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Patiently hanging back in a state of inner peace disconnected from all irritants and distractions

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Patiently hanging back in a state of inner peace disconnected from all irritants and distractions. This is the eerie calm stillness just before we rise up again out of the ground in flames more commanding than before. You have to transform and emerge, die and die again, because there is no rationality to remain as is.

Took a long hot ceremonial shower after spending days clearing and cleansing in preparation for this ensuing chapter. Extricated and cut out any and all that no longer serves purpose for this next venture of ours. It was like swatting flies and macing rioters away to subdue the unworthy.

I’ve forever had to listen to the unstable call me a colorful array of adjectives from cold, aloof, brat, a dick, a punk, distant, an ass, polite, disinterested, and on and on. When the truth has always been in plain view. The limited need a brick wall to fall on them to take the hint that I’m never accessible to anyone I don’t need to be accessible too.

This was followed by the lighting of our ritual rattle viper sperm incense and sage clearing to rid the areas of toxins and dark energies, before moving back into that centered loving space to bring Him in. It takes resilience and hard work to remain focused on what’s important and what you were called to do, but it is something we are masters at.

**Planet Mercury moves into its stationary position before it slowly, but gradually begins to move forward on the New Moon day in Aries.  The road ahead this week will still be a bit bumpy, but not as bad as it’s been over the last few weeks.  Expect clear sailing by the third week of April **


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“Split” and “Mother!” – Two of my favorite films this past year. James McAvoy, Michelle Pfeiffer, Jennifer Lawrence, Javier Bardem, Anya Taylor-Joy.

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Two of my favorite films this year were, “Split” and “Mother!” I’ve always been drawn to darker material that the general public has a harder time digesting. You could never accuse me of following the herd. That would require submitting to a victimized position, which isn’t alluring to me. What these two films have in common is they don’t withhold. They’re both dark, radical, psychological, complicated, deep and intense in its ambiance and messages. All of which are the skin I’m most comfortable in.

Split” does a terrific job at focusing on someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder. It takes that to the extreme and ultimately the supernatural answering the question to, “What if?” James McAvoy, who should be nominated, brilliantly plays 9 of the 23 split personalities his character Kevin has due to massive child abuse that caused his main identity to splinter and dissociate. One of his identities that has taken over Kevin is Dennis. Dennis kidnaps three teenage girls from a party with the intention that they will be served as sacred food to one of Kevin’s more monstrous identities yet to emerge.

Anya Taylor-Joy plays Carrey, the outcast teen who had been invited to the teen party out of pity. She’s the heroine that befriends some of the identities that assumes Kevin’s body with the hopes of being let go, while the other superficial two teens cower weakly in the corner of the cellar dungeon their captive holds them in.

In a heart pounding chase scene, the monstrous identity in Kevin corners Carrey intending to sacrifice her. He notices the cut marks all over her body realizing that she is like him and was subjected to heinous child abuse herself, which we see through flashbacks. Seeing that she is not like the others, he releases her from his prison seeing her as authentic and pure. Both James and Anya just wrapped filming an exciting sequel to this called, “Glass”, which will also stars Bruce Willis and Samuel Jackson.

Mother!’ was one of the most claustrophobic films this year causing enormous backlash and praise dividing film goers from those who loved it and those that hated it. “Mother!” is an allegory intended to reveal the violent destruction that is humanity and what humankind has and is perpetually doing to its home planet.

Javier Bardem symbollically plays, “God”, Jennifer Lawrence is “Mother Earth”, and Ed Harris and Michelle Pfeiffer are “Adam and Eve”. This angry, chaotic, dark film is an assault to all the senses that it requires more than one viewing.

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Reaching for the Warrior Within. For all the child abuse survivors.


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I am a warrior of light who communicates with Heaven daily. This is who I am and who I was when I was born. Somewhere along the way I became sidetracked and travelled down rocky, tumultuous roads searching for a way out. Having an overwhelming knowledge about all things involving love, I knew that my life quest would surround this all encompassing powerful word. Love was never taught to me growing up. It was implanted in me long before I was conscious of it. Coming to be in this lifetime with this knowledge was a natural familiarity. I knew what it was like to be a higher spirit experiencing no anger, hurt or pain. I knew what it was like to have no ego or judgment, but profound joy. This love is what the spirit world is like when you are operating purely from this space. This is what functioning from your Higher Self is.

When I was five years old I saw the beauty in everything around me. My wide smile bestowed upon me at birth was full of 100% pure bliss. We are all like that as children before the lower selves in adults grab a hold of us. At that age, I was always expressing affection to those that crossed my path. It was beyond infectious, drawing others around me who sensed this bright light. That little boy was astonishingly overflowing with charm. I’d love to meet him again before everything went wrong and the hardening took place. Isn’t that how it is though? We are all perfect souls of God and somewhere around ages five to ten we begin turning. We become what others have done to us and suddenly forget why we are here and what it is all about. This is the key statement: “What others have done to us.” Which later becomes: “What we are doing to us.” All of this unnecessary harm to our souls started somewhere with your caregivers, society and the media. It is a scary thought to know that our souls in a human body are easily influenced by the naïve sources around us. Centuries of evolution have passed and yet we are still innately primal in our instincts.

