Reading for 2017

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Higher Insight 5

Higher insight 5
Whilst at Moncaret when I was about to leave, I got a message from Yvonne saying she dreamt about me last night. As I believe there are no coincidences, and I had been thinking of getting a reading, so I rang and asked for a reading using the crystal ball, which she sees images in. So here is what she saw.

First she saw a crown and a king in gold light.
She saw an egg split in half with gold on the edges.
One half was clear, the other half unclear, foggy.
`It was like I was high up in the universe looking down on earth.’

The LHS was rolling hills and sky, that changed to reveal volcanoes and lava flows and a central hole between the two halves of the egg, an extinct crater
Then she was shown two parallel lines from very high up.

`Then it zoned in on EUROPE when I saw the split in the earth. There were two parallel cracks, then Inoticed they were over lapping like the fault line in the plates. It was dry barren land,I was told Italy, then told a second earthquake which would be in Turkey or Middle East.’

`I watched this crack run into the sea. Then I started to see volcanic ash and lava running down. I was getting close-up of the lava. It was like a movie. The two sided egg shape was constantly changing. It was like a huge crystal in the shape of an egg. Where the yolk would be, was where I saw the visions and the white of the egg was gold in colour.’

The RHS cleared to reveal Turkey on a map and a huge split forming in the Middle East and the earth splitting in two. The darkness on the RHS began to clear.

`The visions were of various ancient spirits like Caesar and gladiator with heavy head gear on. Angels with huge wings and doves flying up an Jesus with his arms outstretched – wearing a long white gown with clouds all around him which I thought could represent Brazil.’

On the LHS a rainbow formed in the sky and waves of rainbow light.
She saw Caesar was the king with a very heavy helmet and a woman.
She saw a Chinaman with a hat and forked stick. At first she thought the forked stick might have been an agricultural fork but later that it might be a divining rod. He had a piece of cloth on his head now and a pigtail which became a topknot.
I’m already in the golden light why am I worrying?
There was another man, calmer and more aligned with the energies who came later.

The earthquake is near very dry barren land and goes into the sea – a tsunami.
She saw Jesus standing in a white robe, arms outstretched with healing hands.
She also was looking into a volcanic lake, like Wilpena Pound but smaller and filled with water. The surface around the lake is very dry.

My interpretation is she was shown a history of the site. First the Roman, then the medieval, the monk was the other man. The master Lao Tsu was the Chinaman, confirmation for me, and rainbow light is earth ascending. It seems volcanic eruptions are signs of the earth changes and the split between light and dark will occur this way. I also felt it was a warning for my hosts and was able to convey that to them. It was confirmation it was definitely time for me to be headed home, as I had asked to be in Australia, when the changes happen. I left the next day for Paris.

I visited the Church of St Eustache which is within walking distance of the Hotel du Pont Neuf, where I again stayed. It was built between 1532 and 1640. It took more than a century due to religious wars and lack of funds. Built next to a pre- Christian road between Lutece and Montmartre, I was again on an energy site. A Triptyque The Life of Christ is a recent addition to its master works, by American Keith Haring in bronze and white gold, it is dedicated to a cure for AIDS. The church also has a long musical tradition including a recent visit by the Melbourne Choir.

I later walked along the banks of the Seine, which recently flooded to its highest peak ever and wondered where the water had come from, it seemed so dry. It didn’t really rain for the 2 months I was there and the sunflowers which were in bloom when I arrived couldn’t be harvested due to lack of rain. img_1230

img_0736As I left the grapes were ready to harvest and hanging from the vines, hopefully to be harvested in the next few weeks.

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Le Puy Camino 4

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So I had completed the Camino by driving and doing alignments of the energy at both ends of the Camino in 3 weeks. I could not have done this part of the trip without Marion, I am eternally grateful for her help.

