In 1989, I followed a life long dream of farming. I sold my car and bought a horse, buggy, and plow. The used wheels I got for my buggy happened to be painted yellow with bright red hubs. My Amish neighbors began to call me Rob Yellow Wheels. When I began a two year walk about from PA to NY with my horse Emma and the buggy, I painted the wheels black, wishing to be more plain. But I ought to have taken Spirit's hint. A few years later I found myself in San Francisco "coming out"... though I have never worn Yellow Heels! After 7 years there, I felt my Spirit call me on a walk about the world. Visions of a wandering mystic came to me after 7 years of practicing Reiki and shamanic energywork. At times I forget the vision and my powers and my travel tales lapse into the mundane. I try to remember the words of GregO whom I met in NYC: "Most people can't be gypsy's because they are too attached to what works for them... AND too attached to what doesn't work for them!"