Kickstarter Campaign Launch!

6.28.2013

Today is the day! I'm very excited that I was able to launch my kickstarter campaign today in effort to raise money for my book. My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude already. I want to take this time to thank all of my Spiritual Anthropology readers across the globe. Moreover, I'm happy to be able to involve you all in this collective effort. Although the Kickstarter page has it all laid out in black and white, (http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jehrodalain/digging-deep-into-a-dream) I would like to lay it all out here on the blog.

It is this very blog that gave me the courage to write this book and to feel how people connected with my writing. With international readership, Spiritual Anthropology is being read in countries like Russia, Malaysia, France, and many other places. I'm grateful to have been able to connect in this way for the last three years.

So the book is an extension of the truth telling work that i've been doing here. I'm calling it my spiritual autobiography because i'm using my life experiences and lessons to show how one can dig deep into their own wisdom and experiences to find love, joy, and peace. Although that work is not necessarily easy, it's worthwhile and beyond rewarding. I want everyone to have a full life. A life where their inner abundance is more important than their outer experience. I want you to know what Eckart Tolle means when he says "When you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place."

This is the holy work of each of our lives.

I'm going through the self publishing company, Balboa to self-publish this book. (http://www.balboapress.com)

So if you would love to contribute to this effort, please visit the kickstarter website and donate today and also view the video below.

with thanks and love,
jehrod williams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwvPGLV0KEg

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