Everything is spiritual

For years I’ve come to believe that I’m a spiritual person.  I believed I had something special to offer, something unique and profound.  I believed I was rare, one of only a few that was actually interested in the spiritual life.  After all, most conversations I overhear are about family, work, politics or drama.  I created an identity of a spiritual man as if I somehow was more spiritual than my neighbor. 

I was wrong.

I knew this Peace Corps experience would reveal to me truths that I hadn’t thought about before.  On my own for two years experiencing a life very different from America, this would be inevitable.  One of these truths has become apparent to me in the last month, and I must write about it.  It has transformed the way I view spirituality, the way I view my life in comparison to everything else around me.  I’m being broken down more and more daily of my identity as a spiritual man.  I’m beginning to see that spirituality is in everything. 

This last weekend I took the Myers-Briggs personality test.  I was labeled an INFJ.  I’ve taken the test several times before.  I once was labeled an INTJ, and before that an INTP.  I think it’s widely understood that any one test doesn’t hold the power to label you in your completeness, nor is any one book, any one idea, or any one belief.  We are much more complex.  At the same time we’re very simple.  When we take tests like this we often brand ourselves with an identity created by the results.  We may recreate ourselves somewhat, trying on a new image.  There was something different about this round of testing and the results though, something that revealed truth.  Before I had answered the questions based on how I wanted to respond.  Therefore whatever I wanted to change about myself always changed the results of the test.  This time I answered with how I actually respond to situations.  For years and years I’ve put on made-up identities and tried out various personalities, because I wasn’t satisfied with my current personality or didn’t really understand it.  I have great respect for the creator of the test, Carl Jung, whom I feel has a like-mind.  After I took the test and the results came back I was stunned by the revelations.  INFJ doesn’t describe me totally, but it comes pretty close generally. 

My primary mode of living is focused internally.  That I already knew.  Every test I’ve taken before resulted in me being a primarily introverted person.  I feel through personal reflection and meditation I become more centered, and it results in more motivation and energy.  After days of social contact I need a day to sit back and reflect, creating understanding and putting my experiences in an ordered perception.  The thing that struck me more so about the test results was how I perceive the world:  intuitively.  This I knew somewhat, but not to the extent the results entailed.  My secondary mode of living is external, where I deal with things according to how I feel about them or how they fit into my personal value system.  Most of the time this is done intuitively.  How true is that!  Gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals; artistic and creative, living in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities.  It goes on and on with the matches.  The description fit me and how I respond.  I don’t consider myself strictly an INFJ, but I do believe my brain is wired close to it.

Why does any of this matter anyway?  Through self-inquiry and self-knowledge we gain the greatest understanding of ourselves and of the world around us.  By really knowing ourselves we unlock endless possibilities and embrace life at its highest potential.  This was the purpose of my quest in the Peace Corps.  Many people fear being left alone with their thoughts.  When one is left in solitude with their own thoughts they realize they are the creator of their perceived world, their relationships, and their life.  Solitude was a commitment practiced by the early Christians and most spiritual teachers.  When they were alone the greatest realizations came to them, those revelations eventually being accepted by a wide majority of people and turned into a religion.  But people started relying on the revelations of others.  Today solitude is widely forgotten.  It is much easier just to take the wide road of deeming others more fit for spiritual authority and instead be a follower or sheep.  But when one begins to practice solitude and being alone with their thoughts they discover something profound: we are the creator of our world.  Everything that has happened to us, every relationship, every memory and experience we’ve had finds its place in our mind, and this mind we can manipulate.  Everything outside of us is part of our mind’s perception.  We are the creators of this mind world, our world alone, alone the perceivers, and this realization haunts those who fear solitude. 

But this is a paradox. 

While we are the dictator of our own reality, we are connected to everyone else’s and everything.  Everything that we see, hear, touch, smell or taste is connected to our mind-world, our world. 

And everything is spiritual. And everything is of God. And God is Love.

