Oct 24 – Ryanair, I flew in from London on a rainy Belfast evening at 7.30pm. I was glad to be back on Irish soil, it had been 20 years. Tracey picked me up in her car, we had not met yet in person. I had contacted her a few months previously, as she had set up a mystery school in Belfast. Researching to find a venue in Belfast for a Lemuria Rising group and had found her. She wrote straight back to me. She said I had been sent by the angels. She had been seeing New Zealand signs and signals for a while. Then I popped up. She had agreed to hosting the groups with me at her venue. She dropped me at Belfast Youth Hostel on Donegall Road where I was staying for the next four nights.
We met for a long lunch the next day at the Hostel café. Then we headed out for a walk to the Belfast Botanical Gardens and Palm House, as the sun was shining. There was some powerful trees there, and she was not adverse to a bit of tree hugging either.
Tracey and me
Walking in Belfast
Magic trees at the Botanical Gardens
Magic trees at the Botanical Gardens
At the Botanical Gardens
That night we hosted a Lemuria Rising group at her Meditation room, Saistre Ascension School. It was just round the corner from where I was staying. Tracey prepared the room beautifully. There was five woman for this group. Tracey offered a magical sound healing session in the second half of the group. She used Tibetan sound bowls, tuning forks, drums, and a rain maker.
Crystal Grid Tracey made for the group, with Lemurian Seed Crystals
With Tracey, all set up for the first Lemuria Rising Group.
I went to the Ulster Museum the next day, and another walk around the Botanics. There was an exhibition with Belfast artists.
Beautiful Sculpture by Northern Irish Artist at Ulster Musuem. Unfortunately I don’t have the name of the artist.A small part of the Game of Thrones tapestry at Ulster Musuem
At the Botanics
Walking in Belfast
At Ulster Musuem
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Walking in Belfast
At Ulster Musuem
Walking in Belfast
One day I walked down to the waterfront and to Thanksgiving Square. Walked past lots of vibrant street art along the way. The Belfast people have a warmth about them when they talk to you, even if its not so warm outside.
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At Traceys Healing Space, Saistre Ascension School
The second evening Lemuria Rising group was on the 27 of October, it was Tracey and myself for this one. Nobody had booked in, but we still went ahead and did the group. It was powerful, we both did work with a ley line in Belfast that links to a certain Church. Tracey did a sound journey, and there was a different dynamic for this one.
Walking in Belfast
28 October, up early to catch train, but ended up being a bus down to Newgrange.
14 October,11.30am flight from Ibiza, Ryanair to London Stanstead. Where I caught a bus to Victoria Station, and trains to Canonbury. I was going to meet up again with Hannamari, whom was living in a flat in London. She is from Filand, and we had met in Glastonbury.
I met her flatmate and the woman whom owns the flat, and her name was Lola. It turns out I had met Lola in 2013 at the Prana New Years Festival in New Zealand. I remember dancing with her in the Tribal tent. She was at the festival singing with her band.
We laughed and danced in the kitchen. Hannamari had made a delicious raw cacao and avocado cheesecake, which we all enjoyed. Lola was inspired to make one herself, to sell in the health food shop she was working in downstairs.
There was a spare room in Lolas flat. It had been organised before arrival, that I could stay in it for £5 per night. It was really good to have a room to myself in London.
Sunset from the the London flat.
Lemuria Rising – East London
15 Oct, this was an evening group, with Hannamari as the guest, and was held at the flat. There was only the two of us and we still did the group as planned. But it was powerful and we anchored what was needed that night. Hannamari played the Tibetan bowl, she also sings Kirtan songs with her guitar. She is also a talented artist and paints images, based on the designs of crop circles. Her website, hannamarimakela
‘Prayer’ by Hannamari Makelea (design based on crop circles)
Lemuria Rising – London
20 Oct, 7-9pm, this group was at the London School of Capoeira, in Finsbury Park. With Rachael Welford, as a guest for this group. There was four of us, as Hannamari was there too, and she also did some sound healing. The other chap had come all the way from Kent for the group. Rachael, took us on a sound journey, with her gong and crystal bowls, her website wellfordwellbeing. This again, although small was a powerful group and we anchored in what was needed to be done that evening. Afterwards, Hannamari and I were walking to Finsbury Park Station. And we came across a lively band playing acoustic in a café, we stopped in and enjoyed.
Hannamari had lots of information about the London Ley Lines. So I learnt about them, and went to some of the places mentioned. She introduced me to a book by Chris Street, called Earthstars – LONDON’S LEY LINES – Pathways of Enlightenment
Primrose Hill
I went exploring with Hannamari one day to Primrose Hill, this is a powerful place. She has been there many times, but it was my first time there. There was one spot I was drawn to, and spent quite a while there. The trees nearby, she said ceremony is held.
Looking over to London central from Primrose Hill
We went to a café afterwards, and then later to where the Camden Markets are held during the day. There was a space age gadgets shop there that Hannamari took me in to. We had great fun looking around. And we learn from the lady in another part of the shop, which had a different type of toys! We stumble into by accident, and they had some interesting gadgets there!
Parliament Hill
I stayed one night at Alice’s, we had met in Glastonbury as she had attended a group. She lived near Dartmouth Park, five minutes from Archway Tube. We walked to nearby Parliament Hill. It seems it runs on a ley line, and we did a short ceremony there together.
I was feeling tired a lot on these wintry days in London. So meditated and rested, and was thankful for the room. I’m not sure why, but London always makes me feel tired when I’m there.
City of London
On the last day in London, I walked into the City of London with Lola. Specifically to go to Temple Church.
Temple Church
‘The Church was built by the Knights Templar, the order of crusading monks founded to protect pilgrims on their way to and from Jerusalem in the 12th century. The Church is in two parts: the Round and the Chancel. The Round Church was consecrated in 1185 by the patriarch of Jerusalem. It was designed to recall the holiest place in the Crusaders’ world: the circular Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem’ Temple Church.
Temple Church
St Pauls Cathedral
From Temple Church, I walked through the City of London to St Pauls Cathedral. I spent quite a lot of time there, mainly sitting outside. And there is a well outside the Cathedral too, everything is back to water. Then I bussed back to Hannamari’s flat for the last night in London.
St Pauls Cathedral
October 24 – Flew from London to Belfast with Ryanair, arriving 7.30pm.
30 September, and two friends, Beth and Darpan dropped me off at Bristol Airport for a 4pm British Airways flight. Arriving in Ibiza airport at 19.15, from there was a bus that took me directly to my destination of Cala Nova. I met a Dutch woman Sabine on the bus journey. And also met a young man from Africa, whom was working long hours at the hospital laundry.
At the Cala Nova stop, Michiel came out of nowhere, he popped up as knew I was coming. He showed me to Camping Cala Nova around the corner. I had booked, so I signed in and left my bag. Heading straight to the beach, close by, where he introduced me to a woman from Israel called Danya. I put my feet in the waters, and then headed back to set up camp.
