The Journey Towards Awakening
The Story
Star Memories
One clear summer night some time ago, a little girl gazed into the vastness of the endless dark blue velvet sky. Millions of stars sparkled and a strange, yet almost familiar feeling of homesickness overcame her. Visions of unusual landscapes appeared in her consciousness that she somehow remembered from another dimension, another time. She was positive that she hadn’t seen anything like these landscapes on Planet Earth, yet there they were, clear and real in her mind’s eye.
She knew that she was supposed to be in bed, that it was well past the time when she should be asleep. But while her parents thought she was asleep, she loved to sneak out onto the balcony where she could gaze up at the breathtaking panorama played out before her in the night sky. She was fortunate that her bedroom room balcony faced the southern sky.
It was not a particular star that caught her attention, but the endlessness of all that is. Many dimensions, many worlds and millions of pictures whirled through her mind, making no sense to her in the moment. She was confused.
She felt as if she could fly into the night sky, where somehow she knew she would see the earth from another perspective, small and beautiful, like a perfect jewel. Floating in space gave her a feeling of reassurance and comfort. She was not a happy child and often felt a kind of homesick, a strange longing for what she knew not, especially at night. She always preferred to go to bed early because then she could be alone and in her own space. She often had the strange feeling that something was missing, but she had no idea what.
Strange longings
Memories of bliss
Feelings of completeness
Fading away
Into the abyss of nowhere
Dark veil of sadness
Covers her heart
Tears running down her cheeks
Who am I? Where am I from?
What went wrong?
Feeling abandoned
Lost somewhere in the darkness
But there is comfort in
the purple velvet of the night sky
Wrapping her in soft nothingness
Softness, endlessness….
Somewhere the secret is there
Forgotten but still there
One day I’ll know
One day I’ll find the way home
Often, when she woke in the morning her pillow was wet with tears she had shed during the night.
The journey
When I was a child, growing up in Switzerland, people used to tease me. They said I lived in dreamland and had too many fantasies for my own good. I was also fast, compared to other children, at doing things. I didn’t have many friends because I didn’t fit in with children of my own age. They said that I was not like them, that I acted and thought differently from them and they felt uncomfortable being around me. So I tried very hard to be like them - an impossible task that naturally didn’t work out.
As a child going to school, I constantly suffered extremely painful headaches. It was as though a sledgehammer were hammering inside my brain towards the top of the head. The doctor was convinced that the pain was coming from my eyes and he prescribed glasses. Though I hated wearing them, I got used to the glasses but my headaches didn’t go away. My body manifested all kinds of symptoms rejecting life, but something in me was stronger and wanted to live.
Later I married and had two children. By the time my children, a girl and a boy, were one and two years old, I had practically not slept without having to get up to attend to them several times during the night. The children, of course, felt my unhappiness and as a result were nervous babies. I had believed what all the romance told me that if I found my prince, got married and had children, I would find happiness. But it was not to be. I was not very happy in my marriage and it was far from a fairy tale.
The turning point
A couple of months before my 30th birthday, I again awoke with a hammering pain in my head. A seven weeks of non-stop headaches and pain started so bad that I no longer was able to eat. The pain and exhaustion was so bad, I wanted to die. That day I finally decided to see a doctor and this time I decided to tell him that I was not going home until he could do something about my pain. My stomach was in bad shape from taking so many painkillers, which, of course, didn’t work. I smoked some 25 cigarettes a day and instead of eating, I drank black coffee to keep me going.
I ended up in a clinic diagnosed as suffering “post natal depression.” Nurses put me in a room and gave me sleeping tablets for the first night. The next day I was taken to see the head psychiatrist. Her wonderful, shining red-gold hair fascinated me. That’s all I saw, and the only thing I can remember is her asking: “Do you really want to live? I think you have to make a decision.” It hit me like a thunderclap and I went back to my room with that question mulling in my head. I guess this is when I started to meditate. I sat there for hours and “meditated” on whether I should continue to live or not.
