Justin Nathan [Nathan - The Mystical Village That Rewired Reality

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Thank you to the innovators, activists, healers and spiritual warriors of the world. Keep challenging the status quo. Your spirit is the backbone of this work.

As to the task of writing it, and molding it into a fluid story that is rooted in important ideas, I have some folks to thank; first, Bruce Nathan, my father, who tirelessly edited this work through multiple drafts, calling upon his years of experience as an editor for The Associated Press to transform this story into a worthwhile experience. Thank you, DadI am forever grateful for your efforts.

To Mom, for always wanting the best for me, even when the way was unclearthank you for your energy, love and support.

To Cris Parque, a true friend and seeker of truth, thank you for reading my earliest drafts. Without your kind words and encouragement, we may not have arrived here.

Thank you to the talented Ryan Dodge, my speechwriting brother-in-law, for reading my earliest draft and providing structured, critical feedback that altered the course of this book in profound ways.

To my dear sister, Lauren Nathan Dodge, for her constant support in all capacities, not the least of which included feedback on the earliest draft and manuscript supportthank you.

To my former navy shipmate and close friend, Commander Jonathan Paz y Mio, for his photographic support, and for keeping my priorities alignedthank you, Brother.

To the healers and teachers in my life, past and presentJackie Rolandelli, Itzhak Beery, Ipupiara Makunaiman, Natalie Berthold, Peter Goldbeck, Rob Murphy, Louise Jenner, Richard Unger and so many othersthank you for your light. You have forever changed me.

To friends and acquaintances along the waylike the New York Shamanic Circlethank you for your magic, support and friendship. Likewise, I have boundless gratitude for the friends who have indirectly inspired aspects of this workyour spirits are woven into the pages like roots in earth.

Finally, thank you to all the invisible helpers and guidesthose that dwell in the other realmsfor your wisdom and inspiration; you are the ethereal foundation of this work.

Just when the world seemed dark and gray, and the prospect of happiness a dying ember, he wandered to the edge of the pain and looked beyond. The shadowy landscape was fraught with fear and doubt, but already the pain of not changing was too great to endure, so he closed his eyes and leapt. To his surprise, in his surrender, he landed softly on the bottom, still alive, and on the far side of the darkness shone a single ray of light. It was bright like a diamond, crafted of color and love, and it vibrated with the song of eternity. He crawled toward it, feeling his way, more hopeful with each moment, and the ray of light grew into a rising sun. Just beyond that sun, on the far side of the horizon, was the village of Gylodon .

Master Unschooler