Cala Nova
Spirit Festival at Atzaro
The next day, I was going to somehow get to the Spirit Festival on another part of the island, Danya and Michiel decided to come too. We walked to the town nearby Es Cana and then got a bus to another town called Santa Euralia. Danya got the notion to visit her friend. Her friend runs a flower shop. This Dutch man was going to the festival, so he gave us a lift. He was a very bold driver. I was in the front seat. I wondered if we would make it in one piece. Upon entering the festival, I saw a Reno hand drum for a good price. I wasn’t expecting to buy a drum, but I felt compelled to buy it. It was good day attending different workshops, and dancing in the evening. It was held in a venue called Atzaro. We all got a ride back to Cala Nova afterwards.
with Danya
I camped for two weeks there in Ibiza, with a perfect climate for it at that time of year. I would spend the afternoons in my ‘office’ in my tent, online organising the upcoming groups from my phone. The first week I was in Ibiza, I was called to stop and rest. I felt the feminine energy permeating in the island. It was also permeating through me. I needed to go inside, into the interiors of my being. I sat with whatever came up, and I was present with it. The first week was challenging. I wasn’t very social and was quite insular. I went through this process of introspection. It felt like going deeper into the feminine layers.
The second week, I was much more active and social, hosting also the Lemuria Rising group. At the campsite, there are many Spanish people whom live there over the summer, as its cheaper than paying rent. Dayna and Michiel are free camping in the hill beside the beach. I wondered if I should too. However, I have this gut feeling that I am to stay at the camp ground. I felt guided to stay put there, and that I am to meet a new contact.
Sure enough, up pops this Dutch woman, whom rolls in and setting up camp not far from me. We seem to have an instant understanding. I let her know about the upcoming Lemuria Rising group. She says ‘I’m coming’. She also says she speaks light language. Sandra de Vos shows up. She invites me to join her in an early morning trip to Es Vedrà. This is a place I didn’t even know about, she had spent a lot of time there. she tells me its a powerful spot.
Sandra de Vos
Es Vedrà
9 Oct, the morning is arranged and waking early, Sandra shines her torch into my tent for me. And we go. We were there all morning. We had the place to ourselves. We watched Es Vedrà without sun, and then as the sun hit the rocks. We meditated and talked and Sandra did some healing for me, with playing her new medicine drum. Yes it is a powerful spot, Es Vedrà.
The Island of Es Vedrà sits gracefully on the southwest coast of Ibiza. Some claim it is the most magnetic place on earth. Others assert it is the third most magnetic, just behind the North Pole and the Bermuda Triangle.
Some people say that Es Vedrà Island lacks metal accumulation. But this nature reserve attracts many to view its charm, magic, myths, and legendary allure. Sitting in the middle of the Mediterranean sea, it is said to disrupt compasses.
‘Legend matches the idea that the islet of Es Vedrà is one of the three vertices of the Triangle of Silence. To summarize, this is the Spanish version of the world-famous Bermuda Triangle. In which the excessive levels of magnetism have caused navigation problems and interference to the crews that sail those seas’. (floatyourboatibiza)
We filmed a short video, where I am describing the Lemuria Rising groups, with the backdrop. It was all very spur of the moment, and done in one take, with Sandra filming.
I realised long after leaving, that I had accidentally left a gift. In that I had left my Lemurian Seed crystal there, this I had carried with me since 2015. Michiel had given it to me. I guess it wanted to stay and its a new owner.
Lemuria Rising – Ibiza
10 October, 5-7pm at Casa Ibango, San Rafael.
Sandra drove us in her car. We got there a bit earlier. Sandra helped me sweep and clean up the space ready for the group. Sandra brought her drum and played too, Rachael and Aktara also came to the group. Trace and Sylvia play the hang drum, and they played some during the group too. Trace and Sylvia Harris own and run Casa Ibango. It was also an old music school. I had been in contact with them when I was looking for a venue in Ibiza. They refused my payment and were happy to host.
A small group of women were there for the Ibiza group. Holding with the feminine energy of the island. We all had a go on a few drums afterwards.
After the Lemuria Rising Ibiza group
The group was held before the weekly drumming session and vegetarian meal. We stayed for a short while after. Trace is a Percussionist and was a Promoter for the Ministry of Sound. He started Ibango Drum Circle, providing the space for drummers to fall in synch with each other. He says, “I prefer more gentle rhythms that are slower and with soul; it’s much more technical. And that’s what the Ibango drum circle is all about – the rhythmic beat, not just power… a team playing together.”
I gifted Sandra a Lemurian healing one morning on the beach to say thankyou for the Es Vedrà trip. And then she was moving into her new rental house, as a chain of events had led her to find the place of her dreams in Ibiza
Sandra de Vos texted me. She said that whilst meditating, a message had come through. She was to offer me a healing. She then came to pick me up at Cala Nova, which is a forty minute drive! Her new gorgeous house was further north on the island. The healing was very powerful and it was 2 or 3 hours long. After the healing she gave me a crystal that she said was a Lemurian seed crystal. Of course I was in deep appreciation.
I walked over to the Hippy Markets one day. Sabine sent me a text on my last night in town. She wanted to see what I was doing. She came over and met us for dinner. Michiel and Danya joined us with another Dutch woman called Ellen. Seems there a lot of Dutch people on the island of Ibiza. Sabine I had met on the airport bus, and she fills us in with all her escapades. Later Danya, Sabine and I walked back to Cala Nova beach. We danced and sung random cheesy songs at the top of our lungs. We exhausted ourselves, and said goodbyes.
Last day on Ibiza with Danya, Michiel and Ellen
Maybe the rock there is heightened with a charge. Be careful what you want to to tap into on this powerful island. As it might come back to you twofold.
14 October, packed up camp, and caught the bus from Cala Nova to the airport. For a 11.30 am Ryanair flight to London Stanstead.
June 3, flew in from Kuala Lumpur at 4.25am with Air Asia. Ended up being a small adventure to the hostel. I had booked to stay at Granary Hostel, near Qianmen Station, for two and a bit nights. As was making the most of the 72 hour free transit visa.
I had the address of the hostel in English alphabetic (No 22, Zhangshan Hutong, Dashillan, Xicheng District). But I was now in China! So of course, the address needed to be in Chinese characters. On arrival in Beijing three taxi drivers tried to help me, they really tried. I got on the train from the airport, getting off at central. Where I asked a blonde girl walking past for some advice. As it turned out she was a fellow kiwi, whom also tried, but wasnt able to translate.
I had a fruit salad in a restaurant. I sat for a good while to re-group. I did not want to get too anxious. I had wondered why I couldn’t google the information. Then I realised it was harder to find the online information in China. I went by a mall. I asked a young chap in an electronics shop if he could translate the hostel address into Chinese. He spoke some English and was happy to help. I was very thankful. I took a photo of this information. I got there in a taxi. This translation was the key in the door.
Granary Hostel
I went to the hostel and met some lads from the room. We went out for lunch together. They were Dutch and French and knew where to go. I walked to the subway station with them. Then I explored little market places on the way back to the hostel. I got a bit lost. I made it by asking a shopkeeper while using my map on the phone. Then I rested for a while.
Translated map to the hostel – the key in the door.
Temple of Heaven 天坛
Then walked to Temple of Heaven, it was quite a long way there and back, but I made it. This Temple complex was constructed in the early 1400’s. Imperial religious buildings, situated in the south eastern part of central Beijing. The complex was visited by Emperors for annual ceremonies of prayer for a good harvest. And was inscribed as a World Heritage site in 1998. “The symbolic layout and design of the Temple of Heaven had a profound influence on architecture and planning in the Far East over many centuries.”[1]
I ate at a noodle bar that evening on my way back, it was a late meal at about 9pm.
Great Wall of China 万里长
The next day I found myself enroute to the Great Wall of China. Folks staying at the hostel had advised me to go. They said it wasn’t difficult or far. So, I made the trip. How to get to the Great Wall. Take the line 2 subway at Qianmen station. Jishuitan station, eight stops on dark blue line, exit and then take the 877 bus. Evidently the south side is quieter. It was very hot, so I actually didn’t walk very far once on the wall. But I had made it! And yes, it is impressive.