I grew up in a violent household full of emotional, verbal and physical abuse. Any confidence, joy and love I was born with was destroyed before I was seven. This process caused me to instinctually split off into various selves. I fragmented into these selves without realizing it as a protection device. I was born to a working class dad and middle class mom. In those days, there was no Internet and people met via snail mail. When my mom was seventeen she used to buy magazines geared towards her age demographic called Tiger Beat. She put an ad in the pen pals section in search of someone to correspond with. My dad was nineteen when he found her ad and wrote back to her. This kicked off their letter writing correspondence with one another. They both eventually decided to meet and get married. By the time my mom was twenty years old, she was pregnant with me.

She commented that my dad felt her belly and said, “It feels like you have the devil growing inside you.” He was absent when my mom’s water broke. Instead she called a cab to take her to the hospital. There were no complications during the birth, but we did have to hang around the hospital for a few days before we were released.

When I was a month old my mom’s milk ran out. Concerned she brought me to the hospital to see the doctor. He said, “He’s crying because he’s hungry.” He had her put me on a formula since she wasn’t producing enough milk. We were both undernourished in those poverty stricken days.

I was born March 5, 1973 at 6:28pm in Arcadia, California for all you astrologers out there. Throughout the 1970’s, we lived in a two-bedroom apartment building in Arcadia. My dad was working in the adult film industry before he made a move into lighting concert stages and television shows for more respectable entertainment faire. Having porn all over the house when I was five was not unusual. In this apartment building lived a French woman. I will refer to her as, “French woman”. She was in her early 20’s like my Dad. She had two kids roughly my age. One day her husband hopped into his Cadillac and drove out of the apartment complex and never returned. My dad started an affair with this woman while married to my mom. I was about five or six years old at the time when he began this long term affair.

Every day when my dad arrived home from work, he would take my sister and I out with him. We would meet up with this woman and her kids at an undisclosed location. My mom was working nights and therefore not around to catch this. A neighbor friend of hers told my mom what was going on. When my mom confronted him, they broke out into a huge fist fight. This is the first one I remember and certainly was not the last. My dad insisted that nothing was going on and told us kids not to speak a word about it to my mom. This affair would carry on for ten years. The French woman became the surrogate wicked stepmom by default and through association, not marriage. She was the perfect depiction of the wicked stepmom you imagine from the Cinderella fables. She had huge resentment and jealousy over his attention towards his own kids. This bitterness was heightened even more when it came to me and she never attempted to hide it. He was no different never expressing a kind word or exuding of love in those days unless it benefitted him for the purpose of egotistical gain.

My mom and her neighbor friend confronted the French woman in the apartment building since my dad was not about to admit to infidelity. They showed up at the French woman’s door and went into a physical altercation with her. In those days, hitting and punching seemed to be the norm around me. It was gangster-like the way they ripped her shirt off in a fury. It became the talk throughout the complex. My dad knew he wouldn’t be able to continue to keep this up and hidden. He moved the French woman and her kids to a home rental duplex in another part of Arcadia. He then moved us to a house rental in the same area. Far enough, yet close enough and convenient to go back in forth when needed.

Everyday after school my dad would pick us kids up and take us to the French woman’s house where we would have no choice but to interact with her and her kids. They were dumb white trash, but French. We’d leave them between 9:00p and 11:00p almost every night, but we wouldn’t really leave. My dad would drive around the block, then park in the driveway. We’d sit in his car for several hours late at night while he spied on her. He wanted to see how she spent her time alone after he left. This was also to make sure she was being honest in their affair with him. As if honesty can be applied to an extramarital affair to begin with. If we were lucky, we would be home by Midnight and have our homework done for school the next day. This was highly unlikely to happen and it rarely did. We were not allowed to say anything to anyone, especially my mom or he would have us killed. Those were his words.

My views on relationships today border Conservative and Traditional. Adultery is a big no-no and my outlook on loyalty took on a mafia style ethic that has been subconsciously woven into my life, relationships and my books. Growing up was all about survival, staying out of the way and remaining invisible. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t get near anyone, and don’t get too close to anyone. It will only end badly since they can’t be trusted. This is a great way to seal a second date.

I was not bullied at school, but at home. I was harassed, tormented, intimidated, threatened and assaulted at home for breathing. I quickly came to expect it as a regular occurrence. It was severe, greatly against the law, and ultimately semi-permanently damaged me. I say ‘semi’ because what had grown to be a permanently damaged individual was soon reversed with the intervention of my Spirit team who had always been there. They worked with me to undo what was done to my psyche. To get to that point its essential to know that anyone can do it. I never went to therapy because I had the best therapists in the Universe and they reside in Heaven.

As an adult, you are often oblivious as to where your current neurosis was born out of. My dad had a mental illness that some might describe as bi-polar. He refused therapy or help, as he did not believe in it. I have found that those who do not believe in therapy or getting help are the ones who need it more than anybody. Others are in therapy to work out the stuff that someone else inflicted upon them.