During the following nights I had vivid dreams. I dreamt I was struggling in a storm in the middle of an ocean. I saw my body fight the water and the wind, being swallowed by the waves. I glided away from my body into nothingness and woke up weeping. Every night the same dream was repeated, but each time the storm was a bit less and finally I managed to stay in my body.
This was the day I decided that I wanted to live and that I wanted too educate my children at home. The same day my headaches disappeared, never to return.
A few months later I attended a seminar about death and the process of dying. There I met a woman who told me about a psychic who taught courses in Zurich. The psychic, she claimed also gave “psychokinetic” readings and could “see” one’s life and help solve problems. I had no idea what this was all about but I felt compelled to try a reading.
I called Gisela, the woman who organized appointments for the readings, and she said: “Strange. I just checked the waiting list because someone canceled a reading. Well, I guess as you called me right at this moment, the appointment was meant for you to take. Let me check.” The psychic reader, Bob, agreed to see me that day.
I had no idea what to expect and had never had a “reading” before. Bob was a friendly American, who immediately put me at ease.
This first reading was an eye opener for me, allowing me to see who I really was. The reading touched me deeply and changed my life profoundly. I attended Bob’s classes, learning in the process that I was a powerful healer. It didn’t take long before I began to work with healing energy and offered my first class. Just as Bob had told me, once my psychic abilities had been activated, I began to remember my past lives. I became conscious of the other dimensions and tapped into knowledge about healing and the spiritual path, the way home. It seemed as though I simply knew everything that I needed for a particular situation. When I had a question, the answer appeared.
Bob also introduced me to healing with colors, a method of inspirational writing and many other things that I still use today in my daily life. During this period, I bought many books and learned many different healing techniques. I meditated every morning from 5-6 am. At this early hour, my family was still sound asleep.
Among the books I found was one on Bach Flower Therapy. I became totally fascinated by this healing method, immediately purchasing a set of stock-bottles and joining a weekend workshop to learn more. This is when my spiritual journey truly began.
Shortly thereafter, I attended seminars given by Thorwald Dethlefsen and Dr. Ruediger Dahlke in Germany, Tom Johanson in England, and many others. I organized for Elisabeth Kuebler Ross to give a lecture in my home town. She made a deep impression on my life. This was in the early 1980s, when I also learned regression and rebirthing therapy. Within a short time, I had set up a small, alternative healing practice and many people came to consult me. I created a lamp with colored filters for color therapy for sale and also made color therapy audio tapes, with healing affirmations, for each color of the rainbow.
Egypt – the remembering
Throughout my life, I have been fascinated by ancient Egyptian culture. I read all the books I could find on Egypt and wanted to visit the places that deep inside I knew I had lived before in other lifetimes.
Finally, in February 1987, I flew to Cairo. This was a year after my divorce; my husband couldn’t bear my spiritual transformation. I had managed to save up enough money for the trip. A friend had offered to look after my children for two weeks, so I had booked a tour to Egypt. It was not a direct flight to Cairo, but we flew first to Luxor, where I waited for a connecting flight that was 5 hours late. When I finally arrived in Cairo, I waited but my suitcase didn’t arrive. Neither did the man from the travel agency who was supposed to pick me up. It was past midnight and I was at a loss as to what to do, sitting all alone in an empty airport arrival hall and a police man came to find out what is going on.
Finally, my tour guide arrived -- a kindly Egyptian man -- with a thousand apologies for being so late. He told me that the trip I had booked had been cancelled and that I had to join another group. This particular group had already been to the Pyramids the previous day. It was devastating news to learn that I would miss the trip to the Pyramids. There I was with no luggage and no possibility of seeing the Pyramids. To make matters worse, all I had to wear were what I stood in -- high-heeled shoes, jeans and a synthetic blouse. This is how I was dressed on my first day out, which was a trip to Memphis. I was a mess, sitting on a horse with this totally unsuitable outfit. My shoes made it difficult for me to walk in the sand, while I tried to go around the temples and up the many stepped Pyramid of King Djoser in Sakkara. I was angry and confused and hoped that at least my luggage would arrive soon.
