Time stopped under the Himalayan mountains
“When Kali shatters you into pieces, She does not destroy you—she strips away the illusions that keep you from Love. In her fire, you do not perish; you are reborn into truth. She unravels you, until only Love Remains”
Before any major journey, I always consult my intuition—my higher self. I ask for all obstacles to be removed and imagine having an extra €100,000 in my bank account, just to feel financially secure in my decision. My little Delulu Delusions that help me. When I receive an inner confirmation, I decide—and I go.
This time, India called me. As I explored its sacred sites, I felt a powerful pull toward Rudraprayag—a place known for its deep spiritual vibration and connection to the yogic tradition. And so, I embarked on this journey, seeking knowledge, experiencing ancient practices, and finding my answer to the question:
Does he Love Me, will I ever be Loved?
this was the silly question at that Time, explained further more, we can expand the question in: how to learn your own energy, or Who d heck I am? alone and with my Lover…
As with all that follows such a transformation, it was never truly my choice—it was my soul’s choice. I simply resisted until it started to hurt so much, that I had no other choice to slowly allow, step by step, the transformation, the change, as Swami Sivananda will say, Little by Little.
Oh how it Hurts to be separated……….
When she calls you, you need to answer.
I believe we are being initiated now—sometimes randomly, by chance, by one another, or through the rare few lucky enough to undergo profound training in the Actual Existing ancient Mystery Schools.
Here is what happened to me. And I hope, You, Divine Reader, might find answers and energy alignments of your own in these words.
The Call of Goddess Kali
When she calls, you need to answer.
I did. And in my walking anxiety, I forgot to apply for my visa for the trip to the Himalayan Mountains of India. The call of Goddess Kali—she wanted me to come closer to the path of love. At that time, I knew I needed to make a change. A real one. To step onto a new path—out of the job I had been working at for years in reception, out of broken relationships, poor health, financial struggle, and, most of all, my fractured relationship with myself and with existence.
All of it needed to be reborn.
I had been deeply deluded, caught in an artificial matrix—until one day, bam.
Fuck it.
(PS: I’m still a little deluded. Let’s be honest.)
But my inner voice was clear—it told me: ˝this life, this way of living, IT WILL NOT work in the long run˝.
And after my awakening experience happened, there was no going back.
The energies that come with awakening are powerful. So powerful that you almost don’t want to deal with the real world anymore. You just want to stay up there—in the clouds, in the bliss, in the high vibes.
But the world doesn’t work like that. We can’t hide.
So I found myself caught between the beauty of awakening, and the resistance to everyday life. Worries took over, and my aversion to bureaucracy ran deep. I ignored official procedures whenever I could—just like my unrequited lover ignored me.
Kali Ma, I bow to you.
I figured that, IF I went to study yoga in the Himalayan Mountains, something—anything—would have to change.
And so…
Three days before my flight, my mother reminded me: Have you arranged your visa? My ears perked up, and my heart started pounding. I had no visa. Panic. Fear. My mother always treated me like she knew better (I hate this, cause I know better 🙂 ), subject to her concerns—and this time, she was right!
My plan was simple: upon landing in Delhi, I would join a group of yogis, and a bus would take us to Rudraprayag, where we would stay for one month, devoted to spiritual practices in my Sivananda Yoga lineage. But now everything was in question. Would I even be able to enter India?
I won’t even mention the fierce battle I fought for this vacation. In my 9-to-5 job, getting more than 14 days off at once, was nearly impossible. I fought like a lion and finally secured an entire month. Can you imagine the embarrassment of fighting like a lion and winning, but then forgetting to apply FOR A visa?
With a heavy heart, I tackled the process on the last day. Why I forgot? I was thinking I knew all the rules. In my mind, visas were issued within 12 hours—just like in European countries. But India operates on a different timeline. Indian time flows by its own rules. And here she appeared—Kali Ma. I bow to you, Divine One. You know people say there is no time, etc., SHE IS TIME HERSELF, Her Majesty, I bow to you.
Visa processing time? Five days. Five days! Kaliii maaa what are you doing? 🙂
My flight itinerary: Venice to Frankfurt, then to Dubai, and finally to Delhi. But without a visa, I couldn’t even check in. My bags were packed, and I lay awake, waiting for a miracle.
