I Don’t Share This Story Often Because I Don’t Want to Freak People Out…

I am currently spending time with a man who isn’t familiar with the magical creature that is me.

By this I am referring to the woman who hugs trees on a regular basis, manifests parking spots frequently, meditates twice a day and talks about energy in almost every conversation.

The kind of woman who uses words and phrases like “grounded,” holding space,” “triggered,” “magical” and staying in my power” all the time.

At first I was surprised by this. Until I remembered that I tend to surround myself with people that also talk and think like this or if they don’t they’ve been around me for so long that it doesn’t phase them.

To be around someone who is delighted and intrigued and mystified by it is new for me.

As a result I need to make sure I don’t try to contain or dim it. Because that doesn’t help anyone.

But it reminds me of a very powerful experience I had in 2010. One may even call it a defining experience…

The day began with me teaching a chakra workshop. The focus was the second chakra and as a result I felt open and very fluid.

Later on I went hiking to see my favorite tree (the one tattooed on my arm). Back then I wasn’t that familiar with how to get to it so it was always a tiny miracle when I found it.

But I was running out of time and suddenly didn’t feel like seeing my tree friend. So when I got to what I thought was my tree it felt off. I sat down on it’s chair-like trunk and felt unwelcomed.

I quickly left and kept walking only to discover that wasn’t my tree. My tree was up ahead and when I discovered her I became filled with so much joy.

I started shouting, I didn’t know where you were!! It’s you! It’s you!

If anyone would have stumbled across me they would have thought I lost my mind. And in some ways I had.

Shortly after, tears sprung to my eyes as I sat in her nurturing trunk overlooking the water.

I felt the deepest sense of love I had ever felt. It poured out of me. I just sat there and let it.

Later that night I went to a folk concert at one of my yoga studios and many of my friends where there. That feeling of love was still permeating my experiences. I could feel it’s special glow.

After the show we went to a local Ethiopian bar where magic always seems to find me. That night was no different.

While I stood there, most likely with a glass of water in my hand, a man started cleaning up around me.

He was a white man with long blonde hair and a smile that seemed to penetrate my skin.

I felt compelled to speak to him so I asked, Do you work here? It sure seemed like he did.

He replied, I work everywhere. 

Then he went on to say, You are beautiful and that beauty runs deep. 

At this point I closed down a bit thinking that he was simply trying to pick me up. So he walked away from me, went up to a young Indian man, took his hand and kissed it. The man smiled and let him. I was floored.

I believe now that this man was trying to make me see that he had no intention of hitting on me but instead had a message for me. I softened.

He promptly came back over to me and said,

You are the chosen one. I love you and you love me and we love the world. Don’t you ever forget it.

I stared at him with a mix of confusion, awe, love and certainty. I replied, I won’t. 

And then he walked away, seemed to disappear and I never saw him again.

The days that followed that encounter freaked me out. I wondered what it meant, what responsibilities I held as a result.

At times my ego got big. I felt so special. I clung to that specialness. At other times I thought that we are all chosen ones and that’s all it meant.

But as I look back on this story and at myself now and how I engage with the world, I know that the way I brushed it off wasn’t true.

I know I am special. I know I am different. I know I am magical. I know I am very powerful.

I can’t deny that because I don’t want to look like a conceited asshole. But also I realize that there are other’s like me. I’m not the only one.

That message I received over 7 years ago was real. There is no doubt in my mind. And it’s not the only time I met someone whom I believe could have very well been an angel.

And I know some of you are reading this and shaking your heads up and down so fiercely.

I know you get me. I know you are me.

I also know there may be some of you that are rolling your eyes right now.

There is actually room for all of us.

So what does it all mean? If you feel like you are different, a “chosen one” so to speak, what do you do?

The only answer I have is to keep diving into the mystery. To keep living life. To keep digging deeply into your own magic.

Or if you have someone like this in your life, learn from them, let them tap you into your own preciousness, your own light.

I believe we are all capable of magic and the only the difference in those “chosen ones” are their ability to tap into that magic and consciousness in this lifetime. But we all have the potential. 

Follow your path. Never let yourself get dim. We need your light. All of you.

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