Let My Journey, be in Service to Yours
My Journey
My journey began in 1970 in Alameda, California, a life shaped by rebellion, revelation, and spiritual awakening.
✦ Education and the “Not Living Up to Potential” Phase
I attended Roman Catholic schools through eighth grade and then public high school after that. High school was especially tough as I didn’t fit the curriculum.
Talk about trying to get a fish to climb a tree! At least rulers and paddles weren’t part of the curriculum anymore.
Nearly every report card echoed the same refrain: “Not working to full potential.” A phrase that haunted me until, as an adult, I ceremoniously burned them, reclaiming my energy and rewriting my story.
Prior to high school I played baseball, but my freshman year, I played football. But was dismissed from sports altogether from my sophomore year on. Even though I would make the teams, I was not allowed to play sports in the three different high schools I attended, due to poor grades.
Which I found ironic, considering I was able to enroll in the U.S. Army in the summer between my junior and senior year.
Even with poor grades, I could theoretically risk my life and fight for my country, but I couldn't play sports.
I dropped out of high school a couple of months into my senior year, and passed the GED on my eighteenth birthday. This was my “angry” phase.
✦ Early Life
Though I had what might be called a “typical” childhood in Alameda, walking alone to the store at ten years old to buy a candy bar for me and cigarettes for my mom would hardly qualify as typical today. My mom did the best she could, considering her unhealed wounding, and my dad was off saving the whales with Greenpeace.
Growing up, my nickname was ACE, a subtle mirror of my initials. To the few who noticed, it revealed more than just clever wordplay, a subtle clue to my soul’s signature.
I played soccer and baseball, and the four corner intersection on my street served as a perfect baseball diamond. I can’t say the neighbors agreed. Especially when a home run or errant foul ball would ricochet off their house.
I can report, (somehow) no windows were broken.
I distinctly remember questioning the purpose of life through this phase and just being perpetually confused and feeling out of place.
✦ The Crash & the Dream
After high school, I was in a major motorcycle accident. With broken bones and not having worn a helmet, there was no apparent reason for me to have lived other than the will of the Divine.
I drifted for a few years: retail, landscaping, bartending, lost and aimless.
Then I had my first prophetic dream. It was startlingly vivid, like being physically present inside someone else's story.
Later, it proved to be frighteningly accurate. That moment has stayed with me ever since.
✦ Baseball Dreams and Life Lessons
Inspired by a motivational book, I set out to pursue baseball, starting in an adult league and aspiring towards collegiate-level play.
But I had hurdles: no high school ball experience, age, self-supporting work demands, and the need to enroll full-time in school just to try out. I tried at two colleges and didn’t make it.
The third time, I made the practice squad. The coach gave me a shot. I swam laps before classes, went to practice, and worked evenings. It was unsustainable. Right before the season began, I was placed on academic probation. Again: history repeated itself, no sports.
At the same time, I got married. With mounting responsibilities, I stepped away from baseball.
But the itch wasn’t gone.
A few years later, I tried out for a minor league team, despite having thrown out my back in a work related injury. I didn’t get selected but made it through the cuts. The next year, I tried again, this time with a torn ACL and meniscus from ice hockey. Again: Despite my condition, I made the cuts but not the roster.
That was the final chapter of the baseball dream.
✦ Business, Burnout, and a Stranger’s Nudge
I had started a business, but still felt aimless. Now with a wife and child, the stakes were higher.
It was during this time that I had my second most prophetic dream. Again, this visionary representation of the 3D world, turned out to be completely accurate.
One night, I saw one of those ‘90s personal development infomercials. You know the kind. It sparked something. I dove deep into personal growth and pushed my business to the max. But inside? I was unraveling.
My marriage became a mirror, reflecting my lack of grounding, lack of soulful connection, lack of conscious living. Lack, lack, lack.
We moved to my then-wife’s hometown to start fresh. I abandoned the business I had poured years into. Too drained to sell it. Liability concerns made the choice easier.
I tried starting over in a new town but couldn’t get traction.
Then a stranger approached me and said I should model.
I wasn’t interested in modeling, but acting? That was intriguing.
✦ Acting, Loss, and the Year Everything Collapsed
The encounter led to that stranger being my first talent agent. I studied acting, booked background work and small gigs, and got involved in the indie film scene.
Then everything collapsed.
In a single year, I lost my father (though I hadn’t learned of his passing until months after), my mother, a stepfather figure, an uncle, my marriage, all our money in a fraudulent investment, my cat, and became homeless.
I was involved in a non-profit organization raising money for children’s charities and no one knew I couldn’t even get out of bed most mornings.
I hit rock bottom. And again, the only thing that held me together was the Divine.
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✦ Rebuilding in Texas, Film Again, and Letting Go
About a year later, I teamed up with my ex-wife and her husband to launch a new business in Texas. We relocated with our blended family, all of us focused on starting fresh.