This part of my trip was over and what was I to do next? Well Yvonne had seen me with a volcano in the background whilst doing a reading for me before I left Australia and I knew I had to go to the valley of the volcanoes. I was to do this section without Marion, so I reorganized the car hire and took off alone. I headed for Clermont/Ferrand On the motorway in a NE direction. The disadvantage with travelling on the motorway is you have to stop by going off at one of the exits, there are only a very few rest areas and no toilets. You have to go onto usually a bar to find somewhere to go to the toilet. I had booked a place at Clermont/Ferrand and when I got there after a long day’s drive, I could not find the place. Eventually after driving around with nowhere to stop, I gave up, drove out of town and cancelled. It was one of the few places on Booking.com that won’t allow cancellation, so I had to pay and wrote that in my review of the place, which gave them a bad rating. At that stage, I couldn’t use the GPS which wasn’t working. If you are going to drive anywhere in France, it’s essential to have a working GPS. There are so many towns off the motorway with very poor signage, usually to only the next small town and without a GPS, it’s impossible and you frequently get lost.

I drove out of town and found a camping area. I was tired and it looked like rain, so I slept in the car which was not very comfortable and not a very good start. It rained overnight and was overcast in the morning, Fortunately it improved. So I followed the route to Puy de Dome which is the most spectacular volcanic sight in France. Later I headed for Mont Dore which is a ski field

After viewing the two volcanic plugs on the way to Mont Dore which was a spectacular panorama, I was In the high country, just below the tree line, I came across a beautiful lake with a hotel at the other side, trees down to the water and bare hills. I just wanted to stay there, it reminded me of the high country in Australia. I walked in and asked for a room and met Natalie who spoke English and felt I knew her. She said she had travelled a lot in her younger days, dived in many countries and she and her partner Eric had just moved from Paris in high paying jobs to change their lives and move back to his ancestral land, brought the hotel and started running it only a month ago. Here finally was a kindred soul on the same journey I’ve been on.

It had been slow going in the rain but once I got to Lake Guery it stopped and so did I. I stayed for a week and did the earth healing work from there, checking out volcanic plugs and the volcanic spas, some from Victorian times such as the Thermes at Mont Dore which is an architectural marvel. It operates in the morning as a spa and in the afternoon takes tour groups in French which you have to book. I felt a bit strange from the air in the Thermes. There’s a bubbling spring in the foyer with gas being released and upstairs is Caesar’s Spring ( they were Roman baths to begin) which has different gas being released. The different vents are for different ailments and in Victorian times when flu/bronchitis was prevalent, the rich and famous came to breathe the gases for relief, a whole room is set up with individual stalls for this purpose. It’s all very old fashioned and rather than therapy were more like torture. The main room has a fresco impression of Roman times and the roof is white and amber glass bricks, letting in the light.The columns are marble but some are hollow striped timber, not structural. It’s in serious need of restoration. I had a spa in Mont Dore, which they call a bath and went on a funicular ride to the top of the mountain. There were cars up there with bikes and walking tracks and the ride itself was spectacular of the town and the Funicular.

So on Monday 22nd, I heard a loud explosion like a sonic boom at 1.30 .I was swiming at the modern pool at Bourboule which also has an ancient Thermes. The modern pool has massage jets, spa jets and bubbling jets from several points in the pool. A mushroom rain shower in the children’s pool, a bridge over section of the pool, fast flowing water courses within the pool, it’s amazing. It was after this I heard the explosion. I had just done a toning and the next day was the earthquake in Perugia and I was told it had something to do with that, relieving the pressure as I understand it.

The next day I was at Puy de Dome, a volcano at 1465 metres and is the most well known in France. Originally there was a Roman temple to Mercury on top, a very difficult place to build. It does snow up there. I climbed part of the muletiers track to the summit, but realised it was too difficult with my pacemaker and tried to find the train to no avail.

I found an airstrip at the bottom and watched the trains go up and did a toning there. Puy de Dome was the site of a grand prize of 100,000 francs for the first aviator to attain the summit, from Paris, and circuit it. Eugene Renaux with a passenger in 1911 after 5hrs 11 mins did it.

