Sometimes we have to give up everything to know what we have. Without the valley, there are no peaks. As long as we remember to take the bird’s eye view and see the divine process as a whole, we remember that we are creating the experience and it can always be hard or easy, unpleasant or joyous. My time in India was a continuous surrender and acceptance to to the journey we undertake to remind ourselves again and again what we have known all along. It was a journey that reminded me of the dualistic nature of reality, filled peaks of extreme bliss that were immediately met by the opposing force, one extreme to the next, in a continual and relentless dose of raw reality. It was unfiltered and uncensored, a spiritual shovel that dug deep in the core of Who I Am, A shovel that hit many blocks of illusion, walls built up by stories of who I thought I was, shards of ego…and I welcomed the blows, gasping for the deep breaths that brought me closer to my true essence. I was helpless, but willing, weak but finding strength I thought I never had. So the illusions shattered, and the wounds that were ripped open, bled away away the parts of me that were never really me, that didn’t serve me. The tears of sadness met with the bloods of illusion and joined into the river that met a waterfall and fell fast and hard into a never-ending expansive ocean of our transformation. Once the soul of the river left the mountains and valley, it united in oneness with the ocean, returning to the source where it all began.

I feel that there is much to share about this journey, that maybe these words will resonate with a journey you once took, are taking, or are about to take….Tapping into the Cosmic One. The One that knows all, sees all, and is all. Here I am, sweating in the filth and sweetness of Paharganj, seeing only one layer but which layer is the real layer? You know this, you created this remember. One does not exist without the other. Escuha las signales, ya estan. Sabes este. Despiertete. Abra sus ojos. Creation time. I am that I am and I am clarity, I have the ability to see things as they are, in their true essence. I am that I am and I am the creator of my reality. I am aligned with my Higher Self, Truest Truth, I am peace, tranquility, abundance, beauty, love, synchronicity. The signs are all around me and I see them. I see with clarity and acceptance. I peel away the layers of illusion. The core in its entirety emerges and I merge with it, becoming what I’ve known all along. I cannot forget what I always know. I release the negative patterns that do not serve me, become the higher me. This soul is eternally free. Freedom to create, and I am creating. I know this plan because my super conscious
created it. I do not fight it anymore, I take by the reins and ride it, laughter and joy bellowing from deep belly breaths, sun on the horizon, light the guides me, reminds me to be the greatest grandest me. Mission heard, I do not fail because there is no losing in learning. Enjoying this, laughing at the intricacy that divinely weaves this web together. I step outside the rolling picture, take a standstill on the mountain with a breath-giving view.Fine-tuning the instrument for the clarity to come through, music to my ears that guides me, flows through me, inspires me into the higher me. The beauty of perfection breaks boundaries and cracks dark windows that veiled the divine light. Walls crumble that never really existed. Home is where the heart is and is here and now. I know what I am not, and I know what I am. Cards placed on the table, I am only flipping them over. Potential stored and waiting. Clearing the winds of destruction that blow the cards from my hands’ grasp. Realigning, dusting off, shaking out the wrinkles. Standing up straight and being stronger than I have ever been…Thank you India, really its been a kick.You’ve been hard on me,but only as hard as I asked you to be. You taught me about perseverance, about strength, about tapping into the force, even when there is an illusion that nothing is there. Pushed to my limits, I have seen that there is much to learn, that there are many aspects of the self, and how we seek to know every one of them. I came here to know this part of me. Now I know it, I say thank you, good lesson, REALLY good lesson. But…I am outta here. I break the chains that bind me, tell you India, this soul is free. Just as I chose to come here, I choose to leave. You cannot keep me here against my higher will. I am closing this door and stepping into the next chapter. I close the door softly, gently, with my hands saluted in prayer in front of me. I touch the ground in love and respect bringing it to my third eye. I see now, I understand now. Back to what I do best, sharing the message, inspiring the highest form of the highest self. Sometimes we need to take those journeys to remind ourselves of what we have. To check our ego so hard that we squirm in the skin we agreed to incarnate in. Walking slowly I take in the gentle breeze inside of me, open my eyes fully. The breeze enters me, pranic flow brings life to me, recharges me, heals the wounds of the battle that’s now behind me. I rub away the imprints of the chains that no longer bind me. Marvel at the wonder of how good it feels to be free. Set out full power for the journey in front of me. And I breathe as the color returns to my cheeks. The vital force fills this soul to entirety. I turn the page to the next chapter, non-attachment to what happened before or what might happen after. Just being.

(that was the last entry, hopefully I will make it to the rest)