It didn’t, not for the whole two weeks I was there. But it was exactly these seemingly unfortunate circumstances that gave me the opportunity to meet special people and have some of the most incredible experiences of my life.
I finally was able to buy a toothbrush and other toiletries, plus two blouses and a dress to wear for dinner in the evening. This is all I had to wear for the entire two weeks and I had finally learned how to travel “light” with only one pair of jeans. It was fun actually since I didn’t have to worry about luggage and got extra attention because everybody felt sorry for me.
The whole journey was magical and I was part of a small group of interesting people. During the first evening I figured out that our guide, Cornelius, was a Sufi and I had a chance to talk with him about spiritual connections and he gave me a different interpretation on things beside the official one!
While visiting the Valley of the Death, I had a profound experience. Because of my unsuitable footwear, I was unable to climb over the hills with my tour group. So I remained with two elderly ladies to be taken by bus. I sat alone somewhere in the middle of the bus and when we approached the Valley of the Death, I suddenly began to feel so heavy and sad that tears streamed down my face. My whole body shook and I was so overwhelmed with sadness that I could scarcely breathe. I got off the bus and found a place in the shade to sit and feel what was going on inside me. When Cornelius returned with the group, he came straight over to me and told me to stay close to him. A sensitive and mature soul, he saw what was happening to me. I could talk openly and honestly to him about the things I saw on other levels and in other dimensions. Later he arranged for me to see special places outside the normal tourist routes.
I had already had strong visions and feelings of deja-vu while visiting other places in Egypt but, on this particular trip, I was truly afraid because my body was behaving in strange ways, shaking out of control.
As I entered one particular tomb, I felt as though an icy-cold hand was touching my throat and I could scarcely breathe. I felt myself go pale and I had to sit down after a few steps. It took all my willpower to move. Cornelius helped me down the narrow stairway and when I stopped at the bottom, I experienced incredible visions about past lives.
Later, when we visited the Abu Simbel Temple in Aswan, I received guidance on how to reenact a particular initiation ceremony, and I found myself spontaneously asking to be initiated once again. I still don’t know whether what happened next was a vision or if it was real. I entered a huge temple complex where I saw many people around.
I remembered that Elisabeth Haich, at than time a Yoga teacher in Zurich, had written in her book entitled “Initiation” that in Egyptian rites one had to ask three times for an initiation and then the priests had no choice but to accept you. I instinctively felt this to be true.
I found myself in the doorway of the first hall of the temple and I stood there preparing for the ceremony. Somehow I knew this preparation was very important. I sensed a wonderful presence, impossible to describe in words. Suddenly I was totally alone in the temple.
I walked slowly through the halls, feeling that every step was sacred, from one threshold to the next, each gateway becoming narrower than the previous one. I stood still at every threshold for a moment feeling the energy change and the sensation of “sacredness” grew. With every step, I prayed for divine guidance. Finally I reached the altar in the sacred chamber. I was wearing my brand-new Cobra ring, which I had collected from a jeweler two days before I left on my trip to Egypt. I had designed the ring some time ago, subconsciously remembering the initiation ceremony. The ring was in the form of a cobra with bright green emerald eyes. The cobra wound three times round my Venus finger (ring finger). I knew I had worn a ring just like this in a previous lifetime!
I placed the cobra ring on the altar, alongside a candle and a small incense cone that I had with me. As I lit the candle and incense cone I asked three times for an initiation. Suddenly my whole world changed. I saw a bright light above me and watched as a High Priestess opened a pathway for me. I don’t remember how long I was there. I just remember that when I finally got up and stepped outside the chamber, there were suddenly a lot of people entering at the other side of the temple and it was loud and noisy. My heart was racing and I felt as though I was returning from a far away place. For a second, I met the eyes of an old Egyptian man, who stepped quickly behind a wide pillar near by. He had looked at me in a very strange way.
