Movie Review: ‘HIDALGO’ & the Wounded Knee Massacre

The New York Times article I just shared (or at least tried to!) on my Facebook Timeline, “Save
Wounded Knee”, instantly brought back to my heart’s memory one of my
favorite films: “HIDALGO”.

I know, the film shouldn’t have been claimed to be based on real facts,
as on further research it was found not to be, it would seem. That is,
as far as the big, long, deadly endurance race that Frank Hopkins and
his dear Native-American mustang, Hidalgo, are supposed to participate
in through the Saudi Arabian area deserts, is concerned.

But WHY did Frank Hopkins decide to take part in that ‘Race of Fire’ to
start with (if he ever did and if that race ever existed at all) is for
me the main point, the central issue, the central fact burning at the
heart of the story really told in the film, forming its whole actual
background from its beginning to its end: that very real fact, that very
real topic is the slow extermination of the Native Americans by their
White conquerors, and the torn loyalties lived by those who happened to
be half White, half Indian, and to have to witness and endure that
brutal extermination of the Indian half of themselves by the other half,
the White.

To witness and endure it would already be bad enough, but in the case of
Frank Hopkins he happens to be also the very messenger who, on Hidalgo,
is missioned to unknowingly deliver the terrible official orders to the
general in charge of containing what was seen by the White as the
uprising of the Indians in the area of Wounded Knee – the very area of
Frank’s own birth, of his boy’s years among the Sioux tribe of his mom,
married by one of the White men, his father. His name there had been
‘Blue Child’, and in the tribe he was still remembered and saluted
affectionately as such, but his outside appearance didn’t betray his
double origin, so among the White he was working for, he was just seen
as another White man, known as Frank Hopkins, with the reputation of
being the best endurance rider of his time.

Totally shaken by the massacre that happened under his very eyes after
he himself had unwittingly delivered the order for it, Frank has turned
into an alcoholic, saved from complete misery only by compassionate
Buffalo Bill and his Shows of the Wild West, where he and others find
some employment re-enacting for an audience scenes of the now extinct
conflict between the Red and the White.

One fine evening some very special spectators from Saudi Arabia convey
to Hopkins the challenge from their Sheikh, that the cow-boy cannot
claim to be the greatest endurance rider of his time, or he must prove
it by participating in one more race, right against their own Beduin
riders and thoroughbred stallions and mares, through the deadly expanses
of their own Arabic deserts.

Frank could not care less about the challenge, but there is a Prize to
the race; that huge sum of money, if won by him, could buy up all the
wild mustangs, so loved by the Indians, that are being rounded up and
corralled by the White Government, to be all shot if they are not bought
back, each of them for an amount no Indian could afford to pay.

To save those mustangs, his friend the Chief points out, would be to
save at least something very important in the Indians quickly vanishing
culture and way of life; even Buffalo Bill cannot help this time; where
else would the needed enormous amount of money be found? A hesitant
Frank finally accepts the challenge and with Hidalgo he embarks, leaving
the coasts of the US for that new, far away adventure.

If really the story of Frank Hopkins and this ‘Race of Fire’ is largely
fiction, as some critics of the film have so relentlessly done their
best to demonstrate (why??? Does it matter so much after all???), still
as it is told it is undeniably a beautiful story, and the real-life
Frank Hopkins, however a spinner of high tales he may have been in his
memoirs, can at least be proud of having been the basis for a truly
inspiring Myth, as it is told in the movie: even if it is all mostly
invented, still I hail the script-writer(s) for having believed in their
character enough to make of him a convincing and moving Hero, out of
his White cow-boy’s humble straightforwardness and simple dignity, yes,
but also out of his deep love for that secret Indian culture buried in
his roots, which in the end he allows to burst fully out of his White
man’s crust, and which saves him and Hidalgo from impending death, when
he at last claims that other identity so long repressed in himself:

After days and days of impossible situations to be faced and overcome in
a merciless nature and among even more merciless rivals, fallen with
bleeding Hidalgo in the burning sands, out of sheer exhaustion and
despair, only a few miles away from the end of the race, down on his
knees in a last cry of anguish he calls to his Sioux ancestors,
imploring their help through one of those poignant Sioux songs he knows
so well from his childhood; and his ancestors, among whom his mother and
brother, appear to him in the heat waves of the desert, with love in
their eyes and smiles, infusing back in him life-energy and power, and
desire to win; to the fierce, arrogant Beduin Prince with whom he has
particularly struggled all along in the race, and who now passing on his
great horse this fallen rival, mocks him, when the Prince jeeringly
boasts,

“You cannot win! I am of a  People of the Horse! I am of a great Rider Tribe!”,

Blue Child, a new flame in his eyes, quietly answers,

“So am I.”

And leaving behind his usual saddle and reins of the White rider, he
jumps straight upon resurrected Hidalgo and rides him bareback like a
Sioux, irresistibly passing the few remaining competitors, to a victory
hailed by the whole crowd and the Sheikh himself and his daughter, both
grown great admirers and friends of this incredible hero from far away
lands.

The last scenes bring us back to the real purpose all along behind all
that has been attempted and finally achieved: back in the US, the wild
mustangs of the Indians have been all rounded up and imprisoned in vast
corrals; soldiers are now getting ready to shoot them all down in a huge
mass slaughter; but a rider comes on a mustang, who shows them the
receipt he has from just buying back – the full amount paid in cash!- all the
mustangs; his friend the Chief has died, but did get the news of his
victory before dying; with the help of a few other Indian friends, Franck has the joy
of freeing again all the wild horses, who will have now a new,
unthreatened life in that area… where their descendants still live,
still free, to this day.

What I found remarkable also in that story is that the usual expected
love-stories are avoided. with both the two charming feminine presences
in the film: on the one hand, the heartless, ambitious and spoiled
British heiress whose old husband stayed behind on the ship, sipping his
iced gin, while his wife, familiar to the region since childhood and
having also her own thoroughbred mare in the race, will use any
seductive or devious means to win the race; and on the other hand the
thoroughly sympathetic young daughter of the Sheikh, raised on a horse
like his now all dead sons, but not allowed to ride in public and fated
by her culture to become merely one of the obscure wives of some Beduin
Prince who may win the race; so she does her best to help instead the
intriguing cow-boy who is competing too; circumstances bring them
together for some chaste moments, and she points out, quite rightly,
that both of them are hiding their true self: she, as a woman, wearing
the veil her culture compels her to wear whenever men other than her
father or husband are present; and he, as Blue Child hiding himself
under the face of a White man,,, in his case too, because the White
culture he lives in will not allow him to do otherwise. Together at
least they don’t need to hide: he is the only man to whom she will
deliberately show her face, without fear; and with her the ‘Blue Child’
in him will not fear to reveal himself either.

This speaks particularly to me as well, both as a woman still facing so
many prejudices in this contemporary world still so masculine in its
outlook on life; and also as a ‘colored’ person who has in fact all the
existing human colors in her being, but under the appearance of a White
person.

Since I have seen ‘Hidalgo’ a few years ago, I have become more
conscious of that fact. Sometimes I wonder how different my personality
and life would have been, had I been more visibly the metis I actually
am. Am I somehow in hiding?… Have I been all my life?…

What a pity that the critics killed that film even before it got out. It
is not as well known and celebrated as it should be. A movie that conveys
in such an un-preaching and natural manner such deep questions, deserves
to be seen. And it is, on top of it all, a highly entertaining film,
with just the right balance of ‘action’ and quiet moments. A lot of
humour. Stunningly magnificent pictures. Excellent acting all around,
with for example Omar Sharif as the Sheikh, and Viggo Mortensen as Frank
Hopkins (if I had not fallen in love with him already as Aragorn in the
‘Lord of the Rings’ films, I would have now with his Frank Hopkins!)
Viggo, always a most sincere and intense actor, really involved himself
fully in embodying Frank, and even more his “Blue Child’ identity,
learning with total dedication the real language of the song he is
chanting in the end. He loved that underlying theme I too just tried to
reveal in the film; when the critics managed to diminish greatly the
success such a really good film should have met, Viggo was quite
disappointed and saddened by this unjust treatment dealt to it.

I agree with him: this is a really good film. To be enjoyed without reserve by the whole family, again and again!

Cover of Hidalgo (Widescreen Edition)

Isis, or an Evolving Africa

TRANSLATION OF THE PREVIOUS POST , WITH MY THANKS FOR THE GOOGLE TRANSLATION KINDLY PROVIDED BY NINA TRYGGVASSON AS A ‘COMMENT’ TO MY FRENCH TEXT…

Another important thing that happened in February this year: the visit to Auroville of Isis.

Isis Noor Yalagi became a dear friend, and not just because she is the
only person also from Martinique who has spent several weeks in
Auroville, the last ten days of which at my place. Among our “Guests”
over the years in Repos itself, there are many people, French or
not, who know and appreciate Martinique for having stayed there at some
point, and to talk about it with them was always nice for me,
who actually know so little about that small island my family is from,
but where I have myself lived only for three months when I was eight
years old.
There was in this February 2013 a meeting of AIF (Auroville
International France) and I had been invited; listening in silence to a
participant from La Réunion island, who kept telling about the growing
impact that she found there for everything having to do with Auroville or Sri
Aurobindo and Mother, I was a little sad in contrast because of the total absence of
interest for any of that in Martinique, and in the French West Indies in general. I
expressed this sadness for the first time after the person finished
speaking.

A few days later a friend of Auroville hitherto unknown to me
was quite happy to spend a few hours on my terrace facing
the sea before she would return to France. I mentioned my sadness about
Martinique; she said she would contact for me an extraordinary person,
and moreover, precisely one from Martinique, who
happened to be visiting Auroville.

The following Sunday afternoon, sitting as I do now
often directly at one of the tables where we serve the various
preparations ordered by Aurovilians or Guests, I saw coming to me
a tall and beautiful lady, with dark skin, the sight of whom
immediately brought back to my memory the lines by Baudelaire evoking
his Martinique friend  Jeanne Duval: “a beautiful ship that takes off on the
vast sea … at a pace gentle and lazy and slow … ” (quote approximate, I do not have the text with me).

