On Traveling The Road To Shambala…

Without Kung Fu, would Grasshopper still have been Grasshopper? What became of Grasshopper after Kung Fu went to the spirit world? It’s been almost three years since The Blue Grasshopper lost her own Kung Fu, and it has been the longest and windiest of journeys while learning to row the boat of my life by myself, without Kung Fu’s constant encouragement, wisdom, song lyric texts, and sometimes a firm reprimand — usually by saying, “Snap out of it and smarten up, Grasshopper. Be tough as nails!”

When my Kung Fu was spending his last few months on Earth, we were together constantly. Whether it was phone conversations, texts, or face-to-face visits, we were communicating almost 24/7. That time was the most bittersweet time of my life, and in typical Kung Fu fashion, my Kung Fu taught me many lessons right up until he took his last breath. He gave me explicit instructions that I was to keep going. “Keep going, Grasshopper. Never stray off the road to Shambala.”  I knew exactly what that meant.

Kung Fu and I talked about music every time we were together. Listened to music, sang our heads off to our favorite songs. We loved to learn about the meanings behind lyrics. Our very favorite song  was “Shambala” by Three Dog Night.

The lyrics are:

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala
Ah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind
On the road to Shambala
Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind
On the road to Shambala
Ah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala
I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes
On the road to Shambala
I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes
On the road to Shambala
Ah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How does your light shine, in the halls of  Shambala

Kung Fu and I knew that the time we have on Earth is minuscule in comparison to the time our souls spend in other worlds. When Kung Fu died, I played “Shambala” over and over — it was my only comfort. I remembered that we had learned that legend tells of a real “Shambala” — a mystical hidden cavern under the Gobi Desert where there is a replica of every human on Earth. Our biggest responsibilities as humans are to always be striving to improve ourselves, to never stop learning or seeking enlightenment, and to always be evolving. This means you are on the road to Shambala. As your path continues, your replica in the halls of Shambala will start to glow, showing the progress you are making on your journey. Once your replica is fully lit, your journey is complete and you will be admitted by your spiritual self into Shambala.

The legend also says that souls will be sent along the way to help you stay on the road to Shambala — you just have to watch for them and stay alert. I know when I encounter someone sent to me, because I feel how my light is shining, and I know the signs. Is it actually flowers in their eyes? Sometimes, yes.

So, I remain Grasshopper, even without my Kung Fu. I keep going. I continue on a life path filled with learning, enlightenment, evolving, and surrounding myself with the best of souls that help me be the very best and bluest of Blue Grasshoppers. I owe it to Kung Fu. ❤️