Hammocks at Connie's Cottage

Part of THE JOHN OF GOD CHRONICLES

One of my favorite ways to receive information is through snippets of song. I’m a bit of a poet and I’m enchanted by lyrics. I’ve loved this method of communication since I was a teenager and my friend Alan Krohn and I had entire long conversations using only lyrics from our favorite songs. Music engages the right brain, so I suppose lyrics mitigate the limiting left brain affect of words. Musical knowing just feeds my spirit. I trust it.

Last night I found out about 10 pm that I had to move again. Just part of my homeopathic medicine to clear the PTSD from moving so much from my energy. (link to homeopathic for moving too much) So I packed up til about 1 am and then I couldn’t sleep.

I was staying in my friend Connie’s cottage, an amazing portal of a place just off the main drag behind my favorite snack shop, Fruitti’s. I entertained myself for hours watching the tiny whirling lights dance and form shapes in the portal just beyond the sky blue hammock with the Brazilian macrame fringe that I adore so much. There’s nothing quite like lying in a hammock and watching the spirits dance in front of you.

About 3 am, just before I managed to go to sleep, I was pondering trust, how we have to close our eyes to signal we are available to spirit here, and the sense of easy companionship I was beginning to feel with my discarnate crew. Of course my eyes were wide open admiring the portal dancers. And then a James Taylor song began to play on the juke box in my mind.

“Close your eyes. You can close your eyes, it’s alright. I don’t know no love songs, and I can’t sing the blues anymore. But I can sing this song. And you can sing this song, when I’m gone.

It won’t be long before another day. We’re gonna have a good time. And nobody’s gonna take that time away. You can stay as long as you like.”

I felt myself drop more deeply into relationship wtih my spirit helpers as they serenaded me inside my own mind. My eyes filled with tears of relief, that I was thinking about them and they sang me a song of confirmation. “You can close your eyes, it’s alright.”

It’s alright because that’s how it works. They will keep watch for me while my eyes are closed. They always have. Literally and figuratively. I can rest assured they have my back as I move more into their realm.

This morning I took some hammock time after my surgery (link to post here) before I moved to another room, feeling so grateful to Connie for her offer to shelter me in magic. I thanked the cottage, portal and the spirits for their presence and love. I could feel they wanted me to sing to them. So I sang the entire song, feeling my heart so full. I knew it was an etheric handshake. I felt myself deepen in trust.

“We’re gonna have a good time.”

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Joanna's Guardian

Part of THE JOHN OF GOD CHRONICLES

My plans were simple. Dinner with a new friend and a good night’s sleep. I can hear God laughing as I write this.

As I walked to meet my friend for our pre-dinner acai, she waved to me from across the street and told me the hotels near her home were burning fires and emitting toxic smoke. So we took a few moments for her to hire someone to douse the fires with buckets of water. Then we headed for our acai.

Acai is made from a berry, and I am convinced the acai in Brazil is just NOT the same as in the States. If you combine it with passion flower creme, or maracuja crema, it is definitely in the running for nectar of the Goddess in my book! So we feasted, then adjourned to her amazing home where she had prepared a delectable feast for us of all things good, including amaranth (which is similar to, but much better than, grits!) and a salad dressing of tahini and a few other delicious things.

On the way to her house, down a side street in the ‘bubble of Abadiania’, I took a few late photos of a sunset, twilight, really. The sunsets here manage to convey an energy with their streams of light and color that I can actually feel, so I have lots of photos in hopes the photos also convey some of the feelings. As happens here, there was an anomaly on the left side of one photo, near the door to her home in the wall, that I have learned indicates the presence of spiritiual energy. See it above this post. Just more Sacred Proof (link here) in this place of miracles.

Our conversation was never about anything ordinary, which I SO appreciate about her! And we talked long into the night, with amazing music in the background. I love the soul family I encounter here! It’s quite alluring.

Then it was time to find some way to connect with my so called reality, my home in the States, my adorable husband. My wonderful new cottage that I moved into just this afternoon does not have easy connectivity. It also has AMAZING spiritual presence and energy. I suspect the two are related!

Abadiania Moonrise April 2012

On my way there I was entranced by a rising almost-full-moon on my short walk around the corner of the main drag. The moon in Abidiania looks, or maybe looks-and-speaks-and-feels, so much more mystical to me than it does anywhere else in the world. Well, except for Avalon, but that’s another topic and another chronicle.

So I stopped by the famous “Fruittis” to call home on a land line. Even that was not working very well. Hmmmm. I was definitely beginning to get the idea that the spirits were wanting me still to interact with me. It is the last few days of my visit, after all. So I headed to my new home away from home, also known as Connie’s Cottage.

Almost immediately when I got in the door and sat on the bed to take my shoes off and get organized for going to bed, it hit me. A Star Trek tractor beam? Felt like I imagine one would! Also a little like the spiritual anesthesia I feel when I have spiritual surgeries at The Casa de Dom Ignacio. I was dizzy, then immobilized, sitting up, leaning on my forearms. Very happily so! I managed to look at my watch. 10:53 pm. I moved in and out and through various levels of consciousness, but I have no memory of the experience other than that. I was flooded with a sense of great well-beingness. My heart was so light. It was a timeless interlude. At 11:29 I looked at my watch again. I was still moving slowly, but clearly out of the beam.

Sleep came easily last night and lasted until dawn. Then, since I did not get out of bed, I drifted until it was too late for breakfast, wrote a little, and headed out to The Casa for my crystal lamp session at 11:10, arriving of course at 11:11! On the way, my favorite translator, Venesius, stopped to give me a hug and a kiss.

