One of my many “new” re-births started in March 2016 when I went to Nepal with my ex-boyfriend and a friend of his who was from Finland which I had never met or spoken to before. I was (and still am) always up for an adventure, I have always loved the unknown, taking chances and just basically “going for it”. The thrill of the not knowing obviously scared me but it also gave (and still gives) me an adrenalin rush.
This beautiful soul and I dated for 6months, we booked a ticket to Nepal in early December 2015. On New Year’s eve eve we decided to cook a very tasteful Nepalese dish to get us in the spirit for our future travels, and also giving us an excuse to stay home and take a break from all the Christmas outings, then one day later… we broke up.
In the months of January and the beginning of February we kept our distance from chatting, which also includes meeting 😛. In the middle of February I decided to pluck up the courage and start talking to him again (we all know that first awkward “hi” after a break-up). This was my first time travelling outside of Europe and also my first time travelling to a third world country. I had many questions like what to bring for this trek (which I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into), what daily clothes to bring and so on. Obviously being a man, his answer was “Bring clothes and shoes, and buy a very good pair of walking shoes shan”
Ooo great thanks, clothes and shoes would have never thought of that 😛
So it’s my first time travelling outside of Europe, first time in a third world county, all I know is that I have to bring clothes and shoes. I’m going travelling for a month with my ex-boyfriend to which our conversations are very limited since the breakup is still fresh and we’re travelling with a friend of his who I had never met or spoken too before and on top of all that I had my friends and family (no judging here. I love them like I love travelling and not even death will do us part) telling me: “Don’t go. You are going to be miserable for a month and so far away from home” and the words go on and on.
My plane ticket was paid, the only answer I saw was “why not”.
Now I was an atheist. I stopped believing in God at the age of 9. (why I lost my faith is a story to be told another time)
So basically from the age of 9 my belief of a loving, creator who we call God died… until the age of 24, in Nepal.
To cut the long story short, whilst on my trek in Nepal… I think it was the 8th day, I felt this push coming from the inside of my body, it jolted me and I started to cry hysterically… but with joy, love and happiness. I couldn’t understand what was going on. I was literally just sitting down admiring the view and the efforts we had all just accomplished on our 7hour trek. I had the river flowing beneath me, eagles gliding their way through life near me, and all I could hear was the sound of nature and a voice which spoke to my gut not my head and said “Wake up. I AM here”
STEEP = STEPS
Now a few people have asked me: “But how do you know it was God not Buddha or someone else” because just as a parent knows the sound of their child and just as a mother animal knows the cries of her babies, I knew it was the sound of God.
To summarise my whole point of this blog:
1. We can get to know each other more
2. Whether your belief is the same as mine or not that is okay. I am not here to impose my beliefs on anyone. Whether you belief in the big bang, or Buddha, in nothing or just in yourself that is fine. I am here to help motivate you and to hopefully show you that little pinch of light, love and laughter when all you can see and feel is darkness.
3. We all have our own inspiration. Meeting and talking to God is mine. I hope that you find your inspiration, and if you have already don’t forget to keep working on it like any other relationship.
4. To know the actual truth about me and my writings and from where my real journey started.
Do two men walk together unless they have made an appointment?