With four generations of the same family at the great wall
Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City 紫禁城
Also in the centre of Beijing is Tiananmen Square. Named after Tiananmen (Gate of Heavenly Peace) located to its north, which separates it from the Forbidden City.
The Square contains many monuments as well as museums, such as the National Museum of China. It is of great cultural significance being the site of many important historical events. In more recent times, this square is known in the time of protest. And unnecessary massacre in 1989, that ended with a military crackdown.
It was a humid day as I walked through, I made a short LL recording in the square here
Tiananmen Square
Just beside the square in the Imperial Centre of Beijing is the Forbidden City. It is a palace complex surrounded by temples and opulent gardens. The complex claims to consist of around 8,704 buildings in total, encompassing 9,999 rooms and covering 72 ha/178 acres.
The Forbidden City was constructed from 1406 to 1420. It served as the home of Chinese emperors. It was the ceremonial and political centre of the Chinese government for over 500 years. The Palace Museum has been in charge since 1925. Its extensive collection of art and artifacts is built from the imperial collections of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It has been declared a World Heritage Site.
One of these gardens is the (22 ha) Zhongshan Park, the public park that I enjoyed spending some time exploring. Within this park, is Changqing Garden, where I buried a magnetic pearl under a rock. Ironically, even though I was the tourist in Beijing, some Chinese people wanted to take my photo. I’m guessing it was because of my height. But also, as still in these times, many don’t Chinese people get to travel or see many foreigners.
6 June, had paid for a day bed at the hostel, so had a pseudo sleep before an early 2.30 am flight, with Aeroflot to Berlin. On this flight, I was sitting beside a friendly Chinese man, whom spoke English. He told me stories of his family and how hard life had been living in China in dictatorship.
20 February, this was my first visit to the Sacred mountain of Aoraki (Mt Cook). I was blessed with clear views. Spending four nights camping there at the Doc campground. I hadn’t showered, but who’s counting, I bathed in the mountain vibes.
First views as you approach, with beautiful Lake Tekapo
It was a small bit of a mission, wheeling my trolley bag from the information centre to the camp ground. But maybe I was supposed to walk overland. I had got close because a young couple had given me a lift there. However, they weren’t going any further. We stopped on the way to take pictures of Aoraki on a clear day. It took our breathe away really. There it was.
First Glimpses of Aoraki up closer
In this post you will probably find there are far too many photos of the Mountain. However, editing is difficult with so much beauty. Aoraki sits closest to the heavens, as the tallest mountain in New Zealand, at 3,724 metres.
21/02
I would walk the track to the Hermitage Hotel every day. This was for my main meal of the day, which was a plate of roasted potatoes/kumaras. I ate in luxury with a view of the mountain. As the Hotel has large glass windows, so the mountain sits with you as you eat.
22/02. An evening walk to a viewing platform, with waters close to camp, and the sun setting on the mountain. It was the Kea Point Track, which is a one hour return walk.
Aoraki, and the brothers of Ka Tiritiri o te Moana
The sons of Ranginui, the Sky Father, were Aoraki and his three brothers. They became stranded on a reef. As they were on a voyage down from the heavens to visit Papatuanuku, the Earth Mother.…
Aoraki is considered by Ngāi Tahu, as a very sacred and significant mountain. The South Island Māori of Ngāi Tahu, carry the legend of Aoraki. Above is the start of the legend, to go deeper, go here.
23 Feb, on this day, went on the Hooker Valley Track walk and took my time. Along the way bumped into Sonia, whom had also been at Resonance Festival.
Sir Edmund Hillary, ascended Mt. Cook in 1948. This was quite a difficult climb in itself. It would have surely well prepared a mountain climber for Everest stakes.
The Hooker Valley Track walk, is a beautiful three hour round trip from the camp. With three swing bridges along the way, board walks and gravel pathways. If Sir Ed was walking with me, he surely would have had enough and gone on ahead. As I took my time. The third swing bridge leads to the source of the Hooker River. With the track ending at the glacier lake, it is a beautiful spot to spend some time. Put your feet in that pure icy water, wash your face and cleanse from everything. With outstanding views of Aoraki, the Hooker Glacier and Kā Tiritiri o te Moana (the Southern Alps). Returning on the same tracks and swing bridges back again to camp.
Camping at Aoraki
Camping at White Horse Hill campsite is a Doc site. It has a kitchen all set up there. That was great.
Camp ground at Aoraki
There is a beautiful channel by Lee Carroll (Kryon) recorded at Aoraki. It was recorded on the 21st of October 2016, if you would like to listen here. Kryon mentions that this mountain is very important as one of the twelve nodes of the earth.
Last sunset evening walk
And a last evening walk near the mountain, for the sun setting. My time in Aoraki, was to just be, to celebrate with the mountain. Somehow rejuvenated after my time there, from soaking in its vibrations somehow. The next day, 24 February, I was away, bussing down to Wanaka way for a shower.
This was my first visit to the Big Island. It was also the first time hosting groups in the Lemurian homeland of Hawaii. This felt like quite a thing! The first group was in Kona, on the west side, and the other in Pahoa, on the east side.
A local whom I had not met, called Ekahi. Had kindly put the net out in a face book posting to those he knew on the island. And sound healers and a venue popped up to join and take part. He was very supportive in helping the groups to come together Mahalo!
Kona
12 October, I flew in at 8.30 pm that night from San Diego, with United Airlines. The airport at Kona, in the Hawaiian way, is like being outside already. Waiting outside, a woman called Victoria came to pick me up. We had been connected online by Ekahi. I had not met her before, but I felt an instant connection. She was with her son and a German lass whom was doing a work away exchange with them. They were all fresh from the sea, as had just been surfing.
Arriving at Victoria’s house, the first thing I find is the amazing sound of the frogs. It was like a beautiful symphony, and not the normal sound of frog. Even though these are introduced frogs on the island, and they breed fast. Still the sound seemed to somehow suit being there. It happens all night. Then it is quiet again during the day. You go to sleep with this symphony resounding in your ears. Victoria’s daughter was away on Molokai, she let me stay in her room, which was good timing.
Sunset from Victorias.
The next morning I walked up the road to find a fruit stall. Victoria had given me directions to the stall. I thought I had found it. However, it was a café. I ended up having a big discussion about all things spiritual and esoteric with the two men there. One of them looked like Noah. It was how I imagined the man with the Arc looked. The other was the owner. He decided he wanted to cook me an eggs and bacon breakfast to share. They were Christians. They wanted to know my thoughts on God outright. Somewhere along the line, I ended up with some light language for them after breakfast.
He took me on his small golf cart to his section. He wanted to show me his land there and seemed to think he should take me. It was a bit scary in places, as the vehicle went down on quite an angle. But tightly holding on, we got to the designated spot he knew about. We did a short ceremony on the land. After I finished, this driver also did some light language. It was unexpected.
I hadn’t found the fruit place, but found the supermarket up the road. Victoria was wondering where I had got to, as I had been away a few hours. Turns out I had been at her neighbours. I did a Lemurian Healing for Victoria that day. The house was gorgeous. It has a large open plan design and kitchen. It sits up high in Captain Cook, overlooking out to sea. The sun goes a brilliant orange with the sunsets there.
Victoria said that the group could go ahead at her lovely house the next night. As there was a problem, in that the original venue had overbooked. This was good, as it meant that her partner and the German lass could also attend. It seemed as this first group was meant to be on this part of the Island, on this sacred land.