An exciting interview of several hours ensued between her and
I, sitting together there as if we were alone in the world,
discovering each other with a growing mutual fascination. Even from
afar, the strong personality of Isis made a great
impression on those of my colleagues who saw us together.

Martiniquaise (and so, French) by her mother, Isis is Togolese (and so,
African) by her father. I felt also close to her African side, which was
awakening in me all the memories of “my Africa”, the Africa
still French in those days, where I spent most of my childhood, where I
grew up …

In other lives I was also a Berber, and an Egyptian, two other
connections with Africa; her own inner connection with
Egypt is revealed through the name she has chosen for herself:
Isis. And it is thanks to her that I had this year for once a
birthday anniversary dinner on 23 February … and the old Berber in me
could enjoy a great couscous, prepared by her especially for me and a
few other privileged guests!

For Isis is a good and daring cook: a few weeks before she had organized
and conducted hands down, almost alone with the help of just a few volunteers, a large African Dinner,
memorable for the more than 300 people who came.
After meeting me, she decided that my presence was
essential for the future meetings of the Africa Pavilion and so I had
the pleasure to be invited to the next one, taxi paid …
but in this group too large my bad hearing prevented me from following
effectively what was said, so I did not renew this
experience. One intervention in a clear and loud voice that I have at
least had the joy to hear perfectly, was that of Isis herself,
highlighting with a remarkable clarity of mind and a great
power of expression that it was the evolutive message of Sri Aurobindo
and Mother that had to be carried to Africa, because that alone would
have
the power to offer Africa a future truly worthy of her,
revealing her deep soul, away from the mere copying of the Western
materialistic world that for the time being seemed the only option. When
she
said that, it suddenly became so obvious that no discussion
was necessary, this was instantly adopted unanimously.
Mr Tekeste was there also, the former Ethiopian diplomat who had been
the official link between the Emperor Haile Selassie and Mother, and
who after that chose to live in Auroville, since then tirelessly
pursuing his dream of establishing the African Pavilion, and conversely
of introducing Auroville to Africa; he was among those who approved with
the strongest nod of the head Isis’ proposal. It was equally clear that
for the friendly young Africans also present (all boys), students at
the University of Chidambaram near here, Isis had become a valuable
source of inspiration for her contagious enthusiasm and extensive
experience of public action.

My little guestroom being free shortly after, Isis
moved in, with the firm intention – while continuing to help her
young fellow Africans for the Pavilion – to start learning from me
everything she could about the Integral Yoga, including its cellular
dimension.

But our common life began on a note far less serious: I
was not going to miss the rare boon of this other authentic
Martiniquaise without taking that opportunity to elucidate some memories
I still had of my brief stay in Martinique,
precisely at this crazy time when, like in Brazil, the famous
Carnival  is on. I told her the words and hummed the tune and the chorus
of the song chosen
that year for the whole Carnival, apparently it had become a
classic for she recognized it immediately, and there we were, the two of
us, singing loudly in my living room in Creole: “VAVAL, VAVAL, WOU  PAS
QUITTER NOUS! …” (Vaval, don’t leave us!) while outdoing each other
dancing on the irresistible rhythmic cadence of the resurrected song,
punctuated by our laughter! After a few moments of enthusiastic and
delectable Martinique fun, this joyous past re-emerged in our beings
calmed down, bringing us even more exciting prospects of our
evolutionary future …!

About the future evolution of Africa, I’ll let Isis herself say
how she would like to participate in that, when she will be
re-established there, after a short stay in Paris starting from here.
Having read this article about herself, she will write the following
part of it with rested head, from Africa itself, as soon as it will
become possible. Africa does not yet know what onslaught is getting
ready to fall upon her, but myself, who have lived for even this short
period with Isis, and who can still hear her contagious laughter, I have
some idea of ​​what’s ‘preparing to break quietly upon Africa in the
coming years, and I look forward to it!

Isis ou l’Afrique en Evolution

Encore une chose importante qui s’est passée en février cette année: la visite à Auroville d’Isis.

Isis Noor Yalagi est devenue une amie chère, et pas seulement parce que c’est l’unique personne originaire elle aussi de Martinique qui ait passé plusieurs semaines à Auroville, dont les derniers dix jours chez
moi. Parmi nos “Guests” à Repos même, nombreux sont ceux, Français ou
non, qui connaissent et apprécient la Martinique pour y avoir séjourné
quelque temps, et il m’a toujours été agréable d’en parler avec eux, moi
qui connais en fait si peu l’île d’où ma famille est originaire, mais où je n’ai moi-même vécu que trois mois quand j’avais huit
ans.

Il y avait eu en ce mois de Février dernier une réunion d’AIF (Auroville
International France), et j’y avais été invitée; à écouter en silence une
participante venue de La Réunion parler de l’impact grandissant qu’elle
constate là-bas, de tout ce qui concerne Auroville ou Sri Aurobindo et
la Mère, j’étais un peu triste par contraste de l’absence totale
d’intérêt en Martinique, et aux Antilles Françaises en général. J’ai
exprimé cette tristesse pour la première fois après que cette personne
ait fini de parler.

Quelques jours plus tard une amie d’Auroville jusque là inconnue de moi
a été tout heureuse de passer quelques heures sur ma terrasse face à
la mer avant de s’en retourner en France; j’ai mentionné cette tristesse quant à la Martinique; elle me dit qu’elle allait contacter pour moi une personne extraordinaire, et justement Martiniquaise, qui se
trouvait être en visite à Auroville.

Le dimanche après-midi suivant, assise comme je le fais maintenant
souvent, directement à une des tables où nous servons les diverses
préparations commandées par Auroviliens ou Guests, je vois venir à moi
une personne grande et belle, à la peau foncée, dont la vue m’a
immédiatement remis en mémoire les vers de Baudelaire évoquant son amie
Martiniquaise Jeanne Duval: “un beau vaisseau qui prend le large… au
rythme doux et paresseux et lent…” (citation approximative, je n’ai pas le texte sous les yeux).

Une entrevue passionnante de plusieurs heures s’ensuivit entre elle et
moi, assises là toutes deux comme si nous étions seules au monde, à nous
découvrir réciproquement avec une fascination réciproque croissante. Même de loin, la forte personnalité d’Isis produisit une grande
impression sur ceux de mes collaborateurs qui nous virent ensemble.

Martiniquaise (et donc Française) par sa mère, Isis est Togolaise (et
donc Africaine) par son père. Son côté Africain lui aussi m’était
proche, réveillant en moi tous les souvenirs de “mon Afrique”, l’Afrique
autrefois Française où j’ai passé presque toute mon enfance, où j’ai grandi…

En d’autres vies j’ai aussi été Berbère, et Egyptienne, deux autres
connexions avec l’Afrique; elle, sa propre connexion intérieure avec
l’Egypte, c’est à travers le nom qu’elle s’est choisi qu’elle la révèle:
Isis. Et c’est grâce à elle que cette année j’ai eu pour une fois un
dîner d’anniversaire, le 23 février… et que l’ancienne Berbère en moi a pu y savourer un excellent couscous, préparé par ses soins exprès pour moi et les quelques autres invités!

Car Isis est bonne et audacieuse cuisinière: quelques semaines auparavant elle avait organisé et réalisé haut la main, pratiquement
toute seule avec l’aide d’à peine quelques volontaires, un grand Dîner Africain, mémorable pour les plus de 300 personnes qui y vinrent.
Après notre première entrevue, elle décida que ma présence était
indispensable aux réunions concernant le futur Pavillon de l’Afrique et
ainsi j’eus le plaisir d’être invitée à la suivante, transport payé…
mais dans ce groupe trop large ma mauvaise ouïe m’empécha de suivre
efficacement ce qui se disait, si bien que je ne renouvellerai pas
l’expérience. Une intervention à haute et intelligible voix que j’ai en
tous cas eu la joie d’entendre parfaitement, a été celle d’Isis
elle-même, soulignant avec une remarquable clarté d’esprit et une grande
force d’expression le fait que c’était le message évolutif de Sri Aurobindo et Mère qu’il fallait porter en Afrique, car lui seul aurait
le pouvoir d’offrir à l’Afrique un avenir véritablement digne d’elle,
révélateur de son âme profonde, loin de la copie du monde matérialiste à
l’Occidentale qui paraît pour le moment être la seule option. Quand elle
l’a dit, c’est devenu d’une telle évidence que pas la moindre discussion
ne fut nécessaire, ce point fut adopté instantanément et à l’unanimité.
Mr Tékesté était là également, l’ancien diplomate Ethiopien qui a été autrefois le lien officiel entre l’empereur Hailé Sélassié et Mère, et
qui a choisi ensuite de vivre à Auroville, poursuivant depuis inlassablement son rêve d’y établir le Pavillon Africain, et inversement de faire connaitre Auroville à l’Afrique; il fut de ceux qui approuvèrent le plus vigoureusement de la tête la proposition d’Isis. Il était clair aussi que pour les sympathiques jeunes Africains également présents (tous des garçons), étudiants à l’Université de Chidambaram pas loin d’ici, Isis était devenue une inspiratrice précieuse par son dynamisme contagieux et sa longue expérience de l’action publique.

Ma petite chambre d’hôtes s’étant trouvée libre peu après, Isis y
emménagea, avec la ferme intention – tout en continuant à aider ses
jeunes compatriotes africains pour le Pavillon – de commencer à
apprendre de moi tout ce qu’elle pourrait concernant le Yoga Intégral, y
compris dans sa dimension cellulaire.

