Aya Bellené

Rest is perfect. You need not do anything at all to be at rest. You don’t struggle, try, or toil. It’s the perfect path to experiencing transformation. When I started practicing this path of rest, it changed everything in my life. It moved mountains that my biggest efforts could never touch. It washed away my fears and showed me a life with no pain. It put me back in my rightful place, sovereignly on my throne. Imagine rest causing so many people to wonder where you are and what you are doing, causing so many people to withdraw support and curse your name.

I spent many months being trained to allow myself to rest. The Spiritual never forces you to do anything it will just nudge you, give you peeks into secrets, show you a new a way, and then allow you to choose it by way of small spurts of positive experiences. While you are choosing your old way of thinking it will keep reminding you that there is another way. I experienced this. I experienced living minute by minute as my mood titrated back and forth for months. From sheer terror to the peace that surpasses all understanding. Homeless to living independently by the beach in St. Petersburg. Not working but resting, and living in the mantra give us this day our daily bread.Learning that man doesn’t live by materialism alone but by every loving word from GOD. GOD gave me everything back tenfold. I just had to struggle into rest. This is my story. I will share in parts how I became an Alchemical Master.

I was in a car wreck 2 years ago during the summer of July, that was nearly transitioning for me. My bff beagle Miss Lily did transition. And because my Spirit didn’t leave I felt I was left here on earth with no identity. I couldn’t move. My neck was broken in five places, all.my ribs on my left side were broken. My lungs were punctured, my lower back was broken, my thighs were gaped open, and right knee was just down bad. My job as a spiritual counselor, I just couldn’t give. All my belongings were in that minivan that I turned into a campervan. Everything that I loved and delighted in. Well sorta delighted in. Right before my crash I felt this feverish need to purge my life of all of my belongings. I didn’t want my identity in this world anymore.

I didn’t want anything. And I didn’t understand it. So, I tried to do a somewhat normative thing and keep a few things. But I didn’t even want to keep those things, nor did I want go anywhere. I didn’t really want to work. I felt like I at least had to get to San Diego where me and Miss Lily could live a van life by a cool beach and figure out what the heck was going on with me.

That idea ended in Texas. In Lubbock, Texas. I don’t really remember what happened. I remember this sinister voice and my consciousness coming back online for a few seconds as I felt the van shaking like it was on some rocks. And I remember for a slight second, the sound of a helicopter over my head and a paramedic saying don’t move. When I woke up I was in neck brace in the hospital.

All of these events and more inspired my next two books that I have written vision questing in Egypt. This one is titled, Your Mood is What you Got, to be released 11/11/25