As a psychic and light worker, I believe we are guided to live in harmony with our soul’s path. We may be nudged at times to move to a different location to fulfill an aspect of our soul’s growth or to connect with others in our soul family. Sometimes our light and energy are needed to assist in the healing of a region or a situation. Flexibility, commitment and faith in divine timing are required to heed the call when a transfer has been assigned by the universe.
I first knew I wanted to move to Maui in 1976. My husband and I had been zigzagging and camping across the continent in our Volkswagen bus, with our two big dogs. We were looking for the ‘right’ place to live. Then while standing on a cliff overlooking the Pacific coast in Northern California, I felt the power of Maui tugging at my heart. I knew my soul’s journey would not be complete until I moved there. The timing wasn’t right and Hawaii had a strict six-month quarantine requirement for pets. I thought it would be cruel to subject our furry family members to that trauma, so we did not go.
I put the desire to move to Maui aside until 1994. At that time, I was recently divorced from a long and difficult marriage, and I wanted to treat my four children to a tropical, healing holiday. When I first stepped off the plane in Maui, my entire body tingled with delight. By the end of our ten-day trip, I was enchanted. Maui’s magnetism had pulled me in. I knew I would return and that Maui was to be my home.
But again, the timing wasn’t right. My four kids were still adjusting to the divorce and I thought they needed time before they could handle more change to their lives. So I postponed the dream of Maui while I attended to the duties of single parenting and building my career in California.
Finally in 2004, the universe gave me some signs. The first sign came when Hawaii changed their quarantine protocol for pets. The next sign came when the man I had been dating for many years said, “No, I don’t ever want to get married.” I knew I needed to put some distance between us so we could both move on. The third sign came powerfully through my terminally ill friend. She softly held my hand and said, “Go for it, Liah, live your dream! Look at me. If I had known my life was going to be so short, I would have moved to Maui. Now it is too late.” I looked at her 48-year-old frail body lying in the bed and I made a decision. Rather than live a life of regret, I decided to take the leap and move.
Three months later, my children and I triumphantly made the move to Maui with our dog, cat, car and a Matson container filled with furniture. I didn’t know anyone in Hawaii. Yet, I will never regret following my heart and moving to Maui. Mark Twain said it best: “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines… set sail.”