Mais notre vie commune commença sur une note bien moins sérieuse: je
n’allais pas laisser passer l’aubaine rarissime de cette authentique autre Martiniquaise sans en profiter pour élucider les quelques souvenirs qui me restaient de mon bref sejour en Martinique
précisément à cette période folle, comme au Brésil, où l’on célèbre le
Carnaval. Je lui ai fredonné l’air et le refrain de la chanson choisie
cette année-là pour tout le Carnaval, apparemment c’etait devenu un
classique, car elle l’a reconnue tout de suite, et nous voilà toutes les
deux chantant à tue-tête en créole dans mon salon: ”VAVAL, VAVAL, WOU PAS QUITTER NOUS!…”, tout en dansant à qui mieux mieux sur le rythme endiablé de la chanson ressuscitée, ponctuée par nos éclats de rire!!! Après ces quelques moments d’amusement martiniquais enthousiastes et délectables, ce joyeux passé redevenu présent en nous s’est calmé, nous ramenant aux perspectives encore plus excitantes de notre futur évolutif…!

Quant au futur évolutif de l’Afrique, je vais laisser Isis elle-même dire
de quelle manière elle aimerait y participer, quand elle sera à nouveau établie là-bas, après un court séjour à Paris en partant d’ici. Ayant lu cet article à son propre sujet, elle en écrira la suite à tête reposée depuis l’Afrique-même, dés que cela lui sera devenu possible. L’Afrique ne sait pas encore ce qui l’attend… mais moi, ayant vécu ne serait-ce que cette courte période avec Isis, et ayant encore dans l’oreille son grand rire communicatif, j’ai quelque idée de ce qui s’apprête à déferler discrètement sur l’Afrique dans les années qui viennent, et je m’en réjouis d’avance!!!

Air du Large

 

Hier soir, j’ai passé du temps allongée sous les étoiles sur ma petite terrasse “Plein Ciel”, simple plateforme découverte, érigée entre ciel et terre. Là, l’euphorie habituelle de la brise marine passant sur moi m’a reprise comme souvent, et faible témoignage des profonds sentiments qui me relient à la plage et à l’océan, un fervent poème a pris forme en moi, que j’ai mis par écrit depuis. Le voici, dédié à l”Air du Large”:

 

Combien de fois sur mon visage
T’ai-je senti,
Air du Large?

 

Combien de fois au cours des âges
T’ai-je chéri,
Air du Large?

 

Ce vent frais, fort, qui caresse au passage,
Vent d’Infini,
Air du Large…

 

Sur ma terrasse au-dessus de la plage
Je te bénis,
Air du Large,

 

Vent de Vastitude où je nage,
Epanouie,
Air du Large…

 

De ta légèreté sauvage
Tu me remplis,
Air du Large…

 

De ce que j’aime en ce monde d’images,
Tu fais partie,
Air du Large:

 

Tu me rappelles, à la fois fort et sage,
Ce que Je Suis,
Air du Large…

 

Another Healing Miracle… from a Cake

Health (Photo credit: 401(K) 2012)

An indelible memory I have of another case of a spontaneous and instantaneous healing I myself saw happening to someone else, is a great testimony to the extraordinary healing power of food, when associated with comforting childhood memories:

An American Aurovilian I lived with for five years, who normally was in quite good health, one day fell ill for no known reason, and within a few days had to take to his bed and remain there because of his increasing weakness. I don’t remember if there were other symptoms, but  all appetite had gone, so he was practically not eating anything, and the weakness kept increasing alarmingly.  I myself never had had to take care of an ill person before, so I was doing what I could to help in the small ways at my disposal, but many of his friends kept coming to visit, bringing one medicine after the other that they were sure was going to help, but that didn’t have any effect whatsoever on the prostrate condition of the patient.
Things were becoming so bad as days kept passing without any improvement in my companion’s health, people were now entering his room  on tiptoes and were speaking with me in the low voices you hear only in hospital rooms. I was indeed starting to consider calling a medical doctor, in spite of our shared reluctance to do so. I was prepared to wait only a few more days if it was going on like this.
And then one visitor came, who happened not to even know personally the ill person, she was just a passing guest, but as a fellow American from the same region, she had heard, as the patient, she had felt like cooking something for him, that she had brought along and was timidly offering: a special cake very appreciated in that region, but she wasn’t sure she should even propose it, as it was such a rich food, full of stuff no person in that almost dying condition should ever ingest.
Still, I sent her to the bedside of my poor companion, so that she herself could explain to him what exactly she had brought for him. As she spoke, I saw a faint smile grace his white, lifeless lips, and he thanked her with a grateful look from his half-closed eyes.
She left. I put the cake away into the safety of the cupboard, wondering if I shouldn’t eat it myself soon with the help of some other friends, so that something prepared with such good  and loving intentions wouldn’t go wasted.
I was about to tiptoe out of the room to let my friend rest after this visit, when I heard his voice feebly calling, and I quickly went back towards his bed.  I noticed his eyes had some tiny bit of light in them as I leaned and he whispered into my ear,
“Could I please have some of that cake she brought?”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. And then I hesitated too, before giving him the symbolic slim slice I hoped he would be able to keep in, so slim I hoped also it wouldn’t disturb too much his already exhausted organism.
As I helped him to half-sit, he gulped that tiny slice of cake in one single mouthful, and asked for more.
My mind in a daze, I complied.
He wolfed that second slice down just as quickly, and asked for more.
Quite alarmed now, I wanted to discuss with him, but he insisted quietly but firmly, so I again complied.
After a few more slices like this, sensing that something extraordinary was going on, I brought the whole cake to him on its plate, settling it down on a stool next to his bed so that he could take some whenever he felt like it, even if I happened not to be around at that moment.

About ten minutes later, I  came back to check if he was still all right with all those pieces of cake he had eaten; I don’t remember for sure, but I might have been bringing a discrete small bucket to leave by his bedside too, just in case all this too rich food would already need to come right out again.
I couldn’t believe my eyes; there he was, sitting straight up in his bed against his propped up pillows, looking at me with the broadest grin on his beaming face. On the stool, the plate was empty. Scraped clean. Not the tiniest crumb of that big cake was left.
He chuckled softly:
“Bhaga, I’m feeling much better!”
I came closer, asking, my eyes wide with stupefaction:
“My goodness, what was in this cake, to have such a miraculous effect on you?!?”
He lowered his eyes, and after a short hesitation confessed, still smiling:
“Well, you know, this happened to be exactly the kind of cake my mom was baking for me at home when I was a kid. When that girl told me this was the kind of cake she had brought, I knew at once that I had to try it. And for the first time in days I felt slightly hungry, just to think of that cake, so that was the sign that my body too wanted it! And yes, it was just as my mom was doing it, perfect… Oh, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed eating that kind of cake again!!! And the more I ate of it, the better I felt, so I kept eating! I think it did me real good, I feel almost normal now, actually, like I could even walk!”
And there goes indeed my half-dead patient, scrambling to his feet and standing unaided, while I was the one gaping and about to swoon  at this astonishing sight!…
Do I need to tell that there was no relapse?
From that blessed day on, my friend’s health returned as mysteriously as it had faded away before.
I strongly suspect it was a case of intense home-sickness after all those hard years in Auroville, far away from one’s culture and everything that made up one’s life previously. But if that is a more potent factor than one would imagine, a factor quite capable of bringing down an adult unaware of or unwilling to admit his own deep feelings of emotional distress, too easily dismissed as childish and irrelevant, the magical cure of the mysterious disease revealed in this case unmistakably what the problem, childish or not, had been all along, and proved that sometimes the richest of foods can be not only totally innocuous to a patient, but become the very saving grace for him or her… if that food happens to be one of the patient’s favorite ones from childhood days and mom’s own cooking!…

Shall I mention my private weakness sometimes for some specific very French foods, like for example sandwiches ‘jambon-beurre’ – made with a French ‘baguette’ of course…! My friends returning from France know also that some simple ‘saucissons secs’ are the best treat they can bring back for me… that is, if they cannot afford ‘le top du top’: a small tin of real ‘foie gras’…!
And then, for the ‘me’ from another lifetime, there is also the couscous, characteristic very ancient traditional Berber food that the Berber in me craves from time to time too!!! So much so, that I had to write a whole post some time ago about those ‘Berber cravings’ in this present non-Berber lifetime…
Or if it is still something else my body needs, that I don’t think myself of taking in, my body has found an amusing way of letting me know: it sends me an image of what it wants! Suddenly in my vacant mind comes floating the image of mashed potatoes, for instance… Or it is directly the taste of the needed item that my body puts on my taste-buds; or the aroma of that food is suddenly there in my nostrils, although none of it is physically present; then I know what I am asked to do, and just like with my sick friend whose body knew it wanted me to give it that cake, I don’t argue: I just comply!!!

Food is such a fundamental part of our being’s make-up, physically for sure but emotionally as well if not more, we have to acknowledge the place it has in our lives. Even the android Data, in the very same episode of Star Trek TNG, ‘Deja Q’, mentioned in my previous post, has observed how for example the ship’s Counselor, the empath from Betazed, Deanna Troi, whenever upset, will tend to go for ‘something chocolate’!… He also observed that it does have wonderful results, and he is right: anything that will improve our sense of enjoyment will automatically improve our health too – as long as it is not some addictive substance that disturbs the natural functioning of the body and makes it dependant of its use, however negative its effects might be for the body.

Conversely, even the best food in the world nutritionally speaking will not profit much to the body if it is eaten only because we are being forced to eat it.

Or it might be like what happened to Q, feeling hungry for the first time of his life as he is now a mere Human: assuming he is probably very hungry from never having eaten before, and following Data’s advice regarding chocolate as a mood regulator, as his mood was dreadful he has ordered ten chocolate sundaes, but when the two full trays are finally brought to their table, he is disgruntled from some additional bad news that have just come, and he realizes he is not hungry any more!!!
In most cases, once again, we see it all comes down to the simple state of well-being we usually call ‘happiness’…

And an additional benefit, literally, that should be mentioned too: health in that way, instead of having to be secured at the cost of ever more money, will become on the contrary a wonderful money-saver!