The atmospheric conditions on Puy de Dome with temperature inversions and other phenomena meant that an antennae was constructed in 1952. This acts like an acupuncture point into the earth and is why I was guided away, at the base to do the toning and put in a light point. The Pelugia earthquake in Italy was a release of energy somewhere along the fault line. When I was at the airstrip I did a meditation, in a grassy wooded area and my vision was shifting again. It was a high energy site after I did the work there. I left and got lost and was shape shifting again. Still looking for where the train went from, I ended up at Vulcanian, another volcanic plug that had been mined and is now an amazing educational facility with another train to talk passengers around the mined area, exposing different layers. There was an explosion shed, which kids would love, but I couldn’t go in to witness, because of the pacemaker. There was also an amazing 3D film, how it would have been during an active volcanic event. My days on the Museum Planet of Minerals Team came flooding back. It’s called Volcano de Lemptegy and I highly recommend it especially for children

I’d was led to another to the south where the later volcanos are, they having passed over the hotspots in the earth’s magma later as the plates were moving north. I wanted to see Puy de Mary which was quite a long drive from Lake de Guery. I kept going to St Saturne which is where I thought Puy de Mary was, when I stopped at St Bonnet du Condat. I went into the Church there in the Square which was open, very simple, old, but lots of energy, there was an altar to a nun which may have accounted for the energy. I assumed it was from the cliffs beside the road but I was led on towards Dienne, where I saw a church right on a high point overlooking the valley of the Santoire River. It was a narrow road to it past a Lac de Pechers which had the remains of a glacial moraine. I climbed up to a cross with a black
Jesus, above the church. I did a toning there and then rested in the shade on the earth, I was so tired. I realised I’m here to stabilise this area for the energy increases in September I felt that this toning was for all the volcanic plugs in the valley of the Santoire and once again I heard a sonic boom as I did at Bourboule. Since then there was the Pelugia earthquake.

When I got back Natalie had double booked my room and asked if I wanted to stay in another hotel or take the room of a staff member who was staying somewhere else overnight. I opted for this. I stayed another night and then moved on. There has been another earthquake in Vanuatu and it seems there’s another build up with the energy increase. . Timing is everything with this work and that’s not really under my control.My last day I went to Lake Adyar. I first called at Lake Servieres which is a glacial moraine lake, so no swimming, but fishing is allowed. It’s in the forest , so is lower down than Lake Guery. So I went to Lac Adyat which is lower again and as it was hot, went for a swim. There was boats out sailing and people rowing. More and more people kept arriving. There were houses being built, it was quite a thriving community but nowhere did I see meditation offered or massages or crystals.

When I left Lac fe Guery, I had trouble-finding the petrol station.I drove three times through Bourboule before I finally stopped and asked for directions. It was hidden in a back street away from the historic centre of town, as was common in France. I was following A89 and stopped at Gorges of the Dordogne for a swim and decided to stay and camp on the dam. Left Bost des Orgues the campsite, heading for Sarlat and went to the wrong Sarlat. Again I found more volcanoes, Puy Bacon and others and a very high energy area around Etang de Mayrignac near Aurialac. So I headed for Sarlat the second time and stumbled on a wedding at Terrasson and the wedding party at a Castle des Fleurieu. I found a campsite at Thenon but by then was past Sarlat so I didn’t see the Lascaux Caves, but found the area interesting. It was raining when I woke and a Sunday when most things are closed in France, so I drove on back to Velines through Bergerac.

After my visit to Velines, which resulted in my needing a place to write up my experiences, I was led to l’ Archeron in the Bassin de L’Archeron near Bordeaux. I first went to a port in Archeron where I met someone who guided me to Dune de Pyla to find a campsite. I stayed at the dune which is a tourist trap, for one night and moved on further down the coast. I found a beach at Le Vivier and asked for an unpowered campsite. They offered me a Masai tent with cooking facilities and a shower and toilet. It was at a very reasonable rate as it was end of season, so I took it and stayed. One of the things that impressed me was free parking beside the beach and an admittedly long walk to the surf, but the town of Biscarosse was small and a short distance away. I was in a pine forest, a different type of pine with a canopy and not much undergrowth and it was quiet and had a pool. Everything I could ask for and I was able to do a first draft of the Camino by road, and travelling in France. It also is an area of lakes behind the beaches and these are huge and have boating facilities and towns along the shore.

