A Chance Meeting - 12/16/2011

Several years ago, at the Amma meditation retreat in Los Angeles, I ate lunch next to a woman named Marlana.  She had a light emitting from her energy field and it was enchanting.  We started talking and soon I sat back and just listened to her speak.  Both her wisdom and grace were astounding.  She was a master storyteller; worldly, educated and honest.  A friendship grew that day.  Although I never physically saw her again, we chatted on the phone often for several years.  I found out the other day that she passed away.  I have been crying ever since.  I know she is in a better place, but knowing that we will never speak again in the human realm-for now- leaves a void in my heart.  I ask myself, “How can someone I only saw once in my life leave me so grief stricken?”.

The answer that comes to me is that it’s not the number of times you are with someone but how they touch your heart and soul.  I believe she was one of my human guardian angels.  Marlana would always tell me to write and that my destiny was to share the truth about crystals, energy and ancient secrets with my soul brothers and sisters through the written word.  My entire life I have wanted to write.  However, my entire life I have run away from writing.

Why?  FEAR.  Psychologists say FEAR is our most primal emotion.  It is the way we avoid hurting ourselves. If this was true how could writing hurt me? The critic inside my head says what if it is not relevant? What if it doesn’t matter?  How do people get past fear?  Yogananda says to look fear in the face and it will cease to trouble you.  He said we must change ourselves if we want to be free from fear. 

Today I will look fear in the face and put the pen to paper.  Today my grief reminds me that a chance meeting years ago was not by chance; it was destiny. Today is the first day of the rest of my life.  Today be inspired to ask yourself, “what do I fear?”, and have the courage to change it. BE fearless, free yourself, free your soul and move forward it is liberating.

In memory of Marlana one of my spiritual teachers.  I will miss you dearly.

Namaste,

Heather.