Pourquoi Je Suis Allée à Chartres: Une Revue de Vies Passées

TRADUCTION FRANCAISE DE “WHY I WENT TO CHARTRES: A PAST LIVES REVIEW”

Comme pour ma visite à Azay-le-rideau, il y avait une raison spécifique et importante aussi pour ma visite à la Cathédrale de Chartres.
Juste après avoir publié il y a quelques jours mes notes écrites au moment de mon expérience massive là-bas en 2002, un vague souvenir commença soudain à se faire sentir en moi, de la raison exacte pour laquelle, pour commencer, j’étais allée à Chartres:
Le vague souvenir refaisant surface était d’une après-midi très spéciale passée, à Auroville même, avec une Aurovilienne originaire d’Angleterre, âgée alors d’une soixantaine d’années, et douée depuis l’enfance de la capacité d’obtenir des informations à partir des objets sur lesquels elle se concentrait intérieurement tout en les tenant dans sa main. On appelle cela “Psychométrie.”

Une fois de plus tenir un journal m’a été bien utile… A peine un quart d’heure après que le souvenir ait commencé à revenir, et que je sois montée à l’étage chercher le carnet voulu, je ressortais de ma chambre avec en main le carnet de l’année en question, et m’installant confortablement sur ma petite chaise basse dans mon minuscule bureau “Recherche” au rez de chaussée, je commençais à lire mes notes du jeudi 13 août 1998:
“Hier après-midi j’avais rendez-vous avec J. pour une REVUE DE VIES PASSEES; c’est une clairvoyante, et de nombreuses personnes d’Auroville sont allées la rencontrer, son travail est très apprécié; après pas mal de réticence pendant longtemps, j’ai finalement décidé d’essayer…
Alors qu’elle tenait (les yeux clos) l’anneau d’or que je porte toujours, elle commença à voir toutes sortes de choses, au sujet d’abord de ma vie présente et de mon état intérieur présent, ainsi décrits:
– Un serpent dressé de toute sa hauteur, avec son capuchon déployé au-dessus de ma tête et du chakra-couronne…!
“Kundalini compètement ouverte!” s’écria-t-elle avec étonnement. “Avez-vous conscience qu’il en est ainsi?… Le sentez-vous?… Je ne l’ai jamais vue ouverte complètement comme ça, avec même le capuchon!!!” (Oh, ce doit être ce qui m’est arrivé le 18 novembre 1973, quand Mère a quitté son corps, pensé-je, éberluée).
– Une aura de belles couleurs; de l’amour, beaucoup, et… et un pouvoir mental d’extrêmement bonne qualité, pas assez utilisé ni exprimé.
– Diversité extrêmement riche d’éléments gagnés pendant d’innombrables vies passées, partout, dans toutes les sortes de situations possibles, reculant très loin dans le temps:
“Aussi loin que je (J.) regarde dans le passé, vous (Bhaga) êtes aussi là. Une très vieille âme, venue en cette vie-ci pour utiliser tout cela, pour la dernière étape d’une longue première phase, qui va déboucher sur une nouvelle phase dans un Inconnu si incroyablement beau que moi-même (J.) j’ai peine à le concevoir.”
Puis elle elle passa à plus de détails sur ces vies antérieures, et à partir de maintenant dans ces notes “je” signifiera moi, Bhaga, répétant ce qu’elle disait: 
– Dans cette vie-ci j’ai rencontré un Avatar, mais ce n’est pas la première fois que j’en ai rencontré un: j’étais un moine au temps de Buddha, un de ses compagnons, et parmi ceux qui ne perdirent pas courage quand il quitta son corps mais continuèrent à aller ici et là dans le pays, bénissant les gens de leur présence, et la terre du contact de leur pieds sur leur passage (quelque chose que j’ai souvent la sensation de faire dans cette vie-ci aussi).
– A nouveau , un moine, au Tibet, il y a longtemps: un très jeune garçon, assis patiemment aux portes du monastére de Lhassa, avec juste son bol de nourriture et un peu d’eau (et plus rien d’autre après cela), attendant d’être autorisé à entrer et à devenir un moine. Après trois jours les grandes portes s’ouvrent finalement juste avant midi et je suis emmené à l’intérieur; et comme les portes se referment derrière moi, je sais que c’est là vraiment ma place.
– J’ai fait partie de toutes les religions possibles, pas seulement Bouddhisme. CHARTRES est un lieu où je devrais absolument aller. J’étais l’un des initiés là il y a longtemps quand Joseph d’Arimathie, l’oncle de Jésus, s’arrêta sur son chemin de retour vers la Palestine (après qu’il ait fondé Glastonbury en Angleterre) quand il fut capable d’accepter le départ de Jésus. Joseph mourut et fut enterré dans la crypte, et une protection occulte fut posée autour de la crypte à cette époque-là par les initiés, dont je faisais partie. Plusieurs fois on a tenté, mais jamais la crypte n’a été ouverte. Sur le sol de la cathédrale au-dessus il y a un motif en spirale conduisant au Centre – juste au-dessus de la tombe dans la crypte en bas. Point d’une extrême puissance (J. et son mari ont dû se tenir l’un à l’autre!) sur lequel je devrais me placer quand j’aurai l’occasion d’aller là-bas. Cette vie-là a eu une importance spéciale, bien que d’une façon différente des vies en tant que moine bouddhiste.

– En Egypte Ancienne, comme esclave (là j’étais une femme) venant du peuple hébreu, captive avec mon mari depuis notre enfance. Dans cette vie-là j’ai prié et fait un voeu que si jamais un jour j’avais du pouvoir et de l’argent, je l’utiliserais pour donner une vie décente aux gens qui me serviraient.

– En Chine Ancienne, comme épouse, si ce n’est d’un Roi, au moins d’un noble très, très, très riche et puissant. Nous nous aimions tendrement, et j’étais pleine de compassion et de sollicitude pour les esclaves, serviteurs et paysans autour de nous et sur nos vastes terres. Presque un sentiment familial. Dans cette vie-là il m’a été donné la possibilité de réaliser ma prière et mon voeu de la vie en Ancienne Egypte, et je les ai réalisés en effet magnifiquement. Et cette profonde sollicitude pour les autres sur le plan matériel fait toujours partie de ce que j’ai apporté à nouveau dans cette vie présente (tout à fait exact, ajouterai-je ici).

– Deux vies (au moins) en tant que prêtresse:
    – En Egypte Ancienne: une prêtresse pleine de savoir et de sincérité, très bienveillante, responsable de l’enseignement aux jeunes “novices”; l’une d’entre elles, particulièrement chérie, était avec moi, presque’une petite fille encore, et je lui eneignais avec affection comment se protéger des attaques hostiles (Quand J. m’a décrit cette scène qu’elle voyait, j’ai instantanément senti que la novice était mon amie présente C., à cette époque-là).
    – Dans la Rome Antique: une Vestale sous le règne de Caligula (“Oh, je n’aime pas cela, c’est si sombre!” s’écria J., fronçant les sourcils). Donnée au temple encore enfant, à quinze ans j’avais été obligée d’avoir une relation sexuelle avec un homme riche, afin qu’il donne de l’argent au temple etc. Je n’avais pas accepté cette expérience triste et douloureuse comme quelque chose de vrai, ordonné par les dieux et leur faisant plaisir, mais au contraire je commençai à mettre en question en moi-même la vérité des dieux, faisant davantage confiance à mon propre sentiment de la Vérité telle que je la ressentais de l’intérieur. A cause de cela, à dix-sept ans à peine, quand je fus devenue une prêtresse, je refusai d’accomplir à nouveau ce “devoir du sexe”, si bien que je me retrouvai face à la colère des autres prêtresses, qui essayèrent de me faire plier à leur volonté, puis aux prêtres, puis à Caligula en personne, qui me viola, me tortura et me fit écarteler,  pour servir de leçon aux autres qu’il était préférable de se soumettre. J’ai encore en moi ce sens de ne devoir obéissance et confiance qu’en ma propre Vérité intérieure – sans même que ce soit nécessairement en rapport avec aucune déité ou religion (et dans cette vie-ci aussi cette tendance m’a attiré des ennuis extérieurs – moindres, heureusement! – encore et encore, même à Auroville, dirais-je… Et je me révolte totalement et instantanément contre toute tentative de me forcer à faire quelque chose de contraire à ma Vérité intérieure: je m’enfuis, en larmes et en rage, laissant l’autre ou les autres personne(s) interloquées, se demandant quel est mon problème!)  

Autres commentaires généraux par J. sur les résultats d’ensemble de toutes ces vies:

– Célibat (volontaire ou involontaire), aussi bien que bonheur conjugal, torture sexuelle, j’ai eu l’expérience de vies et de vies de complètement différentes situations et attitudes par rapport au sexe (y compris des vies de courtisane, j’en suis sûre,  lui ai-je dit plus tard, et elle l’a confirmé); et maintenant dans cette vie-ci tout cela est là en moi pour être intégré et vécu comme une Vérité UNE avec toutes ses apparentes contradictions.

– Le besoin de solitude et le besoin d’être avec d’autres personnes et d’avoir des compagnons sont de la même façon tous deux également présents en moi maintenant.

J. ne sait rien de ma personalité dans cette vie-ci, excepté les apparences que tout le monde peut voir, mais qui, elle l’a découvert et me l’a dit presqu’immédiatement dans cette session, “cachent une autre et très différente Bhaga” avec une très large aura et une profonde complexité et richesse d’être. Mais, ajouta-t-elle plus tard, les gens à un niveau subconscient se rendent souvent compte de quelque chose de très spécial en moi… qui leur fait peur et les éloigne de moi, quand ils ne se mettent pas en colère contre moi pour être différente d’eux et en fait plus évoluée qu’eux intérieurement. D’où une relation pas très facile avec les autres, et une vie de solitude intérieure jusqu’à présent. Mais cette vie-ci est extrêmement importante, car c’est le moment où les leçons apprises et les capacités acquises durant toutes ces autres vies doivent se constituer en un tout cohérent et être utilisées pour une manifestation harmonieuse et complète de ce que je suis vraiment, en préparation pour quelque stupéfiant développement ultérieur encore à venir.

