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Stories and experiences of different places I have been to.

A 3,300 year old love story – Priestess of Isis

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I think I have read one of the greatest love stories to date; a love story that truly transcends time – it ended 3,300 years ago and took over where it left off!

Priestess of Isis

Priestess of Isis

I have just finished reading Omm Sety’s Egypt: A Story of Ancient Mysteries, Secret Lives, and the Lost History of the Pharaohs. This book has called to me for a couple of years, and lay in my mind after a friend mentioned the name Omm Sety. It combines elements that enthral me, love, mystery, ancient history, and past lives. In this book, mysteries are revealed, straight from a Pharaoh’s mouth. I was so fascinated in this book and the beautiful narration via a close friend of Omm Sety, that I could barely put it down, and thus it was finished within a space of 12 hours.

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I don’t want to give too much of this book away, but enough to intrigue you. Many tears were shed reading this book, and the majority upon the closing of the pages.

Leading up to this book, I had some psychic interactions with kindred spirits. Egypt was nudging me through my intuitive GPS, messages in books, television, random links on websites and mostly though people dear to me and part of my soul family. I’m sure we endured similar lives together in the ancient times.

Dorothy Eady, an Englishwoman, was born in 1904 that later became known to many as Omm Sety. The conscious memory of a life as a priestess in ancient Egypt began to awaken at the age of three following a serious fall down some steep stairs. The physician at the time had determined her to be dead, however when he returned an hour later for the body he was surprised to see her well and happy with her parents.

From this point onwards Dorothy began to have recurring dreams of being in an ancient building with huge columns (a temple).  When she was four years old her parents took her with them on a visit to the British Museum, and it was here in the Egyptian galleries that the little girl suddenly became aware that she was ‘home’. To the embarrassment and confusion of her parents she apparently ran madly through the halls “among her people”, kissing the feet of the ancient Egyptian statues and eventually sitting down at the feet of a glass-cased mummy and refusing to budge.

Three years later Dorothy saw a photograph in a magazine showing ‘The Temple of Sety the First at Abydos ‘, in Upper Egypt,  and immediately connected it with the large columned building of her recurring dream. She told her father that the Temple was her home, the place where she had once lived, but was confused as to why the buildings were in ruins and there was no garden. The temple was that of Seti I, the father of Rameses the Great. During her teenage years Dorothy spent every available moment studying Egyptology. This course of study included being taught to interpret hieroglyphics by the legendary Sir Ernest Wallis Budge, Keeper of Egyptian Antiquities at the British Museum- his books on Egyptian myth and magic are still in print today (and on my Kindle!).

Dorothy began to regularly dream of being in an Egyptian temple. At times, she believed that she actually visited the temple at night, in her astral body.    In time she realised that the temple existed at the ancient site of Abydos in Upper Egypt. As she grew up, she sought more information about this place and just about everything Egyptian, telling her parents longingly that she “wanted to go home.”

She read every book and listened to every story about Egypt, and had the good fortune to be living near the British Museum.

Her ticket to Egypt finally eventuated, in England she met and agreed to marry an Egyptian man, and without her parents meeting the man, she boarded ship to start her dream life in her homeland. Predictably, her marriage ended within a couple of years, in which she also bore a son whom she called Sety. Years later, she adopted the Arabic name Omm Sety “mother of Sety,” which designated her identity thereafter.

Omm Sety accepted work, initially unpaid, assisting some of the prominent Egyptologists of the day. Serving as amanuensis and draftsperson, she provided invaluable support to those who excavated and recorded the extensive cemeteries and pyramid complexes of Lower Egypt. The book describes in detail how events divinely led her to her birth home, and how she impacted Egyptian history, archaeology and its people.

Temple of Seti I

Temple of Seti I

Devoted to Egypt and the old gods, she found herself reunited in Abydos in the mid-1900’s with the love of her life: Pharaoh Sety I who ruled Egypt from 1306 to 1290.

I was most touched by the love story…

At night, and during her dreams, spirits of her past life visited her at night. It was during this time that she discovered she was Bentreshyt (“harp of joy”), a young orphan girl described as a fair haired, blue eyed , who was given to the keeping of the temple as was the custom in ancient Egypt.  As described in her diaries, Dorothy believed her main role as Bentreshyt was to play a part in the dramatized rituals of the death and resurrection of the Egyptian god Osiris, held at the Temple. Dorothy also claimed that the Pharaoh, Seti I, had fallen in love with her after a chance meeting in the Temple gardens when she had been a young priestess there.

The story has a predictably tragic end as the girl discovered she was pregnant after the liaison, and tortured greatly by priests. Rather than expose the Pharaoh, she committed suicide. Of learning the news, the Pharaoh was in so much despair for his lost love, that it seems he could not move on.

Through the matrix of time and space their bond still existed and Seti I paid her frequent nocturnal visits throughout her present life to prove it.