So the first few days I did some washing and did a trip to Cap Ferrat which was a long drive. I tried to drive around the bay from L’Aguillon and has difficulty finding the way at first. I finally found the A3 which made it easier by using the GPS. The Cape is a migratory bird refuge as is much of the bay. It’s also a protected Marine Sanctuary. There are oyster leases on the shores. It is here that the houses on stilts are, part of the bird sanctuary There are also a unique type of wooden boat built here, which I found interesting. The Cap Ferrat signs change to Point Belvidaire which I found confusing. It is where the rich from Bordeaux have houses. There is more or less continuous development along the shore, but it’s natural and pretty. On 2nd Sept my vision was shifting again with the energy influx and I began to try and alter my ticket departure date. I started work on Sept 6 and concentrated on writing and getting in essentials. I really need to be in a safe, quiet space to work

Left Biscarosse on 15th Sept thinking I had finished the work I was here to do. On my return to Velines I called at the medieval city of Saint Emillion which is the wine growing centre of Bordeaux and had lunch in The Caballiers and, in the oldest part of the town in an underground cloister, I found the only gem and jewellery business, I’ve seen in France Lucimil Bijoux, and spoke to him and told him that the gems where increasing the energy of the town. It’s a beautiful medieval city but the last place I expected to find signs of the New Age, new energies. As Marion is in London, I decided to stay at L’Olivier in Moncaret but before going there, I went to the Roman ruins, which Marion had said not to miss.

The site is a vast villa from 1st century AD and was inhabited until the 5th century. It included a residence and farm buildings. Later in the 11th century Benedictine monks from Abbey of Saint Florentine les Saumur, nearby, built a church on the abandoned site. The cemetery and village grew up around it. In 1827 a mosaic was discovered by Pierre Martial Tauziac. Then in 1873 the Abbot Delpeyrat who was the priest in Moncaret, noticed a tomb and other object in the rubble being used to build the station. Pierre as a child, collected these and other finds and in 1921 the remains of the villa where listed as a historic monument. Much of the villa lies beneath the church and village. The residence was luxurious and had a courtyard surrounded by galleries with reception rooms to the west and thermal baths and wine-making facilities. Most of the rooms were decorated with mosaics. The decoration of local plants and animals and geometries are part of the local theme in decoration and the tesserae, tiles are of limestone and terracotta.

After visiting the Roman ruins, I realised I had not visited the church which is right in the middle of the ruins, so I went back to visit the church. There were some people standing outside, so I followed them in. They shook hands with me and I stayed . The energy was very high and I photographed a statue of St James and also the Virgin Mary in a side altar and felt to stay. It was a prayer service. They sang beautifully to begin and had a reading from the bible in French and then sat in silent prayer and meditation. The energy was very high and I felt this was how the early Christians first worshipped here. I was getting the message that the energy line goes in the direction of Lyon. So I discovered the Le Puy Camino.

The hotel L’Olivier is right across the road from the Church and part of the original Roman villa and estate, right on the energy line again. I had only booked for one night and so they offered me the room upstairs which they don’t usually rent because of ‘Big Ben’, the church bells which ring on the hour. My second night I spent there and as the client had not turned up they offered that I could move back downstairs. Then he rang and said he is coming tomorrow, so now I’m upstairs `Big Ben’. There is obviously a reason but what? It was quite hilarious using a translation device to work this out, it had us in stitches laughing as what it made of all this.

Tomorrow is another high energy day and I have a backache and so am resting and writing this on the energy line and awaiting to see what happens next. I leave here on Monday to take the car back and catch the train to Paris. This morning I did Tai Chi in the garden and found an old water pump. When I asked, I found it is a well 30 metres deep and the pump is broken. I suggested he fix it as the water is very healing and will be needed in the times to come. It is right outside my window , again must be on the energy line also and feminine energy as well.

