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A Heartbeat for Mongolia

Sugar for a Mountain, an Unexpected Visit to an Elder and a Song from Mother Earth

Ulaanbaatar - September 2018



Flying into Vastness


Mongolia, probably the most understated country in the world. When Mike and I decided to lead a group of truth-seekers to this part of the planet, we could never have dreamed up the treasures we would find. From the air, Ulaanbataar looks like a lost city in the middle of the Gobi desert. Like sand castles rising out of nothingness. A modern civilisation contained in a time capsule of a society still untouched. We met with our tour leader, TS, in a local hotel, we visited a museum of Mongol history and then hit the road. Four land-rovers filled with people.


Heading for the unknown.




Here the roads are open and the people unspoiled.


After driving some time on a paved road, we turned into open fields. I gasped for breath as nature opened, wild and untamed. No cars, no electricity, no buildings. Birds of prey still trusting of humans (in fact, the relationship between human and falcons are incredible in Mongolia). Yak cows crazing undisturbed behind invisible fences. Wild horses running carelessly across the planes. This land inspired long and lengthy conversations on the road and continued around crackling fires underneath a spectacular starlit sky. At the end of a long day, we hit a cold shower and gather around dinner with our soul family.


Nomads like us, who look at the road as their Master.


After dinner we crept into our traditional Mongolian houses (called “gers”), satisfied with our own thoughts and the glory of Mongolia unfolding. Animals here are revered, so is the mountains and the land. Nothing is without Spirit and therefore respected as another expression of God. A shaman who visited our group from out of nowhere explained to us that the spirits care for those who give them something sweet. A communion with Nature that helped us connect with who we are.





So the next day we offered sweets to the majestic Spirit of the mountains.


It shifted us. There is not a more incredible feeling than standing in the open planes of Mongolia, offering something to the great Invisible. The Unseen Ones who protect us, without asking or recognition. You find yourself reaching for your tastiest snacks, your last cup of wine or the best of anything you can find, just for the short privilege of having something bigger than you notice your soul.


Mongolia speaks.


Each marker or experience on our journey turned into a sacred language. Stone heaps with flags (called “ovoos”) confirmed to us that we are exactly where we need to be at any given point in time. A two-faced cat reminded us of the good and evil make-up that exists within human nature. Lady luck made herself known in the form of ladybugs, and dinosaur bones had us marvel at the wonder of primordial knowledge, the wisdom that may be lost forever.


What appeared to be a barren land at first, became extraordinarily rich.


Mountains came alive with wisdom on how to build foundations in your life. Cows conspired to nurture us with either yak milk or vodka (don’t ask). We slowly but surely sunk into the blood and bones of a nomad lifestyle. Living in harmony with the stars, making fire with cow dung and taking head to the whispers of the mountain people.






Collectively we all craved the wisdom of an elder.


Our guide asked around and lead us into the “ger” of a 90 year + woman who lives peacefully in the middle of nowhere. She graciously agreed to share a lifetime of experiences with us, with her son translating. Reflecting back on her life, I asked her what her life purpose was. She answered with a smile. “Digging cow dung”, she said. Just that. But boy did she dig cow dung well, contributing to her role in the family with pride. She got joy from digging cow dung and that is her legacy. Our hearts smiled.


And at that moment, I deeply connected with this Seer.


As did she with me. It felt as if a forgotten piece of my past lives here with her, and still does, waiting to be picked up and remembered. Some aspect of my essence belongs here in Mongolia with its nomad lifestyle, intelligent animals and spiritual heritage. At the time of us exploring Mongolia, this lady was still walking through the snow, visiting her friend in the “ger” next door (btw, that is quite a distance) for the occasional tea...





More than many times, we were spoiled with surprise.


Although our “ger” camps always received us well, our meals mostly consisted of meat, bread, yoghurt and other organic treats. On this day, we ended up around a dinner table that was particularly well plated. First came an entree, prepared way above a traveller’s expectation. Then the main, which blew us away. And finally the most delicate sorbet, least to be found in rustic Mongolia! We enquired after the chef, and a young man, fully kitted in a professional chef outfit, emerged from the kitchen.




Here is an individual that is serving Paris style gourmet in the heart of Mongolia!


Inserting excellence into his daily life, without a curator, master or observer. We were thunderstruck. Blown away by the quality standards by which he conducts his daily craft. Is this a glimpse into the soul of the Mongols, those who once ruled the largest land empire in history? We applauded our young chef; we gave him a standing ovation. Our group left dinner more than satisfied. All of us felt the pang of raising our own bar in life. Are we only achieving when others are looking?


Who is this nation, to which my heart belongs to so dearly?





When you travel, you get lost within yourself.


The landscapes and the people that you meet seem to all point you in the direction of the True You. Our group visited two young Shamans when we came full circle back to Ulaanbataar, towards the end of our journey. The wisdom of these young apprentices are staggering, and their energy oozes of spiritual authority. The older of the two told us that we have five senses to our disposal. The sixth sense is intuition and the seventh, love.


He looked me straight in the eyes and said he desires to sing me a song.


A hymn from Mother Earth that is known to open the heart. Shuffling around uncomfortably, I surrendered to the process and allowed him to cup my head in his hands. He sang in a foreign language, yet his song changed me profoundly. I wept, and laughed afterwards and felt lighter than ever before in my life. Mike Handcock, my life partner, felt it. Dr Kevin Cheng, a fellow-traveller and friend, felt it.


I felt it.


Mongolia is not your typical travel destination. It conspires with the spirits of its mountains and grasslands and animals and people to bring you something out of this world. Something that is wild and untamed, yet guards and treasures innocence. It holds the secrets of the original psychology, why we are here as a specie and the echoes of a life long forgotten. I’ve never experienced such respect between people, sovereign surrender to nature and sincere hospitality in all my travels.


I left with a Cashmere scarf of the highest quality, and a song in my soul.















Landi Jac is an award-winning business pioneer, prosperity expert and world traveller who uses the intelligence that she teaches to live a life of Prosperity, Freedom and Purpose. With a history of extensive travel to more than 50 countries, she has consulted with top executives and leaders worldwide. She believes that all entrepreneurs deserve the right to have access to the best education and business intelligence, which has been tried and tested and has a guarantee to set them up for success.


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