in the Labyrinth at Damanhur we are invited to meditate in front of windows that represent one of the 37 gods on display. The windows are stain-glass, coded with colors and symbols that activate something inside of me. We are chanting, and the chamber resonates with the sound of angles as we move from window to window.
I am struck by awe as some windows that seem to call me, Pan, Wakan Tanka, and others. While standing in front of some of them there is a whirlpool of of colors pulling me deeper and deeper into the window. The vortex of colors activated something in my DNA to assist with my spiritual evolution. At last I sit and meditate at the beginning of the hall where we entered and realize that Gaia is looking down the hall to me.
I am here for the Earth. Where some come from different places in the universe, I source from the Earth. She is my inspiration and the reason for my quest. How appropriate that she watches over me as I digest the messages that 37 gods have just downloaded in me.
Damanur is built on art, ceremony and a quest for knowledge. They have crated their myths that guide them through forty years of community. Open discussions that sometimes put people into different schools of thoughts, each searching for the truth, knowing the the truth changes with time and discovery. It is really beautiful, even if I can not fully get behind everything they have discovered in 30 years as presented in a 3 hour lecture.
The Damanurians have built a series of fantastic temples in that mountains. These are called the “Temples of Humankind”. The temples were built with with hand tools and volunteers wortking to carve out the temples, reenforce the space and decorating them with amazing art that touches my soul at the mythic. You can see then here: http://www.thetemples.org/.
The next day we go to the Sacred Forrest to meet the elementals and hear a concert performed by plants. Here I start to sense the elementals in the forest. There is one checking me out, reminding me to listen to the forrest and source from nature.
In the Sacred Forrest there is a tree house village. There is a small child that has live her whole life in a tree house. “How cool is that”! the tree climber in me saids. The beauty of the place in the summer with filter sun through the trees is stunning. The Damanhurians say people dream purer dreams in the trees.
They have developed machines that allow plants to play music. The plants are hooked up with a clip to a leaf and a stake by the roots and generate wave forms that are converted to music. We have a concert with a improvisation jazz singer and the plants. Mostly she follows the music of the plants, but sometimes a plant will follow her as it adjust to the vibrations we call sound. Now, I wonder what is the soundtrack that the insects and animals of the forrest play to.
While at Damanhur, I had the opportunity to meditate each morning in front of a statue of Pan. Pan for me is the wild masculine in nature the raw sexuality. We connect and he plays his flute over me. Who needs Viagra with Pan in his corner?
When I left Scotland, my trip was open to what ever that needed to happen. I took a train to Paris and met up with a friend, Aleksandra and spent a day visiting the sights. She introduced me to her favorite park and the tree of lovers. Two trees grown together and a bench with a young couple making out. It was a beautiful day, Paris in the spring time.
The next day I took a train to Spain. It took a couple of days to get from Paris to Santiago, Spain. Santiago that is the end of the road for people who go on pilgrimage. The cathedral I found dark and intimidating as I do most. While here I was thinking that this place was built to steal your light from the cosmos. When I visit with god it is in the forrest where our lights joins to shine over the world. But that is me.
I enjoyed Spain. From Santiago, Madrid, Ibiza and Barcelona all where great. In Madrid I attended a breath session with my friend Aixa. Here we breath for three hours. Like most breathing sessions I go to a happy place.
There a river with people floating down it and arriving at the river bank in front of me. They leave their canoes and a celebration forms on the bank. Its a party with food, music and dancing. From this party, I am transformed into light and shoot up into the world of light. Here I see the controls to switch on and off traits in my DNA. I choose health and optimism. Then, I notice that there is a collective DNA, a global DNA or the collective consciences, that can be changed as well.
After Spain I take the train to France and rent a car to visit the Cathar Castles.
Walking through the ruins of some of Cathar Castles, in France, I am struck as though I have been here before. The stones speak to me, “everyone has a value is worth a life’.
I sit by a familiar stone and listen.
“Our collective mind is what changes the world”. It reminds me.
All around people are beginning to change. More and more, realize that what is “real” does not seem to serve their higher purpose inside. This awakening is happening across the globe. We are being called to change our reality.
Back at Damanhur, I witness their full moon ceremony. The stage of fire for such an event. The Damanurians show up in their colored ropes, red, white and yellow. There are 12 oracles wearing blue. The ceremony builds with drumming and dancing. The fires burn, incense is added, the stage prepared. It is quite a ceremony to behold.
The community summits questions at least a month in advance to be answered at the full moon. The oracles channel the answer and read to the questioner behind a veil. This keeps it impersonal as the answers come from another source. But then, those are the answers, the ones inside, that I seek.
I leave refreshed to continue this journey.