I’m getting its on the Le Puy Camino energy line. It makes sense since I’ve been chasing volcanoes (les puys) all over France. It’s seems a bit north of Le Puy Camino but then there are diversions on most of the Camino paths, and it’s where they all come together. I believe they were walking paths because of the energy lines and like the song lines in Australia, were pathways for the first peoples. Last night I was invited to dinner with the family and met the grand daughter Elise who speaks English and wants to be a doctor. She told me when she was two she saw the little people in the garden. When I asked where she showed me a spot less than 10 metres from the well, which is 30metres deep. As this is a high energy day, I lay out beside the well on a chair and heard the bells chiming the 12th hour. There seemed to be a lot of light and I got a vision of a section of wall which looked like what Elise later described There were big stones at the spot which may have been a wall in the past. It has all made me realise that the work I’m doing is for those children who are remembering. I also saw on Tv that the Dalai Lama is in France probably for the same reason I am, to lift the energy because I have not seen any signs of the New Age until I got to Saint Emilion where I found someone working with gemstones in jewellery. St Emilion is a medieval town and the last place I would have expected this. But certainly rural France is living in its past.

I believe the changes are very soon and I’ve asked to be home for them. I am leaving tomorrow and have attempted to help the good people I’ve met to understand what is happening and to quote my Aboriginal friend Guboo: ` the best is yet to come’.

French Camino 1


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It all began when I got to France. I stayed in the centre of Paris at Hotel du Pont Neuf, in the centre of Paris near the Ile de la Cite, and had booked a Holiday Taxi to get there. This was all accomplished through Booking.com. The Hotel staff spoke English and they helped me tremendously to get settled, buy a SIM card for the phone and contact my daughter. The Hotel is in a very interesting area which the Holiday Taxi driver said is safe. He was a Latvian so English was his third language at least, but he told me it was 44 degrees in Paris 2 days ago, when I said it was hot. The area round the Hotel known as the Louvre Rivoli has restaurants and shops, a Bureau de Change opposite. I got lost looking for somewhere to eat, found a Creperie for dinner and found my way back using my French at a supermarket. I got scammed in my first walk around the block by a deaf and dumb girl with a petition, which I signed and then she wanted money I gave her 20 euros, but she wanted more, and was waving a 10 euro at me. I gave her another 20 euro, expecting her to give me the 10 euro note, but she wouldn’t and when I said I wanted change, she gave me a few Euros.

I had booked the train for 2 days later, but had forgotten and went straight to the station by taxi the next morning. The recent floods had risen the Seine River by over 30 metres so repairs were being undertaken all along the road near the Seine River. The main station for long distance travel is Montparnasse. I arrived early which was just as well because I discovered the booking problem and had to change the ticket. It cost 11 euros and was sorted in time. I bought a SIM card, not the one recommended, but Orange was the only one I could get. My ticket was non reserved but I was told there are unallocated tickets next to the baggage compartment, so I found a seat and had to move once, but the conductor altered my ticket and told me to get out at Liborne to catch the /Sariat train to Velines. The journey through the countryside was picturesque as the sunflowers were in full bloom and the pattern of trees interspersed with agriculture was pleasing to the eye and very green. Hay bales lay harvested in fields and church bells were ringing through the countryside.

When I got to Velines it was a tiny station in the middle of nowhere . Marion wasn’t there and there weren’t taxis or a phone. A very nice black man asked me in French where I was going. I unpacked my bag to get out the address. His son came to pick him up and spoke some English and they took me to the Marion’s. It wasn’t on GPS for some reason and took me to the outskirts of Velines where it was.

So Marian and I caught up and had dinner and I went to bed. It was still light at 10 pm. Marion wasn’t answering her phone when they tried to ring her, she was in bed asleep and I yelled out at the open door and she eventually heard and got up and came to the door and I thanked my good Samaritans and my guides for orchestrating my delivery

We went to the nearby market in St-Foy La Grande, supposed to be one of the biggest in France. Foy was a Roman girl born in 290 AD, who became a Christian and refused to relinquish her faith and became a martyrdom at age 13 with several miracles attributed to her after her death. Thus the town is very old with buildings from the 15th century. It’s on the Dordogne The town has walls and a watch tower. The River from time to time floods and there is a flood scale. A dam had been built which I visited later on my travels, which has prevented the spring floods which used to flood the streets. It also was a transport Port by means of barges for wine from the region could be taken to England and other produce to market.