I am no more spiritual than my neighbor, or my friend, or my cat.  The key is awareness.  The ant that carries his load to the colony, the cow that eats the grass in the field, the sound of the bird calling out, the stars that shine bright in the sky, the kid that walks up to us on the street, the food that we put in our mouths, the dreams that we have in our sleep, the memories we have of the past, the aspirations we have of the future—all are connected and all are Divine.  Even our suffering. 

Our first goal in this life is to discover our true selves.  Our second goal is to discover that which maximizes the full potential of our true selves.  By finding our true selves we discover who we are.  By discovering our greatest energies we expand the realization of self-discovery and embrace a life of fulfillment.  We were all created for a purpose, and that purpose is fulfillment and understanding of our true selves at the highest level.  Not 20%, not 50%, not even 99%, but 100% fulfillment.  We were created to dream big and fulfill those dreams. 

We go through a constant process of peeling off layers of falsehood, mistaking our identity for roles and fake personalities, when in reality we’re much deeper individuals and unified with the same spirit.  Everything we experience in this life is for our self-discovery and self-fulfillment.  In the Garden of Eden Adam and Eve were created perfect and sinless.  They were told to be fruitful and multiply.  They were fruitful and multiplied, fulfilling their Divine purpose, but they lost touch with their Divine nature.  They went from purity to corruptness, nakedness to fear of their true selves.  

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.”  Marianne Williamson/Nelson Mandela

In the vehicles of our bodies and minds and being the conscious energy that we are, we align ourselves to that which makes us come alive, become most radiant, become most powerful, and reach our highest potential in God as our calling. 

I have a greater peace now aligning myself with my true nature.  Instead of trying to be something that I’m not, another false identity, I’m embracing who I am.  I’m not any one label, but I’m discovering my chemistry and what brings me to my highest energy.  I’m not a spiritual man living in a nonspiritual world; I’m a man awakening to my union with a spiritual world.  And there’s beauty and peace.

In awe of perfect sound

 Saturday night, November 2, I had a dream.  I was in a small auditorium with a handful of other people.  I don’t remember who all was there.  I do remember one of my fellow PCVs being there, won’t mention any names.  We were all looking forward where a group of young adults started playing instruments and singing.  They sounded amazing.  Perfect harmony, no bad notes, in tune, and beautiful instrumentation.  After the song ended one shorthaired blonde male that played asked if anyone was feeling directed by the Holy Spirit and wanted to come up and perform a song they wrote.  I certainly had no desire to go up there after that perfect performance.  They were smiling and very positive.  I knew they wouldn’t judge.  Or would they?  What song would I do anyway?  “A Call Out to Time?”  “Real Reward?” “The Offering?”  I would definitely need one that applied to both the religious and secular crowds, as both were present in the audience.  After nobody went up we split off into smaller groups.  I then had a piano in front of me and started to play around.   Oh how long it’s been since I felt the keys of a piano!  A girl next to me heard me and was impressed and wanted me to perform it in front of the whole group.  She was about to call out to the other groups when I told her “Please, not in front of everybody.”  I only played as other’s were distracted.  She held back.  Next thing I remember was the entire group was sitting down in a row on the floor.  Soon everybody was enchanted by the singing of the song “His Eye is on the Sparrow.”  For those that knew it, they sang along in leads and harmonies.  For those who didn’t, they were lost in the bliss of the sound.  I started harmonizing (one other guy was in the same harmony as me!).  It was the most beautiful sense of togetherness I had ever heard and felt.  I was soon brought to tears.  The beauty of the moment ran strong; it was unbelievable.  How did I experience this in a dream?  How rare is it to experience beautiful music like this with people you know, with a familiar but not widely known song, that leaves you speechless during and after in the silence?  I’ve never had a dream like this.

Memorial video

Since this blog is my personal recorder of information and my thoughts, I thought I'd post the memorial video of my grandmother that I created that was played at her memorial service.  How long will she be in my major thought pattern and dreams?  Likely till that trumpet sounds, a foundational figure in my childhood.  It's a video of pictures that tells the story of her life from her childhood days to her last Christmas in 2012.  I also included a video of the last five Iversons of my Grandma's generation taken in the early 2000s.  If only I had these kind of videos for my distant ancestors...oh wait, I do have one!  I'll also post a video showing my Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma Rothwell, my Great-Great Grandma Lucy Hoch, and my Grandpa and Grandma Rothwell in their younger years.  The video was mostly filmed in the 1960s.