Kealakekua Bay
During the day I went down to Kealakekua Bay. Victoria kindly dropped me down in the morning, in the snorkeling and swimming place. I walked round a little bit of the walk and then lay in the sun and swam. Then later I walked back up to Kealakekua Bay. I stopped on the way at a clearing. LL energy was coming through at the clearing. Then at the Bay, I felt the energy very strongly around the ancestral site. I was there.
The bay there is where the Spinner dolphins come in most days. They are nocturnal. It is better to go swimming with them first thing in the morning. And eave them alone during the day to sleep. So I didn’t swim there. There was some locals with the doors open in their cars right beside where they sleep. They were playing very loud music, and my whole body was feeling what the dolphins were feeling. Only I suppose the dolphins have an even more sensory sound sense. So, I really felt it for the dolphins and made an exit myself.
A young local Hawaiian lass and her brother gave me a lift back up. They also picked up another sister. There were going to cook for their church group, so were off to the supermarket, and dropped me there. She told me about the Mongoose, and how they can steal your food if you are not looking!
And then back to Victoria’s, where she had been busy and had prepared the space for the group that evening. We put some candles around too. Kristin Aria Shaw arrived with a friend of hers, whom carried her large Harp up the stairs.
Lemuria Rising Group – Kona
14 October, 7.30-9pm, Coffee Drive, Captain Cook.
The door is open to the Lemurian energies, an allowance for the original innocence, purity and joy. These energies are now accessible again on the earth plane without interference. Let these sounds, vibrations and frequencies of the evening wash through you. The intention is for you to leave with a greater sense of harmony and balance.
Kristin Aria playing her Celtic harp for the group, was very soothing and healing. www.kristinaria.com. And I brought through light language attuning for the heart, solar plexus, and throat chakras. The feeling of harmony was strong and held in this group. Mahalo to everyone, there were seven of us for this first group in Hawaii. Which holds a reference to the Pleiades. So I couldn’t help but wonder that they were over lighting this first anchoring on the Big Island. Whatever was needing to be done, was done and significant for that group.
Kristin Aria Shaw
The next morning I was catching an early bus, to the other side of the Island. I walked to catch the bus at 6 am in the morning. It was dark as I walked down the road with my bag. The moon was up and full, and looked amazing. I was moving from one side of the island to the other on the full moon. It was the first of a series of three super moons, happening in succession in October, November, and December. What a way to finish this year and ‘up-grade’. Victoria came by in her car, she was worried I hadn’t got there so had driven down! It was so nice. We had a big hug. I was very thankful to her for her support. It was like it was written in the stars.
The bus came to $2 for a 4 or 5 hour bus ride (a lot cheaper than Iceland!) and it was a nice bus and bus ride too. I got to see the maunas, the mountains, which took my breath away. There are five volcanoes on the Big Island. Two main ones Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa.
Hilo
I got off the bus in Hilo at about 11 am. The next bus to Puna was in about 3 hours. So, I had some time. When I arrived, two large Banyan trees stood before me, forming almost a gateway. I felt called to walk through them upon arrival. These beautiful trees seemed to hold some powerful energy. I felt this energy strongly as soon as I got off the bus. The rawness and energy were powerful around the area in the park. They were different from the other side of the Island. The energy was almost more potent.
I got some yummy Tapioca and food. With my bag, I sat in the park near the bus station to eat and re-group. There were some people around for the free meal that day. The band was playing overly cheesy Christian songs. A man came by whom was part of the Christian group offering the free food for the homeless. He saw I was a traveller and invited me to join for something to eat. I thanked him but said I had my lunch, talking further he said he was the pastor at the church. He said the land we were sitting on used to be buildings, and the Tsunami had wiped them out.
At the bus station, I met a Hawaiian man. His name was Hale. He said this was the name for heart in Hawaiian. He had a staff and a big beard and was about sixty or so, he held a powerful mana. I went to connect with one of the big trees in the park. I felt much better, after grounding in with this tree and light language. Like I had landed.
Before the bus came, I got to talk to Hale again. I said that I was a white woman bringing through an ancient language of this land. He spoke of how things might not be as they seem. He said a name that I didn’t understand, it was Hawaiian, the bus came, and we got on. His friend helped me put my bag up. We actually didn’t talk on the bus, but sat on seats parallel. It was like they were my chaperon’s to Puna. Hale had said he could sense my positivity. I sensed the same energy from him.
PunaDistrict
Emily Button I had met in Maui. She had since moved to the Big Island, where she had bought an off grid house in Kapoho. She knew I was coming through, and had kindly offered that I could stay at her house. She was going to be away on Molokai.
I got off the bus at Pahoa. I had Emily’s directions written down. But I didn’t really have a hot clue as to how I was going to get there. I got a little bit stressed, but I guessed I should just roll with it. So I went into the garage and ask for advice. A man and his friends are getting something out of the fridge. They let me know some directions. I go up to where they say I should wait for a bus. I walk up the main street of Pahoa. This town is like stepping back in time, its like a cowboy town with wooden boardwalks. Strolling along raised wooden platform sidewalks with Victorian-style storefronts.
I see the same man again in his car. His friend is looking for me. They say, “We will give you a ride there!” He said he was given the message to take me. So these three angels, that may not look like angels, gave me a lift directly to Emily’s house. I give them my directions to the lady in front. Together, they make sense of it and we are rolling through towards Kapoho. I was sitting in the back with a butch kind of she. She was kind and full of information, and had been fixing the driver’s car. She had bought a cheap piece of land, and was building a house from scratch. Amazing! Railroad Ave. where Emily lives is a two-mile Dirt Road. They were happy to go down a road they have never been on before. It was a great adventure. I gave the driver $10 for his help, as I was very appreciative.
Kapoho
Emily Buttons place on Railroad Ave. They felt apprehensive dropping me off, as no one was there. I knew I would be fine, and I was in the right place. There was a lovely dog there, it let me past. Emily’s was open, it is always open. Many houses are in the Big Island. As there is no glass on the windows, just netting for mosquitoes. I went in and quietly made myself at home. I had some food with me. I felt the quiet and the land and I was happy for a sanctuary.
Emily’s good friend Marty, came back later, as he also lives in a building on site too. And is also kind of like a caretaker. He was helpful and kind to me. He had just had a birthday party there the night before. I was glad I had arrived on a quieter night.
Her place is off the grid, as a lot of places on the island are. I guess it easier in a warm climate all year round. It had all you needed, including Wi-Fi. Large windows look out to ferns, greenery, coconut trees and Hawaiian foliage. The windows in her room also looked to the two goats, so you could see their comings and goings. One had a bell on, which was reassuring in a way that I was with company.
Puna anti-social club.
Emily is American, and so is Marty, whom seems to be resourceful and talented at building. He told me he had an epiphany one day as a software engineer, always working indoors. That he wanted to do something new, something else, thus he moved to Hawaii, a cowboy making things. He attended many burning man festivals, and built many structures. Marty helped with the fire side of things because he likes fire. One of Marty’s other loves is playing 80s hits, locked in, loudly in the car. He must have found me very annoying. As Cyndi Lauper was resounding through my ears I asked him to turn her on down. Marty has built an adorable side building, which was part of their enterprise. In that it was an air b n b set up. A sign saying, ‘Puna anti-social club’ sat proudly above its door.
Marty
On Monday he took me into town as he was going in. It was my first day out of the grounds. At the supermarket, I feel a tap on the shoulder. It’s the man who gave me a lift two days ago! Wow that is amazing, he tells me his name is Dusk. So I introduce him and we all chat for a while, I’m reeling on the synchronicity of it all.
