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Life Lessons With Uncle Mike
by Ron Henry
Dear readers of Mission Saint Germain,
The following is a personal and special account of a person who has helped shaped my path. We all have people who come into our lives whose life story and experience impact our learning and understanding. We would be fortunate if we would know even a few. I have found it is not the "perfect" examples that have often reflected the most, but rather those that reveal the transcendence and struggles we all experience. Sometimes we come to learn from life as "Grandfather," has taught,... depending on where we sit in the medicine wheel. I thought it will be helpful to include one of Grandfather's stories, which were always a guidepost for life itself. Afterwards i follow with my own accounts of inspirations and lesson's i have learned from "Uncle Mike." I hope you too realize Spirit is teaching all of us from the many manifestations of beauty and mystery of life unfolding itself. Go in the way of a good Vision. RH
.......... Two things happen to a man when he sees himself in the great Looking Pond and neither of them tells the truth. A young brave marvels at his reflection, his strong form and how it cuts a handsome silhouette with the mother sky behind it. He should be happy but he's not for he longs for the things that only wisdom and many winters can bring.
The uncle is equally discontent but for different reasons. He has mounted many horses, but privately he laments getting old....he wonders, if he too has made his mark on the trail of the great prairie.
Hah!.....that's the funny thing with the two leggeds. "We're never happy!" The young are too eager to chase life only to learn some time he will stand before the looking back water just like the Uncle.
Don't always trust what you think you see, especially about yourself. We like to crow like loud birds. You think you see who you are in that shiny water, but you should learn to see yourself as the Great Spirit does. He does not wonder only, have you known many great and strange things.
What is important that when a time comes to wait on a vision an upright knows his place before the creator. Things are different before the great mystery that is life, and life is not just what a man sees staring back at him in the water.
You should think our good friend, the looking glass in the ground is the jokester, the trickster.....it tries to fool us, but so that we can learn. When we have figured out its ways, it releases to us a piece of the vision, whether a man smiles with good or crooked teeth.
I tell you, live your ways as you will, but learn to think like a man who gets from the looks back water, a true story. The true story of a man must include those that he helps on the great journey. Others may take something and grow it in a greater way than we can. Does the path of he that points the arrow to teaching matter less? You may not see the good things that you have dreamed for others rise up in the ground, but because you do not live in that camp does it happen not?
It is a good thing to live in balance within oneself, sometimes you will fail and it will not be so important. Learn to hope and to live as the great mystery Spirit that guides all,...... the flying things, the uprights, the four leggeds, even the rocks and you will understand. You will decide to learn it is so, or i will sit here and wait. It does not change things from the way they are. You can always go back to the pond and take your chances with the trickster.
........GRANDFATHER on learning from the looks back water.
In certain traditions, the Uncle, is the loved one, and the learned one.
We may be somewhat forgotten in the old ways, but the Indians knew all of life were your relations. In that sense maybe you can understand the path with a heart i have shared with Uncle Mike, sometimes called "El Heffe," or as the families of La Manga, Mexico have known him as "El Renegado." For me he is Heffe. Some Hispanics with a not too serious sense of themselves or their culture refer to each other as "my cousin" or my "uncle," regardless of whether their is a biological tie or not. It is an "affiliation" of love handed out in affection. We used to say, it doesn't matter, "somewhere down the lines, we're
Related anyway. For me and Uncle Mike it has always been that way. Michael Hager, "el heffe," whatever if anything and everything has always been about love. Michael Hager in spite of inconsistencies, his voracity for life is and has expressed himself to be a core level loving human being, an upright as Grandfather might say and luminary of life and at times the king of hyperbole.
It's not really fair to tell the story of another through your own incomplete or at times isolated experiences, but knowing Mike or experiencing the expression of Michael Hager, has been itself the fabric and mosaic of life's colorful tapestry. I roll back in reflection and learn as we do via the re-call, the ole "rope de dope," waxing and looking back upon things and people and yet having perspective of the present. Uncle Mike, is like that. The tale of the tape picks up with me hitchhiking along Hwy 1 to Pacifica, with a Safeway bag of clothes and some ideas and hopes for life in the city (San Francisco)
Michael, had gotten a job in the inner city and underground world of TV and Video Marketing with a company called Astronics (i believe) as a Production and Marketing Director. He was making $60,000 a year in a time (1978) when it really was a lot of money. He had disposable income for excesses and never needed extravagant digs, drove a souped-up Dodge Charger, Military green and was gracious enough to provide a temporary sleeping place for me as i was to soon to embark on a path that would eventually lead to a more sustaining Spiritual , Mystical pursuit.
Heffe, had himself been emerged in earlier, metaphysical discovery and occurrences with an eclectic San Francisco based Futurist-survivalist group called "Safespace." Later relationship and intersecting paths would not only link myself to Hager, but through to others who would play a part in the "dharma" and karmic meetings that characterize one's life.
Before i had "found" the path of Saint Germain, The Ascended Masters and the higher purpose for life and it's mysteries, it was individuals like Hager who would play a part to begin opening my eyes to Mysticism, the purpose of re-incarnation, soul-groups and the great Cosmic drama life can be for the seeker of truth.
Around, the period of 1974-75 and before i met Mike, he had been involved with an Anthropology oriented quest into the jungles of Colombia with the "Safespace" team and during the heights and interests, period wise in what could be termed, occult sciences, medicinal and experimental uses of herbs and undocumented, but paranormal occurrences with South American Shaman.
Additionally, Michael had some association and awareness of Blavatsky's teachings during this period. H.P. Blavatsky, A Russian born, student and messenger of the Tibetan adepts, the Masters M (Morya) and K.H. (Koot Hoomi) was responsible for the founding of the Theosophical Society in the late 1800's.