Reflections of the Upcoming Winter

The past few weeks have been progressively getting colder here in Choibalsan.  The green leaves of summer have turned their color, and nearly all of them have fallen.  The air is crisper, and the days are shortening.  Everyday I watch the sun set further and further southwest.  I remember in my Environmental Science class learning about the sun’s changing path in the sky, never fully moving east to west, outside of the equator.  The skies are full of wonders and endless discoveries.  The sensation of the approaching winter is growing day by day.  Winter brings a calmness to the environment, as both man and creature find their place in warmer shelter and plant growth halts.  It’s going to be a noteworthy winter, my first away from my family and close friends.  It’ll also be the first since the loss of my Grandmother.  The holiday season brought the many birthdays of my sister, my brother, my mom, and my Grandma, besides the family gatherings at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s.  This season will see a new memory with the reflection of the old.  When it’s over, previous traditions will be placed further back in the subconscious.  Memories are valuable.  They must not prevent us, though, from moving forward.  Today is a new day.

As the noise in the background turns to whispers the mind is left in an environment of vivid creativity.  The upcoming season is one with the highest depression rates amongst uncontrolled minds.  We can easily become addicted to negative thought patterns if negative thoughts dominate the silence of winter.  When one has taken control of the mind, dis-identifying with it, one has gained the power to manipulate their mind to the highest positive benefit.  With the events of the last year and the fact that I’m living alone, now is the time to put this truth to the test.  I have prepared for this experience. 

The last year or so I have discovered the power of thoughts upon first awakening in the early morning hours.  Things seem so clear to me, and my intuition is elevated.  One night last week I awoke in the middle of the night.  As soon as I awoke the reality of inevitable death fell upon my mind.  It scared me.  I’ve thought about it many times before, especially this last year with Grandma’s death.  I’ve always viewed death in a positive light, understanding the beauty of the circle of life.  But this night I experienced a darker reality:  someday I’m not going to exist, my thoughts, my feelings, my mind, and my body.  My memories will disappear.  It’s a relentless fate.  No one is spared.  This world will no longer be our home.  My Grandma left.  So did my Grandma Rothwell.  My Grandpa Iverson and many other friends and family throughout the years have left their loved ones behind.  The feeling of fear shook me.  Death felt like an overpowering source and I a helpless soul.  Thankfully, it didn’t last long.

I don’t wish to justify my belief in a “light at the end of the tunnel,” though I do have such a belief.  I wish instead to focus on what I do know through my own experience and be true to myself and what this night awakened in me:  a response.  I want to exist.  I want to live.  I want to breathe and experience and love.  The years will creep up on me.  Before I know it I’ll be laying in that bed, doped up on morphine and oxycodone, in labored breathing surrounded by my loved ones who will move on.  But that time is not now.

I am alive.  I am breathing.  I am not dead.  What am I supposed to experience in this life before I return to a non-physical, non-emotional, and non-thoughtful existence?  What do I want out of this life? 

I want to experience what I can’t experience when I’m dead.  I want to experience life at its extremes.  Whether it be the low negative occurrences or the high positive involvements, all are gifts to my self-inquiry.  There are many emotions to be lived:  happiness, joy, depression, anger, sadness, wonder, and falling in love (along with many others).  There’s no way of knowing these highs and lows unless we experience them for ourselves.  I read an article last week that said women fall in love on average seven times before they marry.  I don’t know where this information came from.  I assume if this is actually a fact that the same would apply to men.  The romantic view presented in Disney movies of falling in love once with our soul mate and living happily ever after is quickly removed through experience.  I can account for this myself, as I’ve experienced the emotional high of falling in love more than once.  Why is falling in love so appealing?  Because it tunes into one of the highest frequencies in our emotional self.  By leaving this frequency, of course, comes a rough decline that could easily send one into a low experience.  That is a chance lovers are willing to take.  