On the Tuesday, I walk to the end of the drive, and my body is finally moving again. As I had been quite tired again, and had enjoyed the space and rest and meditation. Papayas, bananas, avocados are all free from the neighborhood. I walk down the road and pick up papaya and avocados. I take them if they are on the ground and look like they are not going to be used.
Izzy
Warm Pools
Marty picks me up on the main road as arranged (Kapoha Road) and takes me to the Warm Pools. Which was lovely. I felt strongly the energy of the land beside it. The Hawaiians have claimed this land as Kings land. They are protecting it. Izzy was Marty’s dog, and he had got her from a shelter. You couldn’t help but fall in love with her. A woman came swimming by with bright blue eyes and she had remarked on the doggy waiting patiently. Patricia and her partner were house sitting nearby, and she had also been to Burning Man a few times.
They follow us back and came to see the place and I do some LL for them both. Which Patricia responds to well and is full of joy about. They leave before it gets dark, as there are no street lights down that there dirt road.
Kilauea
The next day I rest and get ready to go to Volcano National Park. It’s a rainy day, but Marty is still keen to go. He kindly offers to drop me off. I make some food to take. I was going to stay at Holo Holo Inn. So he drops me at the Hostel in Volcano to check in. The Japanese man whom owns it, Satoshi, he says ‘two minutes later and you would have missed me’. I put my bag in the room with one other young lass, and briefly chat to her. Then I head back out to the van. Where Marty and Lucy the dog, drive up to the see the Lava at night, to see the crater. From where he parked, it was a short walk up to the lookout. Up we go, its dark and I cant see where I am going, but we are on the Mountain. It was amazing to see it glowing red up the top. Some nice people offered their binoculars. I looked at it through them. Oh my goodness, it looks amazing seeing it through these lenses!
Volcano
Marty drops me back to the Holo Holo Inn Hostel in Volcano Village, and then heads off. The Hostel is next to the Old Japanese School. Thirty years ago, the very friendly owner Satoshi tells me, he came to the Big Island. He purchased the land and camped on the lawn, seems he built the hostel and is still running it. He has seen many changes, was well travelled, and had hitched his way around NZ. It was a great place to stay.
Kilauea
The next morning the weather has cleared, as the evening before was still drizzly. I meet a French couple in the kitchen, they were living in Tahiti. They were driving to the National Park. I asked if I could get a lift with them. They said yes.. We get there at about 9am, and the sun is shining bright. I am thankful, I am here. I walked past the sulphur pools firstly.
And then carried on up the walk around the crater to the lookout and the Museum. I was guided to lie on the ground at one stage, and I did some recordings on the way up. I spent some time with the energies of the rock at the first car park. Then, I buried an Ashtar Peace Pearl under it. I felt like I was just there to receive and reconnect with this place. Up at the Museum, with lots of interesting information and diagrams about the volcanoes on the Big Island.
After about an hour, I was about to leave. Suddenly, everyone started exclaiming loudly. There was a bit of a climax. The crater did a big explosion and a piece of rock must have fallen in (so people said). A whole lot of smoke rose into a ball in the air. A larger fiery glow appeared in the crater. It lasted for about 5 -10 minutes and then resumed to its ‘normal self’.
Descending, I felt activations coming through strongly at a certain part of the track. And I found myself shouting out the light language. Don’t know whether it was a remembrance of the land. I got a few lifts and a back bus to Emily’s place, slightly buzzing after the days adventures.
Kehena Beach
Next morning, Marty the tour guide takes me along to Kehena Beach. A place where Spinner dolphins sometimes come to swim early, so we went at about 7.30 in the morning. A narrow black sand beach, its off the beaten track really, with a small hike down. Its located on the east shore in Lower Puna, along the Red Road.
The sea is rough there with big rocks. They can kind of pull you out. So I decided against going in. As its better to be a strong swimmer to swim there. I paddled in the shallow and took photos of the rocky environs. I heard Marty swearing. He was trying to come into shore. So I sent good energy to help him. He made it in and said it was the best swim he had ever had in his life! – as he had gone right out and floated for a while.
Back to Emily’s. I started getting ready for leaving Emily’s lovely sanctuary the next day. I spent time meditating and getting myself prepared for the group. The next morning, it was goodbye and thankyou to Marty for being a brilliant tour guide. And then meeting up with Madhavi, at the end of Railway Road. I did a Lemurian Healing outside for her. And then we drove to Hawaiian Sanctuary for the group. Madhavi is from Estonia, and living in the Big Island. This was our first meeting, and she was a guest in the group.
Lemuria Rising Group – Pahoa
22 October, At Hawaiin Sanctuary, Kalapana, 2-5pm.
The Four Elements.
There were eleven in the circle for this group. Some of the staff from the Sanctuary were present. Terra, who was a host from Hawaiian Sanctuary, and Ekahi attended. One lady felt called to come. She did light language similar to mine, and we sung together at the end. Kristin had previously played harp in the other group in Kona. She drove all the way from Kona to take part again.
Kristin at Hawaiin Sanctuary, getting ready for the group.
The guest presenters, for this second group, were Madhavi Infinity, Kristin Aria Shaw and Jade Chen. There was a powerful anchoring that day by that group. Ekahi was the bridge for the event as well as Terra. At the end we all set the intention, to concentrate energy through Mauna Loa and then out to the world.
L to R – Ekahi, Jade, myself, Kristin, Madhavi and Zsoltima
Ekahis description of the group afterwards.
‘Nicola grounded the energies in the Root, Sacral, Solar Plexus and Heart chakras channelling and speaking in Lemurian Light language. She was representative of the EARTH element.
She had musical accompaniment from Kristin Aria Kristin Aria Shaw, (Celtic Harpist and composer playing harp from the Angelic realm!) representing the AIR element.
Madhavi Infinity (harmonium, ukulele, and vocals) represented the WATER element,
and Jade Rajbir Kaur (gongs, percussion, crystal bowls and tuning forks) represented the FIRE element. That was my intuitive perception of the musical energies!
During Madhavi’s segment! there was a huge down pouring of torrential rain! .Such profound Divine timing! Nothing was rehearsed! Everything was purely spontaneous! and perfect!
Closing ceremony were beautiful vocals with Nicola Gibbons and Ariya Lorenz. So grateful for everyone being present, for holding this high-vibrational sacred space for the Rising of Lemuria!
And also an artwork was made during the group. As artist Zsoltima, from Hungary had offered that he would like to do a live art drawing. www.mysticlinguistic.com
Madhavi Infinity
Afterwards, Jade and I went for dinner at a restaurant in Pahoa to celebrate. She had invited me to stay on her land for the next two nights. The first night staying on the land with lush vegetation, it seemed she owned the land. She was building on it. Because of this, she had about five woofers staying. One of the huts was available, and so I got to stay in the very cool tree house. I slept under a mosquito net, and like sleeping outside in the trees.
Jade in one the cool huts on her land.
Lava fields
The next morning, Jade came to fetch me. First, we went to the markets. Then she took me back to her other place (she rents out on air b n b as well). This house is on the lava fields. An eruption took over this part of the town. The lava rolled in. Then people could buy land on this and build on it. Walking on the lava fields was amazing. I went a bit mad taking photos. There were so many different patterns formed within the lava.
We rested and I gave Jade a Lemurian Healing in the afternoon. That night, she took me along the road. It was a beautiful drive. We stopped off at Bobs Place. She showed me the landing pad that has been placed there. And then picking up her son, and some food en route back to her house.