My dad’s outbreaks of abuse were over trivial and insignificant reasons. It could be something as simple as the fridge was moved to the left by half an inch. The violence would come down upon our heads, but mostly mine. Cases of child abuse leading to death regularly plague the news. A seven year old was beaten to death by his parents for failing to read the Bible and do his homework. His medical report showed severe bruising and massive brain swelling. He had also suffered from strokes as a result and had bruises on his arms, abdomen, back, legs, thighs and buttocks likely from being whipped to death.

Another young boy in Indiana died at aged thirteen after spending the last year of his life locked in a three-foot high cage with little food and drink. He was too weak to keep his food down. The rare occasions that he would be allowed to leave the cage resulted in a savage beating from his dad. The final beating continued until his body grew into unconsciousness. He remained locked up until his sister found him the next day dead. A letter he wrote was found describing his situation. It said that he wanted to be dead.

These stories are countless and endless as child abuse cases are discovered when it’s too late. I connect with all of these kids and think, “Well at least I sort of had food on a good day.” I would’ve traded the abuse I endured for death any day. I was one of those battered animals whose owner’s torture and abuse them and yet the animal sticks around. Eventually the animal starts biting back and viciously as if it were attacked by rabies. Some say that the parent is disciplining their child to teach them right from wrong. There is a huge difference between discipline and full on abuse to the point where the child lives their life in indefinite fear. Those that have gone through any childhood traumas will be the first to raise their hand and attest to this.

My home life was violent, disruptive and dysfunctional. It was not only targeted to me because anyone my dad came into contact with would experience his control issues. He would start a fight with my mom when he would come home from work. He was always verbally abusive and condescending. He would say something to her like, “You have no body or brains. As soon as the kids are grown I’m going to dump you like a bucket.” There were days my parents wrestled and fought in the front lawn. My mom attempted to go to the police and lawyers several times, but they said they couldn’t do anything. They said if she pressed charges they could throw him in jail. She couldn’t do that because she was only making $8 an hour working for a bank. She couldn’t raise the kids alone with no money. When they’d fight he would take us kids in the car to this other woman’s house to piss her off. My mom eventually started messing around with big, tough black men on motorcycles to likely compensate for getting into a loveless, abusive marriage.

The abuse grew to be unbearably worse. There was only one moment the French woman intervened about seven years in. She told him, “If you keep abusing your kids, they are going to hate you.” This somehow instilled the fear of God in him. He stopped with the physical violence, although the emotional and verbal abuse continued. Everyone saw him as a Saint, because that was the face he put on when they were around. When everyone was gone, the real face appeared and it was pure evil. We separated into others to protect us. When I was seven, we referred to him as the Devil. “The Devil is home.” By saying, “we”, I’m referring to the many that reside within me.

The childhood trauma left a scar that was later seen inside my body. My past was visible during a visit to the Doctor as an adult for a sore shoulder ligament issue. The Doctor explained that it was more likely from weight lifting, rather than sleeping on it. He wanted to rule out anything more severe like a damaged disc so he had X-rays done. The X-rays were taken of the left shoulder and left arm area and up throughout the neck and head. The Doctor walked me through the details of what he looks at in an X-ray. He was ecstatic to find the shoulder bones and area looked impeccable. All looked great around the area where I was experiencing pain. He went as far as to say that the shape of the bones in that area is perfectly formed where the muscles are. He had never seen anything quite like it with another patient. I said, “So whatever I’m doing keep at it?” He added, “Well, yeah, but also you’ve likely always had this or were born with it.” Baseball players especially tend to do all kinds of things to their shoulders messing it up, so even the most primed athlete has some bone formation issue seen in X-rays. This diminished any worse case scenario theory with my initial shoulder pain. It was a torn ligament that would heal over time.

What he did hone in on was the area around the neck vertebrae. It was nothing to be alarmed about, but he said that he could tell just by looking at it that something traumatic happened to me when I was a child. He looks at the x-rays and can see someone’s history. There were noticeable bones that were slightly in another direction that could only be caused by force, specifically at the hands of someone else. It was nothing to be alarmed about and won’t cause any future problems, but it was something that popped out to him. He could tell that it happened as a child just by looking at the X-ray. It happened way back in time and not as an adult. It was something I had no recollection of or identified myself with and it was right in front of me. It’s inside me and visible in an X-ray. I’m carrying it around all day long everyday without having been aware of it. Not all of the scars heal. I’m forever branded and stuck with it until my soul exits this body for transmutation.

My tolerance threshold for violence, pain, negativity, anger, abuse, bullying – even the kind that exists on the internet today, comment boards – any demeaning or degrading behavior towards another is strictly not tolerated and as I later learned, nor is it by Heaven. I fight back and I hit harder. I joined up with an army carrying big guns. They are the hundreds of lights around me that include those that passed on, spirit teachers in the spirit world and angels. Above them, the angels that are equivalent to the strongest and most ferocious defense force in the Universe –the Archangels.