Later, at the temple of Philae, I had another mystical experience. I wandered away from the group and stepped out of the temple. My inner guidance brought me to some small stalls displaying souvenirs. I saw the figurine of a black cat that fascinated me. I walked around, trying to pay for the figurine, but strangely there were no vendors to be seen. A voice in my head told me that I didn’t have to buy it; that it was a gift for me. I was puzzled, and afraid to walk away with the cat. Stealing something was a frightening concept for me. I kept walking, trying to find someone. But the place was deserted. Then I clearly heard Mercury/Thoth telling me to stop making a fuss and take the gift!
So, soaked in perspiration, I slid the figurine into my purse and walked away. I still have the cat in all her beauty and elegance! Later I purchased another cat figurine, in a way still wanting to “pay back.” This was the only item that was broken when I moved my household goods to Thailand.
My flight back to Cairo had not been reconfirmed and so I became separated from the group again, and booked on a later flight. This was my final day in Cairo and I hoped for a last chance to visit the Pyramids.
My driver, Mustafa, drove as fast as he could but when we finally arrived at the Pyramids at 4 p.m., they were already closed. I knew I had to fly back home the next morning and I was so overwhelmed with disappointment not being able to enter the Pyramid that I sat on the sand and cried. I had wanted to see the Pyramids as the final peak of my journey, I missed it in the beginning because of all the delays and travel arrangement changes. Here I was, standing before this magnificent monument, and unable to go to the King Chamber for a meditation. Mustafa tried to comfort me, offering to take me shopping, but I was inconsolable.
Finally I gave in we went shopping. I tried to explain to Mustafa why it was so important for me to get into the Pyramids. Then he told me about an old man called Champion who used to be the fastest Pyramid climber in the area. This man, he said, might have access to the Pyramids.
My heart lifted as Mustafa took me to see the old man. After a short conversation, Champion led me to his small house in a maze of houses close to the Sphinx. It was a desperately poor area, very dirty and chaotic and didn’t inspire much confidence in me.
Champion invited me to return to his place at 11p.m., saying that he could arrange for me to meditate under the Sphinx. Logically, I knew it was a crazy thing to do, but instinctively I still wanted to come. Back at the Hotel at first they didn’t want to arrange a taxi for me, but when I insisted, they finally got the minibus driver to bring me to the Sphinx at a horrendously high price.
When we arrived at the Sphinx, it was totally dark and the place was completely empty. The driver was terrified and wanted to take the crazy foreign lady straight out of there. He offered to drive me back, but I got out and he left. Standing alone at the big parking lot in front of the Sphinx, I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then three men with machine guns approached me. They were covered from head to foot and I could see only their eyes peering at me. My heart stood still for a moment. They asked me what I was doing there and when I told them, they took me to Champion’s house. There we found a group of men sitting on the floor and a veiled woman serving some food. First we had dinner, eating greasy food out of newspaper. I felt I had to eat to be polite, but almost got sick just looking at the food.
At about 1 a.m. Champion stood up and, followed by five other men, we went to the Sphinx. We had to climb over fences, while the men followed me, always pointing ahead with their machine guns. Finally, we reached the stele between the legs of the Sphinx and they left me there alone, saying they would be back later. I sat in meditation and “saw” what lay beneath the Sphinx and the Pyramids. I knew also in this awareness, that one day more things will be discovered by historians and made public, but not all of what I saw in this moment was from the 3rd dimension. And in this moment it was just for me to see.
I sensed the presence of many beings and all kinds of energy, some of it very dark. Nevertheless, I felt safe and protected.
I arrived at my hotel at 4.30 in the morning, just in time to get ready to be taken to the airport at 5 am. I took a quick hot shower and packed my little bag. Mustafa picked me up from the hotel, asking a plethora of questions. He couldn’t believe that I had returned to the Pyramids during the night.
I was at peace now with returning home. At least I had meditated under the Sphinx and I planned to come back soon to go into the Pyramids. As it turned out, I was back sooner that I could ever have imagined.
