The Journey of Surrender: Trusting the Path Within
About ten years ago, I lived on Salt Spring Island, BC, Canada, in a trailer on an organic farm by the ocean, with a bald eagle’s nest right above me. I call this time in my life my 'mystic era.' I spent most of my days in silence, meditating, accessing my Akashic records, fasting for long periods, and deep in contemplation. I was deeply in tune with the cycles of the moon, the ocean tides, and nature.
During this time, I began connecting with a profound wisdom within myself and forming relationships with my spiritual guides. I am not a religious person, and yet one of my guides is Jesus, who at that time, appeared in my meditations and taught me through stories. The story I’m about to share is one of those teachings. I saw myself walking with Jesus, and he guided me on this journey of trust and surrender. I hope you enjoy it, that it serves you, and that you gain wisdom from it.
I hope you enjoy it, that it serves you, and that you gain wisdom from it.
With love and care,
Sofia.
The Journey of Surrender: Trusting the Path Within
I was walking on land, guided by that infinite part of me, the one that knows all things. We reached the water's edge, where a small boat was waiting. My guide smiled and told me that this part of the journey I would have to take alone. With love in their eyes, they pushed the boat into the water, but there were no oars.
As the boat drifted into the ocean, I looked back and saw my guide still standing on the shore, smiling. The connection between us was undeniable, and I felt their love surrounding me. But as I turned towards the open sea, anxiety crept in. The land disappeared from sight, and soon, I found myself in the middle of vast waters, nowhere to go, and no control over the boat. A storm rolled in, and my fear intensified.
The storm raged, and I fought against it, but there came a moment when I realized I couldn’t control it. "If I die here, then I die," I thought. In that surrender, something changed. The waves began to calm, and the sun peeked through the clouds, shining brightly. I learned that every time I tried to control what I couldn’t, the storm would come. And every time I let go, focused on my breath, and surrendered to the moment, the storm would cease.
This happened over and over. Each time I panicked, a storm would come. Each time I surrendered, calmness returned. I became skilled at this practice, finding peace in surrender.
One day, I saw a light on the horizon. It was beautiful, and I felt a deep desire to reach it. But the more I longed for it, the more anxious I became, and once again, a storm arrived. I had to let go of my fixation on the light, return to my breath, and find peace in the moment. This cycle repeated many times.
Until one day, the light turned into a magnificent temple. I reached it and entered, walking through its stunning halls, until I found a tower with a spiral staircase. I began climbing, and at each turn, there were small windows offering views of the endless land below.
As I climbed, I started to feel impatient. The higher I went, the more I wanted to reach the top. I grew frustrated, wondered if I should turn back and return to my boat. Yet, I also longed to see the view from the top, so I continued, one step at a time.
The journey became difficult. At times, I felt stuck. I shouted, cried, and doubted myself. I even questioned why I was there. But then, I remembered the lesson of the storms—I returned to my breath. One step at a time, I kept going, until I no longer cared about reaching the top. I found peace in the act of climbing.
One morning, I saw the end of the staircase, but I wasn’t in a hurry anymore. I sat down, content with the journey itself, even if I never reached the top. I smiled and reflected on all that had passed. Then, when I was ready, I stood, took the final step, and opened the door.
Blinding light flooded in, and I heard a voice say, "You are seeing through the eyes of God." As my vision cleared, I saw the land below and myself on the journey—walking with my guide, drifting in the boat, climbing the staircase. The voice repeated, "Seeing through the eyes of God."
The lesson I learned was this: "The peace you seek is not found by reaching the destination, but by surrendering to the journey and trusting each step. When you let go, you see the world through the eyes of love."
If this story resonates with you and you feel called to explore deeper into your own journey, I invite you to connect with me for one-on-one coaching sessions. Together, we can dive into your inner wisdom and find clarity and peace on your path.
with love and care,
Sofia Martinez
