It's Written In The Stars
A few years ago, I spent two months in India. Six weeks living in an Ashram in Rishikesh, studying and practicing yoga. And the last two were spent traveling around a bit before returning to home to the states. While there, I met with two astrologists. Astrologists are big in India. After all, in India, astrology is regarded more as a science, presumably on par with biology, astronomy and physics. But that’s not what this is about… back to my readings. Both astrologists were in Rishikesh but non-related. As a matter of fact, one was the owner of a jewelry shop that I had just happened upon and while chatting, he took my hand and began reading me. Both astrologists told me many things that were wildly accurate. With absolutely no way for them to have known that about me. I mean, come on, I’m an American in India for crying out loud. They have truly never met me, nor had they ever met anyone who knew me. But still. They were point on with many specific and accurate statements (some way too personal to mention here. THAT LEGIT!) But what I did find so fascinating was that they both told me I should not drink. Yep. Point blank. “You should not drink.”
Now the reasonable response would have been, “why?” But did I ask that? No. That would have been too easy. I mean, I didn’t ask either of them why. And still to this day, I often think about it. Why? Why shouldn’t I drink? Why didn’t I ask?? Was I afraid to know the answer? Was I afraid they would say that I would end up like my dad, who suffers from Alzheimers? Or did I not ask because it seemed so obvious. After all, they could both tell by the look of my skin that my dosha type is Pitta, which contains more fire and heat. And well, we all know what gasoline does to fire! OR… is the reason I never asked why because I didn’t need to. Because maybe, just perhaps, I already knew why.
The funny thing about my drinking, no matter how often, how little or how much, I always hear this internal voice that tells me not to. That I should not drink. I’ve heard that voice for years. (I’ve even written about it here before) And every now and again, I listen. And more times than not, I don't. But every time I think about alcohol, I hear it. That little whisper in my head. Never yelling at me. Never angry or naggy. Just a kind, loving, guiding voice… telling me not to. And as I sat there in India, thousands of miles from home, with two random strangers, I heard it again. “You should not drink.” This time from their lips. Why didn’t I ask why?? Because I didn’t need to. It's written in the stars and written across my heart.
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