I have returned! Yes, I know, few days later than expected, as in the unpredictable world of internet connections, it has been rare to go online at the cafe bar that has become myoffice away from home! I realise that I wandered off the track of ‘sustainability’, right from the start, but the meanderings shall eventually come full circle and show the relevance of this journey to inspire!
Continuing from where I left off on my last post: I was seemingly stranded in Eilat, knowing I had to be in Yerushalayem by nightfall. It was Friday, the Holy Sabbath Day in Judaism, beginning at sunset on Friday and finishing with the setting sun on Saturday. For those of faith, it is not allowed to use any machinery, including transport, so on a normal Sabbath, there would be very little public transport, but today was the first day of Pesach (Passover), one of the most important Jewish holidays, honouring the Exodus of the Israelites from Egypt.
Everyone I spoke to said that it was absolutely impossible to travel today and that I should wait until at least the next day; better still, the next week! My heart felt pulled between disappointment at a lack of natural flow and a determination to open the door of possibility! Within minutes I was in Muslim owned taxi, whisking me off to the edge of town, where I decided the God’s would assist me in a safe and easy passage to the Holy City of Peace! When I told him where I was going, he suggested driving me there, but a six hour taxi fare was definitely way beyond my budget. I was planning on hitching a ride, not something you share with your Mother, until after the adventure! I looked quite incongruous, stood on the roadside, with my bright red suitcase. Gone were the days when I travelled the world with my trusty backpack!
I valiantly put out my thumb at the few passing cars and withdrew it as soon as a taxi slowe
d down. Eagerly I anticipated the perfect ride, trusting the Divine to make all the necessary arrangements! Finally a car pulled over, and I jumped with excitement, until I looked inside and saw four middle-aged men glaring at me! I said out loud, hands thrust in the air, “God, I really trust you, but not quite that much!” With waves of doubt beginning to flow through me, I was surprised at myself, when after twenty more minutes a small car stopped with two young men.
Immediately I knew I was safe and in good hands! ....And this was so! Two students from Italy and Holland, both studying at Haifa University. Their route would take me about a third of The Way, but as we chatted about life, our shared journeys and the possibility of lasting peace, the bond between us
grew into a feeling of ‘soul family on a mission’! I didn’t even realise they’d driven past my drop off point and before I knew it, we were driving along the western shore of the Dead Sea! They’d decided to take me to the Heart of Jerusalem! It was an important journey, following the energy line that weaved it’s way from the Red Sea to the Dead Sea, to the Sea of Galilee! Connecting with the ancient communities of the Essene and to the crystalline minerals of this sacred valley! These Divine Men were Goddess sent!
Many years before, leading a tour group to Jordan and Israel, I’d stayed in the St. George Hotel and I knew I was to return, to retrace a remembrance of where I’d left off! It was thirteen years since I’d stayed there, so you can imagine my amazement when the manager remembered me and invited me to join him for tea. He was a Palestinian Christian, who worked part time as a volunteer for an interfaith peace movement. Apparently even back then, I was spouting the importance of walking a Path of Joyful Peace and he recalled how I had arrived, settled my group and arranged to meet them in a couple of hours, for an evening walking tour of the Old City, taking in Jewish, Muslim and Christian sites!
In this life, I’d never been there before, but I dumped my bags in my room and took flight, walking rapidly through all the narrow, meandering streets, map in hand, ‘radar’ fully functioning, envisioning an easy and interesting route. It was a profound and perfectly guided path, with the company of a sleek black cat surreptitiously leading me all The Way! No-one mentioned the cat until the next morning when it arrived at the beginning of the tour! I’m sure She shape-shifted through dimensions! As I have found in many places to which I’ve been drawn, these twisting streets felt so familiar, that I have no doubt I once knew them like the back of my hand and the cat, felt as if She could have been Me!
Giorgos, the manager and I sat supping tea, speaking of the changes and sadness that was continuing to be perpetuated, with more violence and animosity, despite the wonderful work of many groups and individuals promoting cooperation, mutual respect, equality of life and a path of peace. The drastic measure to build a wall of separation, echoed the repeated patterns of the past, but I have hope and faith that one day we shall all finally see that we are All One. Sometimes the initiations of turmoil, strife and Mother Earth’s churning leads us through the chaos, to be reborn in the fullness of more Love! Each one of us can make all the difference in the world, by simply being our Authentic True Self, whose birthright is to Love, to be at Peace and to Live Life in Joy!
