Why and how I began my mindfulness journey.

The very beginning.

When I was fifteen years old, I remember getting lost in the search engine rabbit hole and coming across an article about meditation.

I remember being so drawn to it that I couldn’t stop reading it. 

It even had a description of “how to meditate.” I wanted to give it a go!

And one thing I distinctively remember is being terrified.

I remember I had this picture in my head of me being tied to a rope that kept me attached to the Earth. And, through meditation, the rope would be cut, and I’d float away into the vast darkness of the Universe.

(I’ve never told that to anyone before, so allow me a second to feel the weirdness of telling you this story!).

Okay, moving on! I decided I’d tried it anyway. 

I remember I was supposed to focus on every single part of my body, doing a scan, until I made it to my crown.

And at that moment, I needed to visualize a white light coming into my body through my crown and filling it up entirely with it. 

It felt so peaceful that I did it every night before falling asleep.

Sometimes I would fall asleep while in the middle of the process.

I never told a soul about this. It was my own little moment. Private, just for me.

You see, growing up in the Catholic faith (and in the Latin American culture), anything you did that wasn’t “church-approved” felt like heresy. 

You probably understand what I mean if you grew up in a conservative culture.

But in my teens, I started to see and mostly “feel” things. 

I would often predict how things would go and hit the nail right on the head every time!

So much so that my friends called me ‘the witch.’ And would always come to me to ask about the outcome of whatever was going on in their lives.

Meditation was the first time I tapped into that awareness. 

And it was the beginning of consciously working on my gifts and developing them. 

The 20s revolution.

Fast-forward to 2010: at 22, I embarked on the craziest adventure I had been on yet: I moved to the Middle East to travel the world as a flight attendant.

And this opened up my mind to so many cultures that it just seemed unreal!

It also introduced me to friends I probably would have never hung out with had I stayed in my home country.

Unsurprisingly, one of these friends invited me to a meditation class with her. 

And the rest was history.

I started going as much as possible. I started getting into different mindfulness practices, trying them all with an open mind and fearlessly.

It was truly the beginning of something special.

Later, I got my first-level Reiki certification and tried energy healing for the first time.

And this is when it all blew up!

A soul’s true purpose.

My friends and family will attest to this: I practiced energy healing on everyone that came my way. I even made my 80-year-old Catholic grandparents meditate with me. It was all so magical. 

Mostly because I was getting people interested in mindfulness. People I never thought would be interested. They’d work with me and report to actually feel better afterwards.

And so, by moving their energy, mine started moving too.

But fear crept back up again, and my healing efforts came to a full stop.

You see, I’ve always been so close to my grandparents. So when my grandpa got sick and refused to eat, I decided to try my first distance reiki healing session and help him eat again.

I concentrated all my energy and love and sent it his way the way I was taught. 

And it worked. 

My grandfather started eating, and I kept the secret of what I’d done. I was thrilled, but like I said: fear crept back up. And I became scared.

I can’t explain it, but I remember feeling paralized because I’d seen so many changes in all the people I had been working with. 

And even if the changes were positive, it was still frightening.

I didn’t know what it was then, but I know it now: fear of stepping into my soul’s true purpose.

My mission on Earth. 

I know in my heart that my purpose in life is to help others. 

Help them feel better, help them feel confident. Help them connect their mind, bodies, and souls to find true alignment and happiness within themselves.

And learning that was too much for me to comprehend at that moment. 

But I needed to be afraid. 

I needed to feel the resistance. I needed to feel the fear.

And I needed to step away from mindfulness, just like I needed to lose my job in 2020 so that I would become a business owner. Because this would allow me to move to Bali to soul-search and dig out that soul purpose one more time.

All in divine time, all in true alignment.

The takeaway.

So here’s the message I want to share through my story:

Trust yourself, trust your journey, and trust that everything happens because it’s meant to.

Whatever happens, you’ll end up where you need to be.

Let fear go, friend. You’re going to be just fine.