When I was just two years old, I had a recurring dream that I was a Tibetan monk who died on a bridge just as described in the story in the book Chaos to Clarity. I had the same dream every night for a year. My parents were so worried as I woke up every night screaming. They took me to specialists until one doctor told them I was too hot, they took my blankets and clothes off and the dream stopped. Then some months before my mom passed away she told me about a meeting she had with a Maori elder in an orchard when she was just 16 and the information she was given about my past lives and future which matched the dream I had at the age of 2. She said she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to be influenced by such a powerful prophecy and wanted me to live my life freely. She was scared I would leave her and become a monk! I gave mom the pearl I had received from the heart of the statue of the Goddess of Compassion, Guan Yin Avalokiteshvara, that is central to this story and it disappeared not long after.

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