It took some time to get organised in France. I had only a week During which time I had to familiarise myself with the local area, get my SIM cards working, hire a car, shop for food, learn to drive on the wrong side of the road. I was not without help, Elliott, Marion’s friend helped with the computer and translation, but it wasn’t easy. Some problems I didn’t manage to solve. In changing from local SIM to French SIM I could no longer use phone verification and this meant I couldn’t use WordPress and other software that used phone verification, something I didn’t foresee.I could have solved it if I had computer skills that I didn’t have, but as it was I had to live with it, hence no WordPress posts from France or Camino. I was able to post from Facebook which I did regularly.

So I had decided to follow the French Camino, since I started in France and it generally is considered to start from Saint Jean Pied de Port. I had concerns that Marion would not be ready to go and asked if she still wanted to go and she said yes, so I picked up the car on 1st August and packed and we left at 12.30. I had booked an albuerge in St Jean Pied de Port. Marion drove first and we got lost in a town with no signs to St Savine and Orlens. At that time we hadn’t worked out to take the sign to other directions which would lead us out of town and eventually in the right direction.

We finally got to St Jean Pied de Port and stayed at La Cocquille Napoleon right on the Camino. They had just finished a twin room and we were the first to use it. We could feel the energy of the Camino, as it was right on the leyline. There were a group of people there staying in the dormitory who were walking the Camino and expecting to do it in about 3 months. The town has a lovely atmosphere and the albuerge owners are English and Spanish. They made an omelette for us and one of the guests played the piano which was superb. The owner, a basque, sang a song about agricultural life and we went to sleep rocked gently by the energy of the Camino=The next day we drove up past La Cocquille Napoleon on the road the Camino walk takes from St Jean Pied de Port. We passed lots of walkers but strangely none of those who had left that morning.Marian had a chicken steal her bread at breakfast to much hilarity. Marian drove and despite early problems with the one way road with drop-offs of hundreds of feet, overcame her fear of heights. We had lunch at the Albuerge Orissa and decided to keep going to Mother Mary’s shrine which was on a plateau at the top of the Pyrenees. We did a toning as Aboriginal elder Guboo had shown us. Asking that the connection to Australia be made and visualizing Uluru. Others had left things at the Shrine. It’s in a most spectacular position. We ended by saying as Guboo did: the best is yet to come'.


We came down from the heights via a different road which went through the oak and birch forest with a mossy ground cover. It reminded me of Ernest Hemingway
For whom the Bell Tolls’ for he was in Spain not far from here during the Spanish Civil War. Some horses came right up to us and wouldn’t let us pass until Marian turned on the windscreen wipers and the spray moved them along. It was a magic day, toning and bringing in the energy on the high peaks of the Pyrenees.

In the evening we had moved to a new hotel, a mill on the river. We walked into town below the ramparts and went to a Basque concert in the church. The choir was very well balanced and energy came pouring in even though I was tired. Some trumpet players played medieval jousting music and you could see the knights in action.Then we walked back along the river bank where earlier people had been swimming on a lovely summer evening.

Next we drove to Roncevalles which is owned by the church and has ecclastical
dormitories for those walking the Camino. It’s a very narrow winding road but certainly much easier than those walking down from the Pyrenees. Marion drove next to Pamplona through a downhill run with little towns crossing the border into Spain almost unnoticed, with no checks, unlike when I went through in the 1980’s.

The building changed to a rougher style and industrial areas and high rise predominated as we got further into Spain. We got lost trying to find the Museum Navere, which has a Goya in its collection and ended up taking all afternoon to find our way out. At one point we found ourselves going back to France. I took over the driving and we stopped for fuel and backtracked to get onto A121 instead of A21 which took us off in the wrong direction again.

We had difficulty in the cities because I believe our intuition is blocked. At one point we ended up at Centro, a large manufacturing plant and had to be redirected to the Centre of Pamplona.
I can’t imagine how hard it would be on foot. We both lost our vision for a period while not driving. It was glorious white light which was difficult to see anything in 3D.

The Spanish seem more relaxed about payment, you pay after you buy unlike France where you put the credit card in before you buy petrol. We stayed at Tirapu outside Pamplona in a Casa Goni, a Casa Rurale, and had the most delicious dinner of Zucchini soup and enchiladas. Booking.com I thought charged the hotel and we had paid them. With the help of a translation software the owner explained they only took the booking and I paid her. I then wondered if we had been meant to pay at La Cocquille Napoleon, and emailed them to check, but no they charge booking .com monthly. So this is a different approach for different places which is confusing.

