Feliz Navidad de Alcazar, Andalucia, Spain
No water in the village for the last 48 hours. Not complaining, just adjusting!
Crystals. During a crystal healing workshop on Saturday in the Lecrin Valley, surrounded by orange trees...
|Crystal Cave in Paraguay.|
As she talked about my passion for these little beings, tears streamed down my face. I don't know why I'm feeling so tearful I told her. I honestly didn't. Suddenly my whole body was filled with a gripping pain.
'You love them so much because they're like your own children, ' she said.
'Yes...' I replied slowly.
As I lay on a makeshift bed of deep blue pillows, Emma intuitively placed the quartz, fluorite and amethyst crystals onto my third chackra. Their immediate effect was like a drug. Silently, I felt myself sinking into a bottomless void. The pain subsided.
'Christmas is a strange time for me' I told her.
'It's such a family time isn't it?'
My voice sounded odd. I lost all sense of time and place.
'Most children come into the world into the loving arms of their mother,' I heard myself say.
'they arrive into a welcoming extended family.
I came into the world and went straight into an Irish orphanage.'
This is a simple fact of my life. It was not a cry for sympathy.
Emma placed another bluey green fluorite crystal beside the others, dousing to see if they were 'working.'
Crystals have extraordinary properties. I've believed this for many years.
Strange that I've never voiced my past quite like this before.
Lovely how this empathy and compassion now feels grounded and understood in a new way.
Five days later on the Internet I read :
Fluorite is a particularly beneficial healing crystal for the mind. It promotes the organization of information. It helps to link new information with what is already known, encouraging useful connections between ideas for deeper understanding.
On Friday, we were told the world would end.
I filled my car with petrol and took out half the money I have in the bank! The money now lives it in a chubby, yellow metal box with a fat key. Two keys actually.
I wrote in a jotter - great little word that isn't it - 'it's hidden on top of '...because I don't trust my memory these days.
Just hope I remember where I've put that jotter ( notebook), now where did I put the keys ?
So the world didn't end on Friday.
I didn't think it would. But, I did consider that our planet could get hit by a meteorite.
Apart from those two small actions which felt strangely spooky - but comfortingly necessary - I had a lovely peaceful day on Friday feeling that huge love for the neglected children of the world, and tuning into what was going on in Bolivia.
Now if the so called ' Shift ' means we can all access these profound states of love, connection, and compassion at least some of the time, then hallelujah.
Really, really hallelujah.
While I was writing in my jotter where I'd hidden my little yellow box, Bolivian President Evo Morales was heading towards the Isla del Sol on Lake Titicaca, in a boat made of reeds..
He'd invited many heads of states and spiritual leaders world wide, not to mention Nobel prize winners to gather there, to welcome in the new Era of Love and Compassion.
He said 'We will mark the end of capitalism and welcome a new era of brotherhood and world cooperation. I hope this includes sisterhood.
In front of all his guest and with indigenous spiritual elders and priests , Morales would perform a sacred fire ceremony in the company of thousands of indigenous people , invited guests and others.