We have an opportunity to witness the thrills of life.  We create every experience.  Though certain emotions can lead to darker times, it is often through these experiences we gain the greatest realizations.  Before every mountain is a valley.  Through my darkest months many years back I awoke to a world I didn’t know existed, one grander and more beautiful.  Life became a mystical wonder.  I felt I shed the layer of a manmade view of God and came to know God myself.  “All things work together for good.” 

Two weeks ago I watched the movie “Yes Man.”  It’s about a man who was going through hopelessness after a divorce.  He always said “No” to new experiences.  He lost the respect of his friends and was living in a routine of grey.  After going to a self-help event that encouraged him to say “Yes” to new experiences, he began using the word when opportunities presented themselves.  His life soon transformed, and it became exciting.  He reached a new height of life.  I believe this movie had a great point:  saying “Yes” to experiences.  

Our bodies and our minds are mere vehicles for our experience here on earth.  The only constant is the soul or spirit, which is distinguishable from the mind and always present, always reliable, and always the same.  We must use our vehicles when they’re in good shape to maximize our life experience and travel to unmarked territories.

This winter I will go through a new experience of a similar holiday occurrence.  The winters get really cold here, and I’m curious to see how the Mongolians adapt.  They’ve been doing it for thousands of years.  I have started a new workout routine that I’ve maintained.  I’m constantly reading, writing, and preparing meals for myself.  I have new-found respect for my mother, seeing how she cooked for the family steadily for nearly thirty years.  If you want variety you have to put some effort into it.  It’s not easy to find a store that serves you hot food or already-made dishes around here.  I cook for myself out of natural ingredients, and I’ve developed the virtue of patience doing so.  With the developing skills of cooking and giving massages I may start the bidding for a wife here real soon.  Right!  So maybe that’s not a top priority right now.  “Boardwalk Empire” has become my new favorite show.  Nucky Thompson is my hero.  How he pulls off the long shots of survival leaves me in awe. 

I’m newly motivated with a five-year plan to pay off all my debts, buy a used vehicle and camper to where I can travel throughout the States, teach, make a trip to Minnesota/Wisconsin, traverse the mountains of Peru, begin my Masters degree, watch my brother play his last two years of high school sports, and buy a hostel in Central America.  I’m teaching 10 classes a week and have helped establish an English club with my Mongolian counterpart.  We are setting up an English competition and Halloween party next week.  I’m curious to see how Mongolians make this holiday.  Oh, and basketball will be starting next week.  I predict LeBron will win his fifth MVP trophy and another NBA championship.  It doesn’t matter to me, as long as OKC is beat.  I really wish Brandon Roy hadn’t had knee problems.  He would have probably been the top shooting guard in the NBA today.  Someday my Sonics will return.  I’ll be at their first home game at the new Sodo Arena when they retire Gary Payton, Shawn Kemp, and Ray Allen’s jerseys.  I’ll be holding up a sign acknowledging David Stern of his grand accomplishments and standing reputation in Seattle.

The Sound of the Universe

The Sound of the Universe
Song written October 2013

Verse 1
C                                      
The trembling thoughts they shake me
Em                    F              Am
The heart indeed breaks me down  hurls me around       
C               
The tears fall from my eyes
Em                     F               Am    G
Life gone breezing by and by   destined to fly
             
Pre-chorus
Dm                   Am
Ages passing me by   visions descend from the sky
G                              C
Dogmas evolving  words of the mind   seen through the eyes of the died
Dm                  Am
Eternal presence within  beneath the layers that been
G                               C
Rightly the witness  timeless existence  fading of illusion’s claim

Chorus
C                 G
Fall asleep      close your eyes    and keep
                     F
Your undying song    that will last through time
C                       G
Breathe in deep      free the thoughts that be
            F                            C
Attending the peace   the sound of the Universe

Verse 2
C       
Each day a new appeal
Em                                      F                              Am
Fresh dreams appearing real so real   the world that will change
C       
Drift far beyond the night
Em                              F                   Am      G
Earth turns ever refined in time  and I am the same

My Vision

Some things are best kept quiet.  It’s better to just shut our mouths at times than fill the void with meaning-making blabber.  The Spartans lived by this rule.  They were warriors of doing rather than speaking.  This is what made them the fiercest city in Greece at one time.  Then they opened their mouths…

