21/03/2026
There are days when the Earth speaks louder than our mind.
The equinox is one of them.
A sacred moment when day and night meet in perfect balance.
Light and dark… equal.
A reminder that harmony is not something we chase—
it is something we return to.
And just a day before, here in Bali, we entered Nyepi.
A day where the whole island pauses.
No noise. No distractions.
Just silence… and truth.
In that silence, I pulled a card.
It invited me into something I’ve always felt…
but never fully claimed—
my path of psychic and intuitive development.
Then I saw it.
A Temazcal ceremony.
The last one. Tomorrow.
I hesitated.
Not because I don’t love new experiences—
but because I was afraid of the dark.
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The next day, I surrendered.
I followed my heart completely.
We went to a waterfall…
the one we planned was closed,
so we were guided somewhere quieter.
And there…
I sat in meditation.
I smelled something woody… ancient…
like the Earth herself was breathing through me.
Surrounded by nature, by Pachamama,
I felt cleansed.
Held.
Alive.
Two rainbows appeared around the water.
In that moment, I knew—
I was exactly where I needed to be.
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Later that day… I had to walk into the ceremony alone.
My heart was racing.
So fast it scared me.
I kept breathing.
Whispering to myself:
“You are safe.”
But deep inside…
I wasn’t just entering a ceremony.
I was asking for my medicine.
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Inside the Temazcal…
it was pitch dark.
No light.
No body.
No identity.
Just… sound.
When the chanting began, something opened in me.
And then—
the shaman started chanting
“Om Mani Padme Hum.”
The exact mantra I had wanted to chant.
In that moment, I knew—
I am guided.
My voice opened.
My body disappeared.
There was no “me” anymore.
Only vibration.
Only frequency.
Only love.
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In the darkness…
I experienced something I cannot fully explain.
A remembrance.
A lifetime where I was a medicine woman.
Singing.
Channeling.
Becoming.
No resistance.
Just flow.
Just truth.
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Through the four gates—
earth, water, fire, air, and finally love—
I met myself again and again.
I felt fear.
Power.
Surrender.
Creation.
And at the end…
When the door opened,
and I felt the air on my skin…
There was only one word in my heart:
Home.
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After the ceremony, I asked the shaman about the mantra.
He said,
“I don’t usually chant that… it just came through.”
Of course it did.
Because something greater is always guiding us—
when we are willing to listen.
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That night, I hugged the medicine woman.
She looked into my eyes and said,
“I can be your mother.”
And my heart whispered…
“I know because I felt her presence as my mother of the ceremony “
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Looking back, I realized—
I didn’t plan this day.
Life did.
The closed waterfall.
The rainbows.
The fear.
The mantra.
The ceremony.
Everything… was arranged.
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And one question stayed with me:
Do you choose to listen to your mind… or your heart?
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You are not the same woman twice.
So why are you still shrinking yourself
to fit into an old version of you?
When others are fighting just to survive—
how dare you not fully live?
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Radiate.
Express.
Create.
Because you are not just part of creation…
You are creation itself.
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I love you 🤍
