Hasita told us the story of the woman with no essence. She was a lonely woman. She was an empty woman. Her heart was filled with so much love but she was extremely sad. She forgot how to love and was left without words and completely misunderstood in the world. She could no longer take the pain she carried and threw herself off of the mountain. Hasita spent the evening telling us stories about those who have died on Makula and of the many people she has met who are in pain, suffering and hurting.
“So many people are sad and it takes a tremendous amount of focus and dedication to choose joy over sadness. The woman with no essence was beautiful and brilliant she just didn’t know all the amazing qualities she possessed. She was in a dark place. Where she was once so happy for those around her something changed. She was no longer supportive or happy for others. How could she be? There was nothing inside of her that felt happy for anyone especially herself. It wasn’t that she wished people ill intent she just could not give others what she believed she did not possess. And so her happiness was gone. Something in her essence disappeared. She had been sad for longer than she would like to admit. She walked in this world with no purpose or direction. She believed that everything she attempted she failed at. She tried to do her best always; yet nothing seemed to pay off for her. So she gave up. She didn’t want to feel… what did she give up on you ask—herself?”
What does this all mean? And who cares anyway. Do people really care?
REFLECTION
I prayed in the snow today… I laid on my back as the snow fell over me, around me and on top of me.
I prayed in the snow today and she whispered love to me
I prayed in the snow today and she was soft, gentle, the most beautiful sunrise caressing my face
I prayed in the snow today for a joy filled life – a life of happiness and peace
I prayed in the snow today for me, for you, for us, for understanding and for forgiveness
I prayed in the snow today for healing and blessings
I prayed in the snow today and she kissed me gently, held me close and smiled
During today’s trek I heard the whispers, “Don’t quit the fight!!!”
Yamuna looked at me and said, “The problem is that you are struggling, fighting, and forcing it to happen. You can’t fight the mountain. It isn’t a battle you will win. The mountain has been here longer than all of us. Breathe. Don’t quit. Don’t give up. Yes she is massive yet she is not against you. She wants you to succeed. She wants you to see the beauty of her structure. She is rooting for you. She wants you to arrive to the top victorious. She wants you to see all of her immense beauty. Don’t quit! The mountain holds many messages… there are many secrets… many people have died. Close your eyes – tell me what you see, can you hear the whispers in the wind… keep going… Don’t quit!”
Then I heard in the strong winds…
I left too soon.
I doubted myself…
I gave up…
She whispered…
Follow your heart.
Forgive.
Believe.
Trust…
Don’t give up!
Keep going…
TRUST!
This is the whisper that resonates the most—TRUST. These messages sent from my guardian angels that I hear in the winds. These reminders that there is a tremendous amount of trust that is required to succeed… trust in ones strength, trust in ones abilities and trust in something larger than ourselves. It is about trusting in something outside of ourselves.
I guess in my reflection I am asking myself. Alicia, what do you trust? Who do you trust? What have you placed your trust and faith in?
I am thinking about the woman with no essence how she was done waiting… so she found peace… because what she most wanted was peace… peace of spirit… peace of mind…
So today I am holding onto this peace and remembering to TRUST!
Thank you creator for this day—I am so grateful.
Namaste. And so it is. Aché
Sending you all love, light and wishes for miracles manifested.
Alicia
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Note to newcomers accepting the writing challenge! You can begin the challenge at any point. There is no right or wrong way to participate. You are not being graded or judged. This is a gift we are giving ourselves. So be gentle during this process. We are about to climb a mountain, YO! Remember that. Remember we must be present. Release all self-defeating thoughts. You can do this. I do want to remind the new climbers that no matter what day you decide to join the challenge please begin at the beginning. It’s important to prepare! Please remember to post your daily responses in my comments on my blog. Sending you all love. See you at the top of the mountain.
With all my love,
Alicia
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The Writer and The Story 
Day 8: Letter
We were all getting ready for our next climb. I went to check my email one last time before we left and found an email from my Cassie, except it was from my father! It read:
Dear Becky,
Cassie is okay. You don’t need to worry about her. She is like you. Independent. Feisty. Persistent. When you were little we didn’t recognize that. We were quick to say you was different, jodona and hard headed. Well, you are a little hard headed but dont be upset I said that, okay.
I just wanted to let you know everything is fine and I’m happy you like the journal. I did make sure it was brown. I know you like those colors. The browns, the greens and that weird blue. You like blue right? I like blue too. What color is the sky over there?
Be safe nena and I want you to climb the fastest so you get to the top first. Que Dios te Bendiga.
Papi
I starred at the screen. My second letter from my father ever (the first being the journal entry). It felt odd but it was also very exciting. I knew we were on our way. This relationship was on its way to the top. I mean I know we have a long way before we reach were we should be but I’m willing to go for the climb. There was so much mystery to him. I’m excited to figure them out.
At first, I wanted to pull out those old feelings. The guard. The shield. The fight, just in case he should say or do something that required the use of them but instead I just sat there. I ingested it. I ingested him. Fully. Completely. Gratefully.
Peter came over and saw my face and asked, “got good news? People always get good news right before they meet Asmita.” At that I snapped out of my love trance and looked up at him and said, “what?” I image I must have all looked wide eyed as he talked to me. So much mystery over this Asmita Thapa.
“At the next base you will meet Asmita Thapa. I will need to prepare you.”
“Prepare me?” I asked.
“Yes, prepare.”
Reflection
My father was not a man of technology. The image of him typing tickled me. I’m thinking, he spoke and Cassie typed. What a duo. I love it. I imagine Cassie feeling important that Papi needed her. I wish I knew what that felt like, for Papi to need me, not avoid me.
I reread the note like five times and realized Papi did not understand the magnitude of this climb. He had no idea how big it is or how dangerous it is. His climbing wish for me is so playful. This alone made my heart swell. This is why he is so wonderful. He is so innocent. So like a child at times.
Turquoise. That’s that weird blue he was talking about. Lol. My heart swells.
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I wish I knew what it felt like to be needed…. Feeling important to him…. I want to know more here…. Lovely
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I am inspired beyond thank you joining you now on the climb!
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Let’s climb. Can’t wait to see you. Travel light. ♥
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Just wonderful. I loved it all but in particular, the thoughts about trust. Peace.
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Thank you.
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