Master E

by Ean Sequoia Jones

Chapter Zero 0

Forewords:

This is a tale of a not-so-ordinary life. 

I am Master E, I will communicate the Mastery of my human experience.

This is a book all about me; writing about me for me, if you can’t handle me then don’t read me. As a reader, it is best for you to be egoless, formless, and free of judgment. Proceed in a state of cool, calm, collected, creative, and curious. You may have never met me however, I challenge you to embrace me with loving acceptance, for that is the ultimate Mastery of this human experience. 

 This is my unfiltered life, it is fucking ugly as it is fucking beautiful. Most importantly it is genuine, without sparing a detail so long as it is important. This book is truthful involving fiction would diminish the absurdity of my reality, I could not dream up the fantasy of my Nonfiction.

Intention

I am Master E, a lifelong student, teacher, and being. There may be many things that follow the words ‘I Am’ in this book, they are just descriptors of my doings. 

In reality, I am, that I am, being I am.

I record what I do to inspire others to learn from my life so that the unfurling chaos of living might have a purpose. I try to live my life with wholeness, knowledge, and wisdom in each step along the path. I may wander from a path, but know that I am not lost, just exploring the extent of the flow. For the space between paths becomes the path.

I hope that Master E is inspirational and leads to many getting their own story down and learning more about themselves as I have done with the making of Master E. Writing is like having a permanent conversation with the two most important people in your life, Yourself and your creator. 

These words and passages are merely a glimpse into my life. A way to pass on a legacy of information, one that will serve me. If this story serves others in any way I welcome it and rejoice within it. I am using it as a map of the lessons of my life, a tool to glean meaning and gratitude from my life, and a recognition of why I live.

We can only do the best that is within our capabilities, the only one that can set our capabilities is ourselves. Ask yourself are you a coach inspiring better within yourself or are you your very own obstacle?

Now that I have filled you with questions, intentions, and curiosity let us dive deep.

Pre- Birth 

Age 0, Year 2000

I began floating in the cosmos, the eternal universe, one with the CREATOR (S). For being in such a state I was one with the divine, one with the universe, and one with the other souls. I knew the deepest secrets of the universe and why it was that such beings as I; were subjected to the human experience. I so yearned to come into the world, to become a human and ride the dynamic wave of life, growing and relearning. There are some that are careless in choosing who it is that raises them up in the human world. But not I. I began seeking out possible parents, and with the knowledge that I possessed, I could see some of the future outcomes of my life. Seeing opportunities for growth for myself and my potential parents. 

 I had been following this couple that was just as unordinary as I was, they weren’t perfect but they were perfect for me. Although something was holding me back, it was contraception, it simply wouldn’t let me into the world. This was frustrating as they often created the place of love that could harbor my human life, but it was this pesky human invention that kept me from these parents. They didn’t want a child to come into the world through them. I know that there is no forcing as that would break the ethics of nature. I did some searching for other suitable couples, but everyone that I came across was not my kind of porage. They would do but it was with the Jones family that would be most ideal. 

In my search, I came across the Minderhoud, Sievers,  and two very different Davis families. These were families where I would find love and learning. I befriended the other newcomers who were soon to enter human lives of their own within these families. They welcomed me like brothers and sisters willing to let me join their families. Flashing forward in my life these would become my second family. 

The Minderhoud family offered a younger brother and older sister with some unique parents. The Sievers family was big, I would have two older sisters and a twin brother, a father with a brilliant mind, and a mother with a huge heart. The first Davis family was filled with deep-seeded problems, covered in perfection. The second Davis family was filled with deep-seeded perfection covered in problems. 

As I was seeing my window getting narrower and narrower for the Jones Family, I began to lose hope. The date came when the man that I wanted to call dad was scheduled for an appointment that would close my window forever.

I knew that I could not settle, I was restless, I needed the lessons that this family would teach me and equally important, they needed me. So I went to those that ran the show, the game, the simulation, the world whatever your word. I expressed my situation and begged for something to be done about it. There was no response, like so many of them like to operate. They are divinely filled with incredible power; they probably have better things to do. I left my sight of prayer and continued to look for people that would have to do as a replacement. Time went by and the appointment date came all too swiftly. I went to watch over my desired parents one last time. I found them with friends, ones that I knew had the sight. For those that don’t know the sight is to sense the presence of us… potential children. 

Ones that have done lots of practice with human energy. Those that are potential children are told to stay away from those with the sight. We might interfere with the world down below. But I had to know if my window was closed. I just had to. So I made my way into the home of a woman with the sight. Being sure to not be seen I kept my distance, I found a great vantage point in the open rafters of the home. I was excited to see that they weren’t off to the doctor. I seemed to have missed the explanation for the missed doctor's appointment. Were my prayers heard? I waited eagerly. The mom that I so desired was explaining that my mom and dad were going on a camping trip. That they were so very grateful for the hospitality. I was filled with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude, that I mattered enough for my prayer to be answered. I suddenly lost all memory of the stealthy mission that I was in the middle of. I began whizzing around the rafters like an obstacle course, I mean I had to do something with all of this energy and emotion. I was so ecstatic that I was unaware of those that I was spying on. They seemed to be doing all of those boring pleasantries that go along with friendship and hospitality. My dad and the husband of the woman with the sight left to go pack up the car with their bags. My mom stayed and the woman with the sight told her that there was a baby trying to enter this world. That she could see a baby close. I had calmed down enough to register the words. I was suddenly pulled from my place among the rafters to a still position above my mother. My mom said that this was absurd, that “Wade had an appointment to see the doctor so that wouldn’t be possible.” I tried my very best to get away; I had been seen! I shouldn’t have come. My dreams were coming true before my eyes, my window suddenly widened, there was a chance. I was bonded to my mother now, I was not capable of leaving her. 

Through this bond I could hear her thoughts, she didn’t believe that a baby would come into her life. Although a voice in her head, so small began to grow. “You are off of birth control. You thought that the appointment would have already been done. You feel it, don’t you, you feel the bond you just don’t want to face it.” She pushed these feelings away with: “I don’t want to raise a child in this world.” 

Suddenly my mom realizes that she was in such a train of thought that she hadn’t responded to being told she was going to have a child. Quickly, she thanked her friend for the reading but that she didn’t want to raise a child in such a hard world. The bags were packed and they were off. There was excitement for the coming vacation, one to relieve the tensions of busy lives. A part of releasing tension was bringing me into the world. I did it! I found my parents and they brought me into the world. Into a life, I was destined for……!