Friday, September 23, 2011

The Seasons they go
Villa delle Rose,  Bagni di Lucca
round and round.

First thing this morning I woke knowing today would be blog-worthy.

Within moments of entering the car of the Hilfinger twins, really Johannes and Kristoff, I was holding something called a power tube made up of two battery operated cannisters of different widths that beep and were supposedly alligning all of my red blood cells, and I was listening to an audio tape that channeled the archeangel Kyron.

Kyron, for those of you who don't know, on tape sounds like a cross between Santa Claus and Charlton Heston when he took on the parts of Moses, Ben-Hur and Astronaut Taylor from the Planet of the Apes. Except he was crying. So there was that sort of awkward feeling in the car. It was like when you get home from school and you hear your father crying for the first time ever and it is both a moving, scary and embarrassing experience all at once. It never happened to me, but if it happened to you, you know. So he is both scolding us and crying and saying that we are beacons of light and that we should not have fear because we are the chosen ones who will guide the rest of humanity to the next level of consciousness and out of the third dimension and that we shouldn't worry about what our friends think of us. If they jumped off a bridge, would we follow them? Things of that nature.



"Of the world but not in the world..."
One of the twins, I don't know which, pulled the car over suddenly so that the twins could pee because they were doing a cleansing of their livers and they had just consumed massive quantities of apple juice. Before we knew it we were in the mountains where their friend Anna Maria Di Bona and her guests were awaiting us at her Bed & Breakfast for a blessing of Autumnal Equinox for our Mother Earth.

I felt like Heidi on her way to visit her grandfather . . .
























We were the only guests who forgot to bring soil with us. I hate when that happens. We did a group meditation that involved envisioning a purple light rising up through our chakras and putting flowers into the soil and repeating some lovely poetry about Father Heaven.


Our hostess.

The meditation was followed by everyone hugging and wishing each other peace/pace.





Then we drank some spiced tea and chatted amongst ourselves.




People were a little star struck by the New York thing, but I hope we represented in a good way for those of you who couldn't be there in person.


I drink only the best coffee in the world. -Fabio
At the end Anna Maria called us back together because she had another message from the angel. And there was even more hugging. And I got a mosquito bite on my wrist.

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