My theory is that Seti I was bound between the realms not wanting to move on until he was reunited with his true love, his soul mate. Given that physical time and space is different in our living reality, for Seti I it may have felt a short time. He was waiting for the soul of his dear Bentreshyt to be reincarnated into a new body, and to be able to reunite. Through the astral realm and magic, they were able to endure under strict spiritual rules, time as a physical man and woman and enable them to express their love with each other. His Majesty, Seti I, adored Bentreshyt / Omm Sety, and visited her well into an old woman. I have no doubt that these souls now reside together again in peace with Source – no longer separated between different planes of existence.

Omm Sety with her cat Bastet

Omm Sety with her cat Bastet

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  Love Poem from Ancient Egypt
Egypt, Deir el-Medina, 1300 B.C

          “She has no rival,              
          there is no one like her.
She is the fairest of all.
She is like a star goddess arising
…    at the beginning of a new year;
brilliantly white, shining skin;
such beautiful eyes when she stares,
and sweet lips when she speaks;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and shining body
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
ample behind, tight waist,
her thighs extend her beauty,
shapely in stride 

                      when she steps on the earth.
She has stolen my heart with her embrace,
She has made the neck of every man
turn round at the sight of her.
Whoever embraces her is happy,
he is like the head of lovers,
and she is seen going outside
like That Goddess, the One Goddess.”

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Those who don’t jump will never fly – Sky Diving in New England

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I was born a free spirit.

I love being high on life, and I love anything that feels free, that makes me feel alive, and generally it involves nature and kind souls

I am an Air sign after all!

Skydiving for the first time was not what I expected. I mean, I knew I was not afraid of heights or edgy stuff, for I seem to thoroughly enjoy running and throwing myself calmly off the bungy ledge in Queenstown, New Zealand, or scaling up a 3-masted barquentine tall ship to furl sails, or rock climbing jaggered  vertical terrain and taming difficult horses most my life.

Adventure is my friend – my Zen.

So it is really strange to tell you that I found the whole diving the skies experience pretty relaxing, trance like and natural.

Honestly, I am more scared of gravity, it pulls one down, and well with my illness it’s claimed me probably over 100 times over so many years. I am also more scared of not fully living, regardless how hard things may be!

Skydiving has always been something I wanted to do, and I never knew how it would be for me, given I have mobility issues (lack of leg strength and absolutely no balance) due to illness. I needed to feel safe, as in trusting who would look after me on my first jump. I was so blessed that Jumptown in Orange, New England (USA) accommodated me.

I also intuitively knew I had a gift to give my tandem master. I knew it would be for the right person. Everything I do is sacred and regardless that in this day and age, something as simple as a skydiving jump is done so often, does not detract that it is a privilidge and brave thing for any individual to do, even for the person you are doing it with. So the gift I had for the right person, was a carved rose quartz eagle.

The Eagle represents strength and power of moving through the realm of higher consciousness — it is a master of the element of air. As a totem it is used to represent the fearlessness and fluidity of movement between worlds, adept at seeing big picture, being able to reach new heights. The Eagle is an awesome totem for spiritual knowledge, perception, and greater insight.Rose quartz is the stone of universal love. Later it was confirmed that it went to the right person. That was such a blessing to me and them.

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So I went skydiving for the very first time in  October . I cannot tell you how calm I felt the entire time there, waiting, wondering and anticipating the feeling of freedom. It was about 4- 5 hours of waiting for the beautiful sky and weather to afford my greeting with my metal bird. My wonderful tandem master and partner in air, Jack, as well as the other amazing staff, made me feel like I could do this, do anything, regardless of my physical shortcomings. I cannot tell how much that confidence and faith in me meant!

So there I found myself climbing the skies in minutes on a little powerful plane, sitting on a little bench and strapped to my daredevil tandem master. All I felt was serenity as I looked out the window to the amazing earth, full of autumn splendour, to see it from above knowing that I would be flying through it, like a bird. I never once thought about height.

Slowly we winged our way to six thousand feet, and I did a little chat to the camera, awkwardly I may add. Don’t normal people act hyped, nervous etc. Here I was calm as anything like I’d done this all before. We kept on flying, heading for the height of 13,500 feet; pretty high, pretty amazing I may add.

Before I knew it, Jack had carried me over, and my feet were positioned on the edge of the plane door – Then we were out into the elements. All I remember was the rush..free falling for 55 seconds. It was the greatest feeling that I have had – knowing that I was doing something at that moment of time, it didn’t matter whether or not I could walk well, or balance my body– but I could fly! I couldn’t really see anything at that point and my eyes were watering a little from air creeping into the goggles and my breathing was so difficult (like being immersed under water) and I almost felt a panic as I was gasping to breathe. In the rush you can’t hear anything but the wind. But this passed quickly and then as the chutes were employed I could comprehend my position.

