When Magic Comes Knocking

The truth is, I was in the bathtub when the doorbell rang.

I pulled up the Ring camera, wet hair and all, and saw a woman standing at my front door. I asked, “Are you here for a sound bath?”

She said, very matter-of-fact: “I’m here for a sound healing lesson.”

I laughed to myself. Cool. Sure. I had no idea anyone had booked a lesson. I didn’t even know that was an offering on my site, and I never saw a confirmation come through. Somehow it slipped past me. So there she was, standing at my door, and I was literally naked in the tub.

I told her, “Give me five minutes—make yourself comfortable in the studio.” Then I jumped out, got dressed, and walked across the yard like I had planned it all along.

Her name was Diana. We ended up having this incredible, impromptu session together. I gave her a short fifteen-minute sound bath so she could feel the bowls, then we moved into an hour of teaching. She was a natural—by the end she played for me, and the bowls adored her.

But the real magic wasn’t just the music. It was her stories.

She told me about being at the San Jose airport years ago, slipping into that quiet inner space you find when you tune everything else out. Across the way, a monk noticed her. They began exchanging energy—graceful, silent, like a dance without moving. When it was time for him to leave, he resisted. He told her, “I know who you are, but you don’t.”

Later, her sister said, “Diana—that was the Dalai Lama.”

She hadn’t even realized. To her, he was just a beautiful little monk.

A year later, she went to a Dalai Lama event. First they couldn’t get tickets, then they were gifted a pair. When they arrived, the seats got scrambled, everyone shifting around, and Diana ended up in the front and center row, directly facing him. He smiled at her, like he remembered.

It wasn’t just him. She said Paramahansa Yogananda appeared to her in dreams. Gurus showed up in unexpected places. Swamis blessed her necklaces. Teachers seemed to know her before she introduced herself. Story after story, she shrugged like it was nothing unusual.

Finally I asked, “So how did you find me?”

And she said the same thing: “I don’t know. You just popped up.”

That was it. No marketing funnel, no explanation. Just: “It popped up.”

And honestly, that’s what it feels like. The bowls call in the people who are meant to be here. Sometimes they come curious. Sometimes they come hurting. Sometimes, like Diana, they’ve been following threads of synchronicity their whole life.

That ordinary Monday turned into a full lesson, a package of sound baths, and a couple of chakra teas. More than that, it turned into a reminder that this path isn’t random. The bowls, the studio, the people—they all find their way here in ways I couldn’t plan if I tried.

And the universe wasn’t done.

Right after Diana left, I got an email from Kayleen at Crystal Tones. Just last week, she told me there weren’t any Rose Quartz Palladium bowls in a D note available for my Aunt Squiggs’s friend, Myra. But this time she wrote, “I found the perfect bowl.”

She sent photos and a video. The second I heard it, I knew. A 9-inch Rose Quartz Palladium, tuned to D+35. The tone was luminous and alive, like it had been waiting for her all along.

It was a match made in heaven: rose Quartz for heart expansion and compassion. Palladium for strength, protection, and balance. The D note, bridging sacral and heart, amplifying creativity and emotional flow. A 9-inch size—resonant, powerful, but easy to handle, aligned perfectly with Myra . When I showed it to her, she instantly knew it was hers.

So in the same day Diana “just popped up” at my door with her string of synchronicities, I also made my very first Crystal Tones bowl sale.

That’s how it works. The magic isn’t linear. It doesn’t follow business plans or spreadsheets. It shows up at your door while you’re in the bathtub. It pops up in inboxes after weeks of waiting. It connects teachers and seekers and bowls and healers in ways we couldn’t script.

I couldn’t have planned Diana. I couldn’t have planned that Rose Quartz Palladium. But I could listen, stay open, and say yes when they arrived.

And maybe that’s the real lesson. You don’t have to chase the magic. You just have to be ready when it knocks—sometimes literally—on your front door.