We stayed the next night at Mens after driving towards Lugano and found the hotel by accident having booked it earlier. We called at a church, the Monastery of Irache just outside Estrella and had lunch in the winery car park until they closed for siesta at 1pm. This was the church with the fountain of free wine which pilgrims talk about.

In the next day we saw the bridge at Puenta de Reina built in the 11th century to stop the fleecing of pilgrims by the ferryman. It is here the Aragonese and Napoleon Way meet. We didn’t book a room before leaving as Najera seemed too close. I wanted to see the Monastery Santa Maria de La Real where Claude Tranchant had a visionary experience. It is here the King Garcia saw an eagle and a dove living in peace and went into a grotto where he found the Virgin Mary with lilies In the cave. He later built a church to honor her. It is a moving experience to go into the grotto which has quartz running through the rock, increasing the energy of the grotto and our alignment with it. Outside the grotto are the remains of the King’s wife who died in childbirth and the tiny coffins of the children who did not survive to adulthood. There are lots of caves in the hillside which overlooks the town which might be interesting to explore.

 

From here we drove on to Burgos following the road towards Leon. This area was highly industrialized and I felt ill, I think it was pollution which was affecting me, so we stopped at a very old church in the forest changing drivers and drove on.

We stopped next at a Roman villa called La Olemeda which was an example of the Roman feudal system in this part of the country and how prolific the land was in the 4th century. It has been carefully restored and is under cover so the mosaics are in place and can be viewed from the surrounding Boardwalk. We went on into Salanda and in the main square went into a pastry shop and met a nice couple who guided us to a motel and translated for us. They were preparing for a wedding, so could only accommodate us for one night, the tariff was reasonable at 36 euros, so we stayed and drove into Leon the next morning ( about 50 Kms).

In Leon we had some difficulty finding the Cathedral, huge as it is because it’s difficult to see among the high rises. We found the Cathedral car park and parked there. It was a short walk to the Cathedral; but when we got there they closed the door in our faces for lunch.

We had lunch in the square in front of the Cathedral of Leon, Pulchra Leonina and saw the treasures of the Cathedral Museum. I was drawn to the room which had Muslim reliquaries and felt a strong energy surge in there. I feel it may relate to a past life which I was previously made aware of in Granada. (Insert past life)

There is also a contender for the Grail Cup housed here, said to have been commissioned by Urraca, a medieval goldsmith reusing Roman gems. Leon’s Cathedral is considered a Palace of the Virgin. It is dedicated to St Maria de Regla, and also the Virgin of Camino, Leon’s patron saint, but it is an image by an anonymous author, the Virgin Blanca, which dominates the main entrance and the central chapel of the apse, turning her into the true hostess and patron saint of the Pulchra Leonina.

This cathedral is known is known as the Cathedral of Light which is why I wanted to see it, It seems that as the new Mother’s energy comes in, it will come into its own as a centre of worship of the female Deity. The artworks contained within are simply breathtaking, as is the best collection of stained glass in the world. The 30 metres of height are filled with thirty one upper Windows, and twenty five lower Windows, as well as three rose Windows of eight metres in diameter each. Approximately half of the glass is original from the 13th and 14th century. Another one quarter was made in the 15th century and a handful from the 16th.

In the north, the top openings are reserved for characters from the Old Testament, Saints, martyrs and characters from the New Testament in the south. It was worth the wait to get into the Cathedral after the lunch break of several hours

Our next stop was in Astorga where we visited Gaudi’s Episcopal Palace. I missed Gaudi’s masterpiece, the Cathedral in Barcelona, when I was last visiting Spain and saw only the outside, so I wanted to see this piece of his work in Astorga. Interesting but not what I expected, Gaudi’s work reflects aspects of nature and that was certainly present but in much restrained form. Marian visited a tourist shop and opposite and found out about a convent which offers travellers accomodation in a back street behind the Cathedral. We had some difficulty finding it on foot, but eventually we knocked and were admitted to a spacious albeurge by the nuns, which was only 10euros a night for the twin room. From there on we decided to allow ourselves to be guided to find accomodation by our guides.
Left Astorga on a Sunday, we couldn’t find anywhere to do our washing and as everything is closed on Sunday’s in Spain and France, including service stations at times, we drove on to A Coruna which is on the coast. We crossed into Galacia and as each province organised its own tourist maps and information, we had no maps available and couldn’t get any on a Sunday.