There was a great swishing noise and the parachute billowed out above us. There was an almighty tug and we were pulled back up-wards into the sky It was just beautiful seeing the green and gold autumn landscape and river beneath us. When that big chute opens, its like the most surreal thing I have ever felt. 360 degree views, and like I was just existing in time and space.Weightless, suspended, amazingness. There is incredible silence, but you can finally talk and hear each other. What an incredible sight to see earth from above. Jack pointed out different landmarks, including Boston skyline way in the distance.

Gracefully, spiralling down to the earth once again in perhaps 5-6 minutes, gravity beckoning once more. We landed upright, which was quite surprising to me. I landed refreshed and with a blessing. I’d be in trouble if I were well again, this could be addictive! But I vow to go again next time I visit New England.

Everyone should take a leap of faith more than once in life.

“..Some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.”-Shawshank Redemption

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Journey to Spirit (Part 9) – Divine Guidance – Abadiania, Brazil

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It was only a few days until I would be leaving Abadiania, and this made me feel very sad. I felt like I had found so much love and peace within myself during the four weeks away from home. This place has a strong power that some will be scared of or others will embrace. What I mean by this is that it would open up wounds within you that may be hard to acknowledge, and you will be flooded with emotion. One thing is certain, you will leave Abadiania as a different person.

It was about my second last day in Abadiania, and on this particular night I didn’t sleep well, and woke at around 3am (seemed to be a common time for me here). I had asked Spirit for a sign that night before bed, and even asking that I felt shivers all over. So I was up at this early hour looking out my window to the clear black sky, then whoaaaaa, I see a big orb shaped ball of light fly past my window in the sky, no sound or anything (it was not a shooting star, it was closer and big). Instinctively I sat bolt upright covered with goosebumps!  I thought well I asked for a sign and got it!! so I thought….

In the same morning,  I went to Current, and after about 2 hours of sitting in meditation, I needed to go to the bathroom and stretch my legs. So I got up walked out, quickly put my shoes on and went to bathroom block. When I went to wash my hands, I saw something strange on my left hand. It was a manifestation of an oval and cross literally stamped deeply into my hand, the oval was pressed down into my skin and the cross was actually raised up. I only got to show the current guide the manifestation before I sat down again to meditate, and we couldn’t speak so we gave each other an acknowledging smile and she pointed up. Please note that my hands were held palms facing up the entire time I was meditating. Naturally my mind tried to debunk this, and I even retraced my steps and where I put my hands (haha) but there was nothing to explain it!! I took this as a sign to have faith. Even though I am not religious, the Entities who reside and help those who come here led religious lives in their time on Earth. This was the most prominent sign that could be given.

I have drawn it on to my hand in this photo to show you what manifested:

Please see my other blog pieces:

Part 1 – Journey to Spirit

Part 2 – Journey to Spirit

Part 3 – Journey to Spirit

Part 4 – Journey to Spirit

Part 5 – Journey to Spirit

Part 6 – Journey to Spirit

Part 7 – Journey to Spirit

Part 8 – Journey to Spirit

An Orb-tal Misty Morning in Abadiania

It’s a Brazilian Life

Journey to Spirit (Part 8) – Revealing Dreams -Abadiania, Brazil

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I had many dreams whilst I was in Abadiania, which had significance to my healing process and being. So I thought I would share some of the interesting  and entertaining ones I had during my time here.

  • One night I had the worst sleep ever, as I felt I’d been travelling out of my body all night. I woke with fresh memories of a couple of dream fragments. Firstly, a girl was making me hurt myself, but the message singing loud and clear during my dream was “Stop hurting yourself”. Then following on from this I found myself in a shopping mall, and had lost my wallet (note: this is interpreted as “security”) at the pharmacy (interpreted as “health”) and I had to go through obstacles to find it. I encountered a large wall and had to climb it, and then it started swinging, but I found a rope and stabilising it, I was able to make it over. Then another section, a man tried to grab me and abuse me sexually, I cried as I watched people (Police) go straight past me without helping me…but I fought through. Finally after the obstacle course I found the Pharmacy, only to realise that I had my wallet all the time. I relaxed and went where I was led out. I saw a gigantic big dirt hill which I ran up, even though it seemed steep and hard. I made it to the top where I was fortunate to see “The Knight” being filmed, there were horses and actors in armour . After this I was led to Area 51 military base, where I saw UFO’s and was taking photos without being caught.
  • I dreamed of moving into a new house across the street, and going through all my items and doing a clean out. This happened after an afternoon of a powerful spiritual clearing operation from the Entities. Ann our Guide stated that John of God was looking the most powerful she had seen to date. After this session my legs felt really bad, the evening they were on fire,burning. But when I woke my energy was amazing. Like others who had operations, I could feel spirit working on my body, tracing outside my mouth, right side of head, stomach, and meridians of the body.
  • In another dream I was holding current (sending love and light energy) for all of Brazil…hehe and in aiding to achieve this I was giving special dark Brazilian chocolate.