At 3 AM, the day of departure, utterly exhausted, I received the message: Approved—entry to India confirmed! The Swami, who I called the day before, and explained him the situation, the possibility me not arriving there, said with no worry at all: ˝Maybe you are LUCKY˝ He was right. What a start to the adventure! I did not sleep.
At 5 AM, my mother picked me up. We rushed to print my visa—India requires paperwork. Then, of all places, we stopped at a casino (don’t ask, my mother was so smart to remember that casinos are open that early, and that they have printers, bravo mama), and finally… the airport. We fight as usual. She cannot understand how come I am so irresponsible in normal human things, such as paperwork, money, etc., and I do not understand how come she cannot see the importance and magnitude in human existence to follow the Inner Guidance. Skipping forward seven years, you need both. Kali again, she can time travel. And finally, I crossed five countries, …..
Slovenia, Italy, Germany, Turkey (because in Germany flight was delayed and need to fast forward to Turkey to catch, the final Destination on Time, New Delhi India. She tested me in every second on my Path. Do you Trust it? do you worry? can you trust the Higher Guidance? Can you trust the Different Time? the one that we were not thought in School. The Magical Time where all realities exist all together? She carries a gift, and she is preparing you to see it, to experience it, Divine Timing Herself.
Kali Ma I bow to you..
And this is where the real adventure began…and through Time, is still unfolding ….
India – The Sacred Journey That Changed Everything
What I went there to do? I applied for the Teacher Training Course As Sivanada Hatha Yoga Teacher
What was the behind story? The Love Story…. Kali Ma thank you
After completing my yoga teacher training in Slovenia, I felt an overwhelming urge for an authentic experience to truly understand what yoga is. In Slovenia, we were taught that yoga originates from India, but I wanted to explore its essence in its sacred homeland. Yoga was the reason from the Surface, layering under the Surface was the quest for Love, where my Brand Divine Lovers Journey had Begun and had Received the main character…where she was born, Sita. The Wife of Rama.
Why Sita?
At the end of the Teacher Training Course, every individual received a Spiritual Name. My spiritual name was chosen for me by Swami Kalisananda—Kali…sananda… do you get it?
A name carefully selected, meant to be carried for life, like a sacred marriage of Divine Counterparts.
SITA.
What I see here now is—they are one and the same energy force, the Feminine.
Yet first, we need Kali, to shatter the illusion, to start the transformation, the rebirth, To exile all unwanted, all the extra baggage, to ignite the fire, To step into courage, into strength.
And so after… Kali initiates her to become Sita.
As now… after profound initiation of herself, she is being prepared for her beloved Rama.
And so this is how Sita was born.
Kali’s presence said:
“Now is the time.
Trust in the Love of Two,
As this will always be guiding you”
I did not like it at first, the Name, the Idea. The name felt heavy, constricting. It carried the weight of something I hadn’t yet understood. Sita—the Perfect Wife, the devoted companion of Rama, the ever-loyal partner. In my mind, I couldn’t help but feel that Sita was defined by her relationship to him. She could not be anything without her Husband. The name felt like a box—a limitation. The perfect wife, the unwavering warrior. How could I embody such a role? Was that all I was meant to be?
And then came the question—who is Sita without Rama?
What about the love between them? The idea of Sita Ram—two souls bound together, their Love change you Forever. What was my place in this divine union?
Sacred Waters of The River Ganges under Himalayan Mountains
I clearly remember, every day, we would chant and sing to the River Ganges. At first, the sounds felt foreign, my mind unwilling to surrender. But when you pour your energies to a level of true devotion, something shifts. You begin to hear it. The chant, the river—it becomes one. It is there, alive, resonating with your soul.
She speaks with you. The river. The sacred waters. You don’t chant at them, but with them. There is a divine connection, an exchange of energies that transcends the mind. You chant in the glory of it, in the reverence of it. You chant not just for the river, but with it, as an offering of pure love.
Sacred Waters, I bow to thee.
