I was 17 years old, visiting the museum with my family like millions of other visitors. As we walked through the Asian Wing, we passed the statue of Guan Yin.
Suddenly, her gentle, loving and incredibly intense energy embraced me so deeply that time seemed to stand still.
I knew that something extraordinary was happening, but it took me several years—and many profound experiences—to understand that Guan Yin had chosen me. With celestial patience, she had simply been waiting for me to understand… and to reconnect.