 

Please see my other blog pieces:

Part 1 – Journey to Spirit

Part 2 – Journey to Spirit

Part 3 – Journey to Spirit

Part 4 – Journey to Spirit

Part 5 – Journey to Spirit

Part 6 – Journey to Spirit

An Orb-tal Misty Morning in Abadiania

It’s a Brazilian Life

Journey to Spirit (Part 7) – Abadiania, Brazil

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It’s taken me some time to write my experiences of Brazil…here I continue with my journal of events in part 7 , which starts to get into the heart of my emotions.

Saturday

After an early morning breakfast, I headed to the Casa to put a prayer in the triangle and buy some blessed water. The rest of the day is leisurely, catching up with the girls at Frutti’s, relaxing at the Pousada where we would later have a meditation as a group for the first time and finish off with watching the sunset on the top of the majestic hill.

Meditation Session

Our Pousada has a lovely little meditation room, with lots of cushions, idols, incense and peace. At 4pm we all meet outside the room, take off our shoes, and squeeze ourselves into the small space making a circle, and sit side by side each other. Our guide, Ann, hands us two pieces of paper, and leads us through a protective meditation and heart chakra focus.

Quick detour…

Heart Chakra -the fourth Chakra is located in the centre of the chest, over the heart.  This Chakra governs our ability to enact our vocation and live our life lovingly. The colour associated with this Chakra is vivid green. The heart chakra is our ‘centre’ and is about compassion, service and vocation and also about acting lovingly. It’s a spiritual chakra, the first three are considered physical.  It’s about seeing beyond ourselves and being of service to others – to be of use, not to use or not be used by others. Heavy heartedness, grief, pain and anger can live here. Let me tell you from experience with myself and others, this is one of the first chakras to work  on and open up, and it can be very painful! a lot of emotion can come out. I associate it also with forgiveness. The heart processes our emotions for us. We grieve and mourn and equally celebrate and laugh from the heart. We say, “It feels good to get that off of my chest.” Get it?

The meditation focused on FORGIVENESS….and forgiveness comes from the heart chakra. I want to share this link that talks more about forgiveness and the heart.

We were each asked to think about our Mother and our Father, as well as our self, then write what we felt on the pieces of paper at the end of this journey. As I reflected, I could feel my emotions rising and not only that but with my eyes closed I could feel the grief from others within our circle. When we opened our eyes, my tears were evident, I was extremely overcome with emotion, it took me by surprise. The sadness I felt was quite physical on my heart, and it needed to burst and release all the ‘stuff’ that had accumulated. One by one, we went around the circle and shared what we were feeling, but I was so choked up and all I wanted to do was cry and cry, and there was very little I could say in such grief. I felt a deep sadness when I explored forgiveness with one of my parents. People we love generally do not deliberately go out to intentionally hurt us, sometimes they act in a way because it’s all they know, they are operating from Ego, or they are afraid. The sadness I felt was having that exact realisation. It related to them not being able to express love verbally to me- something some find easy and others find not so easy. Some people do not know how to verbalise it to another, they are afraid because they then feel vulnerable, they were never shown or told they were loved, and perhaps those that were supposed to love them, abused them. I explored how I could bridge this when the time was right in order to provide healing to them, and to me.

After the meditation, and after some more tears, and comforting hugs, we took a taxi to the top of the hill, just past the Casa. We did a little releasing ceremony, but putting our notes in a pile and burning them – letting every go. To forgive is be be free and it is something we need to continuously practice in our life. As we walked closer to the top of the hill, a woman was singing a line about ‘forgiveness’, it was certainly added confirmation. We sat on the hill as a friend of ours sang Amazing Grace, as the beautiful sun kissed the earth good night.

A couple of my soul pod members had spiritual experiences here, the  presence of a passed one and message of forgiveness, and symbol seen in the sky. This place I should add is active with UFO’s. In another  post I will share what I saw ;)!!

Let end this post with a quote that I wrote in Abadiania, the place where you can truly learn about being in the now:

TIME STANDS STILL WHEN YOU STOP RACING THE MOMENT AT HAND

Beautiful heart like sunset I took on the hill in Abadiania 🙂

such peace watching the sun set at Abadiania

 

It was like a ritual in Abadiania, people would come and gather each night to bid the sun good night, sing, reflect, send out love, feel peace and just Be!

This beautiful hymn above was sung by Irina Radke at sunset in Abadiania, Brasil. Irina is a singing teacher and group leader at the Casa de Dom Inacio. The Casa is where Medium Joao (aka “John of God”) offers healing to anyone that comes there.

