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    When we set and hold an intention, perform the inner and outer work necessary, then get the hell out of the way and let the universe do its thing, it’s amazing how circumstances and events conspire to open doors where before there were only windows. Or even walls.  

    Back in July of last year, I decided I wanted a tattoo. I had thought about it before, but this was the first time I set the intention. That simple but deliberate act set into motion a series of events that have taken me to the last step on this particular journey..

    When I set the intention, I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted tattooed on my body. The very idea of having such a permanent mark on my body, my temple, for the rest of my life was one of things that kept me from committing to it. I don’t know what shifted in me. But I do recall taking a long walk through Westwood, California one night, listening to the song “Hypnotized” by Fleetwood Mac, over and over again. I reflected on the past nine months of my life, most of which I had spent in treatment facilities for depression, anxiety, and trauma.

    It had been one painful, exhilarating, tumultuous, exciting motherfucker of a ride. I recall becoming very emotional. My eyes welled up, goosebumps formed on my flesh, and I had to stop several times to cry. I was as raw as fresh meat.

    My nickname, “SuperFly”, has always felt like an appropriate alias. I got the moniker in college, primarily because my favorite pro wrestler was Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka. And, during those crazy days, I had a penchant for spontaneously leaping off of elevated objects and crashing down on people (Superfly’s signature move). My college chums still call me that (often shortening it to just “Fly”). I like calling myself SuperFly. The name fits me like a glove.

    And the word “Fire” kept popping up in my stream of consciousness. I had walked on fire; I had walked through fire, for the past three-quarters of a year. I felt a fire within me. I felt some combination of “SuperFly” and “Fire” might work. Maybe with a design that I came up with as well; something that symbolized The SuperFly Fire.

    I had planned to get the ink done in California before I left last August. But the tattoo shop I went to did not impress me. And the artist I talked to there impressed me even less. There was no way I was gonna let anyplace or anybody I didn’t get a great vibe from come within twenty feet of my body with a rapidly pulsating needle full of permanent ink, forever marking my temple. So after that less than satisfactory experience, I tabled the idea, and more or less forgot about it. But the intention had already been set. It just wasn’t going to happen on my time table.

    Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I checked into a Marriott hotel in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Virtually directly across the hotel, I spotted a shop called Superfly Tattoo. Lights, whistles, bells, screaming guitar chords, and massive drum grooves went off in my head and heart. “Eureka!” I expounded. “That’s it. A sign from the universe.” The time is right. Now, I had to decide exactly what to get.

    At my last treatment center, I was exposed to the Tao symbol for fire, one of the five basic elements in Taoist philosophy. I determined that I am most associated with the fire type personality. The fire type is The Lover: Creative, expressive, fun loving, and easily distracted by beauty and joy. Sure as shit sounds like me. It’s a cool little symbol, a poignant spiritual talisman that speaks to me. 

    I did some research on it. According to Susan Levitt in an article she wrote for The Feng Shui Journal; “Fire personality traits are love, passion, leadership, spirituality, insight, intuition, aggression, reason, and expressiveness. The fire personality is right out front. A fire type succeeds by becoming warm hearted and generous. Experiences of love, compassion, fun, joy, and pleasure are healing for fire individuals.” Man, can I relate to that.

    She continues; “When fire expresses it’s most masculine yang energy, it’s color is red. When fire expresses feminine yin energy, it’s color is purple.” As a kid, red was my favorite color. As an adult, I painted my house purple. ‘Nuff said.

    Not only did all of this hit home, but it reminded me, as I stood there staring at the tattoo shop, that “Fire” had been one of my original ideas back in August. Now, I had a symbol that powerfully expressed that, on multiple levels. It felt right. In my heart. In my gut. In my bones.

    At first, that was gonna be it. The Taoist symbol for fire. But then I recalled that my nickname “SuperFly” had also been with me when I set my intention. And that was the name of the tattoo shop. A powerful synergy had been created. The energy circle had been completed. And I had no doubt what I wanted permanently inked on my body, my temple. 

    Finally, I was ready. The universe and I co-created this cascade of circumstances and events that lead me right to my destination. 


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