A few days ago, I learned about our Reunion of Angel Teachers. Instinctively, I knew I had to come. The gathering was in Dharamsala, a sacred land of the Dalai Lama and the mountains. Mother Earth has been reaching out to me through the Apus (mountains) for the past few months, and here, that call became undeniable.
Ever since I came to the mountains, I’ve realized how truly insignificant I am in the grand scheme of things.
We are here as a group of Angel Teachers and Master Teachers — Unicorns, Dragons, Golden Age, Ascension, Angels. All my life I’ve been the one who takes charge, who organizes, who makes sure things happen. This time, I found myself simply being cared for by not having to organize or control anything. Just being silently present, part of it all.
I came with a sense of adventure — to explore myself and to connect with others. It has been years, almost never, that I’ve attended any reunion or gathering with my peers.
Yesterday, when I met Diana Cooper, the way I experienced her was extraordinary. Such inspiration. The love, warmth, and genuineness with which she met everyone reminded me of Mama Juanita, the Shaman who guided me through my Ayahuasca ceremonies. Both of them radiate pure love.
Being with other teachers has also been such a gift. In conversation with my community, I realized a difficult truth: my judgment separates me from my peers. I expect people who are in service to others to be doing their inner work. Yet here I was — judging, expecting, while still operating from the same ego I wished others would drop.
I saw too that service is service, in whatever form it takes. Even work done with perfection paralysis is still work. And work not done, in the guise of “better work,” is still work not done. Sometimes I hold expectations — from myself and others — to “step up,” but those who simply start, however imperfectly, are contributing in the way they can. Each human is like a cog in a machine — each part matters. If one part doesn’t function, the whole machine falters. In truth, if I am not doing my part fully, I too am disrupting the flow. Instead of pointing out what others should be doing, I need to focus on how I am doing my part — with integrity, devotion, and humility. That is what brings harmony to the whole.
At night, I return to my room and sit outside with the mountains. They whisper: Admit you are nothing. I have said this before, but even in that acceptance, there was ego. Now the mountains remind me of what Ayahuasca taught me three years ago: You are nothing.
And when you truly bow down, when you surrender fully, something shifts. You finally understand. When you are nothing, you become everything.
That night, the words “You are nothing” echoed through me again and again. They stayed with me until morning, almost like a chant vibrating in my bones. With the first light, I woke up and went for a walk, the mountains still whispering, the flowers and the silence blessing me with their presence.
I have long felt connected to stones — they rest on my altar — but here, I truly connect with the plant kingdom. I cried as I asked for help from the plants to heal me & Support me. And be delicate, these flowers. And then to the mountains to . Help me accept myself, so I may serve in the truest sense. Teach me to surrender and to embrace that I am nothing.
Invitation for You
As you read this, I invite you to pause for a moment. Listen closely — what are the mountains, the trees, or the silence around you whispering to you today?