Please see my other blog pieces:

Part 1 – Journey to Spirit

Part 2 – Journey to Spirit

Part 3 – Journey to Spirit

Part 4 – Journey to Spirit

Part 5 – Journey to Spirit

Part 6 – Journey to Spirit

An Orb-tal Misty Morning in Abadiania

It’s a Brazilian Life

Journey to Spirit (Part 6) – Abadiania, Brazil

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The remainder of our Aussies (from Western Australia , New South Wales and Victoria) have arrived at Abadiania, as they too endured the delays caused by the Chilean volcano. They are beautiful souls and it’s an immediate connection.  We spent the morning having breakfast with one another and then Sherril and I went to the Casa to peel a tub of pumpkins for the blessed soup which would be enjoyed over the next three days.

After buying some blessed water, we get a taxi as a group to Casa de Sopa, a project requested by Dr Augusto. It was built with clear instructions – it was not to be a place to feed the poor, but a place where anyone who is hungry can get nourishment. In addition to providing food, it is also involved in helping local children and their families. We took along donations of nappies, and had a tour of the stores (it stocked clothing, blankets, toys and school items).  Afterwards, we sat down at the long tables to enjoy soup, bread, coffee and biscuits with the locals. The light, open aired room was full of woman, children and men of all statuses.

Once again, it is a beautiful cloudless and sunny day in Abadiania. I adore this weather, but because of the spiritual interventions I have endured, I must shield myself with an umbrella or hat as my energy needs to be contained. Whilst the remainder of my soul pod make their way to the sacred waterfall, I prepare myself for another week at Casa and get my ‘whites’ organised. Friday is also Medium Joao’s birthday so there will be a big party near the Casa – they have built a wooden tower which will be used for fireworks, and tents, stage and various musicians will be arranged.

Casa Day (Morning)

It’s an early start today, as it is very busy. This small area is filled with bus loads of Brazilians who have travelled 30-40 hours to visit the Casa, and partake in the birthday celebrations.

Sherril and I enjoyed a crystal bed session ( I was in room 2) and afterwards felt incredibly fuzzy and scattered like my whole energy body is vibrating. We were meant to go into current but the main hall is so jam packed. Sherril ends up holding me (as I have no balance) until we find a bit of the stage to sit on. I was overwhelmed energetically and by the room of emotion and Sherril was in tears – our energy was wide open after the crystal session.

My guide Ann finds me and takes me into the infirmary or recovery room at the Casa – it is generally used for people who have had visible intervention (surgery) or are overwhelmed by energy and need to recover. It feels incredibly peaceful in here and I am placed into a bed with my eyes shut. It smells like fresh roses in here, and has feminine energy. I am told it is Mary’s room. It felt like I was there for about 15 minutes before I was given some blessed water and then taken by Ann to see the Entity again. He told me I needed another operation (this would occur in the afternoon). At lunch we realised that all but two of us were going to have interventions.

Casa Day (Afternoon)

We headed back in the early afternoon to get a seat ready to be called for operations. As I sat in the main hall waiting, I went into a trance – I could see everything around me but I was in a different brainwave and I could feel hot and cold pins and needles all over my body! The Casa filled up quickly and when the operation line was called, Ann helped me up. A man in a wheelchair refused to move and I had to climb over him to get out it was so busy. I went from zen to an eruption of tears instantly. As I entered the surgery room, I felt a cool air and anaesthetic smell. I received my script by entity and placed it on my lap. I sensed how crowed the room was, and a baby was crying. During the invisible surgery I felt what appeared to be a knife down my lower back. Ann helped me out and I sat on a  bench outside as she went off to obtain my capsules. Sitting there alone, I burst into tears (without conscious emotion) and continued to weep. A lovely Brazilian woman put her hand to my head and kissed my forehead.

It was going to be another 24 hours in bed for me…where I felt burning feet and legs – apparently a good sign. I slept well on and off for the entire time with no contact or stimulation of any kind.

When we were all recovered from operations we met up at Frutti’s for our favourite juices and got to know each other better ( I’m still hanging for an Acai pudding at Frutti’s, which comes with banana, molasses and mango cream). Later we meandered for a nightcap further down the road; a delicious Dandelion coffee at Grainne’s Cafe Central – famous for their chocolate gooey cookies. Whilst there, a group of 10 or so Judo students and their teacher stopped out front on the road and gave us a demonstration. They were seeking donations (spending money) for a tournament in Rio. Apparently Medium Joao was paying for all their airfares.

Friday Casa Experience

Today is to be my first experience in Current, but because it was Joao’s birthday, things were delayed in getting started and so my plans changed a little. A special military band had come to play for Joao, and he passed me with his volunteers, to hear the huge tubas and trumpets in his honour. One song played was the Bee Gees “How deep is your Love”. My legs were sore after waiting and standing that I decided to take a taxi back to the pousada and attempt Casa in the afternoon. I enjoyed the time writing in the dining room, skyping with a friend and enjoying the warmth of a Brazilian day. A lovely girl called Amy from the US, approached me when I was sitting at the table and told me  I was a beautiful person with a beautiful heart. Even though we’d never really spoken, this place is like that, you can talk from the heart with no ulterior motives – just Love.