Bien; voilà ce que cette Revue de Vies Passées m’a appris sur moi-même vue dans la perspective vaste et dynamique de cet immense Jeu Evolutif sur la Planète Terre dans lequel je me suis embarquée à un certain point, apparemment il y a de cela très longtemps. De quelle utilité peut donc être ce qui m’a été dit, pour ces autres êtres humains maintenant en train de lire ces lignes? Cela peut être utile pour eux s’ils se rendent compte que je ne suis qu’un échantillon de ce que beaucoup, beaucoup d’entre nous sont en ce moment sur la Terre: cette sorte d’extrême diversité et richesse d’expériences de la Vie, et la maturité intérieure que cela donne, sont là au même degré dans une multitude d’autres “vieilles âmes” un peu partout, prêtes pour le prochain pas de l’Evolution terrestre et enfin, ainsi qu’il a été promis dès le début, pour la transformation réelle de nos êtres individuels aussi bien que de la Vie Terrestre dans son ensemble.
Ce blog est simplement le Miroir que je tiens devant vous tous pour que vous commenciez à vous reconnaître vous aussi en lui, ou plutôt votre Soi, éternellement croissant avec le mien et celui de tous les autres en cet Un dont nous faisons tous partie pour toujours…

Why I went to Chartres: Notes of A Past Lives Review

Just like for my going to Azay-le-rideau, there was a specific, important reason for my going to Chartres Cathedral as well.
Right after I had posted here a few days ago the notes written at the time of that massive experience there, a faint memory suddenly started being felt in me, of exactly why I had gone to Chartres to start with: the faint memory re-surfacing was of a very special afternoon I had spent, in Auroville itself, with an Aurovilian lady from England, then in her sixties, and gifted since childhood with the ability to receive information from objects she would concentrate upon inwardly while holding them in her hand. It’s called psychometry.
Once again, keeping diaries served me well… Hardly fifteen minutes after the re-surfacing of that memory and going upstairs to look for the right diary, I was back from my room with the volume for the needed year, and sitting comfortably on my low chair in my tiny ‘research-office’ downstairs, I began reading my notes of Thursday August 13th, 1998; my apologies to my French-speaking visitors, those notes were scribbled down in English because that was the language this British lady and me used for communicating, so this new post will be in English, hopefully I’ll be able to translate it soon:
‘Yesterday afternoon I had an appointment with J. for a PAST LIFE REVIEW. She is clairvoyant, and many people in Auroville have gone to meet her, and her work is very appreciated. I don’t know her at all; after much reluctance, I finally decided to give it a try…
While holding (with her eyes closed) the gold ring I always wear, she started seeing things innumerable; first of all about my present life and my present state, described thus:
- A snake standing all the way up, with its hood unfolded over my crown-head chakra…!
“Full kundalini open!”, she said with astonishment. “Are you aware that it is so?… Do you feel it?… I have never seen it fully open like that, including the hood!!!” (Oh, this must be what happened to me on November 18, 1973 when Mother left her body, I thought, flabbergasted).
- An aura of beautiful colors; love, a lot, and… and an extremely good mental power, not utilized and expressed enough;
- Extremely rich diversity of elements gained during innumerable past lives, everywhere, in every possible kind of situation, going way back in time: “As far as I (J.) can look in the past, you (Bhaga) are there too. A very old soul, having come in this life to make use of all this, as the final stage of a first long phase, which will open on some new phase in a tremendously beautiful Unknown which I (J.) can hardly conceive of.”
Then she started going more into the detail of those past lives, and from now on “I”  in these notes will mean me, Bhaga, reporting what she was saying:
- In this life of now I have met an Avatar, but it is not the first time I met one: I was a monk at the time of Buddha, one of his companions, and among those who didn’t lose courage when he left his body, but went on going about the country, blessing people with their presence and the land with their feet as they walked (something I often have the feeling of doing in this lifetime too);
- Again, a monk, in Tibet, long back: a very young boy, sitting patiently at the gates of Lhassa’s monastery, with just his bowl of food and some water (and nothing left then after that), waiting to be allowed to go inside and become a monk. After three days, the big gates open finally just before midday and I am taken inside, and as the doors close behind me, I know that this is really my place;
- I have been part of every possible religion, not just Buddhism. CHARTRES is a place where I should absolutely go. I was among the initiates there long back when Joseph of Arimatheia, Jesus’ uncle, stopped on his way back to Palestine (after he had founded Glastonbury in England) when he could bear the fact of Jesus’s departure. Joseph died and was buried there in the crypt, and an occult protection was put around that crypt at that time by the initiates, among whom I was. Several times people have tried, but the crypt has never been opened. On the floor of the church above is a spiraling pattern leading to the Centre – just above the tomb in the crypt below. Extremely powerful spot (J. and her husband had to hold on each other!) which I should place myself upon whenever I will get the chance to go there. It has been a life of special importance inwardly, although in a different way than during the lives as a Buddhist monk.
- In Ancient Egypt: As a slave (a woman this time) coming from the Hebrew people, captive with my husband since early childhood. In that life I have prayed and vowed that if I ever have power and money, I will use it to give a decent life to the people who serve me.

- In Old China, as the wife of, if not a King, at least a very, very, very rich and powerful nobleman. We loved each other dearly, and I was very compassionate and caring for the slaves, servants, peasants around us and on our vast lands. Almost like a family feeling. In that life I was given a chance to fulfill my prayer and vow of the Ancient Egypt time, and I did fulfill it beautifully. And that deep caring for others on the material level is still part of what I brought into this life now (quite correct, I’d like to add here).

Two lives (at least) as a Priestess:
- In Ancient Egypt: I was  a very knowledgeable and very sincere, benevolent priestess, who was in charge of teaching young ‘novices’; one of them, particularly cherished, was with me, almost a little girl yet, and I was affectionately teaching her how to protect herself from hostile attacks. When J. described that scene she was seeing, I felt instantly that the novice was my present Aurovilian friend C. at that time.
- In Ancient Rome: a Vestal Priestess during the reign of Caligula (“oh! I don’t like this. It’s so dark!” exclaims J. softly, frowning). Given to the temple already as a child, at fifteen I had to have sex with a rich man so that he would give money for the temple etc. I didn’t accept this sad and painful experience as something true, ordered by the gods and pleasing them, but secretly I started questioning the truth of the gods, and trusting more my own feeling of Truth, from within. So even at seventeen, when I had become a priestess, I refused to do this kind of ‘sex-duty’ again, so I was faced with anger from the other priestesses, who tried to bend me into submission, then the priests, then Caligula himself, who raped me, tortured me and had me quartered as an example to others that obedience was best. I still have in me that sense of duty and trust only in my own inner Truth – not necessarily even in connection with any deity or religion (and also in this lifetime it has put me into trouble – of a lesser kind, though! – outwardly again and again, even in Auroville, I would say… And I keep revolting totally and instantaneously against any attempt to coerce me into doing something contrary to my inner Truth: I run out in tears and mad anger, while the other person(s) wonder what’s the problem with me!
Further general comments by J. about the overall results of all those lifetimes:
- Celibacy (voluntary or involuntary) as well as marital happiness, sexual torture, I have experienced many lives of totally different situations and attitudes towards sex (including lives as a courtesan, I am sure, I said to J. afterwards, and she confirmed it); and now in this life all that is there in me to be integrated and lived AS ONE TRUTH with all its apparent contradictions.
- The need of solitude and the need to be with people and have companionship are in the same way both with me now, again to be used with the right balance.
J. doesn’t know anything about my personality in this lifetime, except the appearances which are for everyone to see, but which, she discovered and told me almost immediately during this session, “hide another and very different Bhaga” with a very large aura and deep complexity and richness of being. But, she added later, people on a subconscious level are often aware of something very special about me… which scares them away, when they don’t get angry at me for being different from them and actually more evolved than them inwardly. Hence, not an easy relationship with people, and a life of inner solitude until now. But this life is extremely important, when the lessons learned and the abilities acquired during all these other lives must come together and be put to use for an integrated, harmonious and complete manifestation of what I truly am, in preparation for whatever stupendous further development is still to come.”

All right, this is what the Past Lives Review told me about myself as seen in the vast, dynamic perspective of the huge Game of Evolution on Planet Earth I got myself into at some point, apparently quite a long time ago. I listened and sometimes felt like a faint echo within my being, of whatever lifetime was being described to me; but nothing like the extreme vividness and acute sense of reality that my own ‘Far Memories’ had had when I re-lived a moment of a few of them.

