Departed on the 10th to the Cedaberg with my youngest son, Alexandre. The trip of four and half hours was delightful, even though I am not particularly happy to drive for one hour and a half on the dirt road (had an accident on that trip with my car in January). We saw an abundance of flowers, yellows, oranges and all shades of purple. Loads of snow on the mountain peaks, plenty of water running down the mountains and buck, which is the first time I see on that trip (even though I have done it six times in the last 10 months).
That night, Tuesday I must have slept a maximum of 2 hours on and off. As usual, (this happens regularly), I was woken up sometime during the night and told to go outside and watch the skies. I politely refused, considering that there was ice outside and I don’t know what temperature, but definitely, well below zero.
We reached a compromise. I wrapped myself in a blanket and went to sit by the window. Was told to watch the show because it was for me. First thought on my mind was, UFO’s? Ashtar? (there has been UFO’s cited there by my friends). I was told to watch the stars. There were three that were very bright, much brighter than any of the other stars in the sky. And you must know, that the Cedaberg has the most beautiful sky I have seen in my entire life. There is no electricity for thousands of kilometres around and so the stars are at their brightest. The stars formed a triangle pointing down, with two stars, each at the top corners of the triangle and one star at the bottom. I was told to watch the star on the top right and all of a sudden it disappeared. I closed my eyes and looked again, it was still not there. Kept on looking and the next thing it was back. Was than told to look at the top left star and it did the same. The stars were not disappearing for a split second only, they were disappearing for a long time. This continued like a game, told repeatedly to first watch one and than the other star. They than went into a pattern of “winking ” at me. Immediately after, there were 3 shooting stars right across the entire sky. I had the feeling that the third star at the bottom was like an anchor for the other two. It was reiterated again that the show was put on for me. The rest of the night I lay with the crystals I had been instructed to use, on my body. Sliding from total awareness, to a half awake place, “I know there is more going on than I can consciously comprehend” to a, “I am out of here, can’t compute” . Woke the next day amazingly refreshed considering I had slept so little. Ate very little most of the day and drank liquids most of the time.
At about 11.00 AM, myself and the three children, started creating a medicine wheel, under the trees, in front of the house. Picked 12 boulders from the sides of the stream, that felt needed to be picked up and brought to the wheel. In the centre of the wheel I arranged a conglomerate of crystals, and the children added flowers, a fairy figurine and any other crystals they felt should be there. We sprinkled the all lot with water from the stream. I also lit some incense, walked around the circle a few times and than settled down on the floor, outside the circle, facing in the direction that felt appropriate. On the boulder in front of me I spread all the stones from my Earth pouch. (This is filled with stones from all over the world. I am blessed with beautiful friends and all of them add to this collection). I also added on the floor in front of me, three crystals that I had been specifically instructed to include into the space.
I must have eventually settled down at about 11.30AM and the children sat at whichever position they wanted, around the circle. The other adults joined us in their own timing and eventually I let whatever sound felt appropriate, to come out in toning and chanting. We went into a silent meditation for about 30 to 45 minutes and then we sounded the OHM together. Throughout the meditation my entire focus, was on allowing any energy to come through for the Highest Good. I had asked various people around the world to link with me, during this meditation. I could feel every time one of them connected. It was quite interesting the process by which it happened. Their names would just pop into my head. It ranged, from someone, who is very close to me, and was linked the whole time I was at the Cedaberg, to someone I had forgotten I had asked to link with me and all of a sudden the name would just came up. I had felt that I wanted to tone and chant, through the meditation at various stages, but I stopped myself not to interfere with other people’s space, due to that, my throat got really sore and it was like something inside wanted to explode. I told my friends I was off into the mountains on my own.
Got to the path behind the farm house and just ran for a while, until whatever need was driving me calmed down (I am sure the steepness of the mountains had something to do with it too). When eventually I got to a waterfall, I put my clothes down and got under it, (not easy considering that this water was flowing from the top of the mountains with snow), and was shown which rock to stand on. The waterfall was on my right slightly behind me and there was water running all around the rock. I could then, let all the sound that had been suppressed, burst forth. I was guided to chant and move my hands in specific patterns, as well as face in different directions at different times. I then went into some type of breathing pattern that left me quite breathless and feeling like I was going to loose my balance, so much so that I landed up on all fours, just in case I got too much out of balance. When I felt the energies had stopped flowing with such intensity, I climbed from that rock on to a nice smooth, flat rock where I could just lie down and soak up the sun. I was left with the feeling that SOMETHING had definitely gone on, but still a sense that not all was done. That evening was a very quiet one, still slept very little, spending most of the night in that special space, where everything is possible, but it actually does not matter, because all is perfect.
The next day, which was the 12th was spent taking it easy, meditating again around the wheel and drummed and chanted into the night. The energies during the day seemed, to be, of integration. Another night with very little sleep. This seemed to have been the pattern the entire time that I was there.
The following day we again sat by the wheel and meditated. Later in the afternoon, two of us, in the physical body and another, non-physically, gave healing to a fourth one of us. The most amazing flow of Unconditional LOVE and incredibly high energies flowed through us. I could relate much about it, but it is of a private nature, so I will not, except for the words that kept on echoing in my mind after the healing, which were “Welcome home, Brother”. That afternoon and early night, was spent listening to beautiful music and reading.
The next day, I woke up with a driving need to go to one of the caves, about 30 minutes hiking from the farmhouse.
Half way through the morning the three kids and myself, started out accompanied by the two dogs.
These caves are made up of one big cave, with a very narrow tunnel departing from it into the mountain and another less narrow and shorter tunnel that leads into another big cave.
When I got to the first cave, (where I have been once before and did some work with Gaia), I was lead to a specific spot and was guided into toning and chanting, facing specific directions and lead through a complicated array of hand movements. The children just watched and spontaneously gave me the needed space, and the dogs thought this was the greatest and joined in, with beautiful wolf songs.
On the way up the mountain the kids wanted to know if I would go through the tunnel into the other cave with them. (I get quite claustrophobic in tight spaces, but lately I am determined to conquer my fears by facing them head on). So guess what? Through the tunnel I went, tight in some spots, knocked my head twice, but got out on the other side none the worse.
The second cave is very big. It was obviously used by the bushmen, and has a communal area. There are stones that mixed with a bit of water, make a beautiful paste to paint faces with. So the kids and myself spent some time decorating our selves. My attention was then caught by a circle of rocks, which had been put in place around a fire. I fell into a sort of slow walk, around and around the circle, chanting at the same time. Again, the children just intuitively knew spirit is moving and gave me space. This time the dogs sat and stared at me, like I was a stranger, through the whole thing. Eventually I was guided to chant facing two different directions.
When this was finished we walked back home. I now had the feeling that this stage of the work and the changes and anchoring of energies that I had initially known, needed to be done, were now complete. My son and myself left that afternoon back home to Cape Town.
The next day I had great difficulty settling back home. After being in the Cedaberg for all those days, without any traffic, electricity or pollution, I found that a part of me was revolting against the noise that the cars made when they went past, or the clicking of the fridge when it went on. I have now adjusted to it, which is as it should be, at this point in time.