This constant suppressing of fear put me in survival mode. Heaven’s messages that were attempting to come through for me grew dim. I was too young to know they could help as I was absolved in anger and panic. I figured if they could help, then they would have. I did not know you had to ask them for help. Instead I suffered every second my eyes were open. I was ten years old and had no idea that the angels would assist in me breaking down the walls, and the dismantling of all my ideals I’ve placed on my back, that only caused further pain and burden. If only they could give us all a handbook that’s waiting for us when we arrive here. This way we know and understand why we are here. It would save us all time and unnecessary anguish.

I started smoking cigarettes at fifteen which was no surprise considering what I was enduring at the time. My nerves trembled and shot off the charts. I lived in irrational dread that seemed irreparable. This fear morphed into chronic social anxiety and other panic disorders that would be carried long into adulthood. I figured I would be smoking for the rest of my life, as it was the only thing that temporarily calmed me down. There was no one to help and no one to turn to. I was too addicted and these addictions would later grow into stronger more dangerous territory. There was no love, affection or physical contact growing up. Any contact that occurred was typically violent. This is where my hardcore view on relationships was born out of. It is where my insatiable craving for love came from. I craved more attention and love from my peers to make up for what was lacking at home. This became a lifelong quest to find love from other outlets. When you endure hardships or traumatic events as a child, then it carries on into adulthood. You split off and disassociate parts of yourselves for protection. There is no doubt that if it did not happen that I would be a different person. I would have been less afraid of reaching my full potential earlier in life.

You must reach a point in your life where you do what Archangel Jeremiel calls a Life Review. This can be as simple as a good hard look at your issues and neurosis that are blocking you from achieving your desires. Go back into time to see where these irrational fears started. Why do you flee when someone who has good intentions wants to ask you out on date? Those who do not trust others were not born this way. You assumed that all was good and that there are no monsters. There are monsters and they are in each and every one of us. Some of the monsters are raising other kids as I’m a child born into this lifetime from one. For me to talk about my accomplishments that are threaded in this book is not to brag or to stroke my ego, but instead is done to show that I did not let my past stop me. I overcame it and grew stronger.

There were many selves living in me by the time I was a teenager. Some of them had names while others chose not to introduce themselves. Despite this, I was a fully functional and capable human being. This was because the other selves and parts of me that exuded that trait took over. One of them was the guy that was going to do something with his life and no one was going to stop him. It is quite common for a child to split into many different people during stress, abuse or trauma. All of these people live within you. You are not typically aware of each of these selves. Some of them come forward to perform specific actions as needed. When a particular self specializes in a given area, then that self rules the show.

Heaven was able to work with me on ridding some of the more destructive selves as I grew older. They assisted in removing those parts of me that had been stuck in the crevices of the cells of my soul. Social anxiety became the most difficult one to manage. The other symptoms subsided to manageable degrees or diminished completely with the assistance of the angels. I turned around some of the negative symptoms, but other issues would prove to be more challenging to undo.

Some of the additional symptoms that formed out of the abuse were severe mood swings, depression, guilt and volatile emotions that would be carried on my back like huge boulders for decades to come. Having several selves allowed me to keep them tempered and under control in situations where I needed to accomplish something important.

If someone stood in my way or crossed the line, then the moods and emotions would aggressively erupt. I became ruthlessly rebellious and did anything and everything to piss everybody off. I was strong, but beyond hostile and I hit back harder. The birth of ADD/ADHD symptoms took place where an impatient nature exploded over anything that wasn’t moving quick enough. It also caused issues with certain people where they would discover I wasn’t listening to them. This likely contributed to the failings of past relationships. It was one of many traits I had little control over. One minute they have my undivided attention as if the sun was shining all over them. The next minute I was cold, distant and their words were significantly removed from my consciousness. They would have to repeat what they just said to me. In a close romantic partnership, I knew I’d have to choose carefully. This poor soul who links up with me would have to put up with quite a bit that is beyond my control. They’d have to lovingly repeat themselves without taking offense, but knowing that it is the result of ADD/ADHD.

Suffering from physical and psychological mistreatment created more of a dissociation from my other selves. I often had no control over what the other self was doing or how it was behaving. To say I grew up a mess is an understatement. I managed to maintain an active social life. This is the benefit to splitting off and separating. This was counterbalanced by periods of radical isolation and withdrawal from life. I’d get the occasional common message from a friend, “Did you die? Where are you?” I didn’t know. There were periods where I could not be sociable and did not want to be around anybody. My responses and emotions would turn apathetic and then cold. I would move from periods of depression, to insignificance, to hyperactivity, in a span of twenty-four hours.

There was only one way to stop that drama and so I turned to other forms of substance abuse. This is another assemblage of indicators that erupt out of a disturbing childhood. This was the closest thing to self-harm I inflicted upon myself. This was on top of the negative thoughts of inferiority that dominated one of my selves. The phobias that resulted turned into one long list that included being distressed easily. The anxiety led to a sleeping disorder that carried indefinitely into adulthood.