Of which use can all that was said to me be for those other human beings now reading these lines? It can be of use for them to realize that I am but a good sampling of what many, many of us are, who are presently alive upon the Earth: this kind of very diversified background and experience of Life, and the inner maturity it gives, are there in the same way in a multitude of other ‘old souls’ everywhere, now getting ready for the Next Step in terrestrial Evolution, and at last, as promised from the start, the real transformation of our individual beings as well as of terrestrial Life as a whole.
This blog is just the Mirror I try to hold in front of all of you so that you start recognizing yourself in it too, or rather your Self, eternally growing along with mine and That of everyone else in the Oneness we are all part of since ever, for ever…

The Secret Spirituality of Every Moment

I am very glad ‘A Precious Friend’, my little poem dedicated to my lady cat with the Egyptian eyes, has been liked by quite a few people, to the point that they clicked that ‘like’ button and the end of my post became all lit up by the nice, colorful tiny pictures of those happy people!
Thank you!
It is particularly important to me because it shows some of you do appreciate the simple joys of life that can be told in small but moving ways like that: simple joys that usually no one would call ‘spiritual’, and yet I challenge that, precisely, for too often we are told and we come to believe indeed that Spirituality is only with a big ‘S’, happening through Experiences that also are only with a big ‘E’, away from daily life and all its tiny supposedly insignificant moments. It is not so at all: as long as we will remain able to feel in each moment the hidden – or obvious – beauty that is there, just waiting to be seen, we will remain alive and well inside.
This is why I’m so grateful to Nina for having posted again and again photos of the flowers of her garden in their exquisite May blooming; and once, the pictures she was sharing were of flowers made even more beautiful by the drops of rain that were on them! I loved it!…
Looking at those flowers with the raindrops on them immediately reminded me of the second very sharp memory I have of a moment in my childhood that was actually a spiritual experience; the first such moment I already told about in that post a few months back about Lord Shiva and the full moon on his sacred Hill of Arunachala, not very far away in the city of Thiruvanamalai: it was thanks to a full moon night that I had for the first time united spontaneously with the bright, ethereal, silent vastness of the Infinite, suddenly felt in that strangely lit nocturnal unlimited darkness.
The second spiritual experience I got happened in fact during the same period of my childhood, when we were still living in that house on top of the hill of Koulouba, overlooking the Niger plain and the city of Bamako.
It happened this time in full day light, and with other people around; as every school day of the week, early in the morning my elder sister and I were waiting in front of our house, waiting for the car that would take us down the hill to the French Lycee in the city, capital of the then French Sudan (‘Soudan’) now called Mali.
In the almost desertic landscape around us, our mother had succeeded, like everywhere we had lived, in growing roses, in this case two great rosebushes, in barils full of rich soil, on each side of the large entrance to the house.
As we waited, my eyes wandered towards the rosebush close by; it so happened that there was a gorgeous velvety dark red bloom that had just opened that morning on that rosebush; on the top petal of it there happened to be a single drop of dew still left from the dawn; and it so happened that, just at the precise moment when I looked, a single ray of sun hit like a flash of lightning that dewdrop alone on that gorgeous red rose. And in the miracle of that moment I was hit too, as if by an arrow, right through my heart, by the instant of absolute beauty I had just witnessed. Time and my heart stopped, I stood there transfixed, not anymore a little girl in front of her family’s house, about to go to school, but all of a sudden a nameless, unidentified but eternal Being, fully aware, in the inner intimacy of my heart, of the Secret Reality of Beauty and Absoluteness that lies behind the reality we normally see.
And then the car arrived, and I had to turn again into the little girl going to school, but in the car I kept silent, holding that Moment like a Treasure I never wanted to forget.
And as you can see, I didn’t. Decades have gone by, the special, exquisite pain of this Absolute Beauty I experienced in that instant is still there in  the depths of me, like a Gem… but totally alive. It was, it is a Soul Moment, for ever part of the true I that I am, and am becoming again consciously in this process of Evolution.  

Les Deux Expériences de 2002 reliées à Celle Maintenant de Gaia

C’est quand même bien utile, cette habitude que j’ai prise depuis très longtemps, d’écrire,  ne fût-ce que sous forme de brèves notes, ce que je vis intérieurement, genre rêve ou expérience ou autre fait important! C’est grâce à cette habitude que je viens de retrouver dans le carnet de 2002, où je me rappelais fort bien l’avoir notée, l’expérience super-puissante à Chartres… et puis en cherchant celle-là, quelques pages avant je suis tombée sur la description première de l’expérience qui lui est maintenant reliée, celle de moi-même en tant que vajra/dorje tibétain étincelant de lumière…!
C’était le jeudi 9 mai 2002, en fin de journée, j’ai noté:
“Séance de massage sacro-cranial chez I., avec sa géode améthyste d’abord aux pieds puis à la tête.
A la fin, image soudaine:
Au niveau du nombril, une sorte de joyau lumineux blanc lançant des sortes d’éclairs très blancs dans tous les sens, et le reste du corps, ou du moins sa forme extérieure ou énergétique, apparaissait tel un dorje tibétain.”
C’était donc il y a déjà dix ans!!! Je n’avais à l’époque aucune attirance spéciale pour le Tibet et ses objets rituels de culte, habituellement en cuivre ou autre matériau opaque, à l’aspect aussi obscur et peu bienveillant que la plupart des divinités qu’ils servaient à adorer; mais là, ce dorje totalement transparent et lumineux, c’était autre chose!…
C’est pendant l’été de la même année que j’ai pu enfin aller à Chartres. Voici ce que j’ai écrit plus tard à ce sujet, dans le même carnet:
“Il est temps maintenant de noter ce qui s’est passé le 12 Juillet, au cours de ma visite à Chartres grâce à la gentille invitation de ce cher F. dans sa petite Clio qui lui va comme un gant, savourant chaque kilomètre de cette Vallée de Chevreuse que nous avons choisi de traverser, délaissant l’autoroute…
Dans la Cathédrale (vitraux incroyables, même pour mon oeil de néophyte), j’ai tout de suite cherché à me rapprocher du fameux Labyrinthe dont j’espérais bien qu’il serait, comme supposément tous les vendredis, débarrassé des chaises qui les autres jours le recouvrent. Il était en effet découvert, ô joie!
Malgré le flot chaotique des gens et enfants le traversant dans tous les sens ou même y courant, visiblement sans se douter du tout de son sens ni de son potentiel initiatiques, j’ai fini par voir où était l’Entrée, et je m’y suis engagée avec un appel intérieur à Mère et Sri Aurobindo. J’avais déjà repéré la Grande Rosace où Notre-Dame et l’Enfant trônent, au centre… du Symbole de la Mère Divine!… On l’a dans son dos quand on se place à l’Entrée du Labyrinthe.
Très vite, une fois dessus, chacun de mes pas s’est accompagné spontanément, tout bas, du mot “Mère”, et ma concentration intérieure s’est approfondie de plus en plus, oubliant le chaos bruyant des gens autout de moi.
Quand je suis finalement arrivée au Centre, je n’attendais rien de spécial; mais dès que je me suis avancée là (après qu’on en ait retiré la poussette avec enfant qui y était, empêchant d’y accéder!…), immédiatement une Energie extraordinaire à commencé à descendre, m’immobilisant de plus en plus fortement, de la tête aux pieds, au fur et à mesure que le temps passait. Je ne pouvais plus bouger, ni ouvrir les yeux. Un grand sentiment de la Présence de la Mère Divine avait envahi mon coeur intérieur, et la gratitude en sortait à flots intenses.
J’étais absolument sidérée.
L’Energie passait surtout verticalement et par les chakras. Le chakra d’en haut n’était plus qu’un très large entonnoir, élargi à en être pratiquement plat, comme un lotus grand ouvert. Pas une pensée, pas une émotion, rien, seulement la sensation de cette Energie qui entrait, entrait, et se déversait dans mon être. Finalement je l’ai perçue, cette Energie, comme une Lumière Dorée qui formait comme un énorme Pilier occupant tout le Centre du Labyrinthe (y compris les huit pétales et les entre-pétales où je m’étais reculée d’un pas pour pouvoir rester aussi longtemps que nécessaire sans pour autant gêner l’accès des autres au Centre proprement dit).
Et ce Pilier continuait vers le bas – loin de s’arrêter au sol, il s’enfonçait aussi dans la Terre, m’y enracinant par la même occasion!…
Ce Pilier de Lumière Dorée reliait le Ciel et la Terre, et me passait à travers au passage. Fabuleux!..
Mon visage baigné de larmes de joie était en extase calme, souvent levé vers la Rosace de la Mère Divine (qui maintenant me faisait face), et vers ses deux occupants à qui mon être se donnait sans réserve – au moins centralement, car ce n’est que plus tard, quand j’ai pu m’asseoir, (non pas sur le Labyrinthe, bien sûr, mais sur le bord du socle d’un des piliers de pierre qui en sont proches), qu’enfin mon corps a pu avoir sa part de l’expérience. Là, mes cellules aussi ont reçu et éprouvé la charge, dans une certaine mesure.
Je n’étais finalement sortie du Centre du Labyrinthe qu’après un temps qui m’apparaissait comme une eternité intense. Mon immobilité pour ainsi dire pétrifiée par cette Descente, n’a été mûe que par le surprenant movement de rotation en vortex, que lui imprimait de temps en temps la Force. Au bout d’un certaine durée de ce temps pétrifié, il m’a été dit intérieurement que ça suffisait, qu’il fallait maintenant quitter le Centre… ce que je n’ai fait pourtant qu’à regret, un regret infini, poignant, d’avoir à me séparer à nouveau de cette Union indicible et de l’intensité presqu’écrasante de Présence que j’éprouvais.
Le parcours du Labyrinthe en sens inverse m’a été une grande aide pour peu à peu revenir au monde extérieur.
Une fois sortie complètement du Labyrinthe, je n’avais qu’une envie, c’était d’y retourner aussitôt, de retrourner vers ce Centre béni. Ce m’était douleur que de résister à cette envie, et de rester dans la vie extérieure suffisamment pour aller m’asseoir sur une chaise proche et, après un long moment, être capable de retrouver F., tout étonné de mon silence et état “bizarre”, et de lui adresser quelques mots anodins et rassurants.
Plus tard, pendant qu’il me ramenait dans la Clio chez ma mère, je me suis rendue compte que j’avais la fièvre. Le lendemain encore, cette fièvre a continué, et je n’ai pas été “dans mon assiette” de toute la journée… “
… mais je savais pourquoi, et ça en valait bien la peine!…
Tout cela était d’autant plus sidérant pour moi qu’ordinairement j’étais parfaitement incapable de sentir toutes ces “énergies” diverses, auras et autres, que tant d’autres personnes perçoivent communément et sans difficultés!… Je me considérais comme complètement bouchée!…

