Samara's Story
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I have come to visit the WOMAN of over 2000 years ago.
Walking along the dusty road, a strong, earthy odor from a nearby herd of sheep fills the air. After my long journey, I can finally see my destination. As I approach, enticing aromas coming from inside the dwelling gradually replace the musty scents of the land. The smell of freshly baked bread from the hearth seems to dance with the spices wafting up from smoked meats. There is a richness in the mingling essences of the different spices and delicate fragrances that makes me feel light and wonderful.
The WOMAN greets me and invites me in. She is dressed in a beautiful, long, flowing robe, and is wearing a headdress vibrant in all the colors and shades of the rainbow. She asks me to take off my shoes and sit down, and offers me a drink. It is a drink that I recognize, but I just cannot seem to place, although the aroma and taste are so familiar. As I enjoy this elixir I can feel its calming effect on me. She tells me that we have much to talk about, but that she wants me to bathe first since I have journeyed on foot from so far away.
After I finish my drink, she takes me by the hand and leads me to the room where I will be sleeping the night. Her handmaiden brings me fresh clothes to change into after my bath. She directs her handmaiden in a different tongue as to how she wants to bathe and dress me. Then she turns to me and says that after I have bathed, rested and dressed, we will meet. We will have supper and then talk, she says, for she has waited a long time for this meeting and is full of anticipation and excitement for this day. I hug her warmly and feel an intense closeness to her—her mere presence seems to fill my spirit with pure joy and love. I turn my head to watch her leave the room, knowing that I will be with her again soon.
Her handmaiden then directs me to a different area, where she undresses me and helps me into the bath waters. It is a large enclosure of water, and the bath waters feel so cool and refreshing against my skin. The handmaiden adds drops of precious oil to the water, and the natural aroma of the oil makes my body tingle and my head feel light. I love the feeling of it; it makes me feel sensual and uninhibited. The handmaiden comes over to me and washes my skin and hair ever so gently. Her touch is so soft and soothing, and her voice is so calm. She hums a gentle tune that makes me feel so at ease, as if I do not have a care in the world but to just enjoy and feel wonderful. I touch her arm softly and ask her what her name is and she replies “Rivkah.” I thank her for her kindness and her gentle touch. I ask Rivkah what her lady’s name is, and she tells me that soon I will find out.
Rivkah helps me out of the bath waters and wraps me in cloths until I am dry. She rubs more aromatic oils on my body and tells me how soft and beautiful my skin is. I hug Rivkah because she seems so familiar to me, and the hug comes from my heart. I feel such love for her and I do not question why. She walks me over to the dressing area and asks me to raise my arms over my head so that she can dress me. As she adorns me, a sense of my own beauty washes over me. I feel the smooth, sensual silk of the dress as it cascades down my body. Rivkah then guides me over to the bed and asks that I rest, for I have had a long journey and will have much to talk about with my hostess. She tells me that I need my rest. I remember putting my head on my pillow, and that is the last thing I recall.
It seems like only a short time before Rivkah comes back and awakens me from my sleep. I stretch my body across the bed and slowly get up to greet her and hear what she has to say. Rivkah tells me that she will finish dressing me now. She guides me over to a table and chair and asks me to sit so that she can brush my hair. She tells me that she loves my long, dark, wavy hair. As she brushes it, I am tingling with delight. It feels like a wonderful massage and relaxes me so. I gradually get up from the chair with her help. She then takes my left hand and guides me into the room where my hostess is sitting. Rivkah bows graciously to both of us and leaves the room.
My hostess, in her warm way, waves with her hand for me to come and sit next to her. She has two goblets of wine and some delectable fruits and meats waiting for us to devour. I didn’t realize I was so hungry until now. I feel almost famished. So we sit together in silence and eat from the beautiful display of fruits and meats and drink wine. When we are finished, Rivkah returns to take the food away and then leaves us alone.
I feel so comfortable, as if I am in my own house. The WOMAN looks at me and says, “You are.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?” I ask her. “I didn’t even say a thing.”
“You don’t have to,” she replies, “for we are the same.” Then I realized that I was looking into a mirror of myself, and that she is I and I am she. Then we hug each other, for I feel one with her and I love her. For she is why I am who I am today. I ask her what her name is and she replies, “I am Samara.” The name reverberates inside of my body and echoes in my mind. It feels like it is my own name. Then she begins to tell me the story of us. For it is truly US.
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About the Book
Join the author as she travels back over 2000 years to visit with a miraculous woman in the holy land. Open the door and walk into a world where people are more connected to the land, to nature, and to God. Explore a time where people didn’t separate their religious beliefs from their daily lives. Awaken and explore the rituals and the richness in everyday life.
The story follows the life of Samara as she grows up in her Uncle Binyamin’s house on the road to Jerusalem after losing her mother when she was just an infant. Her cousin Joshua surreptitiously affords her the opportunity to obtain something few women of that time had; an education. Equipped with knowledge, a strong connection to God and a very inquisitive mind, Samara defies the odds and leads a most extraordinary life; especially for a woman.
In an age when women were subservient to men Samara disregards convention and becomes a strong, independent woman. But this is more than just the story of Samara. This is a modern day parable meant for all WOMEN (and the men who care about them). Even today women still struggle with the tension between their more traditional, child-raising, supportive roles and the modern, liberated, successful, leadership roles that are now permissible.
So, come along with Samara on a profoundly moving, deeply inspiring walk back in time. Partake of this divine mystery and allow yourself to be inducted into the deeper mysteries of who we really are. May the light that shines through Samara illuminate your own life and reveal your own true path. If something deep within you begins to stir honor it. If not just sit back and enjoy the story. Either way, it will take you somewhere you have never been before.
About the Author
Samara was raised in St. Louis MO. with four older brothers. Her father was a prominent doctor and she grew up in a traditional, conservative family. Her spiritual transformation began in the 1990’s after becoming a hypnotherapist. Since then she has been blessed to work with such enlightened masters as Brugh Joy M.D., Doreen Virtue, Stanislav Grof and John Perkins. In addition she has also been touched by and credits the teachings of Louise Hay, Wayne Dyer and Deepak Chopra among others.
In addition to acting as the vessel for the second book, which is now coming through, Samara continues to do readings for those who seek her out. She also continues to “practice the art” of opening to the divine in a number of ways. In addition to meditation, Samara is a devotee of hot yoga and believes it is an essential ingredient in helping clear her mind and body. Along with a healthy diet this helps her align herself with the higher vibrational energies so she can be a clear, open vessel for whatever wants to come through.
Samara is also an avid cook and enjoys preparing abundant feasts for family and friends. She is also something of a wine connoisseur. As Robert Mondavi once said; “Wine to me is passion. It’s family and friends. It's warmth of heart and generosity of spirit. Wine is art. It's culture. It's the essence of civilization and the art of living.”
Samara resides in Arizona with her family.