At the Airport, Mustafa collected our passports and plane tickets and went into the departure hall. After some time, he came back and told us that there was a problem with our plane and that we had to check into a hotel. We would have to return again to the airport at 4 p.m., he said, as our flight had been postponed until 5.30 p.m. I couldn’t believe my ears. What a gift! Almost a whole day to visit the Pyramids! As it turned out, I had a great day with enough time to explore the Pyramid in Gizeh and the King’s Chamber. Again I had quiet moments, with no other people around, when I could feel the energy of the ancient initiation chamber.
I went home completely transformed and I knew that my initiation had begun. I had always wanted to experience what I had read in the books of such people as Irena Tweedy and Reshad Field and now I had.
The dark night of the soul
In the coming years, my life changed drastically. I traveled the path of initiation, losing all my material possessions. I no longer had to read secondhand about spiritual experiences in books. They were now happening in my daily life and not exactly how I expected them to happen.
I moved to Thailand in 1992, following a vision I had had, and gave up everything I owned. There were times when I had no money even to buy food and I had to send an emergency call to my mother for help. She supported me for several years, while I went through my personal “dark night of my soul.” These were my “Pluto years” and when I finally emerged I felt totally at one with my Divine Self.
During this period, I was struggling hard, trying to keep my balance. But I got lost in a relationship with a woman who represented the underworld darkness, the Pluto energy. I gave her my energy, losing both my dignity and my free will in the process. Nothing I tried during this time worked out. I had followed my vision, and this woman was probably the catalyst for my move to Thailand. This relationship was one of the greatest challenges of my life. She “disconnected” me from my friends, and even my family, thus making me feel the loneliness and darkness of my disconnection with the Divine. She was the tool for both my death and my resurrection. God bless her soul!
One day, I did a rebirthing exercise by myself. On my knees, I asked my Creator to help me out of the darkness that surrounded me, to show me the path, the way out. Suddenly, I saw a long tunnel, and I found myself crawling along in the dirt, becoming wet and bruised in the process. I reached a little cave-like place and suddenly a gruesome monster, slimy and repulsive, appeared. With a huge grin, the monster told me that it was the part of me, the dark side that I had as yet not integrated. I had created this monster, or Golem, a long time ago and, ever since, unbeknown to me it had been following me like a shadow wherever I went. I felt loathing and disgust for the monster and was horrified, knowing that I would have to integrate this rejected part of me within. There was no other way out of my misery. So I agreed to integrate my shadow self and physically felt the slimy, ugly mass cover my body and then enter my very cells. This sounds like a horror movie, but this is what I truly experienced.
After the integration of the beast, I saw what appeared to be a type of birth canal opening before me and I crawled along it like a caterpillar. Suddenly, a bright light appeared above me and I saw a hand reaching out toward me. I grabbed the hand and was pulled into the light. I found myself standing before an altar where I was given the sword of light and the chalice of wisdom. I was then baptized with the “Waters of Life.”
Then I knew clearly that my time of darkness had been the most important part of my initiation, and that the woman with whom I had formed a relationship represented my shadow self, the part that I had failed to integrate. In the weeks following, I still struggled to free myself of this woman’s influence. But finally, my mind cleared and I felt strong enough to move away. I left with my daughter and we found a house for rent in a remote valley in the mountains, 20 kilometers from Chiang Mai. We had neither telephone nor car. In this place I was given the opportunity and the time to heal, finding my way back to life.
I moved back into Chiang Mai town after some 13 months, when I found a lovely house beside the forest temple of Wat Umong.
The return to the light
My “return to the light” happened during a retreat entitled the “Four Faces of Women” that was organized by my friend Rachel. At that time, Rachel facilitated workshops at a center in Chiang Mai for the Brama Kumaris – a sect that practiced and taught Raja Yoga. The center also offered weekly meditation sessions and creative workshop, open to all who cared to join, and I enjoyed this gathering of like-minded people. Rachel soon asked me to act as group leader when she was unable to be there. I did this with pleasure. This was my return into the world of people.
The retreat was held in a beautiful resort outside Chiang Mai and was intended to guide us to a recognition of who we truly are. It was a great feeling to attend and feel part of the human race again. In the course of the workshop, I experienced powerful meditations and visions. On the final day, we had to write a letter to the Eternal, the Divine Lover.