I was in fact, while Hager had been involved in a party of Exploration in South America, had been edging to completion of high school by 1976.
Curiously, i was not to discover about Hager's brief study of Blavatsky's works until 2004, when by that period i had become measurably linked to the same lineage of the Teachings of the Ascended Masters and Saint Germain, that sponsored the Theosophical, IAM, Bridge to Freedom and Summit Lighthouse Activities.
At this early juncture in my path (21 years) Hager, myself and his family had forged an obvious heart connection that would prove to be a basis from which we would re-enter into each others lives for over 25 years, almost always with specific purpose and usually portending of a greater Y in the road.
Michael had been characterized, by some of his peers as Super-Talented, but perhaps as myself difficult to be inclined to sustained achievement.
He probably could have gone on to unusual successes in the production side
of the Video industry as he was technically accomplished, but was in evidence of the searchers restlessness, and even at times, indifference to any pro nuclear family concepts.
Michael is and has always been defined by his sense of family and was not in anyway limited to any generic sense of the word. To me he expressed that quality of a Soul, both in tremendous desire to know love and community in a Universal and personal sense. He was very embracing to the, "family of man." in fact his own close knit family would be reared on a home open to and receptive, to a lifelong collective of souls, some mangy, some quite learned.
All, it would seem, would be easily welcomed and warmed. He actually lived for a time on a street called, "Hearthstone."
I was among these "souls," and more than once. I remember a period in Tucson, during the 90's as my life had met a point of intersection of both loss and gradual redemption. For some reason my Karma, would become intertwined with the Hager family on both sides, mostly Michael would provide space and sustenance, i perhaps would be some extension of enduring friendship and inner comfort in times of outer disappointment with friends and dashed hopes.
I laugh back, remembering those lean days, short on cash and resources, when "Heffe," would dole out what we called "Rat bucks," a termed we coined for the scurrying for cash and empathetic to the fallen player....could be a Ten, a Twenty or even a few. Michael knew these times himself often and as was and is characteristic of him to share and be including of people, borne of that, "I know what that space is like," consciousness.
We even gathered in mid afternoons or near dinner, nestled in the "air cooler," different from an air conditioner in "Summery" Tucson and Michael would dispatch one of his boy's (Josh or Mikey) with me to make a, "run for the border" to get what Taco Bell, used to sell as "Ten Packs" of Tacos and feed inexpensively anyone there (at home)
It were moments like these where we waxed and traded barbs, called "bombing runs," on each other. Yes, it was often fueled by periods of unemployment and indulgences, but there was always the nearness and sense of the approaching "windows" of mystical inclinations and calls to purposeful action and consciousness.
It was with Michael, i first heard terms like, "agreement machine," which would portend the first steps of Alchemy and understanding the importance of "masterminding" to accomplish your goals. For sure, it was not a "perfect" environment of either example of Mastery or Purity, but there was never the absence of heart. Juxtaposed would be Michael's willingness to acknowledge the need and help of God. I first saw put into action the devotion to and humility to pray openly to Catholic saints and the rosary, then place an ad of gratitude in the newspaper when the graces of solutions found, appeared in their lives.
Tucson itself proved to be a foray of historical influences, both in the outer by association and in the subconscious. We must remember in perspective, it is still the land of the Old West and for myself and I'm sure many others it is environment for launching one's Vision, particularly influenced by the desert and deserting landscape from which one can find the space and in the often unrelenting Summer heat,.... transformation.
I have said i came to Tucson, and the land itself, and its ways, singed out of me what remaining substance i could not longer carry in my consciousness as "baggage." Layers of pain or non-surrender, not completely eradicated by free will, could not keep with me, as parts of my known identity remained, something expansive and receptive in me,.... did emerge, and my path, lifestyle and direction would be re-oriented.
Again, it was "Heffe" who helped launch my embarkment of deeper entering into finding my path. Soon, more remnants of my "outlaw" personifications and even interests would become demised in the conquering onslaughts of "getting older," more geezerly as Michael would remind me and navigate his missiles of pointed and if rugged but effective, "straffings" on a worn and waning view of myself. Yes, Michael, in his wit and imperfections had become a instrument
Of my furthering and soon our paths would go in new trails.
I left my brother, Uncle Mike and Tucson, sometime in 1993, onward to a Journey of re-connecting with Saint Germain and the initiations before me in learning the path of the Ascended Masters. I had been living in Michael's driveway in an RV, but undergoing an inner tutoring, studying the texts of the Adepts...taking lone walks in the desert and a nearby wash, being "stripped" in the elements and heat, watching the weight of psychological and emotional burdens given into this transforming fire for i knew not "what" for except an inner purpose.
Towards the end, i less and less went inside the house with Michael and his family. In a way, maybe secretly, unmentioned i felt i had been granted an opportunity to go off to "school" sometimes merited of not all members of the group or tribe. In a sense i felt i was carrying some archetype or metaphor for another aspect of the journey.
It is so interesting that we are mirrors for each other. I was comforted in some sense, Michael, his loyal and accepting wife Sherry, and their son's were inclined, comforted being among each other. Never in a too traditional sense, for there were to be other arrivals. Michael, i felt was at peace in some ways, almost "dug in," but he is a man with the waywardness of the explorer, with an eye to the cosmos and the vistas of the deserts mysteries. There was the reassurance of familiarity and yet the discontent of the Soul that is driven to grow. It was, in a way, that, one must go and one must stay. I always felt objectively that in the crack between worlds of being and becoming, not all of me had been taken, had left the ways of Tucson behind and with Michael, a part himself had gone on this journey with me. He was after all, the Uncle.
Michael and I, both stood upon the bank and saw, into the looks back water and as Grandfather would say, learn to "honor all your relations,".....and so we did.
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