 

Arriving in the afternoon, four of us joined the current for the 2pm session. Even though it is hard to sit in the wooden bench seats for so long, I did my best to give my energy to all the people passing through the door on their way to see the Entity. Often as people passed I could see flashes of darkness around some or vibrant light, all with my eyes shut of course. Grainne led our current session, motivating us with beautiful words among the music. There were times I felt like putting my hand up to leave and go to the bathroom, relieve my legs (as I was aching all over), but I didn’t want to disappoint myself or let the medium or others down. So I endured this meditation, and thought about Medium Joao, how for 54 years he has sacrificed himself as an unconscious medium to sit for hours on end to help others. I listened as hundreds of people come through the lines. Buses of people from all over the country , often poor, who have made an arduous trip here to see the Entity.

When we finally come out of current, it was 7pm at night and quite dark and the birthday festivities for Medium Joao had already started. Even though I had just spent 5 hours in meditation, I felt oddly energised despite the initial disorientation. I went back to the Pousada for dinner and change of clothes, then headed down to the party. It was so crowded and quite hard for me to stand without support. After some guidance from another, we took photos and captured the magic of spiritual orbs evidently celebrating Joao’s big day too. As the flash went off, I could see the glitter of energy reflect back.

This is just to show you an example of a photograph by a friend of mine,(no orbs showing) yet in my photos above there are Orbs 🙂

After watching the formalities, a couple of us decided to head to Frutti’s and repose a little. More and more people we knew joined our table and it was a lot of fun. I enjoyed a Acai double drink with acai, cashew nut, cane sugar, coconut and mineral water. After a big day, I was so tired, and literally crashed once my head hit the pillow. I slept so well.

Please see my other blog pieces:

Part 1 – Journey to Spirit

Part 2 – Journey to Spirit

Part 3 – Journey to Spirit

Part 4 – Journey to Spirit

Part 5 – Journey to Spirit

An Orb-tal Misty Morning in Abadiania

It’s a Brazilian Life

The Secret Life of Me#1 – California Dreaming

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In my early teens I would buy international travel magazines or special editions, I would dream about travelling to exotic places, or imagine adventures, like desert road trips in the US, california dreaming, seeing the pyramids of Mexico, or picturesque Canadian mountains. Sometimes I would hold onto a magazine that had inspiring photographic scenes or places, or decors of how I dreamed my house could be inspired by…earthy, with cultural pieces, antiques, Moroccan or ethnic tiles… then there was this perfume sample enclosed “New West” with watermelon notes, steeped in oak moss and musky undertones….it would imbue the magazine each time I opened it…I had to have it of course!…. scent is powerful for association, and it made me think of the spirit of the west coast, the earth, wind, sea and fresh summery days…and well the freedom that travel invoked…..The matte printed pages were well worn in that magazine!

Journey to Spirit (Part 5) – Abadiania, Brazil

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I woke up early, and took the quiet early morning road to the Casa with Sherril to have a Crystal bed session we had booked. Each crystal bed room is numbered, and each room is very different energetically. This time I tried room number 2  – and from this point on it became my favourite. I felt SO spaced out, in a good way, that I needed to reground before walking again. Sherril commented that I looked different. I have to say that in generally this place left me totally blissed out, and all my concerns and worries melted away.

After our beautiful auric wash we headed back to the Luz Divina Pousada.  At 11am Selito Jose Dos Santos, a self taught artist, was coming to do a soul painting for Sherril and I. We initially met Selito at Frutti’s, where he is often found, and he is well known by everyone here. He was immediately drawn to me, in particular my eyes, commenting on their beauty when introduced to me.

We meditated for a while until Selito arrived on his zippy motorbike, and walked through the gate in a confident manner – white shirt covered like his palette, full of colours, helmet, oil paints, tiles and a genuinely big smile. We sojourned to the tranquil garden under the shade of a Mango tree, and relaxed.

Selito is an interesting character. He understands English but speaks very little of it, and has the most beautiful childlike energy about him. He would become known to several of us as the gem of Brazil. He would also become my biggest fan and admirer during my time in Abadiania. He has a happy and funny disposition, and is quite often found singing randomly as he paints or if out and about.

Selito is no ordinary artist, he is a spiritual artist who does not use canvases or brushes to create his masterpieces  – which he charges 30 Reis. He uses simply oil paints, white tiles, a rag, his fingers and Spirit, and within 10-15 minutes produces something special and unique to you. To connect with you, he stares at your eyes briefly, as if looking to see something further beyond the physical. Then he goes into a state of creative focus, with liquid precision the paint colours are added, and the image, and symbols, begin to come alive on the tile as your own personal soul story materialises.

According to information I have found, Selito (a former house painter), many years ago fell 57 feet accidently. He survived without injury and was still conscious when medical support arrived. He had no head trauma, but soon after the idea of painting came to him. He just began to paint, and paint, but was not comfortable with brushes, and so soon began using his fingers.  From that point on he began creating meaningful and beautiful nature based paintings that connect to an individual’s soul. Without formal art training, he believes he is guided by spirit guides.

