What happens when life falls apart — completely? Every inch of it destroyed.
To be fair, sometimes it’s exactly what we’ve asked for. Maybe in a meditation to the new moon, or a prayer stick thrown into the fire, or a penny thrown into a fountain, we ask that our life be transformed completely.
In this way, we call in Kali, the goddess of death and transformation. We call on her energy to come and completely turn our life around.
When calling in Kali, we invite a destructive whirlwind of transformation into our life. We do that when we are ready for a new life, but are unsure of what we want it to look like; when we’re ready to surrender the reins to the universe. Because with Kali, we can’t always predict the outcome.
We do this because we have arrived at a point where we look around and we just know our life isn’t ours. None of it feels authentic—it’s like we’re living someone else’s life. We become apathetic and rarely energized by any of it. Our voice, our personality, even our clothes feel like they aren’t ours.
Six months ago, this was exactly how I felt.
So, I called on Kali to come and transform my life, to help me find the life I was meant to live. I had traveled and “found myself” a couple of times at this point. And each time, I had removed a layer of who I was told to be. But there are always more layers to go, and sometimes we realize we’re ready to fast-track.
I was ready to hand the reins over to Kali, to surrender my life to her transformative energy. I wrote my intention down during the new moon and tossed it into the fire. Fast forward six months and I’m sitting in a cafe 3,000 miles away.