Promiscuity also took form out of that at the super early age of eight. My craving for love turned into more of a sense of being dirty to complete apathy. It was another erratic emotional range that would all occur within the course of an hour. There was something inside me that was aware of the greatness to come. I felt a tugging in my loins to be productive and nothing and no one was going to stop me from going after what I wanted. These jolts come from the Divine to wake you up and face you in the right direction. I was born a creative being since I was a child. In those days I was interested in artistic projects and architecture. I would build houses in the backyard with my cousin made out of hundreds of cardboard boxes. I constructed castles out of construction paper. I wanted to build a foundation that was full of wonder and security. It gave me comfort to know that I was safe even if it was only a house made out of paper.

As I grew into my teens I started writing stories in a ragged old notebook. I would make stuff up and add dialogue, then have the neighborhood kids gather around and act my crap out on the front lawn. “You stand here and then you over there should come in after he says the line about heading to the river, but don’t wait too long to do it though.” I was a perfectionist when it came to the rhythms of sounds and dialogues. It was a way for me to express myself through the varying channels of creativity that existed: Music. Art. Film. Books.

I was physically and sexually active beyond what was probably considered typical. It reminded me of the stereotype about how certain women who were abused or sexually abused as girls grew up to become a stripper or porn star. I never headed in that direction, but I may as well have. I didn’t only channel my feelings through writing, which offered healing, but I had primal urges that pushed me to work my body out in some form of exercise by the time I was fourteen. Part of it was my natural knowingness that we have to take care of our bodies while we are here in this Earthly life. The other motivation to exercise then was that I had to keep moving, because if I stopped I would feel something. The only thing existing at that time was the pain of being trapped in eternal hell that was my home life.

School was a different story and became the gratifying escape from having to be at home. I was a therapist of sorts attracting in every student from a variety of diverse cliques needing advice or counseling. I was the go to person for all of their issues and problems. This was where they had not felt they could go to anybody else with. I would get things like, “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I feel like I can trust you. You always know just what to say that helps.” I did not know where this information to help them came from. All I knew was that I simply just “knew” the answer when they would tell me what was going on with them. I’d get the nerds, or the smart crew, the cheerleaders, the gothic dark bunch, the jocks and even the some of the teachers. I have been hearing the words, “You’re an old soul”, since I was a kid.

At this point my dad had one of those little single cots pushed up against one corner of the wall in the living room. He would sleep on it while my mom slept in the bedroom. It was odd that was the sleeping arrangement prompting me to wonder if they were ever in love. I had no clue that they were legally divorced for years at that point. How could you be with someone if you are not in love with them or at least working at it? I don’t believe I ever saw them speak to each other unless they were fighting or being eerily polite. I was reminded that I seemed to know when something was going to happen before it did. This could be good or bad, and in those days it was mostly bad. I never felt safe and lived immersed in unnerving phobias.

I preferred a new kind of death and not to myself, but to the rest of them. Torn between several of my selves acting up at once who were experiencing heightened turmoil. It was the strong ones within me who were wholly focused, connected and aligned with Heaven. My Spirit team showed me someone who was happy and playful and immensely loved up ahead. This is what kept me going. It is the optimism that many have thanked me for embodying through the course of my life.  It is where hope lives and where love resides.

The Reaching for the Warrior Within is an autobiography based on true accounts that show the fall and rise of a warrior of light.  Available in paperback and e-book wherever books are sold


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Reaching for the Warrior Within
is the author’s personal journey recounting a volatile upbringing in a household weighed down with physical, emotional, and psychological child abuse, which caused his consciousness to split into different compartmentalized selves referred to as Dissociative Identity Disorder.  This childhood Hell caused immense anxiety that simultaneously led him down a path of an overindulgence and addictions to alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and destructive relationships.

The one saving grace was his strong psychic connections with Heaven, which kept him anchored in faith, courage, and a passion and drive to match.   He credits turning his life around by simultaneously paying attention to the Divine messages he has been receiving from his Spirit team since birth.  He explains how he was able to distinctly tell the difference between when his higher self was intervening and ruling the show, and when his lower self was running his life into the gutter.

Living several lifetimes in one, nothing would stop him from rising above his abusive upbringing and getting his life together, going after what he wanted and achieving it.  He describes how he pulled himself up by his bootstraps and obtained every job he wanted without prior experience. This is from work in the entertainment industry with some of Hollywood’s esteemed talent, to ridding himself of toxic addictions, and moving into living a healthier lifestyle clear-minded and focused before becoming a spiritual teacher and author.

Kevin gains strength, healing, and direction with the help of God and his Spirit team of guides and angels.  Today he is the metaphysical author of dozens of spiritually based books that teach others how to move out of the Darkness and into the Light.  Having experienced living in the trenches of despair, he has experienced what it’s like to rise up out of the ashes and into a warrior of light.  Living vicariously through this inspiring story can enable you to distinguish when you have been assisted on your own life path.

Reaching for the Warrior Within attests that anyone can change if they pay attention to their inner psychic guidance system and take action. This can be from being a victim of child abuse, or a drug and alcohol user, to going after the jobs and relationships you want.  This powerful story is for those seeking motivation to change, alter, and empower their life one day at a time.

