The Message And Synchronicities One

The Messenger, The Mission Statement
Category: Religion and Philosophy

As a few of you who may know me well enough, perhaps you'd understand what I am trying to accomplish... Because of the bounty of circumstances in my life (a few that may be deemed inexplicable) I have sought answers. Not only to my mere existence but answers to the chain of events that led me to where I am today....

For those who had read some of my memoirs, such as The Bookcase you'd perhaps understand the reasons why I am more of an inspirational writer than anything else.

You see, my life was wrought with uncertainties, but for the longest time, I didn't understand the reasons why. But after looking clearly at my life and the myriad of events that defy convention or coincidence I have come to the conclusion as to why I am here.

No, I am not God, I am not Jesus.... What I am, though, is perhaps what I've always been --- a messenger! And to fulfill my role as messenger I had to waddle my way through one heck of an obstacle course. I know now the reasons why though -- to make me stronger, to provide me with a greater understanding, to provide me more compassion, to provide me the many tools that would help me fulfill my duties. Today's world is much more complex than it was then!

And let me clarify a point, for the longest time I was numbed to my existence by alcohol etc. and it really wasn't until September 11, 1992 that I was awakened although I had been presented many signs previously although I thought then merely coincidence or simple serendipity, ah, but we all have those special moments, don't we?

I know there are messengers on this planet, though a few of you may disagree, that is OK. Before the "soul-alerting chain of events" in my life and before I was provided greater awareness and greater understanding I, too, was skeptical. Before the many serendipitous encounters and parallel events in my life with those on the greater world stage I, too, wasn't sure of my purpose here.

We are on the threshold of what I deem "The Golden Renaissance" a time of rebirth, a time for us to utilize our God-given gifts, creativity and know-how to beautify this world, our world, our children's world. This requires dedication, hard work and belief in the common good. I, again, cannot stress enough the importance of community -- the joining of hands, hearts, souls to help maintain balance....

The idea of Monumental Lives For Monumental Change was provided to me in a dream - a dream so vivid, so real that I soon realized that it wasn't a dream after all. This is reality, you are my reality, I am your reality and together we represent a great and monumental reality -- one that will bear witness to positive transformation and change.


Living a monumental life doesn't mean possession of financial fortune or living in the spotlight of public adoration and fame, what I think it means is that you act in accordance with your own identity while acting in ways that are positive and conducive to happiness, serenity and harmony. What I think it means is that you generate positive energies and in turn, your positive energies have a positive effect on others. Linkin' Monuments-- a positive chain of energy! Share your positivity with others. It is contagious.

Although I dealt with a lot of negative forces in my life and been burdened with many, many disappointments and met many dead-ends, I still retained a sense of optimism and a sense of purpose. Overcoming many challenges provides strength, provokes an amazing sense of accomplishment and being.

One of my favorite quotes that I penned most recently states: "You really shouldn't wonder so much what your life might have been but put into action what you want your life to become." Ah yes, for us who had rocky origins and detoured lives we mustn't look at that aspect in a negative light but instead, place it in a positive light and let it shine on us brightly today. Let's not begin our lives with yesterday: let us begin our lives with today.

Post Script:

Message I sent to all my contacts here (Gather) on April 15, 2007. Maybe one of you here have a copy or remember this:

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Subject:	September 11, 2001
Date:	Apr 15, 2007 06:02 PM
Message:	As an advocate, philosopher and sometime poet who is often inspired by the events of the world and the melodies of the ages I'd like you to view: In A Time of Healing Sincerely, Ricky J. Fico

On April 15, 2007 I had sent a mass e-mail to all my contacts and why I felt compelled to send this one (I rarely send mass e-mails), well, the next day (April 16, 2007) I got my answer why I felt compelled to write this poem the night before and subsequently send a mass mailing about it....

I am currently in the process of retracing major events in this world that are synchronistic with persons and events in my life... This is very important to me as I am trying to garner a better understanding to my mere existence and as to why things are the way they are... Since September 11, 1992 when God stopped me from going to Kauai to leave this world, I had been synchronistically connected to a large host of worldly events and I am begging for more answers, although I do have some understanding... Maybe there are no answers, maybe I am not supposed to learn the true nature of these questions I have...

You see, when I awoke Monday April 16, 2007 it was just going to be another ordinary day, so I thought. But then....the news. Virginia Tech. And the many coincidences.

*April 16 is my Aunt's Birthday who just passed away the year before.

*My Aunt's Address is 2121 (I won't divulge street name as my uncle still resides there).

*Seung-Hui Cho, the one responsible for the tragic events that day at Virginia Tech. resided in Suite 2121.

*This tragic event was at Virginia Tech. My mom and my aunt's mother (my grandmother) was named Virginia.

