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I was working on a video when something within me said, “Go to the Island of Hispaniola, now.”
I did not want to write this article, but the urge would not go away, and I have tasks that I must complete.
You know how when something within you aligns with your thoughts, mind, heart, and finances, it tells you to do something. Then you feel chills, almost like you cannot contain yourself.
There are many names for this type of encounter. I will not try to explain except to say that the most universal name is “the highest thought.”
That is what I had while working online, it was mid-day, in a small rustic apartment with great internet.
The Pacific Ocean could be seen from the window, as the beach was across the street, along with small boutique hotels lined the beachfront on the backside of Acapulco. Playa de la Costa.
The roof on the small upstairs apartment was wooded boards with large Mexican design floor mats used as ceiling decor. The Mexican Airforce Depot was located just up the street, where beach access to the public ended, and men with machine guns housed the little security hut.
Rustic?
Yes
Safe?
Extremely.