Quant à ma vision, tout à fait stupéfiante elle aussi, de moi-même sous la forme de ce dorje tibétain lumineux, le souvenir m’en est revenu un dimanche soir, 12 avril 2009, ayant entre-temps découvert les livres d’Olga Kharitidi dont j’ai parlé surtout au début de ce blog, mais qui restent facilement accessibles parce que je leur ai dédié une des Catégories sur lesquelles on peut directement cliquer. Voici mes notes  à propos de cette vision, et de ce qu’elle m’a évoqué ce soir-là:
“Mon passé “shamanique”?!?… Moi qui rejette tellement le Shamanisme!…
Il va falloir que je cherche dans ces cahiers: Quand ai-je rêvé une nuit d’un grand objet sacré tibétain, le Dorjé [et dans mes notes je l'ai dessiné remarquablement bien] tout fait de lumière, et qui était… Moi, mon Moi vrai à ce niveau-là. Le réveil  sur cette expérience m’a laissé un goût de splendeur dans la conscience, très intense.
Maintenant je découvre grâce à un jeune Belge (!) un shamane hongrois (!!!), Joska Soos de Sovar, du Clan de Baksa, à travers qui s’exprimait encore (mort 15.8.08) la filiation ouralo-altaïque du shamanisme hongrois – lien à nouveau avec le premier livre d’Olga Kharitidi, “Entering the Circle”, et les anciens shamanes de l’Altaî.
Tout semble converger vers cette origine pré-sibérienne, altaïque (plus la partie mongole maintenant de l’Altaï), du temps d’un autre climat, comme pour le Désert de Gobi (Mongolie aussi) autrefois fertile, comme l’affirme Edgar Cayce. Mon impression d’exhilaration, très lointaine dans le passé, chevauchant au galop “dans les plaines de l’Asie Centrale”… Mon amour pour les yourtes… LA yourte. Bien plus pratique en fait que la tente amériendienne toute pentue, qui a perdu sa “muraille” circulaire verticale, au-dessus de laquelle la tente était posée.
Bon. Au dodo!….
Vais-je rêver de Belovodia?…”

An Experience with Gaia, thanks to Kryon and Tibetan Music

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Evening of 26.05. 2012.

Just coming out of a very strong experience, cf my 2002 experience in Chartres Cathedral at the Centre of the Labyrinth: sudden Pillar of White Energy shooting down from both my feet, very deep into the Earth. Simultaneously, the same thick Beam of Power shooting out also from the top of my head upward, very high. But in both experiences my own consciousness and being remained in my body as the Bridge between the two, linking Matter and the Higher Dimensions through this large, impressive beam of energy going through my full body and out of it at both extremities.
My body felt more like substance transfixed by Energy, Power, going through it and immobilizing it.
This time what was happening evoked inwardly to my consciousness the Vajra of pure transparent Cristal radiating very bright White Light rays, that in a dream-experience a few years ago I saw and felt that my body was in its quite unexpected energetic reality. The Vajra shown in the picture has to be imagined fully lit from within, intense rays shooting from its whole shape.
The Traditional Tibetan Chants I was tonight immersing myself into out of total love for them expressed a spirituality of Verticalness, but rooted in the Earth, in which the human body is a ‘caisse de resonance’ linking Matter to the ‘Heaven’ or whatever, straight up there somewhere.
When I listen to those Chants my sitting body starts swaying sideways or back and forth, the way the Tibetan monks’ bodies also do when they chant. Tonight my body felt like a more massive male body, and even my face started feeling different, with slanted eyes that my present body doesn’t have at all. That other body is definitely more solid and more ‘down-to-earth’ than my present one, which precisely lacks roots and real physicalness. Also, I am normally not able at all to experience this kind of almost telluric energy.
Only in the Chartres Labyrinth experience, and now also in this one just lived, did I ever feel anything like that. Totally impersonal experience. Nothing of my individual personality was felt, no emotions and no thoughts either, everything in me was immobilized for the whole duration of the entire long sequence of songs. My body didn’t feel any of the pains it usually feels after a while sitting in the same position, and when in the end I finally slowly got up to go and turn on some light in the living-room, no pain in the hips either like I experience almost every time after about 15 mn more or less immobile at my desk using my laptop.
What I had been reading was a channeling by Kryon through Lee Carroll, describing our relationship to Gaia, the Earth, and its consciousness, manifesting in several very important ways.
During the experience I felt for the first time in my life, very concretely, the inner connection of my Being and of my whole body to the Earth. It felt like it was encompassing me, and protecting me inside of its own Being, so to say. It was deeply comforting and reassuring. Totally forgotten was the apparently threatening presence of the ocean’s waves, only at so little distance from this house where all this happened.

Here is the text I was reading before being overtaken by the trance-like state induced also by the music I was listening to, ‘Rain of Blessings, Vajra Chants’, beautifully sung by Lama Gyurme:

Live Kryon Channelling Syracuse New York Saturday September 11, 2010 As channelled by Lee Carroll for Kryon The information below is free and available for you to print out, copy and distribute as you wish. The Copyright, however, prohibits sale in any form except by the publisher

