I am writing this diary from the airplane high above the clouds, after a sleepless night at the airport in Madrid.
An intense week lies behind us, and slowly my soul comes to rest and prepares itself for what is to come. Phoebe, Katja and I have been on the road since Saturday morning, and Elisa, a journalist from Manova magazine, joined us at the airport in Madrid.
The map of Hecate reminded me to stay calm and clear in the emotional waves of the last week, in order to be able to finish all the preparations before our departure to Bogota.
Farewell to the children, farewell to Delon, which is not exactly easy in the human situation in which he finds himself.
And in all these waves, I had an implant placed and I’m traveling with a temporary solution, which is a very uncomfortable feeling.
The joyful news: Tamera has a new co-inhabitant. Rocio gave birth to a son. While I was sitting in the small grotto of Tamera, right after my visit to the dentist and praying for the birth, I heard the singing from the Teslar.
How close we have been to birth and death in the last few weeks. It is already a piece of newly won culture that birth and death are not excluded, but are part of the community process.
In such moments, I am aware of the tremendous privilege that people can be born naturally with us and also leave the planet naturally, all lovingly accompanied by the community. Mourning and joy are so close together and both want to be consciously experienced.
While in the world “outside” trauma continues to reign and an infinite number of souls are forcibly driven from their homes and torn from life. Behind all the rising numbers that we hear daily in the news, there is unimaginable misery, and it seems that the world is becoming more and more accustomed to it and that many continue to live their daily lives because ideas are lacking as to how we can effectively end this madness. And over all of this, Hecate watched, who does not burn in the fire of her passion, but who is equally close to both death and life. With her, not only individuals are saying goodbye, but an entire era is dying and pushing towards a new birth. The vision of a peace vigil in the Fertile Crescent continues to work in me. The first groups have formed to deepen their understanding of the vision and to further explore the aspect of trauma as we travel to Colombia to visit small enclaves that form a non-violent zone and remain true to the vision of a healed earth. As I write this, high in the air, the Ring of Power seminar begins in a few hours.
We remain connected and follow the light of a network for global peace, an image that has given me a lot of strength since the last few weeks. All over the planet, small points of light are spreading and interweaving to usher in a new age. Thank you for this vision,
Foto: Christo Meierhöfer