Although this story isn’t about the entertainment industry, there is a bonus for those interested in or curious about getting an Entertainment Industry job.   Part of Kevin’s story includes how he went from living in poverty and child abuse, to becoming an alcoholic and drug addict by the time he was in his early twenties.  This all transformed dramatically when he broke into the Entertainment Industry, which is illustrated and broken down in a couple of chapters.  He was twenty-three when he was asked to join the film production company of one of Hollywood’s respected legendary actors, Michelle Pfeiffer.  It was there he worked as a Development Assistant before rising up the ranks into coordinating film productions for the Film Studios years later. 

He has been sought after behind the scenes in the industry having worked with other Hollywood talent including George Clooney, Angelina Jolie, Eddie Murphy, Shirley MacLaine, Antonio Banderas, Mark Wahlberg, Whoopi Goldberg, Jessica Lange, Diane Lane, Lisa Kudrow, Daniel Radcliffe, Melanie Griffith, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Julia Stiles, Alessandro Nivola, Jennifer Coolidge, Topher Grace, John C. Reilly, and many others.

Chapters include:  Inner Child Burial, The Battle Between the Higher and Lower Self, Getting that Important Job, Entertainment Industry, Saturn Return & the One-Sided Relationships, The Spiritual Transformation, The Turning Point, The Death, Transformation into a Warrior of Light, and A New Dawn.


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“This book is a true inspiration and an example of that saying that says, ‘where there’s a will there is a way’. The author talks about the struggles that he come out of.  He shares his knowledge, his experiences, hardships, successes and his victories.”

“The author sets a high standard for anyone to match this level of interconnectivity that he has.  You should see this book! It’s all highlighted! I just couldn’t put that felt tip highlighter down!!”

“This book is about the author’s personal story in coming out of the darkness. It’s inspiring.”

“Thinking about this book after reading it, I had an image of a Phoenix bird rising from the ashes covered in this brilliant orange fire, transforming itself as it flew higher into this beautiful HUGE majestic animal with its wings widespread open!  And I said, “THAT’S IT!”  Kevin Hunter is truly a real-life amazing Phoenix, risen from the ashes and soaring high above into the sky and to the heavenly light!”

“Halfway into this book my heart was melting. How well this was expressed!  I was so hooked, inspired and moved by this book. It gives me hope that we can transform our lives if we understand ourselves better and make the right changes!”

“Superb writing.  It’s a wonder that the author is still alive with all that he went through – WOW.  What a turnaround he made!  I felt so bad for him reading all the stuff about his childhood.  BUT he survived and look at him now.  Such a strong wonderful person.”


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Kevin Hunter Books

Kevin Hunter is the author of numerous spiritually based books attracting in loyal readers from all corners of the globe.  He is also a love expert, sage, and clairaudient, claircognizant, channeler residing along the coast of Southern California. 

Professional Bio:

Kevin Hunter is an author, love expert, and channeler.   The majority of his works are in the metaphysical genre.  His spiritually based empowerment and inspirational books include, Warrior of Light, Empowering Spirit Wisdom, Realm of the Wise One, Reaching for the Warrior Within, Darkness of Ego, Ignite Your Inner Life Force, Tarot Card Meanings, and Awaken Your Creative Spirit.

The warrior of light series of pocket books include, Spirit Guides and Angels, Soul Mates and Twin Flames, Divine Messages for Humanity, Raising Your Vibration, Connecting with the Archangels, Four Psychic Clair Sense, and The Seven Deadly Sins.

Kevin grew up in an abusive violent household, which propelled him downward into a sea of addictions to escape through alcohol, drugs, or anything else he could get his hands on. A lifelong sufferer of social anxiety and ADD, he managed to find the one positive thing that was always constant, which is a focused clear connection with his Spirit team on the other side. As a result, with their help he began writing out the many ways they’ve positively helped him throughout his life and how they can help those interested or ready for it. Kevin has been hailed to be a strong forceful wise one that is supremely direct. His divinely guided books are intended to inspire, enlighten, and empower those suffering or struggling in the physical world.

His others books include the dating handguide which is one half practical and one half spiritual, Love Party of One, the horror/drama, Paint the Silence, and the modern day trashy beach love story, Jagger’s Revolution. His books tend to have a strong male protagonist where he tackles a variety of subjects.

Kevin has been featured and discussed in three books by best selling spiritual author, Doreen Virtue called, The Miracles of Archangel Gabriel, Angel Detox, and Living Pain Free.

Pre-Author Professional Bio:

Kevin began work in the entertainment field weeks after his 23rd birthday joining one of Hollywood’s most respected actors at the height of her box office fame, Michelle Pfeiffer.   The sharp, film-literate worked as her development dude at her company, Via Rosa, where he read and provided coverage on potential projects searching for strong female driven characters-no victims.  He worked through the company’s development and film productions of One Fine DayA Thousand Acres, and The Deep End of the Ocean.