It was not my destiny to stay at St.George’s, despite the generous discount offered, I was to stay in the heart of the Arabic Quarter, close to the suppos’ed resurrection cave of Yeshua (Jesus). Before I left the hotel, I stood observing a large oil painting of St.George and suddenly tingled all over, with his likeness to Archangel Michael, a constant companion to many! Then the realisation struck me what a powerful weekend this was. Not only was it the beginning of Pesach, it was a Full Moon, the Buddhist Wesak Moon, St. George’s Day and to boot it all, the Queen’s Birthday - the latter may seem insignificant, but as she was reigning whilst the lands of Palestine were being divided and taken, it felt relevant! Empires and States of Power have manipulatively sort short term goals, unaware of the bigger picture, the karmic debt, the individual Souls of the Earth and the lack of awareness, that what I do to another, I do to myself, for I Am that, I Am, in the Oneness of All Life!
Before I walked out the door of the hotel, I set a specific template of sacred geometries through and around my field and expanded that gently outward to create a gentle cloak of invisibility and a tracking radar to set me on the most beneficial path, all in accordance for my highest good and the good of all concerned.... Shalom, Salaam, I walk the Way of Love, the Path of Peace! As was my usual way, I focused on staying as present in each moment as possible, a challenging task in the bustling late afternoon commuter traffic of cars, carts and careless passersby, but I have gotten used to listening and trusting the inner guidance of ‘turn left, right, stop, walk further, now, go in, wait.....’ Really, sometimes it’s that simple, at other times I am shown a distinct vision and clear path, but this one step at a time, has had clear teaching for me to be even more present in the gift of now, as well as allowing myself to surrender to letting go of control!
Thankfully, I didn’t have to pull my suitcase too far along the bumpy streets, negotiating a path through an array of curious characters. Admittedly, the messages were not always that clear and I did have a little confusion when I seemed to be ‘sent’ up and down the same street a few of times! I sense these wanderings have their own simplistic and profound lessons in weaving the web of light! The Capitol Hotel was a bit of a dive, with a gruff, angry receptionist insisting that I leave my passport with him for the night for registration, perhaps assurance I would pay up the next day or maybe to copy and steal my identity! Either way, I smiled at him and walked away, not wishing to waste energy on fear or being ‘right’ - Actually, it wasn’t such a big deal as I’m lucky enough to have two passports; a great asset when traveling between nations who lack a little mutual love for one another!
In my sparse room, I unpacked what was necessary and set a mini altar; a habit I’ve had for many years, in order to create ‘home’, to set a sacred space, to hold my energy and as a portal for receiving and transmitting frequencies of light! I sat to meditate on the next step, but within seconds I knew! I readied myself in respectful attire, to go directly to the Western Wall, also known as the Wailing Wall, the only original wall remaining of King David Temple and potently holy to the Jews. A quick look at the map to get my bearings and I was heading out the door, less obvious without a bright red suitcase and appropriately wearing a long dress, long sleeves and head scarf. The cool evening air had me quicken my step, as I went directly to the Damascus Ga
te. As I entered the Old City, I felt myself walking in two worlds! I felt the past becoming the present, the sounds reminding me of other times, the smells recalling distant memories, the faces like shadows of ‘family’ from the past! I walked with purpose and focused intent, having to keep breathing deeply, to keep myself fully aware of the physical world in which I was walking, despite the lucid dream of another life, reeling through my conscious awareness. I had experienced this many times before, but this time both the wo
rlds were so vivid and clear, that negotiating the physical confines of this old city was challenging my ability to stay centered and grounded, here and now, knowing all is happening now!! Yes, I know, our heads are still working on that one, but I’m sure your heart can feel the truth, without a need to understand! In that moment my head and heart were just having to surrender!
I could feel the magnetic pull of The Wall drawing me closer and started to remember walking in a long, regal procession, on this holiest of days, to the Gates of the Temple, for a Blessing to the Holy Yaweh and Shekina. I snapped back into this world and as I entered the large square there was a sudden infusion of energy that came pulsing though me and emanated outward, in a spiraling ray of pearlescent light, above, below and all around! It stopped me in my tracks and had me take a deep gulp of air, that I sent down into the earth, then up into the heaven’s. Centre and ground, stay still, in silence, surrender, be invisible. Time appeared to stand still as everyone around me looked as if they were moving in slow motion, each seemingly aware of the perfection of their presence at this moment, now! It could have been hours or minutes that passed by, but suddenly I was jolted to attention by a kindly man, with a long fuzzy beard, inviting me to join their group for ‘Seder’ Dinner. I felt unsure at first, a little distrust and fear creeping to the surface, but in an instant and with a twinkle of his gentle eyes, I accepted with humble gratitude! There was only one thing, I had a mission at The Wall and this I must complete. Without explanation, he agreed to meet me back there in half an hour and I walked towards the sounds of wailing, ready to feel it all......!
....and so the story shall continue another day!!
Thank you for your patient presence in my telling of this story and please feel free to make comment below....
Infinite Waves of Love to You! ♥ྀ ´¯`•.¸¸.ི♥ྀ´¯`•.¸¸.ི♥ྀ
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