In Her Own Words
As soon as I became independent, I left a well-paying job and joined a dance class—the first real step I took for myself, despite resistance from family. Since childhood, I had always seen the world differently. They called me rebellious, but I was only following my heart.
Through dance, I consciously connected with myself for the first time. It wasn’t just joy—it was bliss.
Even as a child, I was fascinated by the Upanishads and Vedas, wondering what was hidden in those ancient words. When I finally studied them, the essence became clear: everything pointed me inward, to find the truth of who I am. Subconsciously, every step brought me closer to that knowing. It was magical.
Fifteen years ago, I learned Kriya Yoga meditation through Master Per H. Wibe. My search for a guru ended there. With his constant guidance and my own sincere, intense practice, I began to blossom inwardly.
This practice awakened something unexpected in me: a writer. Suddenly, life’s scattered moments began to take form in words. Silence deepened, and from it came clarity, insights, stories, and poems. I write because it’s a force that moves from within—gentle, yet unstoppable.
Truth cannot be borrowed. It has to be lived. I hope that my words help others trust their own experience.