Here Is My Story — Lewis Harrison

Never a dull moment for this “outsider” — “outlier”.

Lewis somewhere off the grid in the late 1990s

I was born in the South Bronx a few decades before hip-hop and rap were also birthed there. I survived the mean Streets mostly because I had bright, street smart eccentric parents. I explored slight–of–hand magic, poetry, and stage mentalism as many teenage boys do while in high-school. Always an outsider and outlier, I was very lonely but knew in my heart that I was destined to do something special.

Then I got the mystic calling in college while earning a traditional degree in philosophy.

Wittgenstein, J. Krishnamurti, Ram Dass, Zen, and that whole-70s Guru thing had my full attention. I missed much wild fun but I guess, yet the “Path” kept me out of bad trouble, while I also passed through Studio 54 and that late night 70s NY hedonism disco scene, meditating all along and adding Yoga, Tai Chi, Tantra, and Aikido to my wheelhouse of talents. I was the guy, who drove all my drunk friends home after we partied all night, and then drove them to their first 12 Step meetings.

In the middle of all this, I hooked up with a Western Shaman, becoming his apprentice for 15 years. Then, before he died he told me I had…