Who is The Wayfinder?

Michael Lee-Price AKA 'The Wayfinder' was born at Gosford, NSW at 11:00 am on January 19th 1956. (yes, I am a cusp Capricorn/ Aquarius - a Goat in Chinese horoscope - oh.no .. a double 'old' goat). I was born Michael David Raymond John Zachary Price; a breach birth and pre-mature (hence the long name. My parents and grand-parents did not think I would survive - hell of a gravestone).

I am second generation Australian (in places and a little original Australian). I am half irish (my mother's side - Avery and Frawley) and a quarter Welsh (my father's father - he changed his name from Pryce to Price) and 1/ 8 aboriginal (my father's mother was 1/ 2 and I do not know what the other half was). Without going into a great detail ... both my mother and father where christian ... my father anglican my mother catholic (Irish) ... neither converted and married with the understanding that religion was an open though not much discussed faith in their house hold. I always had a leaning to the Occultism, Metaphysics and Druidry. I found the philosophies of Gnostism, the Rosucrucians, Wicca, Hindusim, Buddhism, Taoism and Witchcraft a great deal more to my liking.

In my late adolesence, I was a 'wild child'; hippie; biker. At the age of 18-19 I fathered a daughter. The mother of my child, had a hard time keeping her legs together. I was in a band and returning late home after a gig, I found the 'mother' in bed with not one guy but two. I mopped the floor with all three of them, snatched my 18 month old daughter out of her cot ... jumped into my car and proceeded to make my way to my parents place 30 miles away. I was under the influence of drugs (heroin and pot - hence my dislike for the earlier drug taking messages) and had a fatal car accident, fatal for my daughter ...

As a result, I turned I began walking the left-hand path; as a Satanist and a hedonistic existence and dabbled in the occult and magic that at best and in hind-sight should have been left alone. Losing all faith in the Christian 'God', I involved myself in more drug taking, orgies and black masses. I learnt Chaos Magic and Voodoo and Dark Magic and 'real' Tantric practices.

The Universe however, has a way of interceeding and changing your whole perspective ... if the Supreme Spirit or the Gods and Goddesses deem it so.

I always say and I quote: " Some people learn the easy way ... and some need to be hit on the head with a sledge hammer."

After a bike accident, (and dying three times), I have or should I say had "Brain Damage / Brain Injuries"as a result of the bike accident. It was a direct result of the injuries that I am now a seer and spiritwalker and that I am in tune with my "sixth sense". I no longer see society the same way as others. I do not think along conventional lines and seldom have time for the process of getting from A to Z. I look for short cuts and analyse the
politics of life differently.

In 1983 I died (wasn't the first time I had died in this life - I had died three times before ... electrocuted when 12; drowned at 17; drug/ heroin overdose at 20) after a horrific bike accident. I was a biker and not a very nice person, I should mention in passing. When I was 19-23 years old, I was even a Satanist and actually belonged to a Coven in Sydney's Kings Cross (a noted Red-light district.)

As a result of the bike accident, I dislocated my hip; ruptured my pelvis; broke my right leg below the knee and recieved massive head injuries. In the Ambulance on the way to the hospital I died. The paramedic revived me. On the operating table I died (and had an out of body/ life after death experience - the old travelling down the tunnel etc. journey) and was revived again, and in intensive care after the operation I died (had another out of body/ life after death experience).

These out of body experiences/ life after death experiences were like dreams. Very intense and vibrant and visual dreams, Real. It was like existing in another plane of existence. Another world; place; time. Like "Crossing Over" (as John Edwards called the otherside) to another dimensional place that I will call what the Celts refer to as the Otherworld(s).

The first 'experience' which I had previously refered to as the tunnel was "freaky" I sensed people/ apparitions walking passed me ... both going back towards where I had come from and also towards where I was heading. Some where seemingly in a hurry to get where they were going ... I, on the other hand, was dawdling ... I was taking everything in ... not wanting to go and not really wanting to stay and unsure whether or not to turn back. Suddenly, a familar friend's face appeared before me. His name was 'Rupee" (a Tongan living in Australia who I worked with) who died in a car accident three weeks before. He said: "MiC, it ain't your turn ... go back!" I was instantly in the operating room hovering over my own body, looking down as the doctors applied the paddles. I was back (yet still in a bad way).

The second experience was even more weird. I found myself in a completely 'white' room. Sitting on a 'white' chair. There was another person in the room. A woman. She sat there on another chair and just stared at me. We did not converse. Suddenly, a man in a long white robe appeared. He actually just walked through the wall into the room. He had long white hair and a long white beard. His skin was tannished in appearance. He stood there and gestured to me. He did not speak audibly but I could hear him in my head. He said to me:

"You are the Wayfinder. You are he who is meant to help others find the paths that they are to follow. You are the torch in the dark. You are there to help others walk the path that they fear most and show them the way to start there journeys. Do not preach to them. Accept them and their beliefs with the uniqueness that THEY are because they are ONE with YOU as I am ONE with YOU. Go for you are to serve."

You can now turn away and stop reading if you wish, as by now you would more than likely consider me probably "Insane". If you do then I accept that in this life our paths were only meant to meet just this once and I do not care if you think me Mad. I speak the Truth. I know this happened as I know I lived it. So if you do not believe me then there is nothing I can say to make you believe otherwise.

