There Are Dead People in the Lake
On Wednesday November 14th a boat crossing Lake Atitlan here in Guatemala capsized in the turbulent waters. The winds were extremely strong that day. 17 people on board, 10 survived, at the time of this writing, 3 are still missing.
Another sad day in Guatemala.
If you remember back in June another tragedy happened here. This one on a much larger scale. Thousands of people died that time. I live about 3 hours away from this devastation. It shook the whole country to the core.
The Guatemala Volcano Disaster and Play-Doh
It’s been a rough week. I’m not gonna lie. Though I generally love to blow sunshine up people’s asses I just don’t have…
But the lake tragedy is different. I live here. I look at this beautiful lake every single day. I go down to the lake at least once a week just to zen the fuck out and decompress from my chaotic life.
But it’s different now. The lake is different now. The energy of the lake is different now.
There are lost and dead souls in it. I’m heart broken for the families of these people. I imagine there are many lost souls in the lake, some gone way before I got here. I don’t know their story.
It’s so different this time. I have fallen in love with this lake and the little town where I live but the lake has a sad energy to it now. The lake is mourning. The town is mourning.
So am I.
I was to attend a BBQ at a resort in another little town around the lake the day after the tragedy which I had to cancel. I can’t. I just can’t. There are dead people in the lake. I feel their suffering and trauma on a very deep level. Anyone who isn’t an empath or a light worker won’t understand.
I had nightmares all last night about these lost souls. I heard them screaming. I tried to help them but I can’t swim. I cried for them and prayed for them in my dream. I shouted at them that I was so sorry. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of its chest.
I may never cross the lake again. I may never step foot in the lake again. Or it may just take some time for me to release the weight of this sorrow. I honestly don’t know. It’s such a beautiful lake ❤
My heart is so broken.
If you follow me at all you know I like to end my stories with a positive or inspirational message for you. I can’t this time. Sorry.
But let me leave you with this-be grateful for another day of life. Be grateful that you are alive and reading this.
And please send love. ❤
Peace and Love
xo iva xo