This section is huge motorways and aqueducts over mountainous terrain. We did try to get off the motorway and follow secondary roads in places, including O Cebreiro, the doorway to Galacia with its traditional stone and slate roofed houses by turning off at Baralla at the top of the second mountain climb. At Sarria two divergent routes of the Camino meet again and it is here that pilgrim can catch a train and do the last 100 km to Santiago on foot and gain the Pilgrim Passport. I hear is not a nice place and also a tourist on the Camino disappeared near here and has not been seen since. It is in Galacia we see the first raised thatched roof houses on stilts, where corn was stored. They are still being built today.

After driving along the coast we stayed at Caion, a beach resort with an island peninsula. We found a place to stay with some difficulty right on the sea and I had a swim in the Atlantic Ocean. We did a toning as the energy was high and put in a pillar of light, connecting with Ireland at Cal del Mar and saw the sun go down into the Atlantic. As I went to bed a new moon was rising over the sea, new beginnings were taking place. I felt we were on an energy line and could feel it as we were gently rocked to sleep by the sound of the waves.

After asking my guides for somewhere to swim yesterday during the long 500 km drive, I was glad to rest on a rock and let the waves wash over me.

We drove on to Finisterre where the Camino ends and where the harbour welcomed those in small boats retreating from a sinking land in the Atlantic. We went out to the lighthouse and did another toning, the energy was not as high as it had been the night before and again connected with Ireland.

Then we drove into Santiago, having difficulty finding the Hotel Jacob without a GPS. We caught the bus in and people were friendly showing us where to get off and walk to the Cathedral. We stayed for mass and to see the big incense censor. There was energy as the many priests walked in and during the `Alleluia’ sung by the congregation led by the priest. The priest talked about the pilgrims in Spanish. I felt we were meant to be there, the cathedral was full of thousands of people, standing room only, unlike the churches in Australia. After two night in Santiago de Compostela. I ate scallops In one of the back streets, we finally got to do the washing and then it was time to move on.

The Equinox Message from Archangel Gabriel via Shanta Gabriel – Golden Age of Gaia

Dear Ones, At this moment in time, you are completing a year of Self Mastery. The discovery of who you are on a more deep and expansive level has been a revelation of consciousness. The awakenings that have occurred for you this year are only now coming into your conscious awareness. You may doubt that …

Source: The Equinox Message from Archangel Gabriel via Shanta Gabriel – Golden Age of Gaia

Camino by car

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Our modern version of the Camino has taken us by car from St Jean Port de Pied to the sea, at Finisterre where the leyline goes into the sea. While our modern version is certainly less arduous than walking, there were still trials and tribulations.

We were too old to walk the Camino, I had a pacemaker and diabetes and Marion is 10 year older than I, so really we had no choice but to drive. We hired a car in France and drove from Velines in Aquitane, to Spain.

This journey will form the basis of my next book: Camino by Car which will be available as an ebook. I am just home from France and have a 1st draft written, so it will take some time. but if you are interested in reading it here are the links

These are the links to my Camino book chapters:

http://wp.me/p2RpLw-1zI

http://wp.me/p2RpLw-1A6

http://wp.me/p2RpLw-1AK

http://wp.me/p2RpLw-1AP

Camino 3

We have been on the high peaks at the beginning of the French Camino and drove there from St Jean Port du Pied. Marian overcame her fear of heights which was quite a challenge as the road is little more than a one lane track. We came back to St Jean Port du Pied through forest. It was an amazing day. On the way we could hear bells and found the source was horses which stopped us and wouldn’t let us through. Marian turned on the windscreen wipers and that moved them along.

We did a toning at the St Mary statue right on the top and linked to Australia via the leyline. Yesterday we crossed the pilgrim bridge at Puenta La Reina built in the 1100’s