Theodore Roosevelt magnified the understanding to “speak softly and carry a big stick.”  King Solomon had three very powerful reflections of wisdom:

1)   “When there are many words, transgression is unavoidable, but he who restrains his lips is wise.” (Proverbs 10:19)

2)   “He who despises his neighbor lacks sense, but a man of understanding keeps silent.” (Proverbs 11:12)

3)   “Even a fool, when he keeps silent, is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is considered prudent.” (Proverbs 17:28) 

I’ve been very careful about broadcasting my thoughts and intentions.  I know once I say something the words can't be taken back, and they could be used or abused as people please.  Maybe that’s not my problem.

As I’m progressing through my upper 20s and many may wonder why I’m not married, have any children, or am surrounded by my loved ones, I think this would be the ideal time to make my intentions known.  This is by no means a secret.  People have heard me talking about my vision for years.  It’s part of my everyday conversation.  As my grandest vision, it should be.  I’ve told many about my various dreams in life.  What I’m writing about in this post is my bigger dream, my calling, or what I’ve referred to before, my Personal Legend.

The Core of My Vision:

So, what is at the core of my life?  Firstly, I consider myself a Transcendentalist.  An even more accurate description, I consider myself a mystic.  Does being a mystic require public approval?  I don’t think so.  The belief that “the majority is always right,” is just that, a belief.  The greatest minds were first rejected by the majority.  They all experienced an inner awakening that got them laughed at, rejected and/or killed.  I believe that when people start to identify with groups or institutions, they put on invisible shades of perception that potentially blinds them of inner awareness.  They never lose individual awareness, it just gets suppressed.  Calling myself a “Transcendentalist” or a “mystic” is a sort of paradox.  When a mystical experience is institutionalized to a belief or an identity, the experience becomes less grand.  There is a difference between “belief” and “knowing.”  “Belief” is external, an expression of ones perceptions and views by words of mouth.  “Knowing” is an inner state of consciousness, a connection with the Divine.  Knowing is only experienced through the awakening of the inner self, resulting in the observation of the created self and the transcendence of suffering.  No authority but God can awaken this reality.  I want to stress:  my own truths are my own knowing.  Somebody may know something that I don’t, and in those cases, I’m unaware in that sphere of life.  The things I do know, however, the things that I’m awakened to, are what I want to express throughout my life.

I intend to be a teacher of wisdom and spirituality to the world, not coming as a figure of authority, but as someone who merely points the way for people to experience their own mystical awakening and therefore be empowered to live this gift of life at its grandest.  It hurts me to see so many people suffering.  This last year seems to have intensified that experience.  But it hurts me even more to see those who are suffering who aren’t aware of the power they have within themselves to change the pattern.  It hurts me when victimization has taken over the mind of those striving to “get out” of the life they continue to create.  They strive for happiness, but they just don’t seem to get there.  We’ve been taught over and over by original mystical thinkers that there is not a place in time or space but a place within the self.  The grass is not always greener on the other side; the grass is greener on the inside.  Maybe instead of striving for something more we need to let go.  Maybe instead of adding more baggage to the flight with the hopes of balancing the plane, we need to get rid of all the weight that’s keeping it grounded.

As I’m sitting here in Mongolia, I realize I’m actually living my dream.  I’m living in a foreign country, meeting tons of new people, learning a second language (sort of), living on my own on a quest for self-realization.  If I can live my dream, anybody could.  Don’t get me wrong: there are good days and bad days, just like back home.  Even the most enlightened and happiest people on earth have their down days.  We’re all human.  It’s the response to adversity that decides if an individual thrives or dies.   “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.  And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing,” (James 1:2-4).  Adversity is our greatest teacher and our greatest chance of awakening.  When the response to adversity is to close oneself off and add more barriers between our minds and our inner selves, we’re denying our own truth.  In the end, all barriers will be removed, regardless of whether we’re awakened or continue to be sheep.  The goal is to experience awakening in this life.  Tick tick tick.