The next day, Jade and her son brought me to the airport in Hilo. I was flying back to New Zealand. 24 October, Flew at 10.52 am, with Hawaiian Airlines (12 hour flight – 2 hour stop over in Honolulu). Bumped into the same woman many times at the airport, and then she ended up sitting next to me. Flight was really good, watching some Hawaiian films. Arriving back in to Auckland, NZ, 25 October, at 10.30pm.
New York was on my radar. And upon researching my flight path back to NZ, stumbled upon WOW Airlines, with cheap flights to Boston. So there was a wild card and I found myself in Iceland.
16 Sept, saying goodbye to Glastonbury, for a midday flight from Bristol to Keflavik, arriving at 2 pm. I stayed at Bus Hostel, in Reykjavik, and had a dawdle around. It was cold arriving in. I found that Iceland is like living in an airport, as it seemed expensive to buy food. And so I was glad that I had been in contact prior with a woman Johanna. About a Help X work exchange at her Guest House. It was confirmed and I booked a bus northwards.
Hvammstanga
It was seriously beautiful scenery on the way, waterfalls, waterfalls, waterfalls. Arriving at Hvammstanga, a small village by the water in the North. I found my way up the hill to the Guest House, Gistiheimilli Honnu Siggu, Gardevegur.
You can see the northern lights from here. And Johanna whom I am staying with said that sometimes you can see whales in the harbour. It is a quiet town, and this suited me just fine. There was not many people staying, with the colder weather, so the job wasn’t too difficult. It was of course very clean. It was nice to have somewhere to stay for a good while. Johanna and her husband were very kind to me. When I arrived the handle off my wheelie bag had broken, and he fixed it for me. For a traveler this makes one very happy. I was able to rest there too and had some lovely meals.
Whilst staying there, I enjoyed taking walks and exploring the small town. Visiting the Kidka Wool Factory shop, for their woolen Icelandic designs, conversing with the shop keepers. Seeing the horses, out walking, seeing the sea. And visiting the local swimming pool with an outdoor hot tub and steam bath, to keep the bones warm! It was doing cleaning work at the Guest House, changing beds, etc. It was nice to talk with the guests. It was perfect, as the weather was still cold there, I guess they were at the start of their winter. I spent much time organising future groups online.
Crossed the Northern Lights off my Bucket List!
I was graced to see the Northern Lights, on my last night there. I had the hunch to open the curtain, and there it was above! I went past the room of my hosts, and let them know, ‘I’m going out to see the Northern Lights.’ They weren’t fazed, for them, I guess it’s like seeing trees grow. It just kind of happens. I was amping, and they were in normality.
So standing in the middle of the street, with eyes glued to the sky, the lights they danced above me. Like a giant paint brush coating the sky with a wash. It was green, not a bright green though. There was a big circle above me very briefly. Then merged into washes around the sky and then it exited. I was very happy that the lights had shone above me that night. As it was something I had always wanted to see. I later found that many other travellers had seen them that night too. I wasn’t long outside and then back in to the warm, the show was over.
Akureyri
From there, I caught a bus to Akureyri, where I stayed at the Akureyri backpackers. Really good place to stay. Went for a walk in the evening as the sun was sinking, with a fellow from the hostel. We took photos down by the water of the boats. A boat that looked interesting was about to leave. I asked what they were doing, and it was at Northern Lights tour. Where they go out on the sea to see them. There is a small ounce of regret that we didn’t jump on that boat, as it was a clear night. Oh well, there really are no regrets.
I loved the fact that the traffic lights in this town have heart shaped stop lights… to lift the spirits during an Icelandic winter.
pic courtesy of the internet
After a few nights in this town, wandering about, and a bit of gridwork. I caught a bus back down to Reykjavik. Staying at Bus hostel again.
Hafnarfjordur
My last day in Iceland, in the morning with my bag in tow. I made my way to Fjordur as it is enroute to Kevlavik airport. It is the third largest town in Iceland, and only a fifteen minute drive from downtown Reykjavik. Its almost hard to know where Reyjkavik finishes and Hafnarfjordur starts. Hafnarfjordur is a charming fishing town, its an important port since the 14th century thanks to its secluded harbour.
Upon reading online that its evidently where ley lines meet, I made the side journey. I really liked this town, it felt peaceful there. And if I ever go back to Iceland I would like to stay there. Spending time near some rocks with quite a strong energy.
Hellisgerdi Park
You might be surprised to learn that in addition to its 30,000 human residents. Hafnarfjörður is also home to Huldufolk, collectively called ‘Hidden Folk’. Local folklore has it that you can visit these nature beings in Hellisgerði. In that, many of the native Iceland folks believe in the existence of Elves, dwarfs and other mystical beings, with many stories
Hellisgerdi Park s a small enchanting garden tucked away on a quiet street. Just a 5-minute stroll from the town centre of Hafnarfjordur, It’s easy to imagine elves at home there. With its old trees and gorgeous flowers. With walkways weaving in the moss-covered lava rock formations. Leading you in to secret Elf walks and hidden waterfalls and ponds.
Tourists go there looking for the elves and come away disappointed. But maybe the elves have seen them coming! Definitely felt the magic in this park, and spent quite a lot of time here. Also buried a pearl there under tree. The walk starts at the the Elf Garden house. That offers gifts inspired by huldufolk and nature.
Thoughts on Iceland.
The Churches – with so many architectural clever designs. Varied, unique and sitting well in the environs. If there isn’t already a photographic coffee table book of the churches, then there ought to be. Some look Space Age or Sci Fi. They are a far cry from the churches and steeples of ye old England.
The food. I ate a lot of Skyi yoghurt, which is commonplace in Iceland and from an old culture or something. I ate lots of rye bread and rye crackers. And an abundance of meat and lamb where I was staying at the Guesthouse, as in Iceland meat is king. I ate a lot of coleslaw, as it was cheaper on the travels!
The Icelandic people are very resilient. They like to keep to themselves, as anyone would living on an island in arctic conditions. But at the same time a warmth shines through. With open conversation be respectful to them and to their country. They are very respectful to their own country. It was looked after and clean and organized.
Horses everywhere, happy looking horses – on vast landscapes. And water everywhere. In Iceland you are always reminded of water, everywhere is waterfalls.
Vatn – Water
Tak – thankyou.
1st October, 3.30pm flew with Wow airlines from Keflavik to Boston, USA.
Arriving on a bus from Glastonbury, and stayed one night with Gina on Windmill Hill, in Bristol. It took bit longer than expected to get there! Was up late as chatting and gave her Lemurian Healing. It was very cool old house, complete with creaky floorboards. Even though I was being as quiet as a field mouse, I may have woken up her flatmate. As it was an early bird walk to the bus stop in Bristol.
Edinburgh
At 6.20 am, I was on the Megabus to Manchester, another to Glasgow. My old Scottish pal Gil, was there to meet me at St Andrews bus station at 7 pm. I hadn’t seen Gil for fifteen year, and it was wonderful to see her again. And like it is with certain friends, even though a lot of time had passed, it felt like only yesterday. She shared a flat with her partner Colin. We had a lovely meal of Tapas. I stayed for one night.
The next morning it was an early bus to Waverley Station for a train to Glasgow. Then another train arriving in Oban around 2 pm. I enjoyed eating some food sitting by the water and waited for the ferry. I had brought my ticket to Iona, its a double ferry booking. First, there is a ferry ride to Mull. Then it’s a lovely bus through the scenery of the island. Finally, you take the ferry to Iona.
