{"id":1638,"date":"2017-07-11T16:40:51","date_gmt":"2017-07-11T16:40:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brittanypolicastro.com\/?p=1638"},"modified":"2017-07-13T19:04:11","modified_gmt":"2017-07-13T19:04:11","slug":"i-dont-share-this-story-often-because-i-dont-want-to-freak-people-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brittanypolicastro.com\/2017\/07\/11\/i-dont-share-this-story-often-because-i-dont-want-to-freak-people-out\/","title":{"rendered":"I Don&#8217;t Share This Story Often Because I Don&#8217;t Want to Freak People Out&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><span style=\"font-size: 18pt;\">I am currently spending time with a man who isn&#8217;t familiar with the magical creature that is me.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>The kind of woman who uses words and phrases like &#8220;grounded,&#8221; holding space,&#8221; &#8220;triggered,&#8221; &#8220;magical&#8221; and staying in my power&#8221; all the time.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;t they&#8217;ve been around me for so long that it doesn&#8217;t phase them.<\/p>\n<p>To be around someone who is delighted and intrigued and mystified by it is new for me.<\/p>\n<p>As a result I need to make sure I don&#8217;t try to contain or dim it. Because that doesn&#8217;t help anyone.<\/p>\n<p>But it reminds me of a very powerful experience I had in 2010. One may even call it a defining experience&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>Later on I went hiking to see my favorite tree (the one tattooed on my arm). Back then I wasn&#8217;t that familiar with how to get to it so it was always a tiny miracle when I found it.<\/p>\n<p>But I was running out of time and suddenly didn&#8217;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&#8217;s chair-like trunk and felt unwelcomed.<\/p>\n<p>I quickly left and kept walking only to discover that wasn&#8217;t my tree. My tree was up ahead and when I discovered her I became filled with so much joy.<\/p>\n<p>I started shouting,\u00a0<em>I didn&#8217;t know where you were!! It&#8217;s you! It&#8217;s you!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>If<\/em> anyone would have stumbled across me they would have thought I lost my mind. And in some ways I had.<\/p>\n<p>Shortly after, tears sprung to my eyes as I sat in her nurturing trunk overlooking the water.<\/p>\n<p>I felt the deepest sense of love I had ever felt. It poured out of me. I just sat there and let it.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;s special glow.<\/p>\n<p>After the show we went to a local Ethiopian bar where magic always seems to find me. That night was no different.<\/p>\n<p>While I stood there, most likely with a glass of water in my hand, a man started cleaning up around me.<\/p>\n<p>He was a white man with long blonde hair and a smile that seemed to penetrate my skin.<\/p>\n<p>I felt compelled to speak to him so I asked, D<em>o you work here?\u00a0<\/em>It sure seemed like he did.<\/p>\n<p>He replied,\u00a0<em>I work everywhere.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Then he went on to say,\u00a0<em>You are beautiful and that beauty runs deep.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>He promptly came back over to me and said,<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"font-size: 18pt;\"> <em>You are the chosen one. I love you and you love me and we love the world. Don&#8217;t you ever forget it.<\/em><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I stared at him with a mix of confusion, awe, love and certainty. I replied,\u00a0<em>I won&#8217;t.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And then he walked away, seemed to disappear and I never saw him again.<\/p>\n<p>The days that followed that encounter freaked me out. I wondered what it meant, what responsibilities I held as a result.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;s all it meant.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;t true.<\/p>\n<p>I know I am special. I know I am different. I know I am magical. I know I am very powerful.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t deny that because I don&#8217;t want to look like a conceited asshole. But also I realize that there are other&#8217;s like me. I&#8217;m not the only one.<\/p>\n<p>That message I received over 7 years ago was real. There is no doubt in my mind. And it&#8217;s not the only time I met someone whom I believe could have very well been an angel.<\/p>\n<p>And I know some of you are reading this and shaking your heads up and down so fiercely.<\/p>\n<p>I know you get me. I know you are me.<\/p>\n<p>I also know there may be some of you that are rolling your eyes right now.<\/p>\n<p>There is actually room for all of us.<\/p>\n<p>So what does it all mean? If you feel like you are different, a &#8220;chosen one&#8221; so to speak, what do you do?<\/p>\n<p>The only answer I have is to keep diving into the mystery. To keep living life. To keep digging deeply into your own magic.<\/p>\n<p>Or if you have someone like this in your life, learn from them, let them tap you into your own preciousness, your own light.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"font-size: 18pt;\"><em>I believe we are all capable of magic and the only the difference in those &#8220;chosen ones&#8221; are their ability to tap into that magic and consciousness in this lifetime. But we all have the potential.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Follow your path. Never let yourself get dim. We need your light. All of you.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Be a part of the movement!! 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