Of course, there’s more that I want.  Back in the States, I wanted this international experience.  Here, I want even more.  That is the American ideal and upbringing of greed.  But I’m realizing this is it.  This present moment I’ve been blessed with.  It doesn’t matter if I’m here, in Washington, or in the mountains of Tibet.  I’m living my vision now.  That’s all that exist.  I don’t want to waste one second thinking of it as something to be achieved or put off for a future date.  Life is short, and I intend to see the whole universe in every second.  Now for my individual dreams within my vision.

MY VISION:  TO BE A WORLD-RENOWN TEACHER OF WISDOM AND SPIRITUALITY, NOT AS A FIGURE OF AUTHORITY, BUT AS SOMEONE WHO POINTS THE WAY FOR PEOPLE TO EXPERIENCE THEIR OWN MYSTICAL AWAKENING AND BE EMPOWERED TO LIVE LIFE AT ITS GRANDEST.

Dreams to enhance my vision:

1.     Peace Corps/International experience.  On a journey of self-realization and self-actualization.  Continuing to learn more about myself and the world beyond America.

2.     Publication of numerous books, articles and blogs.  Become a Best-Selling author.  Draw interest from numerous radio stations, television broadcasts and talk shows to magnify my vision.  Have a large personal library where I continuously study.  Have a grand piano in the study where I can contemplate.

3.     Getting two Masters degrees in Transpersonal Psychology and Education and Leadership.  Raise my credibility to the public eye (though I’m forking thousands into the hands of the already-wealthy).

4.     Teaching experience/coaching experience.  Involvement and teaching of the young generation.  They’re the world’s next leaders.  What better way to implement change than to inspire the next generation’s leaders?  As a school administrator, leading a revolution of transformative education (holistic/whole brain education).

5.     Buying, owning and running a hostel in Central America.  This is not only a vacation spot during the summer months where I’ll meet people from all over the world; it’s a place where I will do the majority of my writings for my books.  As a family business, we’ll all continue to have countless experiences together.

6.     International speaker and life coach.  I will teach on the principles presented in my books, which stem from my vision.  Schools, seminars, conferences.

7.     Anna’s Kin Ministry.  Continuous writing of songs and holding concerts.  The continuation of a legacy left by my Great-Grandmother of bringing love to the world.

8.     Family historian and keeper of family relics. Preserving the memories of the past.  We are our ancestors.  Family is not necessarily blood-related.  It’s those who have helped us uncover our own truths.  For me, it is my family.

9.     Alternative living.  Little desire of being indebted for the rest of my life in a housing payment, which is temporarily owned and continues to be thrown into the vicious cycle of buying and selling.  There is no real ownership in the physical realm, just shared space.  What is my choice for alternative living?  That is yet to be clarified.

10. Family.  The value of family, my strongest relationships and my greatest feelings and expressions of love.  I intend to get married and have kids- someday.  The possibility is not something I fear of losing the older I get. 

I have lived a great life.  The transitions have been tough.  It’s those tough times that I value the most and have taught me the greatest truths about myself.  I am on a journey, and every day is a new step on that journey. 

Are you living life to its fullest?  Are you focused on every step that you’re taking?  If you have spent years in restlessness, torment, and/or suffering, are you ready to let go of those bags you’ve been carrying around and embrace the beauty and grandness of life that is right in front of you?  Don’t wait; do it now.

100 Days in Mongolia

Today marks my 100^th day in Mongolia.  Wow!  How the days have flown by.  I thought it would be fun to post a list of 100 things I’ve done since being here in Mongolia. 