After a number of years, Pfeiffer dissolved her company, and Kevin made an immediate move into coordinating Film Productions for some of the major Hollywood studios.   With a strong work ethic, he continued to hammer his name into stone in the film industry working with some highly well known talent, producers, and directors while adding to a mounting list of production credits.

Some of his other film work credits includes Antonio Bandera’s directorial debut of, Crazy in Alabama, Via Rosa’s Original Sin with Angelina Jolie and Antonio Banderas, The Perfect Storm with George Clooney and Mark Wahlberg, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and Dr. Dolittle 2 with Eddie Murphy. He subsequently reunited with Pfeiffer’s ex-producing partner, Kate Guinzburg, at her short-lived company with veteran Producer, Martin Bregman (Scarface, Serpico), to assist in bringing the Julia Stiles and Shirley MacLaine film Carolina through development and production.

After  years of working on back to back films, Kevin transitioned into work as an author as he entered his 30’s and beyond.   He started out writing essays about love, dating, relationships, and sex before primarily becoming a spiritual author and teacher.

Empowerment, inspirational and self-help books by Kevin Hunter
are available in paperback and kindle wherever books are sold.

My Near Death Experience Excerpt Into the Spiritual Transition. Kevin Hunter.

In November 2010, my mother, who is Clairvoyant and Clairsentient, had a dream where I had died. She was filled with so much grief and loss not knowing what to do about it. The three weeks leading up to that dream, I was battling a severe work out infection that was incredibly painful every second. I could not move or walk unless absolutely necessary. Every step was met with severe pain that shot through my body.

By week three, the night she had the dream, I finally decided to ask for help. At that moment, I lost consciousness and passed away for what felt like hours, but in Earth time was a nanosecond. I soared out of the darkness and over the clouds which were bursting with light and surrounded by spirits who were in a physical body, but not a human physical body. They all stood spread out over the clouds as I traveled past them smiling as I knew they were my team. There were so many of them. I headed directly to what looked like an extremely tall lamp post. It was the only thing dark and ominous in the distance, but as I grew closer to it I noticed the light around it growing larger. It was Archangel Michael who towered about 50 feet. He said, “We’re working on it.”

I soon regained consciousness and looked around me. I was laying on the bed back in my body, but feeling eerily elated. The consistent pain I had felt for three weeks straight began to evaporate. A euphoric high came over me and suddenly I was ‘seeing’ things clearer and in ways that I had not paid attention to much before. I felt different, altered, changed and empowered. I was touching my arm repeatedly as it was strange to me. I knew without a doubt that nothing was going to be the same moving forward. I pressed my hands on my head noticing that a download of endless data and information had been uploaded into my soul somehow. I looked around and knew that the portal had cracked permanently open. I also knew that it was time for me to talk about them more. It was time for me to use the gifts that I have in a positive way.

This was a near death experience where I had died, but not the permanent human death that my mother dreamt of. Clairvoyant visions often need to be interpreted and decoded to come to the real meaning of the message that is being delivered. Days later, my father passed away abruptly and without warning. Although I say, ‘without warning’, those close to me recall it differently. When I notified each of them of his death, they all said separately and very matter of fact, “But you had said about six months ago that you kept getting that he would pass away suddenly this year.” Of course I often say things that end up happening, but when I say them I don’t think too much of it, until it happens and others who heard the information point it out.

Near death experiences are not terribly common or uncommon. Those who have had one will typically go through something painful and agonizing that leads them to this experience. When they come to, they’re not quite the same anymore. They see things, life, and people differently than they did minutes before the death. They understand their purpose. Their psychic gifts are stronger. The near death experience takes that soul down a completely different path that they normally would not have done months before or believed they would head down a decade prior. Even if they had a hunch it would lead to that. The experience shakes up the individual that alters their course where they now ‘know’ what they must do. It’s like night and day where they were working at a job they always loved, but the experience snaps them out of it and it is no longer interesting to them. The type of friendships they once gravitated towards are no longer an attraction to them. They see things in a more profound way and they immediately get to work. They know what they must do.

I go into much more detail of the events leading up to the near death experience and the official spiritual transition and transformation in my book, “Reaching for the Warrior Within”:

~  Kevin Hunter

Empowerment, inspirational and self-help books by Kevin Hunter
are available in paperback and kindle wherever books are sold.


What it’s like working with Antonio Banderas. Crazy in Alabama. Original Sin.

I’ve worked with Antonio Banderas twice. The first time was for his directorial debut, “Crazy in Alabama” in 1998. The second time I worked with him was on “Original Sin” where he was the star along with Angelina Jolie in the year 2000. Antonio is warm, loving and giving. Half the crew on “Crazy in Alabama” was Spanish brought in by Antonio, and they were equally warm and full of love.

My first day to start prepping for “Crazy in Alabama” was Antonio’s first day. My main office was four doors down from his. His assistant and people who I had been talking to before we started to prep notified me that they were on their way. When they arrived, I went out to greet them and they formed a gracious circle around me. I made them comfortable, told them jokes and relaxed them. They were chiming in and asking questions feeling right at home. We became instant friends! It wasn’t difficult as they were all so warm loving and charming. Much different than the distance of jaded L.A. folks.

