Breathe In, Breathe Out
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Hello Spain!
Update:William has walked 500 kilometers through Spain as of this writing. (February 2026) Beginning in Marbella and traveling the Southern Coast of Spain.
Updated February 23 2026: William says, "I have lost my passport and have arrived in Valencia to visit the consulate. . Your donation will help me find a new passport. Thank you!"
What Is This Story About?
This is a story about moving through life as a monumental moment. Making an impact on your own state of existence, building grey matter memories for the rocking chair days. This is about shattering the mold society casts upon you in order to keep you toeing the line.
It is about sticking to your principles, no matter how unorthodox or how difficult it may make your circumstances. This story is about changing it up to please your Self. As a force of good in the universal code of existence!
How many people live their lives eating shit out of the hands of their masters with a smile saying it tastes great? Not knowing the reason why it is countermanding survival. What hunger does this satisfy?
This is the story of how I lost my mindfulness and found my way to the Garden of Eden... (Figuratively speaking, of course)
This story begins a long, long time ago in a town called Seabrook, NH. That is where I got hit by a truck life.
l was also hit by a real truck and left on the side of the road for dead. Special thank you to the Seabrook First responders who scraped my face off the pavement and gave me a second chance at life.
The Beef of the Story
This is only the beginning as far as I am concerned in galactic time! I am just an inkling in the gods eye. (Relatively speaking... of course)
Step Into The Wayback Machine, Mr/Mrs (pick your pronoun) Peabody
Way back, way back, way back and caught at the warning track, *screeeeeeeech! I was hit by a truck (called life) back in 2017 when a car hit me by a surprise that left me lying barely conscious mentally and completely crushed physically. I was unable to argue at the time when the driver returned to the scene fifteen minutes later to claim I rode my bicycle right out in front of him.
To PTSD Or Not To PTSD
... ¿what was the question?Being hit by a truck caused much pain as I broke three ribs and both my tibia and fibia bones in lower leg. I exacerbated my own condition by refusing pain medications immediately after leaving the hospital. Did I mention a slight head injury? (slight...)
The intense pain I encountered during this period led to bouts of alcohol abuse and recurring episodes of overwhelming anxiety and hyper-sensitivity. (Did I mention I am an empath?)
Some Day, Something Will Make You Grateful For The Pain
I have had experience with meditation/mindfulness and Tai Chi in the the past but during this iteration of my life I behaved as a dedicated recluse in my daily activities. I drove away every person I loved (including myself) but somehow I hung on to the desire and will to live and practiced meditation as my only pain relief. Other than Ayurvedic Medicine. I believe these elements saved my life.