In those sacred waters, I felt the presence of Magic, the beginning of their Love connection, Sita and Ram—the divine lovers, the sacred union of the masculine and feminine. Their love is not distant or separate. It flows in everything, in every breath, in every chant. To chant in devotion is to honor that union, to awaken to the sacred love that binds us all, the love that was there long before time itself.
here she comes again, I bow to you Kali Ma,
Fearless heart, DO YOU dare to love beyond illusion?
The Gift Within the Curse: A Lineage Initiation , I bow to you Kali Ma
As I was preparing to become a yoga teacher, deeper initiations began to unfold.
Working with Kali Ma’s energy revealed layers I hadn’t expected—wounds passed through my maternal line, from my grandmother, to my mother, and now to me. I saw it clearly: the deep pattern of being too strict, too hard on oneself. A form of control masked as discipline. A lineage of women carrying burdens in silence.
It took me seven years to understand that these were not just inherited wounds—they were sacred codes. What once felt like a curse began to show itself as a cure, and even as a strength.
I remember crying at the time, not knowing what it all meant.
But now, as I write this, I know.
And I am deeply grateful for the gift my lineage gave me: precision.
Not perfectionism.
But sacred, embodied precision.
A Presence Beyond This World
When the Student is Ready, the Teacher Appears
They say that when you are ready, the teacher comes. For me, this happened quite literally, as part of the many mystical experiences in Himalayan Mountains. In Rudraprayag, Our daily schedule was strict and repetitive:
- 5:00 AM – Wake up
- 6:00 AM – Meditation
- 6:30 AM – Chanting
- 7:00 AM – Bhagavad Gita study
- 8:00 AM – Yoga practice
- 9:30 AM – Breakfast
Can you see the pattern? It continued till night time, next day repeat, every day, same thing, no exception. Throughout the day, we had lectures and short breaks, but the training was intense, leaving little space to explore feminine energy—though that is another story. At that point in my journey, this experience was exactly what I needed.
However, one of the biggest lessons I learned was seeing where the feminine was not. But this again in another story…
Interestingly, after completing our training, we were given the title of “Ambassadors of Peace. At that time, I hadn’t yet get what this means.
A Life-Changing Experience
One evening, during our second daily yoga session, something extraordinary happened. The energy of India, the Himalayas, and Rudraprayag felt stronger than ever.
For me, the most difficult pose was the forward bend. Due to a spine condition I had since birth, bending forward was almost impossible. Struggling with this pose felt symbolic—it represented surrendering to the universe, something I found very hard to do.
That evening, as I followed the instructions of our amazing teacher, Karuna, I did my best to fold forward. Then, as I slowly rolled my spine back up, I suddenly felt a presence near me.
It was strong, peaceful, and deeply familiar.
At that moment, I knew—I was in the presence of Swami Sivananda himself.
I didn’t see him physically, but I felt him. He gently adjusted my posture, touched my spine, and supported me in a way that filled me with warmth and love. In that moment, I experienced something beyond words—a sense of peace and deep gratitude. The Timelines connected, and past became present, with the Touch of Magic of Himalayan Mountains as well, the Master was with me right here right now. So deeply grateful and so Humble, as the Energy of The Master uplifts you in that level, that even though he is a Master is nothing more or nothing less than you are. Truly the world some say We are One. I wish to be able to teach in that energy one day, so I could give to people this kind of energetic Alignment, Divine…
I am forever grateful
The Path Back Home
A journey to India, to the Himalayas, was a deep call of my Soul—and I said yes.
I truly believe we are guided by a Divine Force, and for me, this path was meant to be.
My soul is deeply connected to sacred sites and the messages they carry.
And what I experienced there, in just one month, gave me a kind of superpower energy—a rebirth.
When I returned to Slovenia, something had shifted so deeply that I couldn’t go back to the old life.
I quit my job and began doing what I love: working in tourism, guiding people through outer journeys that mirror their inner ones, I BECAME A GUIDE.
Because: as within, so without.
Sita was born there—in me.
A name, a vibration, a truth that connects deeply to my personal story of divine counterparts…
There is no Rama without Sita, and no Sita without Rama.
That truth says it all.
May the profound and eternal love of two hearts touch yours,
So you will Recognize Sita, and Be Devoted to The Ram
The Journey Unfolds…