Attitude is Everything

They locked me in a small white room with a glass door, no windows, two airport benches and thankfully a toilet. But I am not really registering any of it. I am still trying to process what just happened. 

Just a few hours before, I had arrived at the airport in Cartagena, Colombia, wrecked from the almost 3 days of traveling to get there from Hawaii. I was so happy I made it, until I arrived at customs. 

Lines were endless now that everybody was being double checked because of the Covid Pandemic. I was not worried though. I’d done my research and knew Colombia only needed a negative test, and I had one.

When it was my turn at customs, I handed over my negative covid test and looked at the officer expectantly. He returned the look and asked for my vaccination card. Turns out, Colombia had recently changed its policy and now required such a card upon entrance... which I clearly did not have. Right, now what?

About to land in Cartagena, Colombia

On a Quest

First, they tried to ship me back to where I came from. But because of Covid, I had already overstayed my Esta (permission to pass through the US for EU people), so the US denied my entrance. 

Now nobody knew what to do with me. They couldn’t send me back; I could not fly on to another destination; and I had spent all my money on prebooking flights and accommodations for the trip. So they locked me up in airport jail.

As I sat on the hard benches I didn’t know what to think. I was laughing out loud at the absurdity of it all. Really all I could do was fully surrender. It immediately shifted my perspective to one of adventure and all of a sudden I was on a quest. I never once felt unsafe or fearful and knew this was serving me on a deeper level.

As luck would have it, I had the best helpline to call upon to figure out the quest. Just a few months before, I had met my new teacher Tallulah in Hawaii (now my dear friend and business partner). I called her, and with her coaching we figured out the inner work that was needed to shift this situation. 

Traveling to the Amazon in Inner Space

Because I was trapped in this white box, it gave me the opportunity to go deep into inner space. In meditation I connected with shamanic tribes far out in the jungle. They taught me practices, tools and a few of their ancient rites. They thought I was from the spirit realm, because they had no idea how I appeared to them out of nowhere. Then the spirit of the Jaguar stepped forward, known for navigating between the physical and spirit world. It helped me see beyond the appearance of the situation and into the real reasons I was there. 

When checking in with Tallulah she received a message for me: “Your allies are everywhere, let them help you.” So I kept attuning to the best possible outcome, practicing the ascension attitudes of surrendered trust and hope. 

Meanwhile two older businessmen from New York had had the same issue at customs and were now stuck in limbo with me. They were complaining about their treatment by the personnel and were pacing around the room, angrily calling their friends. 

As I sat there cross legged on the bench opposite, feeling serene and fulfilled after my last meditation, I was amazed at how much of a difference one’s attitude makes. 

My roommates offered me their suitjackets to sleep under.

Allies are everywhere

We got to talking. When I shared my perspective with the one closest to me, he looked at me intrigued and said: “Gunfire could erupt around us and you would still notice the flowers”. I laughed because it would probably be true.

As Americans, they would be on the next flight back in the morning. The one I’d talked to was fidgeting and said he was hesitant to leave me alone in such a dangerous country and offered to pay for my flight. 

I was shocked and hesitated for a long while, because it was quite the gift. And it would also mean I had to cut my travels short. Then I remembered Tallulah’s message: let your allies help you. So I accepted and he sighed relieved.

The last test

Then came the next challenge. In order to leave the country they wanted me to do another test. In the night I’d started feeling feverish and got scared I would test positive and they would not let me leave. I went back into my heartspace surrendering to every outcome, but vibrating the highest frequency my cells could maintain. 

A nervous woman, fully dressed in a plastic hazmat suit, came into the room. She reluctantly stuck the cotton swab up my nose and when she turned around she dropped the swab! She tried to shield it off with her body, thinking I might not see. I bit my lip to stop from laughing out loud. She put on a face, pretended nothing happened and left. 

For hours I waited for the results, slightly anxious not knowing if I could make the flight that evening. All I could do was be okay with every outcome and hope for the best. I made myself comfortable again, finished the movie I had started on the plane and waited. 

Suddenly they came, directed me to pack my things swiftly and follow them. I assumed I would be flying, but no-one had confirmed the test was negative. It was the last thing I needed to leave. Just minutes before boarding they showed me the negative test. Finally, after 48 hrs detainment and 5 days of traveling, I was going home.

On the flight back I repeatedly chuckled to myself. Until this day, I don’t know if they faked the test to get rid of me or that it really was negative or not. All I know is, everything worked out in my favor. The ascension attitudes had gotten me home.