— Spiritual Van Life Story —
About the Article Series
So, what is Spiritual Van Life? Van Life, on its own, already became a fashionable alternative Lifestyle for a whole new breed of nomads. It is a conscious decision to follow a free and more sustainable philosophy that involves scrutinizing at least certain obsolete concepts in general society. Of course, you can be a full-blown atheist or a fully committed capitalistic materialist to be intrigued by this lifestyle. Still, I am convinced there is a significantly higher percentage of genuine Spiritual Seekers among van lifers than in the average society.
I believe the essential trait to question the Status Quo of this current paradigm and pursue a peaceful journey toward inner and outer Freedom is what I like to call Spiritual Van Life. This concept’s “Van” aspect describes the form of a mobile home. It could be any vehicle, a boat, or even your suitcase. Noteworthy is the intentional idea. Freedom and flexibility of movement are the measurable targets here.
The primary purpose of this blog is to share a secret that only a minority is aware of. This secret has many names and is known in many ancient and modern traditions. It is called: Manifestation, Co-creation, or Transsurfing. It is the notion that every individual emerges from the singularity of Oneness to co-create his very own Reality. Life is a stage-play in a multidimensional and multi-timeline Universe. Others call it the Matrix.
— Christian Köhlert
Author of the Article Series
“Following my friend Jens on an
Adventure from Kanada to Mexico.”
from Canada to Mexico
Written by Christian Köhlert
Creating the reality you desire is a profound art. This technique is known as a manifestation, consisting of three primary ingredients. The first part is the idea. You have to have a concept of what you want. The trick I figured out is that this wish has to come directly from your heart. This technique will never work sustainably if a desire emerges from your mind’s imprint. Most people have no clue what they want! They also tend to be fixed on symbols like: „I want to be a millionaire“ or „I want to drive a Ferrari.“
So here is the story of how we manifested stuff. Since I got here, we have been strolling through big home depots and other halls full of tools and equipment. We only need about 20 items to have all the essentials to start our journey. I did not expect the preparation to be that intense. Of course, we are looking for the best prices, and going to the big shopping centers is the fastest way to get the things we need quickly, but on Sunday, we proceeded with another approach.
The good news is that we made our maiden drive with our camper vehicle, which gave us reasonable confidence that this construction would last down to South America. Unfortunately, Jens got the message that the delivery of personal items from Germany he expected this week would take another ten days to arrive. Even though we would like to hit the road sooner than later, we try to look at the bright side of this situation. Now we have time to implement some other features in our mobile home.
We are still at the workshop in the vast nothingness of farmland 65 km outside of Medicine Hat—a place called Elk Water. Time and space work differently out here. We have already spent four days here on a short trip back to the city to buy some more stuff, but I can’t say for sure. I missed my birthday – do I have to say more? This place is like a monastery or a spiritual retreat center. We have no telephone connection, no internet, no tap water, and no restroom. Metaphorically speaking, you have to take a shovel into the field to find inner peace.
The cage of the camper, or as I now call it, “the framework,” has been done, and we are back in Medicine Hat! This brings us closer to the point of leaving the town. There are still some things to arrange in the physical realm so we can feel completely prepared to head off. We expect to remain in this city for four more days of preparation. We’ve also achieved a significant breakthrough in the mental realm since we spent many evenings of verbal sharing to narrow down a particular concept with what principles we like to approach this journey and what quality of experiences we want to encounter in this process.
Sometimes you have accomplished something special in life. For example, you finished a particular apprenticeship or mastered a specific degree. After you get handed out that diploma from the university, it seems like a big object disappears from your stage of life. The burden of scholarship usually takes a big chunk of your resources; when it is gone, space is all that remains. This same achievement can create a void or even a vacuum that wants to be filled. The same applies to the end of a significant relationship that took a lot of room. Some of those sweeping stage events are emotionally painful; others are liberating.
t took much longer than we expected—the first estimations aimed for ten days after my arrival. We spent more than one and a half months finishing our preparations, and we might have learned about patience. For the last couple of weeks, we were rotating between Medicine Hat and the monastery of junk, aka the workshop in Elkwater. Nothing extraordinary happened until two young trigger-happy “preppers” showed up with a truck full of guns. That was some unexpected entertainment for me since I didn’t have such an excellent opportunity to witness the unnecessary waste of money with loud booms and smoke since I left the army.
The journey began, and we enjoyed our road trip from the first moment. Heading for the west-coast area, we had the opportunity to stop at friends of Jens – except for a few occasions where we spent the night somewhere else. Since he had already crossed this part of Canada on his bicycle, he seemed to know a couple of guys in every town along the road. He could connect to people that well because of his passion for skateboarding. All his friends who welcomed us to their places treated us with love and hospitality. It seems like skateboarders still maintain a codex of brotherhood among their kind in Canada.
I have been in the US for more than a week now. At first, it felt pretty awkward. I traveled all alone. Jens could not cross the border because of a contaminated “weed grinder.” Still, everything worked out fine. Our vehicle, which I named “Frederique” (the girl’s name with a long “e”), was doing her job flawlessly. Sometimes she is a bit shaky, like an old vessel on rough seas, but that underlines her coziness. It would be best if you had the patience to ride with her. The slow drive crossing the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest wasn’t tricky. This road led me through a beautiful valley with Bavarian villages and steep climbs
Well, let’s start where I ended my story last time. I stayed for over two weeks with my friends in Otis – a small town close to Lincoln City, right at the beautiful beach of Oregon. My friends are both in their 60s and developed pretty different lifestyles. While Bary is still very active and doing various businesses, Gary, on the other hand, does nothing more than smoking weed to “numb” the symptoms of his diabetes and writing articles on his website. Sometimes he walks on the beach, though. That is everything you can expect from him, at least it seemed.
Since my trip to my friends in Santa Cruz, I have been on my own again. I proceeded on my way along the west coast of California. The next stop was Monterey. It is a perfect place for tourists, and even now, it is overrun with visitors in late October. I found an excellent place to park “Frederique” (the RV) near the golf course. It was quiet and disclosed there. The only downside was that I got woken up every morning by the “plings” the drivers produced when early bird golfers hit the ball for the fairway. After three days, a friendly cop reminded me that campers could only stay for 72 hours.
I have been traveling through the USA for almost two months. Most of the time, I was by myself. The fantastic impressions consumed my attention—tons of information I received from all these conversations along the way needed some time to be processed. Still, my main goal and primary mission were to get “Frederique,” the camper, to Mexico, where I could reunite with Jens; as I outlined before, I am not a mechanics type of guy, so this trip was a leap of faith to me. Now Jens is back on the team, and “Frederique” got all the maintenance I could not grant her.
Before 2004 I used to call synchronicities weird coincidences because I did not know a better term. This same year, I read a book about Swiss psychotherapist Carl Gustav Jung. The book was “Cosmic Trigger” written by Robert Anton Wilson. According to Wilson, C. G. Jung had his weird coincidences. Since he was researching the more prominent topic of collective consciousness, he felt that this kind of unique phenomenon deserved a professional investigation and a more severe hypothesis. Not everyone is aware of what synchronicity is. I guess the majority doesn’t even know
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