Stories

When I met Leas Maria she was around the age that I am now. I think about that a lot because I’ve found myself, in some ways, in similar circumstances. At the time we were both living  in Southern California. I found myself at a seminar of sorts put on by an Indian woman that many called Amma. She stared at me from across the room for too long and it started to unnerve me. I smiled and tried to be casual about it but I felt like a bug under a magnifying glass. When she finally crossed the room I thought she was going to tell me that I had something on my face. But instead she handed me a business card with her name and number and said, “Promise me you’ll call. There isn’t enough time to talk here but you MUST call me.” That was the beginning of the trajectory of my life changing. This woman would heal me so many times that I wouldn’t be alive without her. She was so patient. She knew things had to happen over time and I couldn’t be rushed. She did not attempt to tell me who I was or that we had known each other in other lifetimes many many times. She didn’t tell me who she really was. I wouldn’t have believed her until I remembered her myself. Every day, especially these days, I wish she was still here. The world was brighter when she was.