I can safely say: I do
not know anything. Like the Koran says, it is in God´s hands. Since my last
post, I have become more aware of my words. How they affect people,
relationships, and everything in the environment. In the past, I have sat down
at a computer and poured my heart out while I blogged. Little hesitation saying
anything and rarely deleting a word while I wrote. After my experience in the
dark, I now I have a new value for words. If we are able to stay in our heart
spaces with purity of thought, then Wahe Guru! Since most of us our clouded by
subconscious thought, patterns, and impressions, our words may have a different
effect than what was intended. For this reason, I am hesitant to write a blog
anymore. For now, I will do my best to stay present and will see how I feel
afterwards.
I spent this past week
or so 30 minutes outside of town. In order to reach the house, you must take a
rugged trail through cornfields as elevation rapidly increases. The house is
simple. A one room house with no electricity, an outside solar shower, a compostable
toilet, no way of preserving food, but it is amazing. Ajna does a nice job of
creating a conscious, peaceful environment that is very welcoming. The view of
the lake and volcanoes is epic and you can watch the sun rise and set in the
same day. Morning sunrise solar gazing proved to be a heartwarming start to the
day and quite the change from the darkness. I spent most of my days on the
mountain basking in the sun, playing music, singing with the birds, exploring
the area for wild fruits, reading about visionary plants, and reconnecting to
my divinity. Overall, it was a smooth, quiet transition from the darkness to
the light.
I would probably still be up on the mountain
if the police did not show up! The other
day my friend, Yos, was on his way to meet me for an adventure to a few local
farms. I glanced out the window to see if he was arriving and was a little
shocked to see two police men trudging up the mountain in the morning sun. I
was barked at to come out of the house and make my way to the mud adobe that is
mid-construction. One cop, we can call him Chuck, had an unbuttoned shirt, a
massive belly, and was holding one of Ajna´s marijuana plants shaking his head.
The other cop, Larry?, asked me if they were my plants. I did my best to
communicate in Spanish what the situation was. I had just finished a Kundalini
yoga set and was feeling super blissed out, so I smiled and laughed as I
explained the reasoning behind my presence at the house and the crop of
marijuana growing. Chuck put his hand on his gun, made a gesture like he was
going to handcuff me, then explained that they could bring me to jail for this.
In the middle of his threats, Yos arrived. He is a Chinese yogi, speaks zero
Spanish, and stood there shirtless and shoeless with a bewildered look on his
face. Larry explained to me that the alternator in their car was not working
properly and they could really use my help to pay for it. If I could just give
them$40-50 then they would forget about the plants. He seemed sincere, but the
whole situation was absolutely ridiculous. It all seemed like a cartoon to me.
Chuck continued to circle the plants, shaking his head, whispering ¨mal, mal¨,
and gesturing that he was going to hand cuff me. I let Larry gently know that
it was not possible to give him any money and perhaps his station could fix the
patrol car. He asked if Yos could ¨help¨ them out, which received a quick shake
of Yos´ head followed by a move to grab his phone. When the cops saw Yos grab
his phone, they put their hands up in the air and quickly demanded Yos put the
phone down. You would think Yos was the one with a gun by the way they reacted.
In the end, they gave up. I exhaled and strolled down the mountain with a whole
new perspective on life.
The cops told me they
would be back in the morning. My peaceful sanctuary quickly turned into an
unsafe zone. I have no interest in dealing with policemen. Early the next
morning, I packed my bag and headed back to San Marcos. Luckily, I have a few
friends here that have graciously offered to open their space for me. I will
stay one more night in the pyramid house, and then I will leave in the morning
to Fuentes Georginas, hot springs in the middle of the jungle!
I just finished
reading ¨The Ringing Cedar, ¨ an absolutely incredible book detailing the
teachings of a Russian Goddess called Anastasia. I am in absolute shock that
this novel just came across my path! I do believe the words of Anastasia, and I
hope to reconnect to Mother Earth the way she is. Thoughts of Alaska and Hawaii
have entered my reality. Kauai has been calling me for a few years and another
Alaskan summer to gain clarity on my being. I had the opportunity to teach
sunrise yoga with the full moon at Kaivalya. Seven people arrived and ready to
experience their own infinity. We had a great time, probably my favorite class
I have ever taught. At the end of class, tears were streaming down the cheeks
of 3 young ladies. I graciously received many hugs, smiles and warmth from a
room full of energy and open hearts.
As of now, I am being
called to nature, music, and art. At the same time, my being is craving to have
an outlet for teaching. The time is approaching where I will get out my own way
and deliver the mail of universal love. The cosmic light filling earth with
energy grows stronger every day. Open and you shall receive.
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