The car accident felt like a push from the universe, guiding me towards Rythmia in Costa Rica. Despite feeling guilty and uncertain about spending a lot of money on myself, there was a deep-seated belief that this journey was meant for me. Arriving in Costa Rica, with my luggage tagged and the reality sinking in, I knew this was going to be a significant experience.

The 90-minute drive from the airport to the retreat center provided me with ample time to reflect on the vivid dreams from the night before. In one dream, I witnessed a young boy running into a pool, unable to save him despite my presence in the scene. This haunting dream left me feeling helpless and guilty about leaving my own children behind. Yet, I knew deep down that I needed to follow my guides and uncover the purpose of my journey.

Upon reaching the retreat center, I was immediately taken to the clinic where I met Nurse Hillary. After a series of medical questions, she explained the ceremony to me, heightening my nerves. My heart raced as she checked my vitals, which were alarmingly high. Despite this, I was determined to participate, even if it meant taking medication to lower my heart rate.

Walking around the retreat center, I stumbled upon the restaurant “Roots” where I met Dana and Kelly. Sharing our reasons for being there, I recounted the dreams and visions I’d had since the accident, including the one about the drowning boy. I was stunned when Kelly broke down in tears. She revealed that my description mirrored the death of her own son. This profound connection marked the first spark in my mediumship journey, a revelation that both scared and fascinated me.

After the heart-to-heart with Dana and Kelly, we attended the first workshop followed by an intense breathwork session in the Maloca (Ceremonial Hall). It was nothing like I expected. The live music, the guided breathing, it took me to another place. I saw vivid colors and felt a release of pent-up emotions. It was both exhilarating and unnerving. The session ended with hugs and tears, creating a deep bond with the group.

Reflecting on the breathwork, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness about the upcoming ceremony. It was a pivotal moment, and I knew that whatever was in store for me for the week was part of a bigger plan. However, day 2 revealed even more…