, and my life's been changed by psychedelics many times. My
book would appeal to a vastly different audience, but I really respect
what you've done- touching peoples' lives, reaching out to them."
I opened the door out of the hallway and we walked out together, not breaking our conversation or eye contact.
"Very cool," he said, "What's your book called?"
"Universal Traveler."
"You should post an excerpt on my website, Reality Sandwich," he offered.
"I'll do that!"
"What's your name, by the way?"
"Anna." We shook hands, and I added, "It's really amazing to meet you. I can't believe I just ran into you like that."
"We're
all coming together right now for a reason," he said, "I mean... just
look at all of these people here. Spectacular happenings are afoot."
"I
can't wait to see what we do!" I said, "I feel like there's a deadline
for all of this... to be the best we can be, do all that we can do, and
touch as many peoples' lives as we can by 2012. I'm glad we're on the
same team."
Our conversation ended somewhere along the line- he was
interrupted by another fan, and all that needed to be said had been
said.
I went back to sit with John, Clare, and Danny, but before I
had made myself comfortable on the cushy leather sofa, I was waved over
by Michael, the curly-haired young man who had spoken with Daniel.
"That
was a really good question," he said, "I wanted to talk to you more
about it." We started talking about the great leap forward; how
everyone is on a different level and together, we'll be able to reach
heights unforeseen. Other people flitted in and out of our talk, and I
found myself conversing with everyone around, making soul connections
and discovering how intelligent and passionate these people were about
their world, their consciousness, their Selves. The third speaker and I
recognized each other- perhaps from a past life- and talked about
infinite possibilities, and our energies combined and grew to encompass
the room, the city, the Universe.
This is what happens when souls
collide. I'd been figuratively locked up for a month, and as soon as I
came out of my cell, I had an astronomical night beyond my wildest
dreams. After a month of theorizing and coming up with ideas entirely
on my own, I met a group of vibrant, glowing people who had
brainstormed or dreamed the same things as I had. We talked about what
mattered, not worrying about judgment or censorship, and I was
completely reaffirmed in everything I believe in: manifestation, the
paradigm shift, tribe, collective consciousness, synchronicities,
magnetism, and the perfection of our exquisite universe.

I want to reach out and communicate with people who care
about our radical revolution that becomes more inevitable by the day,
but I didn't know how to express who I am. How do I tell of my travels;
how they're all interwoven and spontaneous and wild and deeply
important to my evolution? How do I convey the person I have become?
This night, I realized, is the epitome of who I am. Things like this
just come to me. I achieve my wildest dreams without effort, and in
doing so, learn more about my Universe and the humans with whom I share
the planet.

I am Anna Humphreys, and this is my life.