The room was noisy. Some man was speaking loudly in Portuguese just outside the window. So frustrating. What to do? “Make earplugs!” I heard. The paper sheet on the massage table is fresh for each pilgrim. I ripped two earplug sized pieces and jammed them in my ears. It created just enough quiet for me to slip into the energy of the crystal lamp experience.

I felt a ‘surgery’ in my left shoulder! Like a hot poker as I lay still on the bed. Then energy running down my arm. Tears in my eyes. Yet another spontaneous healing from the doctors of The Casa. Like the one in my hammock days ago. I felt a slight electrical current in my right leg. Maybe grounding the experience. What I trust the most is how my heart feels when these things happen. I felt grateful and deeply peaceful.

What I have just described is a fairly typical day here. Friends, treatments, intersections with another dimension, email, acai, and deep sleep. Great walks. I chronicle these times because they fade in memory.

These ordinary days are not like the ordinary days in my other reality, home in the States. But while I am here living these days, they feel as completely ordinary as any I have lived. And these days are recognized as ordinary by my companions, who are experiencing their version of similar experiences right along with me. Thank goodness for the ability to communicate in the moment about these intersections of realities. And for the ability to chronicle them, live, with the ‘juice’ fresh and flowing, present and loud.

I just absolutely love dancing with the spirits of John of God.

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Writing in the Garden, Easter 2012

Part of THE JOHN OF GOD CHRONICLES

Easter and Passover at John of God 2012!

An unusually strong energy field fills the town today. It began for me just after midnight with predictable fireworks and partying in the houses nearby. I have grown to be nourished by these sounds, allowing them to flow through me rather than to distract.

I felt the beings come into my bedroom as soon as I turned out my light and closed my eyes. I could see the lights going through the room from behind my eyelids. They looked the same when I opened them. These odd sensory events are becoming more frequent, and they comfort me profoundly. They are my Sacred Proof (link here).

In addition to moving lights, my bed starts to vibrate when the beings arrive. When I have not yet darkened the room and closed my eyes, I often feel electrical currents in my legs, sharp ones. If I’m being unusually stubborn (because I am loving a book I’m reading), my legs will cramp in ways and places they do not cramp at any other time. There’s really no mistaking this tangible evidence, which is great. My intellect cannot analyze it out of existence.

Last night, or really early this morning, was an unusually strong session of all of the above. So I sort of knew today might be quite interesting. I slept til the last possible moment, arriving at my scheduled crystal bath session 3 minutes late. As I walked onto the grounds of the Casa de Dom Ignacio, Easter Sunday service was in full swing, with the congregation singing a verse of Amazing Grace. The first words I heard were one of my favorite lines: “When we’ve been here 10,000 years, still shining like the sun, there’s no less days to sing God’s praise than when we first begun.” I always thought that line was such a great tribute to the truth of reincarnation which, oddly, was the subject of a great conversations with my new friend Heather last eve. No lack of Sign Language on this morning! I felt embraced and bolstered and welcomed all at once.

On to the crystal bath session in my historically favorite room, Number 3 of course, the one Oprah was in earlier in my visit. I was still vibrating from my energetic overnight as I lay down and settled in. Immediately I felt touched on my legs. Apparently the legs are really key to the work I’m doing lately. Mostly on the right one, the front of my calf and my knee. I could actually feel pressure, like a hand gently laying there, and the fabric moved! Quite a lot. Loved it. No electrical surges or cramps, just presence and tenderness, two of my favorite things.

I drifted, as one does, with the energies. At some point I felt something touching the front of my heart. Moving the fabric of my shirt. I remembered my friend Amy Martin, (who traveled here with me last June and was just married here on this trip, becoming Mrs. Koch) saying that at one point she felt her heart become liquid, and form again, several times. I knew when i heard that that she was being healed. Remembering it, I opened more to my own heart’s healing.

I have been praying fervently, since before I first visited the Casa de Dom Ignacio last June, for healing of my heart. Not just my physical heart, with the small congenital heart murmur. But to have the pain taken out of my heart, any anger, bitterness, or self-flagellation of any sort. To have painful karmic residue removed through grace so that I could be the love I know I am meant to be. I had even had a remarkable experience while I was in Ojai for a crystal bath session where Spriit SO received my message that it said back to me that what I was asking was “Make me a Temple of your love.” As I wrote at the time, I felt so very Found in Translation! So the heartwork continues. Since our Inner Oracle is rooted in our human hearts, this makes gorgeous sense to me.

I realized, finally, as this work continued, that my Mother, who passed on in 2010, was with me. I had invited her several times during my trip, most powerfully in Good Friday’s Casa current. I could almost see her there with me. I began receiving inspiration about the book I’m writing about our Inner Oracle. About how some moments can hold enough grace to shift a pattern, how that is infused from the spirit realm, and a few sound bytes to consider using. She felt proud to be involved in the delivery of the inspiration, and I was profoundly grateful and pleased to commune with her in this way.

Rare Green Crystal

I felt so FULL of inspiration and so grateful as I surfed the waves of energy, moving in and out of consciousness for my allotted hour. When the session was complete I sat on my favorite garden bench and wrote up my notes, drank in the birdsong, basked in the sunlight and breezes, and listened deeply.

Cruising by the Casa Bookstore I found a rare green crystal that called to me, bought some blessed water, and headed back to my amazing garden room and keyboard.

Easter means rising from the dead to me. When I am tangibly touched by Spirit, receive Sacred Proof, know my heart is healing, am visited by my my deceased Mother, and am showered with new downloads about my book, I definitely rise!

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