As fate would have it, Austin had a thriving indie film scene. I found myself drawn back in. I signed with a new agent, returned to acting, and even co-produced a film with friends.
This marked my first serious foray into astrology. Up until then, I had dismissed it as little more than café dribble , vague, generic, and not to be taken seriously. That changed when a close friend gifted me a book written specifically about my natal chart. As I began reading, I found myself highlighting, first a few lines, then full pages.
The words resonated so deeply, it was as if the book had been written from inside my soul. I was hooked. A star was re-born.
Eventually, I moved back to California to help open a clinic for children with Autism.
On the way, I made a spontaneous detour through the Grand Canyon. With borrowed equipment, and entirely unprepared physically, I hiked down to the Colorado River, and then back out the next day.
Whether it was adrenaline, madness, or Divine intervention that got me through, I still don’t know. But I made it.
That moment, raw and stripped down, felt like a brush with the Sacred.
Back in California, I stayed active in acting and signed with an LA agent. But during one particular audition, something shifted. It dawned on me, I didn’t want fame and I no longer wanted to offer my energy to a machine I didn’t believe in.
That realization marked a significant turning point in my consciousness and spiritual evolution.
At the Autism clinic, my original role was focused on business development. But I quickly found myself bonding with the kids, harmonizing with their energy in a way that felt both effortless and profound. I began participating in coaching and training sessions, working not just with the children but with their parents as well.
Although I deeply cherished working with this community, it didn’t feel like my long-term calling.
I made the decision to return to Texas, this time, to be more present in my fatherhood journey.
✦ Cannabis, Mountains, and a Breakdown
Another investment opportunity, pitched by a someone in the inner circle turned out to be fraudulent. Again, I lost everything, was searching, and again, homeless.
After my daughter graduated high school, a friend invited me to Oregon to explore opportunities in the cannabis industry. The timing for the industry was right, but for me, it was wrong. Permits were a maze. Deep pockets and local connections were mandatory and I had neither.
Camping in the Oregon mountains, I hit a wall.
Picture this: it’s raining hard. I’m soaked. Shirt torn off. Arms stretched to the sky, ala Shawshank Redemption. I scream, “Come on!! What am I supposed to do?!”
Andy Dufresne’s answer? Freedom! My answer? Silence. Just more rain.
✦ Sedona and the Awakening
Retuning to the Bay Area, I dove back into the film community, this time intending to produce films. I just love creative energy, and the film industry had it in spades.
But then, while visiting Sedona, I randomly (or was it?) met a woman walking her dog. We got to talking, she worked at a psychic center. They were hiring a concierge. I applied.
Two weeks later, the owner said, “You’re wasting your time. You should be doing readings.”
I was stunned, and open.
I stepped away and immersed myself into the metaphysical realm. I worked with renowned spiritual coach Luna Van Atta, received Reiki attunements, trained with energy workers, and devoured everything I could to learn, align and integrate Tarot, Astrology, psychic development and healing.
Before launching publicly, I received a Tarot reading. The Two of Wands appeared, symbolizing a major decision. A day or so later, on a walk, I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with two stags. Just as depicted on the card, mirroring the crossroads before me. One turned and vanished, but the other remained, in a literal spotlight, locking eyes with mine, unmoving, unblinking, anchored to the path that called my soul forward.
In that instant, I felt it, the clarity, the confirmation. This was my sign!
The choice had been made.
I hosted readings at the center until COVID hit.
✦ Driving, Reflection, and Acetrology.com
I moved to Mount Shasta for a time. It was beautiful but not permanent. My daughter got married, and her husband needed someone he could trust to help launch a logistics business. I got my CDL and began driving cross-country.
I thought I could do readings from the road. I couldn’t.
Eventually, my son-in-law found a good company and settled in. That chapter closed.
Although meditation had never left me, I was ready to explore it at a more profound depth.
Plus, I turned to my natal chart, seeking guidance, relying on the cosmos to show me the way.
And that’s when Acetrology.com was born.
My Favorite Passage:
An old man traveling a lonely highway,
Came at the evening cold and grey,
To a chasm deep and wide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
For the sulin stream had no fears for him,
But he turned when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man" cried a pilgrim near,
You are wasting your time in building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day,
And you will never again pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide,
Why build you a bridge at evening tide?
The builder raised his old gray head,
Good friend on the path I have come, he said,
There followeth after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This stream which has been not to me,
To that enthusiastic boy may a pitfall be.
He too must cross in the twilight dim,
Good friend, the old man said, I am building this bridge for him.
Will Allen Dromgoole
Let My Journey, Be in Service to Yours
A Vision Gift Bestowed on Me:
Angel of truth who direct and ground the light of truth. Anchoring Divine feminine within, he successfully guide many people to their truth, with the attitude of humbleness, patience and compassion.
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