Iona
I met John on the bus, an Irishman living in Boston. It was a short ride over. I met two women who had also read the book ‘Anna, Grandmother of Jesus’. Inspired, they were on their way to Iona. This book had also inspired my return to Glastonbury. They were keen to hear about Glastonbury as were also heading there.
The hostel was on the North side of the island, near a beach, I found my way there.
Iona
I was guided to a few spots outside on Iona, and also spent time in the churches. Enjoyed the acoustics in the churches singing when no one was about. Some of the days were chilly. A song kept coming to me when I was there, which I recorded later.
Song from Iona
Tobermory
I went to Mull on the way back. I hadn’t planned to, but I ended up staying there a night at the backpackers at Tobermory. As met a fellow traveller, and we travelled with a couple straight off the ferry from Iona. There was a Gaelic singing event on in the town that night. I went along and enjoyed listening to different groups singing. The ladies on the door let me sneak into the ceilidh for a quick dance. Afterward, I retreated back to the hostel completely knackered. Really enjoyed the art gallery there on Tobermory, and watching the boats over the sea, a magic place.
Baliscate
I went on a day walk to Standing Stones, Balliscate, after finding out about it from visiting Mull Museum. It is not far from town. You will find three standing stones of basalt here. They have been erected in moorland 390 m SW of Balliscate. I followed the map from the museum, through gates on farmland. I spend some time with these stones. The northern stone, is 1.7 m in height, a straight-sided monolith with a flattish top.
The stones have stood there for over 3000 years. They were erected during the Bronze Age. A dig in 2004 found fragments of quartz, which are a common find on ritual sites. There is also the remains an early Christian chapel nearby, the footings of a stone structure. The earliest chapel built there may date back to the time of St Columba of Iona in the 6th Century. The Time Team excavated the site in 2009. They suggested that it might lie at the heart of a monastic community.
Edinburgh
Back to Edinburgh, where I stayed again with Gillian and Colin, whom are both Printmakers. Gil was the screen printing technician at the Edinburgh Printmaking studios, where I had met her. I had lived in this town for four years in my late twenties. This was the first time I had been back.
I rested at Gills. And one day bussed into town, to wander and gander around the magical city. It was a trip down memory lane, spending time in the meadows. To feel the magic again, when you sit on a seat in Princes St gardens. And gaze up at the Old Town and the Edinburgh Castle. The city that had stolen my heart and kept me there for a good while.
Rosslyn Chapel
I was wanting to go to Rosslyn Chapel, it was not far from Gil’s flat. She was keen to go too, so we went out for lunch first. I had been there once before, on my last day of living in Edinburgh. On that day, I was advised by someone there to stand in a certain spot. And so I stood there, and felt a surge of energy through me. I had never felt this before, so came as a surprise. This was the first time I had felt a current. I was curious to find it again, and so I asked a staff member, whom showed me the hot spot. I didn’t feel it quite the same, but stood there all the while.
The chapel was founded in 1446, when it was begun to be built. It is full of intriguing carvings. There are carvings of plants too, like Aloe Vera, which grows in hotter places than there in bonny Scotland. There are panels which portray the seven deadly sins. It is also renowned for its many carvings of the Green Man, representing natures growth. As well as the birth of Christ,
The carvings everywhere in the chapel are elaborate, and it seems to be full of stories and depictions. There is even an angel playing bagpipes, celebrating Christs birth. There are many carvings in the chapel representing Masonic associations. And a symbol used by the Knights Templar, another of the many references to Christ, the lamb of god. Whose aim was to protect the pilgrims traveling to the Holy Land during the Crusades. There is a crypt, which is the oldest part of the chapel.
Gil and I had a nice time, and she help me bury one of the pearls in the garden. And she didn’t mind that I did some LL, for the ceremony, it seemed natural to her.
Manchester
13 Sept, it was saying goodbye to Gil, and an early bus to Glasgow, to get my ears suctioned. Then a Mega bus to Manchester, arriving at 5.30 pm. As was going to stay with Linda Paris, whom lived towards Altrincham.
It was like Armageddon when I arrived, with really heavy rain and large thunderstorms. The skies had opened, and I had never seen anything like it. The trams were stuck. It was a dark night, I asked a youngster for directions to the buses. Thank goodness, he said, ‘I’m going that way, so I will show you’. I found the bus, in the sideways rain, and arrived. I had not seen Linda since 2011, when we walked through the jungles of Guatemala together. We caught up if ever briefly, and I gave her a brief Lemurian Healing to say thank you.
14 September, in the morning, met a man at the stop, whom shared his taxi for free into town. My lucky stars were with me, getting to the Mega bus stop. As there was still an upheaval of transport from the rains the night before. Turns out he was a fellow print maker, and so we nattered about art and printmaking. Then got to the 9.20 am bus to Bristol, arriving at 1.45 pm. From there it was back in to Glastonbury to meet up with a friend Ian.
16 September, a few days later, I was heading to Iceland, on my way back to New Zealand.
The Lemuria Rising groups begin, with a whisper in my ear.
London
In December 2015, I started a housesit in Walthamstow. It was for a friend of my sisters, Damien and Ashlie, whom were going to New Zealand. It was at 55 Century Road, nearest tube was Blackhorse Road. With two cats, Smokey a tabby cat, and Bandit a Black cat. I was thankful for this time to stop.
I rested, I did writing, I hibernated, I went deep into my women ‘cave’ went underground so to speak. I did volunteering at a Soup Kitchen nearby. There was a nice park nearby.
20 Jan, met up with Helen and Ramaji and their daughter Sophie, as they were in town.
24 Jan, went to a house concert, of Maria Luas, it was her birthday party, with music and shared food.
6 February, went to Musuem, for Science art free thing, was very enjoyable.
Bruton
After London, I went to do a house sit for a contact of Carolines in Bruton, Somerset. It was a fantastic opportunity to spend time in this picturesque town close to Glastonbury. An actress called Abigail Moore lived there with her son. I was to look after her two cats while she was touring. The Mill was a small community of buildings close to the main street. And I ended up house sitting at about four of the different houses in that cluster. I was there until May the 5th.
BrutonBrutonThe Dovecote in Bruton
I had a part time job in the mornings cleaning At the Chapel, which was just a quick walk away. Cleaning from 5.45 to 7.45 in the morning, so my work was over by 8 in the morning. Seven days a week. I liked the well downstairs, and one of my tasks was to vacuum and mop in there every morning. I would also sing.
‘At the Chapel’ is a well known, stylish restaurant, bakery, venue and accommodation. It incorporates an 18th century congregational chapel and a stunning, south-facing terrace.
Funny story. In mid April, I did a short house sat for Matt there in Bruton. at 1 Providence Place. It was quite a ye olde stone cottage. He was a friend of Caroline’s. He had a cat named Bilbo. Since I am allergic to cats, I didn’t let the cat into the sleeping room. I had put coconut oil on my hair one time and woke up to a mouse nibbling on my hair! Traumatic so it was, I had to ask my dear friend Caroline for a hug afterwards!.
Bruton Dovecote
Bruton is about an hours drive from Glastonbury. I often bussed in between Glastonbury and Bruton, which was catching a few buses. I also repainted the interior of Juliette’s house for her. And so went to stay there a few days a week, whilst she was away. Also did housecleaning if needed for Healing Waters at the time.
