WILD LOVE HOLY ISLAND, THE SERIES
How intuition led me to God

“Om Namah Shivaya” is a Hindu mantra I discovered for the first time from the book “I See Your Soul Mate” by Sue Frederick.
In the book, Sue suggested repeating that mantra and asking for a spirit guide for a soulmate in the dream.
If you know who I was before, you would think that I must be at the point of hopelessness to believe in such a thing.
Yes, I was heartbroken and lost, willing to try anything including chanting a mantra I had no clue what that meant.
One night, I took an overnight train to a tropical island in the south of Thailand where originated many more stories I am sharing and I named it, Wild Love Holy Island.
After everyone went to sleep, I sat in meditation, laid my back against the sleeping cubicle, and closed my eyes.
A train moved forward in a rhythmic swaying motion chanting its clackety-clanking sound and the occasional horned its blasts. I began to chant along.
Even though I knew nothing about that mantra and I judged myself for doing such a ridiculous thing, I couldn’t deny the sacredness that arose in that presence.
Before laying down to sleep, I prayed for a spirit to guide me toward my true love in my dream. That night I dreamed of big adventure, loving, intimacy, and fear.
Immediately as I woke up, I tried to recall all those dreams. What I found was an epic emptiness in my head.
Among a blurred memory, there was one piece of a dream I could hold on to. It was a dream of a single number.
Number 4
I reached out to Angel’s number cards I got as a gift from my friends, which I have never paid attention to until that day.
What does number 4 mean?
I read.
Your life is being guided by angels and you have been taken under their wing.
“Do you believe in Angels?”
I was never given a thought about it. I was raised by my father who was an engineer to the core. I became a practical person, who believed only in science and thing that could be provable. My ego was well strong as every step fold out the way I planned.
I had a blind belief that I knew the game of life and how to play it. Therefore I have never thought about something I could not see.
When my ex-lover left me without a warning sign, I realized doesn’t matter how I tried to control the outcome, it seemed to slip away.
My mind opened to the question what if the human was not the only one? and if there was something else who control of it all.
The train approached the station and we all moved along. I checked if my mobile phone worked but it didn’t give me a blink of life and I was not surprised.
I accidentally washed it with my clothes in the washing machine. Believe me, I didn’t intend to clean it that way but as if I was tested how far I could surrender.
I didn’t try to resist like I normally did instead I took the leap of faith and once in my lifetime to not rely on technology but to follow my intuition. The journey of following the guide from the divine began.
Somehow, everything flew, I was at the right place, at the right time, and met the right stranger whom I happened to trust. The old lady came to my distance and whispered with a sweet gentle smile.
“The bus is leaving soon. You should get ready now.”
I thanked her and took her advice immediately.
The bus arrives at the pier. As soon as everyone was on the ferry, it departed to the destination, Wild Love Holy Island.
Time passed by so fast as I got lost in my thought figuring out my dream of number 4. When I saw the island from afar, I let go of my thought and walked to the upper deck, watching the island getting closer.
It was a hot day but my body was shriving by a strong force I hardly described. All of a sudden a tremendous emotion raised, and tears were welling up in my eyes. The precious memories of my ex-lover came in and I could no longer hold up. I let it come through.
“I surrender. Please hold me tight and guide me.”
Praying to surrender was not something usual but the pain humbled me to the point that I kneed and asked for help.
At the pier, local people scream out of their lungs offering their services, taxis, boats, day trips, and so on. I felt overwhelmed not knowing what to do but not for long. A local middle age woman approached me out of nowhere.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To the town on the west,” I answered.
“A hippy-conscious community? Party people are heading toward the east,” she mentioned.
I knew exactly what she meant, this island is famous for its crazy wild party. I was here ten years back, drunk dancing, and had a one-night stand, beautiful from the outside, a big mess within.
But I would not guess that on the opposite side there was a conscious community where people searched for the meaning of life.
“I take you there. Come with me,” she said.
I nodded my head and followed. I normally do not trust people so easily, especially in an underdeveloped country around a tourist scene but I was there surrendering.
She took off and drove along the shoreline. As the wind and ocean mist touch my face, I felt healed.
“Where will you stay?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet.” I answered.
“I know a friend who has a bungalow. I can take you there.”
“Ok,” I answered.
A few mins later, she stopped by the street and parked her bike. Then she led me the way. I followed her across the narrow wooden bridge and we arrived on the white sand beach. The ocean breath kissed my face carrying away my tiredness.
“Hey what does that bring you here?”
A man I believed was the bungalow’s owner greeted my driver in the unique funny local Southern accent that sounded like a rapping song.
“Do you have a room available?” My driver asked while directing her hand over me.
He looked at me and replied.
“I just got one. Guests just checked out a few mins ago.”
He directed his hand towards the old wooden bungalow. My eyes were wide open when I saw the room and room number attached to the door.
It is room number FOUR.
A big wave of energy flushed through my body. My face numbed and my hands went cold. My heartbeat went slow and almost paused. The second felt like a minute, and the minute became an hour. I lost in my moment.
The wind wrapped around me with love and comfort like being held by someone or something I longed for. The great force I hardly described.
Without words to explain but only the realization, It was God.
I grew up in Buddhism where achieving enlightenment was the main focus. There is no acknowledgment of a supreme God but with a little dot connected to what God was, my soul remembered.
It was God who came to my dream and guided me till here, it was God who had all will and all that control. I faced up to the sky and asked internally for God to reveal His or Her presence.
The wind gently caressed my face, the birds sang a heavenly song, and the butterflies kissed the flowers. No answer that I could understand with the mind but my soul knew.
From that second on I was never alone again. The prayer was fulfilled. God has come into my life and I have found everlasting love.
Later, I learned the meaning of a Mantra, Om Namah Shivaya.
Om is the root of the word amen.
Namah means I bow.
Shiva is the God of destruction and knowledge
Aya means to.
When combining them, Om Namah Shivaya means I bow to God. I bow to God and God embraced me with love.
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