I was aware of a guy standing on my right laughing at my silly jokes. This guy then asked if I was Kevin. I looked over and realized Antonio Banderas had been standing next to me the whole time with a huge smile graciously listening to my rants. I said, “I am. I saw you perform the Phantom of the Opera the other night on something.” He exclaims, “Ohhh I was sooo nervous.” I said, “No, it didn’t show, you were fantastic and composed.”

It was my birthday about four days into starting this gig. On the day of my birthday, Antonio and the crew came around me with a couple musicians, a cake and flowers and sang Happy Birthday to me. First they sang it in English and then went right into singing it in Spanish while handing me one flower at a time. I was blown away by this warm, loving exuberance. I had just finished working on three Michelle Pfeiffer films back to back and her sets are typically dark, moody and withdrawn (uh kinda like me. ha). So this was the counter opposite. I was awestruck by the outpouring of love. I hadn’t even been there a week yet! They took an instant liking and made me feel like I was home.

This would set the precedence of how the shoot was going to be. Antonio and his crew were constantly leaving gifts for me at my door. Antonio himself kept having flowers delivered to me throughout the film shoot. This is not unusual for a man to give another man flowers. Where he comes from they don’t have the hang up issues that others do. The flowers are a term of love and gratitude.

The only complaint I would say was his smoking. Man does the boy smoke everywhere. I got him one of those ashtray’s that suck in the smoke. I went into his office one day and said, “Look no offense I know you love your cigarettes, but can you at least use this.” He laughed and complied and used it for the duration of the shoot.

“I receive tons of questions on how I got a job in the Entertainment business and stayed there.  There are a couple of chapters in my book, “Reaching for the Warrior Within” that touches on my trek in the Entertainment Industry and how I got in at that early age of 23.”

~  Kevin Hunter

Learn how to connect with your own Spirit team in Heaven by fine tuning your body and soul.

All books are available in paperback and kindle wherever books are sold.

Warrior of Light: Messages from my Guides and Angels” –

Empowering Spirit Wisdom: A Warrior of Light’s Guide on Love, Career and the Spirit World“ PaperbackKindle.

The content in the “Warrior of Light” and “Empowering Spirit Wisdom” is available in the Warrior of Light series of mini-books:

My books are super affordable, so there is no reason for people to be attempting to retrieve them for free

My books are super affordable, so there is no reason for anyone to be attempting to retrieve them for free. This is illegal by the way. This is my work and like you I make a living with my work. Do you go to your job everyday without getting paid? No, I bet not.

One example is that many of my kindle books are $2.00-$5.00. You likely pay that much for a fancy cup of coffee at Starbucks. Only with this, you gain additional knowledge to enhance your life instead of crashing hours later.  Some of the paperback versions of a particular book retails around $10.00 and if you order it on Amazon with the free shipping option, you save even more.

I used to take advantage of the Amazon marketplace offers where Amazon allowed me to offer the book for free, but I found that when you offer things for free, for some reason it invites very dark consumers who take advantage of that.  Many of who have slammed myself and my work as a result.  Because of those slanderous reviews, I no longer give anything away for free.    You will have to pay for it like everybody else thanks to those few bad apples that spoiled the bunch.  I’ve been extremely generous of my time in helping people who have reached out who need guidance.  I would offer free help because I cared about what they are going through.  I’m sorry I no longer do that anymore and you will be turned away.  You can thank the bad apples who took advantage of the free offers that Amazon gave them and chose to slander me as a result calling it shady, which there is nothing shady about Amazon allowing authors to run short promotions for free.

I never thought I’d have to say this or put a disclosure up, but after my team has shown me that there are some out there who are indeed attempting to get my books for free, I was left with no choice. I don’t want to have to play bad cop, I don’t like it, but I’m left with no choice since humankind cannot be trusted.  You have to be vigilantly on guard and keep strangers at arms length.  Don’t allow anyone to get too close to you as they will take advantage of that.

The Karmic energy associated with thieving and deception is so great, I would hope that a human soul would be smart enough to understand the repercussions that will come out of that choice in the end. Every decision and choice you make daily whether good or bad has a consequence. As this energy is put out there, you have set in motion what is to come to you in the following year. The life you’re living now is a direct result of the actions you previously made often without realizing it. The problem is that this action or thought energy is multiplied to the third power and beyond. This means what is mirrored and directed back to you due to one small misguided deceptive action, decision or thought ends up being something that pulls you and your life down.

All this negative karmic retribution for stealing someone’s book that only costs $5.00. There is also the one that is stealing the work and then attempting to make a profit out of it. There are guilty parties on both of these instances I speak of. I’d like to think that my readers and followers would never do something like that. Do the right thing and learn to make sound choices in your life. It’s for your own good. Go to work, save your pennies and buy or download my books the ethical way.

Spiritually Based Books by Kevin Hunter available now

Spiritually Based Books by Kevin Hunter available now

Available in Paperback and Kindle

Warrior of Light: Messages from my Guides and Angels

Reaching for the Warrior Within

Connecting with the Archangels

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