The following video is my second painting being done before I left Abadiania…

My first painting is simply stunning – azure blues, full of waterfalls, trees and two pink love birds sitting in a tree (we call this OOh LA LA and is a sign of love-  Selito confirms this in later meetings in not so many words), a winding path leading to light. Unfortunately Selito is not able to interpret these paintings to us, because if you have spirit surgery you are not able to have any alternative therapies, or intuitive readings for 40 days thereafter. Selito seems to take a fancy to me in this second meeting, and tries to persuade me to go off with him on his motorbike and visit a waterfall.

All our paintings - mine is the first left in top row

After my beautiful painting is completed, Sherril and I casually make our way to Ann’s stunning cottage for a Sunday Chicken Roast lunch. It is a festive affair, with new and old friends gathering to share conversations about the magic of Abadiania, and of faeries, angels, orbs and miracles. All this accompanied by a sumptuous feast of fresh market vegetables – pumpkin, potato, carrot, broccolini, followed by Tapioca dessert with cream, cheese board and chocolate/coconut pastry in the tropical Brazilian surrounds.

This place is so inspiring, filled with energy, and I feel incredibly blessed. After a full belly of lunch, and full heart, I return to my Pousada and lay in the hammock to reverie. Tomorrow, for 10 REIS, Sherril and I will get a manicure (my first) and Ann will give us an orientation on the Casa. There may be a trip to the majestic and blessed waterfall – however I don’t actually feel a kin to this for some reason, nor feel safe going there.

There is a library in the pousada, and I take the book ‘The Help’ from the shelves and begin to read…

A Romantics Christmas – Photographic Poetry

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A Romantics Christmas – Photographic Poetry

I’ve been dreaming of a white christmas – filled with snow wonder, a magical escape with ice-sparkled days and romantic wood fire nights. I don’t know why, I think it’s been compounded by my sentimental nature, and romantic movies like ‘Love Actually’ and ‘The Holiday’, which resound as favourites, and a feeling of comfort, togetherness and love. Plus, the fact living in the southern hemisphere, Christmas time is always in the Summer – with sweltering warm days and blue skies.

So I dream of being hand in hand with the love of my life, filled with warmth in my heart and spirit, as we gratefully appreciate the ending of one cycle of a year, ready to encounter the next. Days of wrapping  ourselves up and enjoying beautiful coloured city lights, or going out to build a snowman, making angel wings, laughing, slipping, and falling down together. Not to mention,  stealing spontaneous kisses under the mistletoe….

So in the spirit of Christmas and with the heart of a romantic novelist…let me set the mood

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Unlock the door of your heart –
Enter the gentleness within.
Open the window of your soul –
Breathe in the season of miracles.
No matter how far you’ve traveled,
It’s time to come home now,
Where Christmas abounds in love.

Surgery & Comraderie – Journey to Spirit 2011 (Part 4)– Abadiânia, Brazil

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Surgery & Comraderie – Journey to Spirit 2011 (Part 4)– Abadiânia, Brazil

It’s 2pm and it’s surgery time! I arrived at the Casa with my guide Ann, and fellow soul pod companion, Sherril, and waited to go into surgery. We entered the main hall, sat down and once again, I immediately burst into tears, as the energy was overwhelming. Sherril fetched me some blessed water to calm me down and it did. When the lines were called for surgery, Ann walks me through all the current and medium rooms and I observe people deep in meditation, eyes shut, and very relaxed. I enter the surgery or blessing room and immediately feel a zephyr of air and smell of psychic anaesthetic – this is evidence of the spirit doctor working in here. I felt very calm, and sat down with hands on my legs, palms facing up and eyes gently closed.

Me and Sherril at the Casa lookout

Whilst sitting there, prayers are recited in Portuguese, and then repeated in English. You are asked if you want a physical or spiritual operation. Physical is when an individual needs to feel or actually be touched (i.e. cut open etc by Joao) and spiritual or invisible is where spirits work through your body and energy, but still cutting and performing a surgery on you. It is said that your soul knows what you need and that if you are asked what kind of surgery you want your hand will either voluntarily raise up or not. As for me I chose a spiritual surgery, so in doing so, I placed my right hand over my heart, and allow spirit to work on my whole being.

I don’t know how long I was sitting there for, time stands still in this place and doesn’t seem to exist. With my prescription in hand and vibrationally charged for me, I await for the surgery to be over. Shakily I move outside after the surgery and get debriefed on the post surgery instructions:

You may feel anesthetised or light headed afterward. You will collect a prescription for a post-operation herb (Passiflora) which has no real benefit; it is the vibration of energy that Entity has placed into them that is of benefit.