If you have got past this above statement then, I shall continue. I was in a coma for three months. When I came out of the coma ... my parents where told that I would be a vegatable ... that I would have an IQ of 80 (I believe the average IQ is 100-120) ... they were told I would never be the same and would be best off in a Sheltered Workshop. I was told I would never be an Artist again. I had to attend Queen Elizabeth's Rehabilitation Unit at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital in Sydney NSW. I had to re-learn to walk and to talk. I had to see three psychiatrists and two psychologists and several different therapists for the next six months on a weekly basis.

Then, the Australian Federal Government decided to de-institutionalise everything. Mentally ill (who were deemed not violent) were released from institutions and allowed to wander the streets and make their own way. People like myself were re-evaluated and either sent home with carers in tow or "thrown to the wolves". I was one of the later. I Had my parents there to financially support me but I had no one to turn too. Many of my old friends had turned their back on me. I had no employment prospects and spiritually I felt lost and confused.

During this time, something wonderful happened to me ...something miraclous. I changed. Something brought me back to that "dreamtime", that last experience. My IQ jumped to 135 (do not ask me how). I started having visions and waking up from "dreams" with knowledge I did not know I had.

Yes... This was the start of my enlightenment ( a journey I am still undertaking), I have been involved with many different religious groups, organizations, churches and dogma since then. I had gone back to the Christian church for a time (I was raised Anglican although never christened) ... after being kicked from Bible study I went onto study other ideologies. ... in truth if it was at all possible to be 'excommunicated' from the Anglican church ... I was. My 6 year old son (my eldest son - now 17) was not allowed to return to Sunday school, I was prevented from volunteering my services as a Youth Worker in the Anglican youth centre, I was sacked from working as a contributing illustrator and press artist at "FreeXpression" magazine which was owned and managed by a member of the congregation and all because after a Sunday sermon and at afternoon tea in the Church hall when introduced to the heirachy of the congregation, I was asked my 'own' belief ... and said that I did not believe that Jesus was the son of God and that the bible was a sexist book as there was no gospel according to Martha or Mary ... Imagine the looks of horror on the faces of the congregation..... nice knowing you... goodbye... now..... quickly!

I have been involved with Rosicrucian studies, Buddhism, Sai Baba, Gnostism and even the Church of Scientology. I researched and experienced many different beliefs and religions (i.e.: the Orange people; Ba'hai) ... I now consider myself a theologian. I became an Ordained minister of the Spiritualist Church (1990 - 1993) and then, an Ordained minister of the High Church of Aquarius (whilst in Canada) and then, an Ordained minister of the Universal Life Church (whilst in America). During all this time, I always and never stopped intentifying myself as a Celt, and knew from the time I was young that I had special gifts. I was blessed with Empathic, Healing, Psychic gifts among other things but had no idea how to use my gifts. How to channel my abilities.

I have read much, done much, learnt much in many years but up until 2001, I had no idea how to tap into my gifts. During five months in a jail cell in the USA awaiting deportation ( I was in jail as an illegal alien) and after being brutalised and thrown into solitary in the "hole"at one stage for a period of one month... I did it. I tapped into my inner self. My inner Nirvarna. My peace... I am still working on it. I labelled myself a WAYIST. It is a philosophy of Being.

On a personal note, I have had many premonitions and I have access to the Akashic Records. Since my accident (and resulting head injuries) in 1983, I have found myself with many gifts. I see small as well as big events. My real first premonition was in 1985 in Sydney on the way to my favorite watering hole. A mother with a small boy, perhaps five or six. She had trouble keeping the young fella under control. He was running ahead of her. I was five or six feet behind them. I had a vision of a truck coming down a street two streets away from my pub and the young lad stepping out in front of it. I strolled hastily past her and grabbed the boy just before he did so. I handed him over to his mother and continued on my way. Two of the locals witnessed it from the pub window. The woman followed me into the pub and sobbing thanked me. I felt embarrassed but I was glad the young boy was not killed.

Unfortunately, sometimes we can not prevent something which is meant to happen. If we do attempt to, people look at us as if we have three heads and either scoff, start making arrangements for us to be locked up or ignore our pleads.

I dreamt about the large earthquake in India which killed thousands, two days before it happened. Who was I going to tell?

I dreamt about the Thredbo Disaster (An avanlache/ mud slide in Thedbo Ski Resort in NSW, Australia) which killed a great many people. I told my son and father three days before about the dream. Who else was I to tell?

I saw in a dream, a month before the incident, the planes crashing into the twin towers. Who would have believed me? Especially as I was locked in a jail in Mancester, New Hampshire awaiting deportation for being an illegal alien. How could I prevented all those deaths? I was however, forewarned. I was due to be deported on September the 11th ... but because a CO (Correctional Officer)pushed me down a flight of metal stairs which resulted in my right arm and wrist being broken/ smashed, the Australian Government got me out a week and a half early. I still have the airplane ticket of the plane I was meant to fly out on- Flight AA11 - Boston to Los Angelos."

During my 47 years this time on earth, I have worked as a copyboy, cadet journalist, cadet artist, graphic-designer, musician, jockey, bagman, personal minder, bouncer, press artist, cartoonist, illustrator, teacher, laborer, storeman, Art Director, Warehouse Manager, Office Manager, web designer, Community artist, Advocate, political animal, Justice of the Peace, Youth Worker and a Social Worker.

I am a father and a step-father. I have been married once and lived in seven defacto relationships. I have had over 200 sexual experience with different partners ( I am not boasting just telling it as it is). I have finally found my Life partner.

My interests have always been Alternative.

I am a Goddess worshipper. A Tantric practioner. A magician. A Bard and poet. A philosophy. A Druid. I AM Me.

This is but the briefest of summaries and one day with Blue Dragonfly's help I will write the ALL of it.

My Son, Brett