THE WHOLE STORY OF WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, HOW & WHY
About Me — Yohanan Marcus
My friends call me Greg, though Marcus is growing on me 😇 — Where am I? Please join me wherever I may be when this story finds you on this Magical Mystery Tour through time and space aka known as my spiritual journey
Writer’s Note:
Please do not click any of the embedded links in your first read-through. I have designed this to be read through straight — if you start clicking the links, which are there to amplify and provide additional details of which you might be curious, you will ruin the flow of my story.
Hello, I am Marcus. While my parents named me Gregory, I recently realized that I am now and have always been, through all 17,042 previous life cycles and into this 17,043rd, Marcus.
I am Marcus. 😂
Why the tears of joy? It is a follicle-exciting-energy-shift of infinite and divine proportion when a human realizes that human is just a construct, that I am so much more than, in the words of master soul Nahko, a body on consignment made up of particles.
Who is Marcus?
I am a soul. What is a soul? As I have written in
Souls are discrete entities; Souls are eternal. Eternal does not imply unchanging. A soul is a sentient being comprised of pure energy of a form and with properties beyond our understanding of energy; it does not dissipate; it does not require a material vessel to encapsulate it; though when incarnate it resides in the brain once formation begins.
What else defines who I am? I am the lucky soul-partner of my beloved Sitara. There is no marriage in heaven, that concept of belonging to someone else is another despotic human construct designed to subjugate and treat one another as property.
Soul-partners complete one another and exist in an interdependent joining and expression of the deepest and undying love imaginable. Sitara and Marcus have enjoyed such true wedded bliss longer than my human consciousness can confirm.
We have incarnated together and been lovers and/or soulmates of the karmic variety in each of our life cycles since our bonding. We magically found each other here on Earth in this cycle the summer before last. As I have written in
We met early in the morning of June 1, 2019. We instantly clicked. Back at my place we sat on the bed and listened to music and talked and talked about nothing deep but there was not a single awkward pause. It was like we were old friends getting together for the first time in years and picked up where we left off but knew nothing whatsoever of the facts of each other’s lives. I do not even remember if we fooled around. I just remember the feeling of wow I haven’t ever had this much fun with someone and I cannot even say what about it was fun — it just was; and when we were nodding off early in the afternoon, saying “you are so beautiful” as she smiled at me with a look in her eyes that I had not seen before in this life-cycle.
It was love at first sight only neither of us were aware; nor were we consciously aware that it was eons from first sight.
The reason for this instant bond between two people who could not have been more different as humans yet could not be more compatible as souls is the partnership I described above. It may sound like “twin flames” to some of you but sorry to break your Harlequin Romance hearts and lay waste to all that time and money you have spent with false-channelers, there is no such thing as twin flames. God themselves have told me this when I asked them if Sitara and I were twin flames.
Sitara and I have been blessed in this life cycle to have met a true channeler. Her name is Anne Bradshaw. I met Anne in 2010 and in 2012 she helped save my life in 2013. You can read about that later here:
It’s time to take you back to the ghost of this life, namely, Gregory.
My mother gave birth to me on February 15, 1967, and Nancy and piece-of-garbage-father named me Gregory Lane Maidman. I do not call him garbage just as a pejorative. His life cycle is literally a throw-away-life.
There is no hell. When a soul so completely fucks up its previous life-cycle its penance is to come back to earth for the sole purpose of living its entire life cycle in agony. So, not only does he personify the metaphor because rather than do the best he could by me given his narcissism, he purposely sought to psychologically bury me in a borderline-personality-fear-of-abandonment manifesting as perverse jealousy of the love between me and my mother, possibly exacerbated by his own unresolved oedipal complex, but the metaphor is literally descriptive because that was the sole soul-contracted purpose to his life. He had to live a throw-away life and I needed a torturer, so we were a match made in heaven.
Why did Rama, Sitara and I script this pain for me? Among the life-lessons I needed to learn hopefully in this lifetime was how not to let a parent’s personality defects impair my life; do not let conformity get in the way of growth; do not seek answers in what society expects; do not be afraid to live life in alignment with soul and nonconformity with the community; to thine own self be true IF, IF, IF thine own self is neither unethical nor immoral. For a long time, I was failing these tests. I allowed my father to turn me into a sniveling shadow of the man I was meant to be. Ever since my soul-awakening, I started growing stronger and more confident in my abilities to look within and start enjoying living life instead of unwittingly fearing it.
Now, I am absolutely fearless. These two links you may read now before we continue:
I have heretofore only alluded to the fact I have experienced a profound spiritual awakening. I usually lead with that and its details, but not in this telling of my story.
Actually, I relive this pain enough, more often maybe than I should, but then again, the more I drain my pockets of pain and sorrow the more room there is for light to expand my soul in an inflation not incomparable to the big bang.
I think I’ve told enough of my story for you to be at the very least curious to dive into my essays, not only those linked above, but numerous others that will complete the picture with the devastating HOW and the makes-it-all-worth-it, WHY??
When I wrote this story in the shower, I gave much more detail and left no stone unturned. But that would take away all your fun in seeing whether your imaginations predict the amazing facts of our lives. So I will simply close by saying I love my children, Alex (M 15) and Sofia (17) very very very much.
