Blog Entry 16 * 5-17-22
I can feel my attachment to things decreasing almost daily. The more I travel, the more I let go. It's not a forced detachment—it feels natural, like old skin gently shedding.
Last night, something deeply beautiful happened. I’m not sure if it was a dream or a meditation, but I found myself in a luminous garden with Krishna. The space was vibrant and alive, filled with soft light and colors that felt more like emotions than sights. And there, in the midst of it all, I hugged Him.
It was one of the most incredible feelings I’ve ever experienced. That embrace wasn’t just physical—it was soul to Soul. It felt like being welcomed home, like all the wandering and seeking paused in that one eternal moment of love.
I wonder if that vision was connected to the spot I chose to stop for the night. It was a wide open place on the side of a remote road—seemingly nowhere special—but it held something sacred. On one side, a river flowed gently; on the other, a waterfall whispered down rocks. The air there was different. Softer. Quiet in a way that spoke directly to the heart. The whole area carried a peaceful, almost enchanted presence.
As I lay there in my little hobo van, listening to the river and waterfall, I was struck by a deep truth: I didn’t need a house. I didn’t need an RV or anything fancy. I didn’t need much of anything. I had Krishna in my heart, and I had the sky, the water, the trees. That was more than enough. That was freedom.
It felt like one more step in surrender, in simplicity, and in trust. Just stopping by the side of the road for the night became its own kind of temple. Krishna met me there—not in a building or a ritual, but in the quiet joy of being unattached, open, and present.
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