Enter the Heart.

Via on Mar 20, 2012
Flower Market, Little India District, Singapore

Enter the heart, it was inside of us all along.

There has got to be a tasty Indian restaurant somewhere.

I had the most delicious masala chai in Singapore when I last went for my visa. There is a Little India district there. I spent nearly 5 hours roaming around the streets, taking in the scent of incense and kumkum, playing with as many cymbals and bowls as I could, running my fingertips along the fibers of the rich and exuberant colored fabrics and feeling as if I were stepping one foot closer to the Mother Land. India, I’m almost there.

These past few days have been revelatory to say the least. I think it’s so interesting how and when our eyes decide to open.

My friend just moved back to Germany. She’s a surfer yogi chick who was here teaching a Teacher Training in Ubud. We only hung out twice, maybe three times—but it was one of those connections where you don’t have to spend a lot of time together to acknowledge the mutual love and respect. Our souls had already acknowledged and seen one another.

She came to my meditation class before she left and we were able to spend some time together. We both opened our eyes after about an hour or so with them closed.


We both smile.

We sat there in silence for a while, staring at each other.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Hmm. I feel worried about your sniffles.”

We talk a little a bit about mold from the rain, lungs and coughing.

“Now I’m feeling extremely grateful that we can share something we both love so much and come together in this way.”

We hug.

It was a really beautiful moment. I feel so honored and humbled with so much immense, deep gratitude to be amongst those with whom we share a love for the Divine. It is a sacred and special place, a unique and treasured relationship—to be a part of that in even just the slightest way is truly the highest privilege.

The Mayapuris

Om Namah Shivaya ~ Whenever I drive my motorbike, I listen to music before I get to my next destination. Lately it’s been a lot of the Mayapuris. Music is so powerful because it has the ability to take the listener to another state of reality.

The thing about being a good listener is you’ve got to be a good receiver.

Music with mantra is even more powerful because it elevates your vibration as these ancient tones enter the eardrum and into the cave of the heart. It’s magic in the sense that when the music turns off, it’s still inside you. See, magic is real. And if you were singing along, it’s even more deeply embedded into the fibers of your being.

In my days when I used to work as a stylist in the fashion industry and was a singer in a band (can you see me in that life?), one night my friends and I smoked a bunch of ganja (this was years and years ago, when I used to still smoke pot) and turned on Pink Floyd’s film Live at Pompeii.

Have you experienced Live at Pompeii?! They made this film in 1972, performing six songs in the amphitheater in Pompeii, Italy. The played in the center of the Roman ruin using studio-quality 24-track recorders without a live audience. Imagine that! If you’re a fan you must watch, listen and feel! I fell asleep while in it, but they took me so far out (and by out, I mean in) that when I finally woke up the next morning, I was still there. Music! Jaya! Jaya!

Anyway, I had just gotten off my bike, walking to my work, about to teach a class singing and dancing to Hara Hara Mahadeva Om Namah Shivaya, from the kirtan bliss of Jai Uttal. One of the girls from reception was out front. We twirled, we danced, we frolicked and sang Om Namah Shivaya together.

“You look so happy,” she said.

“I am so happy,” I reply

“What happened?”

“I’m chanting. Chanting makes me happy.”

“I thought you found a new boyfriend.”


She looks into my eyes.

“God God God,” we chant, “Shanti Shanti Shanti.”

Om Namah Shivaya.

Still image from Live at Pompeii, Pink Floyd

I open my eyes every morning and wake up trippin’ out. I’m in Bali. I made it. I’m here. I sit in front on my altar to sit for meditation and give thanks for the day, give thanks for my heart, give thanks for the opportunity to serve the teachings in this way.

“It’s kind of like we’re on a treasure hunt and one piece is revealed, then the next clue, then the next clue, then the next clue…and what we’re all looking for is right here all along, but just to make it interesting, we have to go on this journey, you know?” said by yogi, teacher, healer, with whom I have much reverence and respect for, Saul David Raye.

ॐ Enter the heart. It was inside of us all along.ॐ


Editor: Kate Bartolotta


About Chloe Park

Chloe Park is an Artist, Spiritual Teacher, Yoga and Meditation Instructor, Holistic Healing Practitioner, Life Coach, Women's Empowerment Leader, Social Change Activist and Ethnobotanist. A traveling Healer and Teacher, she roams the Earth to share her message: unconditional love, self-healing and awakening. She uses the medium of writing, holistic healing, medicinal plants, yoga and meditation to help all those along the Path to attain harmony with mind, body and spirit. She is devoted to facilitating the space for Healing, Love and Truth and is passionate about bringing ancient practices and traditions into the modern times we live. Her intention with her writing is to offer Q&A for all those who are engaged in the dialogue. Chloe also writes for MindBodyGreen, Healthline, WorldLifestyle, and Yahoo Shine!. To stay connected with her current projects, retreats, teachings and traveling schedule, find her on Facebook: www.facebook.com/chloeparkhealing or visit her website: www.chloeparkhealing.com. Spiritual counseling and life coaching sessions with Chloe are available via Skype. May we all wake up together. ॐ


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