I woke up one morning in Glastonbury. The words were very clear. ‘You are to organise a group called Lemuria Rising. And ask Michiel to do this with you’. And so I asked my friend Michiel Kroon and he said yes. And so the first groups were born. A couple and their baby had heard the clarion call and driven all the way from a good whiles away. And so there was a baby at the first group, this felt significant, like the original innocence.
The first two main groups, were the ones that Michiel joined me for. Two three hour groups. He would channel and bring through toning from the Pleiadeans. And I was doing light language and some readings/notes from Kryon. We really didn’t know how the groups were going to go, as we were in full trust. As Michiel had hosted groups before this really helped though.
People just knew they had to be there, to meet with that soul group again. And two larges groups came. I knew Michiel would move away too, which he did. And so the groups after then would be with other guest presenters. Until I later started doing them also on my own, which was a huge step.
The first Lemuria Rising groups!
Sun, 12 June 2016, 2-5pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation
An afternoon of Light Language, Channeling and Sound Healing… from the Pleiadians and the Lemurians. Hosted by Michiel Kroon and Nicola Gibbons.
Tues, 21 June 2016, 7pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation
A Solstice Ceremony of Light Language and song from Lemuria. Hosted by Nicola and Guests, the ancient songs… the second half will be open for participation.
Sun, 26 June 2016, 2-5pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation
An afternoon of Light Language, Channeling and Sound Healing… from the Pleiadians and the Lemurians. Hosted by Michiel Kroon and Nicola Gibbons.
Chalice Well head, dressed up for the Solstice occasion. I love being here at the Solstice Celebrations.
Crop Circle – Stonehenge
11 July, went to see aCrop Circle, just beside Stone Henge. This was my first ever Crop Circle visit. A magical experience with Leanne, Michiel and Hannamari.
Crop Circle with Stone Henge in the distance
Leanne
More Lemuria Rising Groupsthat year…
Lemuria Rising Bruton – July 16, 6.30 to 9, at Bruton Community Hall, with Samantha Surtees and Michiel Kroon.
Lemuria RisingGlastonbury – 2 August, 7 – 8.30pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation, with Leanne Blessed Journeys, and Ariana Heartsong. .
Lemuria Rising Bruton – Aug 10 7 – 8.30pm, at Bruton Community Hall, with Samantha Surtees. A voice and toning workshop, to open and attune the throat.
Lemuria RisingGlastonbury – 17 August, 7-8.30 pm at Isle of Avalon Foundation. With Hani from Israel. It was a large group of 26. We sung happy birthday to Ian. Hani brought a group of Israelis, as she was guiding a tour. Jessica Boles, brought through a Sound Healing journey.
20 August, I went to stay a few nights at the seaside. At Leannes place, in Westbay, Bridport. As I felt to be near the sea again, as it had been quite.
Dinder
Towards the end of August, I was house sitting in Dinder, the ‘Chocolate Box’ town. With Brodie the dog, for a woman called Angela in her house.
With Brodie in Dinder (Ians pic)
A friend Ian, came to visit. He is a photographer and a poet, and I had met him in Edinburgh many moons ago. We had kept in contact. He came to Glastonbury to visit because he felt the call. He bussed down from Scotland and has never left! He has set up his life and passions in Glastonbury. He took lots of photos around the chocolate box town.
On 26 August, Jane picked me up for a day trip to Glastonbury. We went to the Tor and found ourselves at the Egg Stone there. Brodie came along with us and had a great time. Jane loved Brodie. We buried a pearl there.
Up Glastonbury Tor
SolvanaPearls
A woman from Germany, her name is Alida, She had a project, with pearls to be anchored around the earth. She has written about the project here. As I was one of the people moving around a lot. A friend mentioned it, and she sent me lots of them, some Ashtar peace pearls, and some magnetic pearls. These I have been anchoring as part of the journeys, at many places around the earth. One went in opposite the White House, one went in Ground Zero. One went near the egg stone at Glastonbury Tor. Many have been buried that have not been recorded!
After Dinder, I went for a short trip up to Scotland, and then back briefly to Glastonbury for two days.
16 Sept, saying goodbye to Glastonbury, bussed to Bristol airport, for a midday flight to Keflavik, Iceland, with Wow Airlines. As it was time to journey back to Aotearoa via a few places!
2nd November, on the way to Bristol airport from Glastonbury, it was very misty. It was an amazing drive, together with the Autumnal colours – Sue drove us there. I was heading to France for the second time this year. But his time I was accompanying Juliette, to also do a work exchange on her land there. We landed at Toulouse.
We stayed for two nights firstly, at Juliettes friends guest house. Her name is Brigette, at Les Fenouitles, near Toulouse. The part of the house that she lives in is from the 12th Century. I had a really nice room in the guest house. Brigette had picked us up at the airport. She had some supper ready for us. The next day, we helped her in the garden. And cleaning out, the last space in her house to be renovated, which was going to be a bathroom. It was very dusty with centuries old dust. I loved eating outside in the garden, in the sun.
They set off in the afternoon to pick up some things. I lay on the grass in the sun and watched it go down after raking leaves. And it was nice to get to know her land, there was a well near where I was lying. Coming from New Zealand, wells are something we are not as used to seeing. The next day, after clearing more of those leaves, Juliet took me to her house, a couple of hours away.
It was sunny as we drove through the beautiful autumnal colours. Arriving just on dusk, Juliet showed me the house and some of the land. There is 100 acres, so only the land near the house! I didn’t sleep so well that night. I was sneezing from the feather pillows! Was fine the next night after changing. Juliettes place, is in the commune of Gonqueriel, La Garouffie (Hamelet) Department of Tarn.
I raked the leaves in the morning whilst David, Juliet’s friend was fixing the roof. One day we picked up a stairwell from a little village in the direction of St Antonin du Nobel Bell. Arnac,
Every day was sunny and warm, except the last day when it was cold and misty. We harvested chestnuts and walnuts, cleared bracken, cut back some trees, and cleared up the spring a wee bit. The last few days I was tiling – putting in art deco tiles behind a fireplace. This was the first time I had tiled, so she was very trusting! The wall was quite uneven. We are not talking straight lines on the tiles I put in! But I enjoyed putting them up all the same.
We went to the market on the Friday, which was fun. Tasting cheeses, and soaking it in. Juliet brought an axe from a second hand shop. My body was tired. so I rested for a few days, felt renewed. I saw a snake too, cleaning near a plant pot, I think I had upset its nap place.
On 11 November, Juliet had taken me to a spring on her land. It was just near her house. We were walking past it really. I felt a very strong energy in there and I knew that is where I wanted to be for 11.11 day. My friend Michiel, messaged. Saying he was going to be at the spring at Healing Waters in Glastonbury, at that time. His time was an hour out, but we synchronized to be meditating at the same time. I went down to the spring and meditated, Juliet came down just before 11.11, she said later she could sense a peaceful energy.
St Aidans Prayer for the Holy Island, Lindisfarne – Adapted for the Isle of Avalon, Glastonbury. Lord, this green island, make it a place of PEACE, Here be the peace of those do thy will Here be the peace of each one serving the other. Here be the peace of people praying together. Here be the peace of praise by dark and day. Be this island, thy Holy Isle of Avalon, at PEACE I, lord, they servant, make this prayer Be it in thy care, Amen
13 November, Juliet kindly dropped me to the airport, flight at 21.00. I was on my way to Bristol, Ali and Michiel met me. I had met Ali’s in New Zealand, and we stayed at her new flat for a few nights. We did sound healing here too with Michiel, as Ali had a going and a few Sound Healing instruments. Then it was the 376 back to Glastonbury!