What I’ve Done Since Being In Mongolia

1.     Lived with a Mongolian host family

2.     Took a hot shower in a South Korean airport

3.     Made new American and Mongolian friends

4.     Had three months of training in the Mongolian language

5.     Walked to and from school an hour each day

6.     Always getting challenged by Mongolian drunk men

7.     Squatted to use the toilet (jorslung)

8.     Hand-washed my clothes

9.     Made a Mongolian meal

10. Made an American meal for my host family

11. Had my Mongolian brother try to hook me up with a Mongolian woman

12. Witnessed Mongolian nursing at the dinner table

13. Went to the Mother Tree

14. Walked around Ulaanbaatar

15. Watched a goat butchering

16. Witnessed two Mongolian fights

17. Had a photo-shoot one night with another volunteer’s host family

18. Had a “Sunny in Philly” marathon with my site mates

19. Taught English to Mongolian students

20. Crammed many bodies into one taxi

21. Saw a middle school student get punched in the face by another middle school student

22. Partied for a week straight in Darkhan

23. Got the flu during Mid-Center Days

24. Played basketball with Americans and Mongolians

25. Drank airag, fermented horse milk

26. Ate giddis, goat guts

27. Spectated the Mongolian Annual Olympics (Naadam)

28. Let my host brother borrow 20,000 tugriks, which I never saw again

29. Walked in on that same host brother and his wife at their most intimate

30. Almost got bit by a dog

31. Got lots of shots

32. Almost got charged by an angry calf

33. Saw a goat running on top of the other goats to get towards the front of the herd

34. Played soccer with Mongolian children

35. Played guitar and sang for my school’s opening ceremony

36. Gave a speech for my school’s opening ceremony

37. Wrote two new songs

38. Read two books

39. Had a gossip night with…dudes

40. Helped create and facilitate an English conference in Darkhan

41. Rode on part of the Trans-Siberian railway

42. Drove to the Mongolian-Russian border

43. Got called a “Ruski”

44. Experimented soaking cowberries in vodka to find out it was disgusting

45. Went to a Mongolian dance club

46. Sang karaoke

47. Learned and sang four Mongolian songs

48. Stayed out past three with my host brother to witness my host mom angry and hitting him

49. Found Jamaican rum and drank it

50. Discovered that my favorite pivo in Mongolia is “Khar Khorum”

51. Gave a massage (and sort of got one back in return)

52. Held a rabbit

53. Dug a well

54. Fetched water out of a well

55. Took a bucket bath

56. Got made fun of for saying “baas” (which means poop) instead of “bas” (which means and).

57. Got invited in by a Buddhist monk to his study

58. Got cleansed by a Shaman

59. Drank water from a natural spring

60. Jumped off a giant sand dune

61. Sat next to a pretty girl on the airplane

62. Stayed in three different aimags

63. Won a volunteer trivia night

64. Actually won in site-vs.-site dodge ball

65. Dressed in a Mongolian traditional dell

66. Held a baby for the first time in 14 years

67. Ate mutton cooked by hot rocks

68. Visited a ger

69. Lived in solitude in a Soviet apartment

70. Milked a cow

71. Got a piggy-back ride from my small Mongolian host dad, who ended up with a strained lower back

72. Debated Ron Paul and politics with fellow volunteers

73. Wrestled Mongolian-style (sort of)

74. Hiked a mountain

75. Woke up out of a dream screaming

76. Had a sleepless night caused by a rooster crowing

77. Had weekly campfires with the other PCVs

78. Played ping-pong against a Mongolian elder

79. Discovered that Snickers and Twix are bomb-diggity

80. Found a dead decomposing bird in the clean water source which I usually drank out of

81. Won at beer pong and then lost the next match to two girls

82. Was in the same room as two people getting it on

83. Lived out a “King of the Hill” moment, drinking a pivo outside the delgur with my friends

84. Ate at an Irish-American pub, which was not so Irish

85. Shopped at three different black markets

86. Flew in a tiny airplane across the country

87. Watched the Heat defeat the Spurs in the NBA Finals

88. Taught Darkhan teachers about different ways to use the Internet as a resource

89. Discovered that mustard is great with spaghetti

90. Learned the Cyrillic alphabet

91. Joined a fantasy football league

92. Recorded a song sung and played by a Mongolian family

93. Met the American Ambassador to Mongolia

94. Experienced the freezing cold of an early June night

95. Went to Caikhan Uul

96. Ate hosher at Naadam

97. Drank gin with tang

98. Joined the “Game of life”

99. Was part of an act at a Mongolian circus

100. Sat next to the Mongolian version of Mac’s mom (Sunny in Philly) in the taxi