Post operation instructions include the following:

  • Do not eat pork, chilli peppers, spicy food, or drink alcohol while taking the herbs.
  • You will be instructed to not engage in sex for 40 days (to conserve all your energy for healing).
  • You will be instructed to stay out of the sun for at least 7 days (to conserve your energy)
  1. You will write your name, home address, country and the pousada where you are staying on a piece of paper and leave it in the basket in the first office. This is so the Spirits can work on you while you are in Abadiania and for one year after you return home.  It is also so they can visit you to remove any stitches.
  2. You will then take a taxi to your Pousada and rest for 24 or more hours. Do not walk. Some people feel exhausted for a 2nd day. Even if you feel fine, remain in bed for 24 hours. Not 15 or 22, but at least 24 hours.
  3. Lay in bed, with your eyes closed. No sun, no lifting, no exercise, no long walks for 8 days, and take it easy for 40 days. So I spend the days walking around with an umbrella to shield myself, along with everyone else. Such a shame to have left the winter of home, to come to tropical weather, yet not able to enjoy it – that would come later though J
  4. We are also unable to leave a large radius of the area in which we are living, known to many as the bubble or vortex. You need to get permission to go outside of the main street.

Whilst waiting outside, Ann collects my prescription and then arranges a taxi back to Luz Divina Pousada. I now rest for 24 hours. Even though I was so tired from days of travelling I still felt very unrested or overtired. After surgery, my entire body ached all over, I felt totally wiped out and my entire legs were on fire, burning. Being in my room for 24 hours to rest, without contact or stimulation was welcomed by me.

After 24 hours I emerged at dinner time, and Ann had bought me one of Frutti’s fabulous Strawberry Shakes. I attempted to face the energy of people around me – it was very difficult – I was so shaky, my energy open and exposed. After some food, I began to feel my grounded again.

Following dinner there was a talk and photographic slideshow of Joao (and incorporation) by Karen Lefner, Joao’s only photographer. It was amazing to see and hear about his life. I enjoyed this, and then had the best night’s sleep ever.

Saturday

By this stage, my days begin to blur. I begin to learn what truly being in the ‘Now’ actually means. Time doesn’t matter here and my mind is set aside for the soul and heart to operate for maximum healing and experiences in Abadiania. Only Ego (the mind) operates on past and present.

Sherril and I take our time to enjoy the beautiful breakfasts we would become accustomed to – fresh watermelon, payaya, mango, avocado, traditional Brazilian cheese rolls, and beautiful jam. After a leisurely breakfast we walk down the Casa, umbrella’s in hand (we have to remain covered for the next 8 days) and have strict rules in place for diet and activity.

The Casa is open every day, but the sessions with John of God operate Wednesday, Thursday and Friday only. Sherril and I take pieces of paper from the office and write prayers, and wishes, for ourselves, loved ones, friends and family. We enter the main Hall, where we remove our shoes, walk up to the stage and place them in the blessed triangle.  You place your head in the centre of the triangle and your hands touch the outside of it. This sacred triangle is like an interdimensional portal, an energy vortex, and people have been known to feel as if they are sucked into it or that the wall doesn’t exist.

After our blessings we go to the beautiful Casa lookout and meditate. It’s so beautiful here, there are an array of wooden benches here, or just outside of the canopy. It’s a silent area, where you can reflect, or listen to the birds, watch a wandering cow in the fields below and just to Be. Following this a trip to the Casa Bookshop, which is where you can purchase crystal beds, blessed water, buy crystals, books, cds and an array of gifts, all blessed by entity.

On the way back to our Pousada, we stop at Frutti’s – this place is like an institution. We would frequent here 1-2 times each day. My favourite drink at this point is the Strawberry Shake. This place has such an open and friendly ambiance, brightly yellow painted with murals, open aired, and fresh produce. Out the back is like a tropical garden of lush palms, exotic flower trees, and tables with a earthy feel. On certain days they play movies at night for a donation or welcome travellers who wish to share their music. This place is where you get to meet others from all over the world, and catch up with your group. The experience in this small part of town actually reminds me of growing up in a small community. Similarly we didn’t use our mobile phones, and if you wanted to find someone, it usually happened at the right time, or you just ‘knew’ where you would bump into them.

I was humbled by Sherril’s words to me, that I’m an inspiration to her – that every step I take for me is like walking into the unknown. Her demonstrated emotion and care touched me – she said I display such courage. I admit, nobody realises how my very walking is a waking miracle because I refuse to never give up or question what is impossible. The remainder of the day was one of resting, as I felt very tired.

Dinner was shared with my group in the evening. At the moment there are only a few of us, as our remaining Aussies are still stuck in Sydney due to the Chile volcano which has delayed their flights. We adopted an American at Frutti’s; Catherine was travelling alone and like any one new to coming here, you really need a guide and we welcomed her into our Soul Pod.

Topping off this day, we cruised along to Frutti’s for conversation, Keylime pie, and hot chocolate before retiring to bed at 8pm, and slept til 6am.

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