Guided by the Soul’s Impulse – A Mysterious Day in Yanbaru, Blessed by Signs of Love from the Universe
"Maybe if everyone just jumped into the ocean, there’d be no more fighting."
— A simple truth that shook my soul.
Table of Contents
A Reasonless Urge: The Soul’s Navigation
A Sacred Welcome: A Wild Encounter with the Yanbaru Kuina
A Star-Soaked Night Spectacle: Lightning, Beetles & Signs from the Universe
Into the Ocean’s Womb: Becoming Pure Love Among the Fish
“If Everyone Got in the Ocean, Wouldn’t We All Just Stop Fighting?”
Trust Your Soul’s Urge — The Right Place Is Always Calling
A Reasonless Urge: The Soul’s Navigation
Our days are often shaped by what must be done — by logic, plans, and routine.
But sometimes, from deep within the soul, like magma rising from the earth’s core,
an undeniable urge erupts. A force with no explanation — only pull.
The other day, I was seized by one.
“I want to go to Yanbaru.”
There was no context. No plan. Just a quiet, powerful voice from my soul.
I had things to do. Responsibilities waiting.
But somehow, I dropped them all without guilt — as if under a spell —
and found myself driving north.
To Yanbaru: the sacred forest of northern Okinawa, rich with subtropical green
and ancient life memories.
Why now? For what purpose?
I had no idea. But I trusted.
The path of the soul doesn’t always make sense.
It asks us to let go of maps,
to follow a compass made of impulse and intuition.
And when we do, what awaits is more beautiful than anything we could plan.
This is a story about one such day. A day shaped entirely by a reasonless pull.
If this story helps you tune in to your own soul’s impulses — even a little —
I’ve done my job.
A Sacred Welcome: A Wild Encounter with the Yanbaru Kuina
As I drove deeper into Yanbaru’s green, the noise of the world faded.
The air grew thick and clean.
Trees whispered. Birds sang. The smell of damp earth calmed my whole being.
Then came the final, silent miracle.
Around a bend in the forest road — there he was:
a wild Yanbaru Kuina.
An endangered, red-beaked bird that lives only here.
Even locals rarely see one.
But he calmly walked across my path, his feathered stripes glowing with quiet pride.
I froze, breath stolen.
A clear message hit me:
“You are welcomed.”
It felt like the forest itself had taken this bird’s form
to say: “We’ve been waiting for you.”
That one moment seemed to answer the question I hadn’t known I was asking.
A Star-Soaked Night Spectacle: Lightning, Beetles & Signs from the Universe
That night, I lay under the stars.
In Yanbaru’s near-total darkness, I drifted off under a sky so rich with light
it looked unreal.
Then: flashes.
Silent lightning far off in the sky.
No thunder. Just surreal bursts — as if the universe were taking photos.
As I watched, dazed by the cosmic show…
Thud!
Something slammed into me.
Startled, I sat up — to find a giant beetle staring back.
Its horn gleamed in the starlight.
(Yes, I was just headbutted by a beetle in the middle of a mystical trance!)
I laughed.
It was silly, a bit painful — but also grounding.
The beetle had brought me back from outer space to the loving absurdity of Earth.
Then, even more wonder:
Shooting stars, one after another, like a meteor shower.
Strange flying objects, moving in impossible patterns.
Huge glowing insects, circling with power and light.
So much happened that night. It might sound random — even chaotic.
But wrapped in it all, my soul felt only one thing:
Love. Nothing but love.
It felt like the universe had orchestrated this entire spectacle
just to say:
“You are seen. You are cherished. You are loved.”
Into the Ocean’s Womb: Becoming Pure Love Among the Fish
The next day, I followed a pull toward a hidden beach.
No tourists. Just emerald water, white sand, and coral. A perfect spot.
I slipped into the sea,
and instantly, tropical fish swarmed me — red, yellow, blue, green —
like old friends greeting me.
I floated.
There was no need for words, no thoughts.
Just me, the fish, and the ocean as a mothering womb.
The water caressed me.
I heard my breathing, the distant waves,
sunlight dancing like diamonds across the sea floor.
And in that moment, my soul whispered clearly:
“This is love.”
No conditions. No judgment.
Just being — together — in perfect harmony.
That’s love.
“If Everyone Got in the Ocean, Wouldn’t We All Just Stop Fighting?”
After swimming, my heart was softer than ever.
From the quietest part of that softness, this truth emerged:
“If everyone in the world just got in the ocean together…
wouldn’t all the wars and hate just dissolve?”
It might sound naive.
But in that moment, I meant it.
Because in the ocean, all our armors — nationality, race, religion, ego —
just melt.
We remember, in our cells, that we are one source,
children of the same life force.
In that memory, the need to attack or fight vanishes.
There’s no reason left.
Imagine if the world’s leaders met not in boardrooms,
but floating silently in Okinawa’s waters.
They’d probably end up smiling like kids.
(Or maybe I’m dreaming. But I want to dream of that kind of world.)
Trust Your Soul’s Urge — The Right Place Is Always Calling
All of this began with a strange, unexplainable urge.
By following it, I received a day full of miracles, beauty, and truth.
Our soul always knows where to take us.
It speaks in whispers, nudges, and irrational impulses.
We just need to listen.
And when we act on that voice — even if it means pausing our plans —
the universe rolls out a red carpet,
with surprises only meant for us.
Somewhere, a Yanbaru Kuina waits to welcome you.
Lightning will flash, beetles will bump you, and fish will show you love.
They’re all waiting.
Where is your soul guiding you today?
Please, listen.
On the other side, something beautiful is waiting.
From the sacred lands of Okinawa,
I pray your journey is always guided by love, joy, and wonder.
With deep gratitude,
and love for the forest and sea of Yanbaru.
— 369meteor