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Location: tourbiland, at the foot of Pikes Peak, USA
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A Gradual Awakening
Allison Sodha
Two years ago, I had dreams. I desired a happy marriage, financial freedom, a healthier body, and my own business. On the outside, it looked like I had a perfect life. I was twenty-four, married, lived in a beautiful condo, owned a nice car, and traveled extensively.
On the inside, I was crying for change. My marriage was dissolving. I was overweight. I hated my job and was in financial debt. For me, stating my imperfections out loud was unacceptable; it would have been expressing my failures. And I, Allison Marie, would never show my failures.
Ironically, I was taught just the opposite. My parents always encouraged me to express myself, find my path, and listen to my heart. My mother, a meditation instructor, would often discuss the process of creating our own reality. Since I was young, I often heard, “Where thought goes, energy flows.” Even when I attended seminars with her at the Chopra Center, I believed the spiritual reality, but jumbled its meaning to fit my own agenda. I had all the ingredients for a blissful life, but instead made a deliciously unhealthy concoction.
And then I went to India. My friend Laurel and I were taking an eight-day tour of the Golden Triangle. It was only meant to be a vacation, but my life was forever changed.
It started as soon as we landed in Delhi. The airline had lost my luggage, and when we arrived at the hotel, we learned that there was no hotel room available.
Opportunity is often shrouded in misfortune.
Misfortune: Because we had no hotel room, Laurel and I were forced to wait in the hotel lobby for three hours until our room was ready. We were hungry, tired, and jet-lagged.
Opportunity: Parth was a travel associate who worked for the company that locally operated our tour. He kindly waited and conversed with us in the lobby until our room was ready at 5:00 am.
We said good-bye that night. As I was in the elevator, I turned to Laurel and said, “I don’t want to leave him.” I found out later that as Parth was leaving the hotel, he turned to his associate and said, “I wish I didn’t have to leave her.”
Two days later in Agra, I vomited nine times in two hours, prompting Laurel to call a doctor. The diagnosis: food poisoning. It was completely surreal to be doubled over in a hotel room with a beautiful view of the Taj Mahal, an IV in my left arm, and a nurse holding my hair above the bucket. However, this moment of infirmity was also one of clarity. In addition to last night’s dinner, I felt as if something else was being released from my system: my past. To this day, my mother concludes it was not tandoori chicken that caused my illness, but a release of emotional toxicity.
After Agra, my perceptions of reality changed. I woke up and screamed out loud about what I wanted my life to be. I wanted everything, and for the first time I really realized it was in my power to co-create with the Universe. And so I did.
I visualized everything: a joyful and passionate relationship, owning my own business, and getting out of debt. I visualized the happy Allison I used to be, the one hidden under my temporary identity. I also became proactive: I filed for divorce, moved across the country, and worked with my parents toward paying down my debts. It was the scariest and most fulfilling time of my life.
And then there was Parth.
After eighteen months of e-mails, daily phone calls, three more trips to India, and a proposal, Parth relocated from India to be with me. We were married in February 2007. He possesses every quality I was dreaming a partner could have, and his love is truly piercing and unconditional.
So, life does take form when you believe. I didn’t realize I was practicing the Law of Attraction until my family became obsessed with this little movie called The Secret. “Watch it,” my mother said. “It will change your life.”
And it did. Since my initial trip to India, I rediscovered unconditional love, started my own business, was published as a freelance journalist, became physically healthy, and am on my way toward financial freedom. The irony? None of it happened as I pictured it. But I believed in it, and that was enough.
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