The Rising Women

Going to dinner after having given evidence to our connection now also physically, bound together by the symbol of the rising woman on our skin. Hours we had spent with my friendly neighbor artist patiently creating the motive as we wished for it to come out while he ordered us cake and cappuccino, sending red hearts. 

She’s looking at me, we’re grateful, blessed and happy about our bond as she’s reviewing her experience in this place. Somehow I still didn’t have this big wohoo moment like you do all the time finding your teacher, meeting all these people you have known before. This magic somehow hasn’t happened to me here, meeting someone special… I smile and look at her. All on a sudden the truth of my learnings spilling uncontrollably out of my mouth. Well Love this is all about perspective. Nothing is good or bad or great or magical unless you make it that. Every experience is what you make of it, what you see in it and what you focus on. If you are looking for an extraordinarily great experience you might miss all of those small ones all around that are already there like I’ve experienced them throughout all of my time here feeling content with myself, enjoying every piece and step of my journey. It’s a decision I make. How enthusiastic I become about meeting a friend on the street or eating a piece of cake, making it magic every time. It’s only perspective. Perspective that you choose. Each and every time. She’s smiling. That’s true. She concludes.

I live I breathe through my teachings, the readings, the lectures I have for myself although I haven’t even started the program with him. M Ji, my teacher. His yogic lifestyle training that shall be my transformation for life. It's already coming through me, to her. I can see how she's soaking it in and I cannot point out where my wisdom seems to come from these days as through the words of Lord Buddha, Siddhartha and the most holy scripture of all the Gita. The Gita that I struggle to understand when I take it to our favorite breakfast spot in the morning where just in the right moment Master M is blessing us with his presence. I call him over and ask him to explain the meaning behind the words to me as he had explained to me the day before how many times he's worked through the texts, knowing every piece of it by heart - when I was sitting in our event pulling out my book of wisdom after he had conveyed to me that I was only there to enjoy the ceremony and hold space in the process to absorb what I may need for my future once I'd leave that place.

Had I maybe learned more than he could imagine from what he knows about me. Sitting by the Ganga in the mornings, absorbing the peace. Going inside the fresh water as I cannot resist its holiness, the clarity and wisdom it brings me. Processing my observations from the days being. 

Willingly he is sitting down next to me, taking on the book explaining every Sanskrit word, every name of the family relations involved, every place and philosophical or linguistic term I couldn’t make sense of. We should work through that book, meeting every day for fairytale hour I say. One and a half he says. He may not think I mean it. Yet I couldn't be more serious about studying the words of the Gita to a point where they actually start making sense to me.

The pictures of us are so beautiful and the spots on our bodies… perfect. This way we can hold hands, holding each other. I’m filled with so much love. I’m so so thankful and blessed that we have each other. Sometimes I just don’t see it. She laughs shortly. That’s sad. Probably you are my biggest gift. That you came here. You are my wahhooo. She giggles again. Yes. Is her conclusion. I listen to her message only minutes after we’ve said good night to one another. I’m so touched. I rarely heard a more beautiful declaration of love from a friend. I am that gift. As she is for me. Becoming the rising women we were meant to be all along, holding hands, initiating rising together, sharing it with others, finding inspiration and followers. Our first evidence in the physical realm showing up right in front of us asking for exactly that. Our symbol for the merging of two worlds that have been separated for far too long. Creating community. In love.

She's looking at me. Maybe there will be two other of Him on this planet for us. Our MVP from a few weeks back in Nepal. The one who touched us so deeply that neither of us will be able to forget him. I think back about him as she's mentioning him. I haven't thought about him in those last weeks. Yet when I think back to him, he's still evoking tears in my eyes. Unexplainable. Extraordinary this young man. One of a kind with a Golden heart. Send him love she says as we have to my other surprise friend who came to see me right before we left. These exceptional young men who came to me within the last weeks and months and back to me like today as well. From Georgia. Another one. The third. First virtually, then personally. 

Maybe I can be the first one to show you that he is not leaving you and prove to you that you're worth it. At least I could do it this one time. His words from last week coming back to me. These words that meant something to me after he'd shared his most inner self with me. Now we're sitting at our usual coffee and cake table as she's bringing back the memories about these beautiful men, showing us nothing but love and loyalty to prove that there can be change, that there doesn't have to be disappointment and pain every time we meet men, once we learn to choose our company wisely. In this spot right here and now the rising women, I receive another message, another forgotten encounter. Surprising me the same with his curiosity for my experience of India, having his own ticket to India in his hands. What to say. We are shaking our heads. The world is coming to me as it has since I have arrived in this place. 

It won't leave me stranded but in opposite. Send more and more people to show me that magnificence of the Universe. Who reflect all my love back to me if not yet proactively giving it to me while I look to learn and expand. The exchange mutual when they come seeking from me what I have to give. The magic we create. Together. The rising women. Integrating the masculine energy into their growth while becoming whole, rising to their higher self. Alchemy. Creating Magic. For all. Holding space.