HOW I STARTED TO REMEMBER A VERY COMPLICATED STORY:
Remember, Neptune entered Pisces in April 2011.
The occult and somewhat fun occult life of the planet.
February 2010. The plane has landed in Frankfurt; all is cold, damp, white and grey. No sun, just the icy feeling of a frosted mantel covering my shoulders and soul. The car weaves through a serpentine narrow road across the old forest, once the home of druids and fairies. I am meeting a group of French and German students in the famous Alsace-Lorraine territory, that the two nations have quarreled about for centuries. We want to share feelings and hopes.
The austere buildings spread their arms like a reddish, disturbing penitentiary for longstanding ghosts, claiming the powerful vortex that was once secretly known as the territory of the immemorial gods. What is left of the old cult are the landscape, the trees, the Pagan Wall and an unfathomable, quiet sense of power: beyond spirits and fairies, the dragon lies beneath, invisible, yet loudly claiming its territory. The most amazing treasures are hidden away from a rather boring church: two igloo-like, dull little chapels, locked to the ignorant traveler. The neophyte must first endure the initiatory path of the French recalcitrant and retrograde administration to be introduced to the vicar and then to awhispering, aging clerk clutching old iron keys… then, the penitent slides on the icy path, restraining his excitement to avoid breaking a leg… But then, when the old doors are pushed and the lights turned on…. What a reward! The chapels’ wombs embrace the marveled visitors, revealing sumptuous mosaics: the Chapel of the Tears, and the Angels Chapel, once dedicated to the Archangel Michael.
A few miles away from the formal Abbey still survives, on a hill, a humble and tiny sanctuary dedicated to Saint Michael the Archangel…. Nothing there for the human mind or senses. All is in the air, a palpable, mysterious, ancient, overwhelming Presence. The site was once home to the gods Mercury and Lug. Presumably, and around the 12th century, the hill was called Herstenstein, in connection to the Goddess Hertha. Not far from the Saint Michael Chapel lays a dry basin, half cut directly in the rock and called Hexenkreis or Hexenshule, the Witches circle or school circle, where centuries of rituals have left a reddish scent of blood.
My first night at the hostel is peaceful. There is no place for luxury but the rooms are clean. No jet lag, my body is relaxing and happy. The candidates to the retreat arrive in small groups, lifting up my heart at the thought of our meeting. Most of the rooms have a skylight window, on the slanted roof. Although it is snowing, I leave the window slightly open. After a few hours of quiet sleep, I suddenly feel snatched by a nightmare. There is a knife brandished in front of my eyes! Someone is threatening Me, trying to kill me using a sharp blade; a voice repeats out loud: “plot, there is a plot, plot, there is plot”. I startle and pull my eyes open as I discover a huge owl staring at me, almost above my head, on the window. She screeches without stop: the plot, wake up, the plot. Although a little shocked, I decide to go back to sleep and be fresh for the workshop, but the owl keeps calling Me, commanding Me to stay awake: “wake up, the plot, the plot”. And so on, for hours.
On the morning, I walk into the meeting room, determined, and following my insights, grab four people at first. Then, another intuition, I push back Jeanne, the witch, and keep M, V and L:
Jeanne, all excited and disappointed: No, I want to be with you… I want to participate.
But I firmly scorn and dismiss her, as a child. I have made an enemy…. If she was not one yet….
Sitting in a corner:
- “let’s talk and finish this… Something came up. Karma….
While telling them about the nightmare and the owl:
-“well, we were involved in the same story, in Egypt, and you plotted, probably against me. More persons were part of the scheme, but you were the leaders.”
They all look pretty surprised, may be feeling the seriousness of our drama, or … are they intimidated?
A few minutes later, the seminar began and I honestly believed that our open conversation would transmute our little karmic problem. Years later, we haven’t completed the challenge! Kiya is back into the picture!
A few months later, the spiritual family is supposed to meet twice for wonderful moments of sharing, once in Sweden, for a workshop in Stockholm, one of the strongholds of the Illuminati; and then a supposed Wesak full moon in Egypt, with meditation in the Great Pyramid. Planning, suitcases, longing, excitement, each one adds a different spice to the anticipated reunions.
A few days before leaving for Stockholm, My Presence becomes suddenly very talkative and loud:
- Pay attention. Look at the chart for the Wesak.
As soon as I draw the astrological chart, I realize that I have made a mistake. This year, the Wesak will not occur in May, but in April, exactly when I am supposed to teach in Stockholm. All is ready; many have booked hotels and planes. Since my arrival on this planet, I have only cancelled one workshop, because I had been informed of a death threat… and I have never made a mistake about the Wesak…. Weird…. Very determined I argue with My Divine Self:
- … Impossible to cancel”, I am committed.
- You have to. The mistake was necessary, because you have to be on your own in Egypt, not with the group. You have to be there in April!
- I cannot do that do I stubbornly answer!
No more words; the Presence is mute; yet, Its enormous energy surrounds my little 5.7 feet carcass as a fortress of immutability.
- ….
… and leaves….
News alert… a volcano in Iceland, Eyjafjallajökull, is acting up! All airline traffic is suspended…. Europe is covered by ashes… the Presence is back, giggling giant, boasting a humorous mood,
- Now, Beloved, … how do you want to go to Sweden? Why don’t we check the air traffic … South… towards Cairo?
Cancelling the workshop still does not feel right, but the Divine Plan is my priority and we have now a good heated point! Well, a little smoky … the next concern is to book a new reservation for the Pyramid with the Egyptian government. Miracle — The Universe and My Consciousness are very powerful and practical— there is an opening. I can rent the Giza Pyramid for two hours again early morning. Like usual, I leave without awareness of the program. It will be the closure of the cycle, 12900 years cycle; the end that so many, new agers and opportunists, with or without the Mayan Solar Stone, have predicted for 2012!
One little glitch: I have asked V, my friend and student, to travel with me/Me. I love and trust her. Without any doubt, I feel comfortable and we have fun together. We will meet in Cairo. My body starts screaming with a fiery skin-rash. I try to believe that the low vibration of the crowd is affecting me; yet, an unusual, muffled stream or anger is building up towards her, deep down in my guts.
