It whispers to me in my dreams, it appears in my visions as a Great Father, whispering: "It's time, my girl, I can't wait to see you."
This attraction is like a magnetic force—you can't resist it. Even if there is no logical reason, you’ll still end up there, if The Island beckons.
Well, I did have plenty of reasons to go there in the fall. First of all, I felt—with every fiber—that it was in mystical Ubud where I wanted to launch my course "Feminine". After all, that’s where the idea first came to me.
I missed the palms, the coconuts, the carefree surf life—for sure, but... something else pulled me more than anything: the meeting with the mystical Man whose image had been growing more vivid in my mind: tall, lean, broad-shouldered—not at all my type, but that didn’t matter. I felt that he would become a very significant person in my life.
I saw our energies twisting together in a unified spiral, lifting our consciousness far beyond the cosmos. I felt things I had never felt before—lightness, freedom, trust… and something else…
Sometimes I’d see my Inner Girl in those visions—tiny, vulnerable—cradled in his arms, nourished with love and endless care.
Day by day, the anticipation grew unbearable. Tickets booked, suitcases packed. I began burning bridges: cutting ties, letting go of old things, and everything that wouldn't serve me in the New Life I sensed waiting for me on Bali.
The decision to leave wasn’t easy. It meant facing the truth—that my family had fallen apart. My heart tore with pain, but my womb ached even more. The illness had grown dangerously close to the point of no return.