*The poem I wrote the night before this tragic event was titled "In The Time Of Healing" It's about coming together in such a time like these. This is the poem:

In times such as these
I, too, fall to my knees
Time dealt without explanation
Heartfelt tears of a nation
The world divided by a separation
of rivers, streams and seas
Near the lines of demarcation
a collapse of dreams
and falling leaves

The seventh line, "near the lines of demarcation" has much significance because later the next day I found out that the person responsible for murdering 33 incident people was South Korean and what has been known to separate North and South Korea--- "the line of demarcation." This is one of the most recent events.

But there are many more --the O.J. Simpson case is a major one.... Oh, it is now wonder to me he commited his last arrogant and illegal act in Las Vegas on September 13, 2007. September 13 is my birthday. Now he is facing prison time. Finally, vindication. Full Circle.

I am seeking those who, too, share similar experience or those who may have an understanding as to what I am relating here... Maybe there isn't really an explanation, maybe we are not supposed to have a complete understanding of these matters. Maybe I should continue being me and not try to analyze as much my place in this world, instead, just accept it and do what I am supposed to do. Sometimes it's easy but other times I feel so isolated...

Solitary Beacon

Typhoon-like winds swirling and whirling all around, the roars of thunder pounding inside my twelve year-old head. The piercing spears of blue - jagged and frightening - striking near the periphery of my innocence.

I'm but a boy, abandoned and left to die. I have nothing to shield me against the storm, nothing except my will to live. I'm but a young boy, my safety seriously in jeopardy. Between the colliding forces of nature, the only other sound I hear is the beating of my heart and the gurgles of hunger.

I'm all alone, a solitary beacon nearly faded in the sea of darkness.

I turn inward. Why me? I'm but a boy, a good boy, who entered this world not only with opened eyes but an open heart.

The thunder, it slams down hard against my soul. The walls of my sanctuary tremble, then shake vigorously. Fear is harboring me from movement; I'm paralyzed, close to death.

I feel like closing my eyes, giving up. Perhaps, the world will be better without me.

Lightning slices through the sky, tearing apart whatever gets in its way. I will no longer fight back.

And then, from behind the clouds appears the sun. And suddenly, a voice so strong echoes throughout the whole of my being: "Fight . . .baby, fight!"

And so I did fight and awoke to a new world. . .

In my world there is harmony with nature -whether it be with beast or fowl or mountain or sea or with flower or tree.

In my world there is peace between men -differences in religion or political belief does not lead to war, it only leads to a more qualified understanding.

In my world children are not left on the doorstep to die nor are they ever considered a burden, an unnecessary mouth to feed. Whether the child is of the human species or other animal, it makes no difference. Whatever lives has the right to breathe.

In my world charity still begins at home. Do for your mother, your brother, your daughter what they in turn will do for you.

In my world, abundance of material possession does not ensure you a higher station.

In my world, love is sacred. In my world, love is real.

And now...lessons from my past

Being born into poverty made me see how easy it was to be categorized by those born with silver spoons in their mouths. I know first hand about segregation. I know from personal experience how it is to be ostracized just because I had to go to school with hand-me-downs and cardboard-soled shoes. I know how it is to be ridiculed and scoffed at because I was different. But was I really? In many ways, yes.

I've always had a lot of compassion and empathy for the downtrodden, understood well their plights. I can sympathize with those who were forced to be different. I really have low-tolerance for people who are selfish and inconsiderate, who are lazy, and who are egotistical and those who think that they are owed something.

Being born into poverty provided me many advantages. For example, the simple things in life made a big difference to me. Simple things like love, caring, understanding - those were but a few of the scant possessions I had. Monetarily, they cost me nothing. Doing without an abundance of material possessions provided me more time to contemplate the universe, more time to look within myself.

Being born into poverty I learned not to take things for granted and not to waste what I did have. There's too much waste in this world and I feel it a sin to contribute to the burgeoning heap. Being born a poor boy made me realize early on of the many gifts that I was given. Those who are preoccupied with their man-made materials may never know of such wonderful gifts.

From a very early age I understood what was right and what was wrong. It was not something I was told. It was not taught to me. Perhaps I was born knowing. I knew it was not right to ridicule others who were born with handicap. I knew it was not right to horde just because you felt this need to have more than anyone else. I knew it was wrong to laugh and mock those who had less than you.

Being born into poverty provided me so much. Perhaps, I had been provided the greatest education, one you would not be able to get in any of the Ivy League schools. Monetarily, my education cost nothing. All it cost me was my understanding. Throughout the years I learned to understand why I was put on this obstacle course. Without the obstacle course I would not be here. Easy as that . . .

"The amount of money spent does not equate to the greatness of memory for the greatest of memories are those that are provided by means that are immeasurable." Ricky J. Fico

This quote I wrote when thinking of what truly matters and where our greatest memories are derived... It is nicely inscribed on my Memories series of inspirational gifts, keepsakes and apparel.