My Purpose of Life…
The world appeared as a nasty, chaotic, and despicable place where people had to find their way in life to survive, where trusting in somebody, even oneself, was something strange. A jungle of misunderstanding and confusion.
I was lost, looking for something that I could enjoy doing, but nothing really inspired me. Nothing made a genuine sense in my life. I could only say to myself: Do something! Do not stop, even if it is not what you like to do the most; do something that you like, if even a little bit, and someday you will find the purpose of life.
As most people, I asked myself the common existential questions, Who am I? Why do I have to live? Where am I going? … But nothing! I didn’t get any answers, just theories for the mind. Theories and more theories… yet I understood nothing. To me life seemed quite boring and senseless.
Suddenly, I started dreaming with the image of an eastern man, that was increasingly insistent. The only thing I could recall was: “…weekend training course…” I wasn’t able to make sense of that. I remember my pride resonating inside me and telling me: “Of course! I will go to a weekend training course because a dream is telling me to. That’s crazy!” I kept dreaming the same dream. Even during the day, the same image of Mr. Eastern appeared as a hologram suspended to my left. I didn’t tell anybody anything of what I was living, all of it was crazy!
After two weeks the same was happening, during the night dreaming with the image of Mr. Eastern, and along the day with the hologram suspended to my left. Till one day one client, a little embarrassed, told me something, asking me not to take him for a madman. He have been dreaming for a week that I had to make acquaintance with a friend of him, that had come from India, and that was giving a weekend training course.
Could you even imagine my face at that moment! It was a thing of once-in-a-lifetime. Wonder and confusion took over me. I couldn’t help but saying yes, and at the same moment we made the arrangements to jump into the adventure.
The expected day came, we took the train, heading Cáceres (a town at the west of Spain), to the house of Yoel and Alaya. It was a long and exciting sixteen-hour journey.
The training started, it was a workshop on Pranic Healing. I soon felt that that was my place. They told us about how the energy works in our bodies, what the aura is, the chakras and what to do to favor our lives. My existential questions started to be answered, I was trembling with an unusual happiness, not experienced ever before.
After two hours of training, one surprising thing happened. During the break I was able to take a look at the basic book of Pranic Healing. To my surprise, Mr. Eastern, the man which appeared on my dreams, was Master Choa Kok Sui, the one who had written that book and created that body of knowledge.
I had an unusual sensation, an inner strength aligning me from the inside; as if all of me became centered and whole and knew that that was the path of my life, that that was the purpose of my existence and that walking that path I will manage to uncover all that I was looking for. I had no doubt, it was and continues being my purpose of life.
That’s how Master Choa Kok Sui came to my life and transform it. That’s how my master communicated with me; it may be that this was the easiest way for me. How else could I have arrived to something so far from my reality at that moment?
Each of us have different ways of doing and different abilities, so that through them our masters make contact and pass on their teachings. May be you will also receive them; through your dreams or may be through this same article or through a video or act in the name of Pranic Healing. There are as many ways and paths for the master to reach us as people are in the way.
Open to the communication with your master so that you can be guided across the jungle of life. The Master arrives when the disciple is ready.