Along the Ray

Along the Ray

An alien from a different plane wandering the universe in a tiny camper

October 20, 2015

My mother, a cold, Reiki, Pompeii, and past lives

What my mom came and saw… Photo by Jill Green

My mom caught a cold while touring Italy so as a Reiki Master I sent her distance Reiki. It’s also a meditation and sometimes I’ll see things such as symbols, messages, past lives, etc.

In the midst of her Reiki session, I unexpectedly saw a volcano erupting, killing many below. Naturally, I thought of Pompeii and the sensation I had was my mother may have had a past life during that time.

After the session, I didn’t say anything about it, putting it away for the time being. She recovered, resumed her travels and I forgot about the vision.

However, the next few days I kept getting synchronicities that were specific about Pompeii that prompted me to tell her about what I saw. I asked where she was and it turned out she was only an hour away from there even though she had no plans to visit the ruins. I urged her to go and said it could be a deeply moving experience for her.

She ended up going. At the ruins, there was a point where she went off the beaten path, walked alone through some minor ruins and stumbled upon a retrospective of the plaster casts of the victims. When she saw one of a young woman, it inexplicably struck her deeply, bringing deep reflection and tears.

A past life perhaps? It never ceases to amaze how indelibly interwoven everything is — our lives, the things we experience, the synchronicities, and such into a brilliant tapestry across our universes.

October 7, 2015

Last dance of bliss

The world began ending tonight.

I pushed my kayak onto my beloved river for one last dance of bliss together.

The sky was already brilliantly aflame in dark, swirling, seething orange-red conflagrations spiraling through the horizon.

It was a haunting contrast: the sky awash in fire while surrounded by edges of dark night and stoic moon reflecting off river’s heaving surface. All punctuated by birds falling in streaks as embers of fireworks.

As I glided forth into nature’s armageddon hath wrought by humanity who knew less, I still gave gratitude for being able to experience the most beautiful and last thing I’d ever see.

Breaking free

The first half of my life I built a jail to keep myself in. Entering the second half of my life, I’ve been liberating myself free of that jail.


January 2, 2015

Onwards and upwards

View of sunset over road towards Bell, Florida © Raymond Hines.

Happy New Year my friends and loves.

May this be a year where you find your joys, cherish what you have, let go of what doesn’t work for you, embrace your fears, make new friends, find new loves, turn tired leaves over into new ones, stoke the fires of your passions, give your heart the flames of life it yearns for, and embark on a grand new exploration beyond the boundaries of you and your soul and your love of all that is.

That’s what I’m doing; come join me along the Ray! ; ) I love you and I’m thankful we are together here. Onwards and upwards! ~ Ray


Be still. Breathe.
Let the fumes of life
intoxicate you.


November 12, 2014

Lonely soul


There she was, this lonely soul on the beach, huddled in a blanket amidst a waning sunset. As wisps of her hair danced in the strong breeze, I wondered… What is her story?

Was she longing for that someone who sang to her soul so deeply and blew her heart wide open, spreading it across the whole universe in infinite love?

Where she left the pieces of her heart strewn about not because it couldn’t be put back together but because her heart had inexorably expanded through all that pain, joy, and ecstatic love woven indelibly into her soul?

The kind of love that changed her forever, better for the wear across the next great loves of her life? And leaving the door open not in waiting but in sweet surrender to love of all that is?

How did you get here? Close your eyes and surrender. They are the chosen ones who have surrendered. The hurt that we embrace becomes joy.


May 2, 2014

To touch one another

Yesterday I could tell something was off with my waitress at lunch. By appearances she looked fine, even happy, but something inside me kept dogging me to talk to her. I asked  what was wrong. Her eyes welled up and she was going to tell me but she was also going to lose it so she stopped. I understood and let it go.

I still had this feeling dogging at me inside still so when I finished lunch, I went over to the kitchen and asked her if I could talk to her really quick. She nodded and we moved to a quiet hallway.

As I looked into her eyes, I saw trust and vulnerability. We hardly knew each other but I she knew I was a good person and I don’t say much. She had this expectation in her eyes, what is he going to tell me?

I asked her, look you know I’m deaf right? She nodded. I said I can’t explain it but since I’ve lost a sense my other senses are stronger and I can feel/read other people’s energies pretty well. She got that.

I then told her, this has nothing to do with what you tried to tell me earlier, but the couple times I’ve seen you over the past few weeks I’ve noticed and feel your energy has shifted, it’s changing and for the better. You’re going to a better place, or will be there very soon. Does that make sense?

Her eyes welled up again, she smiled and nodded. That was all she needed to hear. She asked if she could hug me. I held her for a moment then we parted, smiling with twinkles in our eyes. I knew she would be okay and so did she.

I’m such an introvert, a lone wolf, but I very much value connections like this, where we touch each other in unexpected ways, even as strangers. People like her are always reminding me of our universal soul. Strip everything away and you realize we’re all in this together, even if we seem to be separate containers.

She also reminded me how priceless it is to be vulnerable when I looked in her eyes. On a soul level we’re always like this, so it’s a challenge to navigate this in our limited field of humanity.

April 17, 2014

An old lady and her mailbox of life

I saw something very beautiful on my way home through the countryside.

It was this very old lady, tightly wrapped in a raincoat and shawl around her head. It was darkening from an impending storm and the wind was kicking up. She was gripping the collars of her raincoat and stoically making her way step by step to her mailbox as I zoomed by.

That image of her slingshotted me into her past, wondering what other brave elements she weathered in the long story of her life.

I felt love and compassion for her, because of her enduring strength; because of what she might have gone through and dealt with for so long and to still be here, asserting her will to live. This seemingly mere act of her leaning into the wind to get her mail, hands clutching her raincoat, was perhaps her way of showing her world that she’s still alive and strong in spirit.

March 15, 2014
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Backyard Sunset

Let your feelings feel

Sometimes, feelings just want to feel… To dance freely in the space you are without judgment, identification, being boxed in, pushed out, or to be figured out.


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