After finishing the letter, I laid in the shadows of the trees in the resort’s lovely tropical garden. I was very much in a state of bliss and suddenly I felt an intensely hot and sexual feeling in my first chakra. I felt as though someone were embracing me and for a moment was scared, fearing that there was a demon around that wished to misuse me. But the feeling of bliss was very strong and I relaxed. I felt caressed and loved, suffused by a feeling of love beyond my ability to describe in words. I then felt the gentle, tingling feeling of Kundalini energy rising up my spine. I don’t remember how long this experience lasted, but felt I was walking on clouds for several days after.
Several similar experiences followed. One such experience took place while I was staying with a friend in Bangkok, preferring to stay home rather than go shopping in this polluted and over-populated city, with its constant and unrelenting noise. I picked up the book by Neale Donald Walsch, entitled “Friendship with God.” In this book, it says that the next level after feeling God’s love for us is when we ask God to “use us” in unconditional love and service. When I read these words, it was as though every cell in my body was screaming: “Yes, use me.” In this moment, I felt another strong surge of kundalini energy rising and again, during the next two weeks, felt as though I were walking on clouds of bliss. Nothing bothered or irritated me. I saw divine perfection in everything.
I have now learned to integrate this frequency into my daily life, and still this divine bliss is within me. Outwardly, I continue to live a very human life, fulfilling my daily duties, writing my mail, shopping for food and paying my bills.
But inwardly my life has profoundly changed. I still get sad or angry once in a while, but not for long. The periods I fall out of “divine grace” are becoming less and less and I see the divine shining within all people around me.
!Maggie, you can stop here if you want to shorten the whole thing!
Life in Chiang Mai – Living in Divine Time
I had had many doubts about living in Asia and when I finally moved there, I found life difficult and lonely for many years. I now know I came to Thailand because of a promise I had made 700 years ago in a past (better: parallel) life when I was living in this area as a monk. I found my brother from this past time and remembered my promise, to help to clear the energy vortex here in the Doi Suthep area, to make this again an area of peace and spiritual growth.
In retrospect, I now see clearly that I could never have reached my spiritual goal in Switzerland. I was too busy running around trying to make a career as an esoteric teacher and I could not have kept my promise for the Lanna land.
If I had remained in European, I could never have gone through my Plutonic initiation, rising as the phoenix through the deep dark depths of desperation to find the greatest gift of all: the way home. I had to be shown to understand what this means. Only a totally empty vessel can be filled anew.
I would have probably suffered a cancer, as one psychic foretold me long time ago, to experience the topic and find a new body to come back. kWe all to let go of dogmas, old ideas and even material possessions to be able to make it “through the eye of the needle.” In Europe I probably would have experienced the same topic through a lethal illness like cancer, so I am grateful again for my wonderful guidance.
I had very stubborn personality and that is probably why I had to suffer so much. But at the same time I know that this dark period was my shamanic initiation into healing. A true shaman knows the valleys of shadows, journeying through them and finding the way out by himself. This is always the way with true initiations. And again, if it weren’t for my stubbornness, I probably never would have made it through!
During my spiritual “death and rebirth,” my hobbies of painting mandalas and my love for music helped me through. Painting mandalas always showed me the way forward and I found messages from the Angels in them. While I sang sacred songs and Mantras, I could reconnect to my Divine Self which showed me the path towards the bliss of the divine light.
After the time in the mountains outside of Chiang Mai, I moved back to town and opened a small vegetarian restaurant called “Oasis.” I offered free meditation and spiritual classes on Monday nights. Shortly thereafter, I got involved with the Vegetarian Union of Thailand and later was asked to act as the program coordinator for the 33rd World Vegetarian Congress to be held in January 1999 in Chiang Mai. This was a great opportunity for me to be of service and to meet new people. I wanted to take on this task, but I needed a new computer to be able to connect to the internet/email for the work that was required. My financial problems where still far from resolved, so I asked the Angels for help.
