My name for this life is Alexander, named after both my father and Alexandros Megalos. I was born in 1985 in Athens, Greece. The law in Greece states that for you to be a Greek citizen your parents must be Greek citizens and since mine are both Canadians for the first year of my life I was not a citizen of any country (until the Canadian consulate convinced my parents to apply for citizenship), for this reason I've always considered myself a citizen of the world and find the concept of nationalism silly.
The reason I was born in Greece is that my Father is an archeologist specializing in the Minoan civilization who was working at Knossos at the time, so the first two years of my life were spent between the British School of Archeology in Athens and various dig sites around Crete. When I was two years old my parents had a terrible divorce that ended with my mom taking my older sister and I and bringing us back to Canada.
Contact with my father since then has been sparse, once or twice a year at most with one long stretch of 6 years of silence. For the longest time I felt abandoned by my dad who I deeply loved, this sense of abandonment led me to believe that I was worthless. I hated myself but loved the world and so I would always put everyone else's needs ahead of mine. Because of this I've always been very empathetic.
Despite this, my dad has always been my spiritual teacher. When I was 5 or 6 my father was teaching archeology at Columbia University in New York (yes, that WAS Indiana Jones' job
) and so me and my sister would go down to visit him on holidays. My dad developed a network of friends in New York who would do past life regression (or soul surfing as they called it) and psychic readings. He took us to see one of his friends who gave us readings and painted our auras. She told me that in my previous incarnation I was a Buddhist monk living in the Himalayas.
Around this time my father also gave me a large quartz crystal and a deck of tarot cards which I have kept with me since then, through all my moves and purges (I have never lived in any one home more than 2 years and every time I move I throw out the vast majority of my possessions) and have only began to use in earnest this year.
My dad provided me with all these tools and hints for following the New Age spiritual movement and meanwhile my mother would take me to church every Sunday, making sure that I get my first communion and confirmation, until one Sunday she simply asked if me and my sister were really interested in attending church, which we both replied to with a negative. I absolutely LOVE the teachings of Christ but organized religion just doesn't do it for me.
Despite being offered these paths for spirituality, for some reason I was terrified to admit to myself that I believed in God. I always felt the call to awaken spiritually but shied away from it. The most extreme example of this was when what I saw then as God but was probably my higher self attempted to make contact with me and I was so against hearing what it had to say that the message turned into a trumpet blast so loud that it knocked me out of bed. Around this time also I would suffer from sleep paralysis and, what I think of now as visits from negative entities.
My father and I drifted further and further apart until we eventually broke off contact completely between around 2002 and 2008. The thing that brought us back together was my father having a heart attack, on my birthday (I don't think this is a coincidence and neither does he). During this period I was at my most depressed and self-loathing, but found many insightful messages in music and novels (one of the books that led to my spiritual seeking was Phillip K Dick's VALIS). After my father's heart attack I went to visit him in Greece for two months and we would have long conversations about metaphysics and he recommended me some excellent books: The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot, Many Minds Many Master and Love Is All There Is by Brian L. Weiss, MD and of course the Law of One. I didn't begin reading the Law of One for a little while though.
yikes this is going on long and my work shift is done . . . I'll finish this when I get home
The reason I was born in Greece is that my Father is an archeologist specializing in the Minoan civilization who was working at Knossos at the time, so the first two years of my life were spent between the British School of Archeology in Athens and various dig sites around Crete. When I was two years old my parents had a terrible divorce that ended with my mom taking my older sister and I and bringing us back to Canada.
Contact with my father since then has been sparse, once or twice a year at most with one long stretch of 6 years of silence. For the longest time I felt abandoned by my dad who I deeply loved, this sense of abandonment led me to believe that I was worthless. I hated myself but loved the world and so I would always put everyone else's needs ahead of mine. Because of this I've always been very empathetic.
Despite this, my dad has always been my spiritual teacher. When I was 5 or 6 my father was teaching archeology at Columbia University in New York (yes, that WAS Indiana Jones' job
) and so me and my sister would go down to visit him on holidays. My dad developed a network of friends in New York who would do past life regression (or soul surfing as they called it) and psychic readings. He took us to see one of his friends who gave us readings and painted our auras. She told me that in my previous incarnation I was a Buddhist monk living in the Himalayas. Around this time my father also gave me a large quartz crystal and a deck of tarot cards which I have kept with me since then, through all my moves and purges (I have never lived in any one home more than 2 years and every time I move I throw out the vast majority of my possessions) and have only began to use in earnest this year.
My dad provided me with all these tools and hints for following the New Age spiritual movement and meanwhile my mother would take me to church every Sunday, making sure that I get my first communion and confirmation, until one Sunday she simply asked if me and my sister were really interested in attending church, which we both replied to with a negative. I absolutely LOVE the teachings of Christ but organized religion just doesn't do it for me.
Despite being offered these paths for spirituality, for some reason I was terrified to admit to myself that I believed in God. I always felt the call to awaken spiritually but shied away from it. The most extreme example of this was when what I saw then as God but was probably my higher self attempted to make contact with me and I was so against hearing what it had to say that the message turned into a trumpet blast so loud that it knocked me out of bed. Around this time also I would suffer from sleep paralysis and, what I think of now as visits from negative entities.
My father and I drifted further and further apart until we eventually broke off contact completely between around 2002 and 2008. The thing that brought us back together was my father having a heart attack, on my birthday (I don't think this is a coincidence and neither does he). During this period I was at my most depressed and self-loathing, but found many insightful messages in music and novels (one of the books that led to my spiritual seeking was Phillip K Dick's VALIS). After my father's heart attack I went to visit him in Greece for two months and we would have long conversations about metaphysics and he recommended me some excellent books: The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot, Many Minds Many Master and Love Is All There Is by Brian L. Weiss, MD and of course the Law of One. I didn't begin reading the Law of One for a little while though.
yikes this is going on long and my work shift is done . . . I'll finish this when I get home
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Much love to you and your lady. Live in love, friend. 