To my surprise, a Frenchman named Pierre, who had regularly attending my classes, showed up at my restaurant the very next day and asked me if he could have a word with me. I first I hesitated. Although I found Pierre knowledgeable and likeable, I didn’t know him well. However, I found myself inviting him into my living room and offering him tea. At first Pierre talked about Rachel and his support of the Raja Yoga Center. Then he said that he had observed me over the past few months and was surprised that I had no organization to sponsor me. Pierre said he found my spiritual classes very pure and that he would like to support me. He asked me if there was any way in which he could help - if I needed money. I was speechless! I told him about my need for a computer. Pierre asked me how much money I required, but I was still very shy and too embarrassed to name a sum. Also, I still could not believe that someone wanted to help me.
Pierre calculated how much money I would need and a couple days later I had enough to buy a computer, a printer, a desk, two chairs -- everything I needed to make my little office complete. In addition, I was finally able to afford a long overdue visit to a dentist. Many things have changed since then. Pierre has become a very close friend and on the soul level I know that he is my brother.
During this time, my path became very clear to me and I understand why I am here in Chiang Mai and what I have to do. A peak of my time thus far in Thailand was on my 48th birthday, when Silver Dove “flew” back into my life in the form of an association that I created for metaphysical practitioners. Silver Dove was my name in a previous lifetime, centuries ago when I was a Native American shaman. I remember and have incorporated the skills I learned in that lifetime into my present life.
I have organized three Silver Dove events, beginning with the “Peace Pole Dedication” on Feb 14th, then followed by the “Light Link Gathering” with Michael Lightweaver and the “Silver Dove Congress” in February 2000. During this last event, with the group energy of all the wonderful light workers attending, we cleared the earth’s blocked energy vortex here and several people who attended - including Michael, Patricia Cota Robles, DaEl Walker and his wife Laurie, who is the guardian of the crystal skull “madre”, and many others who attended - saw the light coming out of the mountain like a gentle fountain of sparkling rainbows. I had been working on this particular vortex for the previous seven years. This acupuncture point on Mother Gaia’s body was finally activated again. A year later, with a group of nine very special people, we completed the task while on a mystical retreat in the foothills of the sacred mountains of the Himalayas with a puja in March 2001.
Now it is clear to me that this was my mission, I understand again, why I am here and where I came from. It is strange to others that one might not be really a human being. But I am not, I know I come from the stars and am now in a physical body for a certain time to complete this incarnation cycle for my evolution. This makes life easier, even if it is sometimes still difficult to cope with living in this three-dimensional world. The only prerequisite for the journey home is courage and honesty. The journey awaits, ready for us. The only question is: “Are we ready for the journey?”
Miracles are no longer extraordinary events to me, but part of my daily life. I often wonder how, when I leave it to the Source, everything works out in such perfect ways. I always seem to meet the right people at the right time. Wherever I go, things fall into place and everything is arranged for me. The Divine is not something outside of me, but within and shining through. I look at the world through different eyes and with a different perspective. All is within divine time and in perfect order.
In the current energy shift on the planet, I feel many changes in my body and I am more and more often in a state of bliss. Hopefully, I am able to touch others lives in a meaningful way and am now truly able to live up to the task that my name asks of me: “To come to this world and to bless this world.”
I live in abundance and have a non linear understanding of life. Everything is as it should be and I am never in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even if I continue to complain once in a while when things don’t work out the way my “human outlook” wants it to, when I look back, I am in awe how my path is leading me step by step into a life of divine bliss, to find my spiritual family, soul mates, and even my twin flame.
It has been and continues to be a most glorious and rewarding journey. I no longer worry as before, seldom I doubt what is happening. I know that everything is unfolding in perfect and divine timing. This is the reward, our divine birthright, for simply trusting our spiritual path. I have claimed this birthright and hence received the support of the heavenly realms. Each and every one of us is predestined to find the divine light within.
In 2006 my mother came to live with me and we moved to Chaing Rai. Here, thanks to her financial support, I was able to finally manifest my dream to build a center for retreats and rejuvenation. People who come here will leave changed and recharged on all levels.
Katharina Bless
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