LIVE KRYON CHANNELLING “The Akashic System”This live channelling was Given in Syracuse, New York Saturday September 11, 2010 To help the reader, this channelling has been revisited [by Lee and Kryon] to provide even clearer understanding. Often what happens live has implied energy within it, which carries a kind of communication that the printed page does not. So enjoy this enhanced message given in Syracuse in September, 2010.  Greetings, dear ones, I am Kryon of Magnetic Service. The masters had a phrase: “It is well with me, it is well with my soul.” They would say it even in times before death, in times that were frustrating, and in times of difficulty. It is because they were focused on one thing and one reality – that the love of God inside them creates love of self. We have said this before. We have channelled it many times. We’ve even told you that it’s the secret to mastery. Get to the place where you are content with that which is in you, which is God, and let all of the other things around you slowly develop in appropriateness as you learn what to do with your life. Do not decide in advance where you’re going to go or what you’re going to do. Shortly, we’ll give a channelling that outlines the difference in energy between the very ancient past, the relative past and the energy that is in the shift. We’ll give the attributes of how a Lightworker deals with specifics and how things have changed. It’s coming [given in Buffalo, New York]. But that’s not today. Today I wish to give you the profundity of the Akashic system that is Gaia and humanity. What I want to do is explain your relationship to a system that seemingly is complex and esoteric, but that literally defines your relationship with the earth. Every so often, I will give this kind of channel, where absolutely nothing in the message is anything you can prove. It’s not science, but instead it’s spiritual, and this one is about you. Is it possible that the whole purpose of Gaia is to support humanity? Is it possible that Human Beings are not simply another mammal on a planet moving around the sun? Is it possible that the energy delivered from the vibratory rate of this planet is based upon what humanity does and will actually affect the Universe? The answer’s yes to all. So if that is the case, what kind of a system is in place that would allow such a thing to be? That’s what we’ll discuss now in this short amount of time. The Energy of the Planet and the Akash Let us speak of Gaia and the Akash. You might have heard that Gaia is an energy, which is of the planet Earth. Gaia is sentient [conscious]; Gaia has innate intelligence; Gaia, therefore, has an intelligent consciousness that “knows” about you. Gaia is able to converse and speak much like Kryon does. If you have heard that, you’d be right. Gaia’s energy speaks in so many ways, and one of them is seen by looking at the Akash. If you asked Gaia what this is, it would be defined as the “life force of the planet.” This takes into consideration everything that is alive, including those things you don’t even think are alive. So the concept of the Akash of Gaia is huge and is very grand. But tonight, I wish to speak specifically of Gaia’s system of the Akash of the Human Being in relationship to the earth. We speak of Gaia’s cooperation in the Human spiritual experience, and that essentially everything revolves around the Human, even the planet’s purpose. If we start at the beginning and give simple definitions, we will say that there is a system to keep track of who is on the earth. Now you may not think Spirit wouldn’t need a system at all, and you’d be right. But Gaia does, and there is a reason. For every single Human soul that comes to this place called Earth makes a difference as a unique energy that actually modifies the life force of Gaia. So when that soul arrives, Gaia creates a record, and more. So here come the specifics. The Cave of Creation Many times I have reviewed a concept with you that I again present. Deep within the earth, there is an interdimensional cavern that will never be found. It has 3D properties that connect it with Earth reality, but it is also multidimensional. This is difficult to explain to you since you only perceive reality in a single-digit dimensionality. So I can explain all I want, but my explanations fall short of your understanding. It would be like I spoke to you in your language and suddenly changed to one you had never heard, where the words were jumbled, backwards, and all rearranged in a nonlinear way. Not only would you not understand the message, but the very strange language itself would be disturbing for you to hear. This is how multidimensional things appear to you – chaotic. But I will at least give the information as best I can so you will know the “what,” if not the “how.” The Cave of Creation is one of the only physical objects on the planet that is a dimensional hybrid. That is to say it has three-dimensional properties that absolutely you would see and understand if it were visible, which it is not – for it can never be found or detected, and it won’t be. Within this mulitdimensional place is the record of who you are. Again, it’s called the Cave of Creation. When you come to the planet, this is the first place you visit, even before the birth canal. When you leave the planet, it’s the last place you visit before you come home. It, therefore, is the depository of the record of humanity – all of the lives that humanity have lived and the very core soul essence of who each of you are. Here is more information on how it works. It is the Akashic Record. Each soul in the Cave of Creation is unique. Let us take yours, for instance. What is your spiritual name? It’s not a name you can pronounce, dear one, but rather an energy. That energetic name is partly the name of God and is recorded in the Cave of Creation metaphorically, as a stripe on a crystalline structure. The crystalline structure, you might say, is that which remembers the vibration of who you were. So when you come into the planet for the first time, there is a crystalline structure waiting for you (since the potential of your arrival is known). As you live on planet Earth, Gaia and the entire system “knows” you are here. Then you pass over to the other side of the veil. When you leave, you visit the cave again and enhance that crystalline structure with an energy of everything you have done. Then you leave the earth, but the crystalline structure with your information remains. Now, let us say you come back to Earth, and you’re going to have another life and another earthly name. Before you arrive within the birth canal, another stripe is added to the crystalline structure. Note: It is the same soul, but now has stripe number two. As it develops on the planet, the cave knows you will return and activate or awaken the stripe every time you return. So, therefore, you have a crystalline structure for every soul, not every lifetime. Some of the souls represented have a thousand stripes! So perhaps you might understand that there are far fewer of these crystalline soul records than you thought. One for every soul, not every life. Now I want to tell you something: There are old souls in this room and reading this. That’s who you are. Even the one or the two here that have come to this place not necessarily for the program, but to be with somebody else, are old souls as well. You don’t have to know about spiritual things to be an old soul. Many walk this earth and never awaken to who they are, for this is their free choice. But the fact is that the Humans who often come to meetings of this kind are the ones feeling the calling to be part of a shift of the planet, the end of one age and the beginning of another. These are the ones whose eyes are on the page now. The Mysterious Functions of the Cave So the Cave of Creation becomes the Gaia record of who is here and who has been here. This, then, is the physical part. What I tell you next is the interdimensional part that is confusing to the Human Being. Listen: The cave is static in 3D and yet dynamic in multi-D; that is to say, there are never any crystals added or taken away in 3D. That means that there’s a crystalline structure for every potential Human Being who will ever live on planet Earth. Now you might say, “Oh, no, that doesn’t make sense. It sounds like predestination. Spirit knows everyone who is coming?” No we don’t, but this is not predestination. Instead, the cave is predisposed in a quantum way to be complete every moment. A quantum energy deals with potentials, and not empirical [absolute] attributes. Therefore, as things change on the planet, the cave changes quantumly, but not physically. The crystalline structure counts do not change. I can’t explain that to you except to say this is a quantum event. The cave is always complete. It always has all of humanity in it. It is connected to the past, present and future. The very confusing thing for you is that this means you are actually interacting with those who are not here yet. Again, I can’t explain it any better than that, and your three-dimensional mind is not ready to go on that journey. But know this. The cave is complete. It’s sacred. It’s sealed forever. The soul crystals remember your lives and the energy of your lives. The soul energies within the crystals interact with each other. The lifetimes you live modify the energy of the cave and, therefore, Gaia. Gaia is there, since the cave resides interdimensionally within Gaia. So, in summary, this cave becomes the record of souls, of their many lifetimes and the energy that they create. Now listen to me, for this is the focus of this message. Whatever you do on the planet, whatever vibrational energy you create on the planet, is imbued into these crystalline substances. The record of that life energy remains on the planet with the accompanying vibration within that crystal – forever. Mary and George Let’s say you are Mary tonight. I’ll talk to you. Mary, when you cross over, the cave is where you’re going. It’s a three-day Earth journey. Mary, old soul, you’ve been there before. Oh, Mary, you’ve been there before – and because of that, you go there in joy. You remember it! You know where you’re going, and you remember what it means. You’re going home. There is no sting in death, for although there might be a temporary fog of interdimensional reconnection, you remember the feeling of joy! This is the promise to you, Mary, that we all take your hand and you feel it. Death of the Human Being is a transitional energy, not a terminal one. There is no “end,” but rather a journey to an energy that you remember the moment you take your last breath. Let us say Mary is a healer. Let us say Mary has increased the vibration of this planet by her very presence of walking on the earth. Let us say that the earth remembers Mary’s footsteps, because Gaia knows who she is. Let us say that Mary is in touch with her Higher-Self. Let us say Mary has created a mini-portal wherever she goes because of this, and now she passes over. There is a gathering of Humans… much sorrow. They are so sorry to see her go because she was a marvelous presence, a wonderful mother and loving Human Being. They cry and there are tears and there is grieving. Well, here’s the metaphysical truth: Mary goes to the Cave of Creation and everything she ever was, and the portal she created as a Human, is imbued into her soul crystalline structure. That portal then remains because Mary was here! The marvelous presence, the wonderful mother and the loving Human is not wasted! It’s imbued into Gaia itself, through the process of the Cave of Creation, and that energy of remembrance never goes away. It never goes away! It becomes part of the earth life-force consciousness from then on. Then she comes again as George. [Laughter] Don’t just laugh, because here’s the real process and the beauty of the system. Ready? When George comes in, he picks up Mary’s record! Then both George and Mary go to the next area of Akashic teaching, the second of the four parts we are teaching today. The system continues. The Akash Within your DNA Everything that is represented in the crystalline of the Cave of Creation regarding your core soul crystal is transferred to your DNA at birth. You transfer it in the Cave of Creation. That’s why you go there. It’s becomes your personal Akashic Record, every lifetime you’ve been, everything you’ve ever done is all in your DNA. As we have mentioned before, this Akashic Record resides in every double helix in a multidimensional way, and is represented by the billions of chemicals in the 90% of DNA that science sees as junk! Science is looking at it with 3D eyes and it seems vastly complex with no symmetry or order. It is, indeed, multidimensional to the max! But it’s all there in a beautiful system. We have told you that before. But perhaps you didn’t get the full implications of what it means? Think. George, you now have George and Mary in your DNA, but only George’s body is there. So, what is George going to do with Mary’s lifetime in his DNA? I’ll give you the answer. Everything that Mary learned is now available to George. Remember that Mary and George are the same soul, just taking a different form on Gaia at the moment. The beauty of the system is this: The Higher-Self is also the same, since it represents core soul energy. Therefore, George doesn’t have to learn again what Mary learned! It’s in his DNA. Even the compassionate mother is there. Mary’s spiritual journey is there, and at a level that could care less about gender, the love of God is there, created by the journey of a Human soul on planet Earth. Listen to me. You came into this life and you sit in the chair hearing and reading this – and you’re learning spiritual things today. Maybe you think there is a steep learning curve and so much to know? Maybe all this is new, and you are overwhelmed with all this information and the feelings that go with it? Let me tell you, old soul, that you are simply awakening something you already knew. If you give intent, old soul, you will remember it! What if you are a very old soul on this planet? That means you’re going to have the wisdom of the ancients in your DNA right now. It means that every page you read in a Kryon book, you can say, “I remember this. It’s right. There’s nothing new here. But it’s nice to see it in writing.” [Kryon smile] Let us now look at the first two attributes of the Akash of humanity. (1) The Cave of Creation is a record of who comes and goes. The energy thereof stays with the earth and helps the vibration of the planet to change. Therefore, human lifetimes modify the vibration of the planet. (2) The DNA of each Human contains the individual record of the one soul and helps the next incarnation [Human expression on Earth] to become more aware, if this is their choice. Look at the first attribute in this lesson: It’s Gaia related. The cave is in Gaia. It is deep in the earth and it represents many crystalline structures. “Known by the earth,” you are. Loved by the earth, you are. Those of you who deal with Earth-like things – nature, animals, even the study of the rocks and land – can feel it. When you walk in certain places, you can feel it! The intelligence, which is Gaia, speaks to you. There is a confluence of energy that wraps around you that says, “I know you. You belong here. It is appropriate that you step upon the planet.” Oh, Human Being, for what you do here will change the Universe eventually. Can’t you feel it? How many of you have ever walked into a forest alone and felt the company of the trees? That’s real! Animals I speak of the precious animals all the time and how they’re here to service humanity and how they do it so completely. I’ve spoken about how some of them are here to be eaten. Many don’t like to hear this, but understand that collectively the animals understand this. They have to be part of the Human food chain, since humanity doesn’t have the ability to grow things fast enough and distribute that food. So that’s a service, you see? For those of you who are vegan, you might say, “I never eat them!” That is a choice for your health. It’s appropriate and accurate, but doesn’t hold true for the survival of the Human race, for animals are needed for Human nourishment and survival at the moment. So let’s divert for a moment and give you some valuable information about Human consumption of animal life. Many Humans need to eat them, but never understanding that the animal knew this when it came in. Is this too spooky for you? This is known by those who know of animal spirits and can see the sacrifice and appropriateness of this. It was also very well known by the ancients. But here is the question, dear Human: How do you treat them? With that kind of purpose on the planet, how do you treat them before they become your food? How did the ancients treat them? Now that’s a hard question, isn’t it? Let me give you an attribute of truth. Did you know the better they’re treated, the more nutritious they’ll be within your body? “Kryon, please don’t talk about that. We don’t want to think about it.” Dear one, if not me, then who? Listen, if these animals are willing to come and be so grand a part of the life-force of this planet and help it to vibrate higher by keeping you alive so you can make choices, don’t they deserve respect and comfort while they are growing up? The end result will be a far better contribution to your health. Let the scientists lead the way and do some comparison studies to show that the nutritional values increase dramatically when an animal is honored during its short lifetime. The ancients knew this and honored each animal before it became part of their life-force. There is no Cave of Creation for the animals. They are here in support of humanity. Some of them are here to love you and you know that. We speak of the ones in your home. They’re here to love you – another great service to Humans. You look in their eyes and they look back. They see the old soul within you, did you know that? They know the system. But they don’t live very long, do they? Sometimes there is heartbreak when they leave. But the good news? Yes, they can reincarnate! They have choice with you to continue the love affair! I don’t know how many dear ones in the room are aware of that system and I want my partner to develop this more clearly so those animal lovers will know this. When their dear loved animals die, they can continue the love affair if they want to by looking in the right place and finding the returning soul, picking it up and continuing what they had. There’s somebody in the room and reading that needed to hear that. There is a system for their core souls to return! So in a way, many animals have souls, too, but they’re not in the Cave of Creation. They don’t have the profound system of planetary change that you do, which is a consciousness that can increase itself by free choice. The Human is the only being on Earth who can do this, because the Human has divinity in the DNA. It was implanted there, appropriately and with love, approximately 100,000 years ago by that which is from another star system. We have given you all this before. In all appropriateness, the Humans on this planet received their spiritual seeds from the Pleiadians in a beautiful way, in an appropriate way, in a divine way, in a perfect way. There were no wars, no conspiracies, and these beautiful star souls are still here. They’re your brothers and your sisters and a piece of them is in you. You’re in a quantum state with them. I can’t explain that anymore either. But some of you can feel it. Some of you can see it. It’s beautiful, and it’s not inappropriate, odd or scary. Instead, it is the real creation story on the planet and can be found in the indigenous writings all over the planet. Look for references to the seven sisters and the stories about creation. In your DNA surges all that you ever were, old soul, and we have told you in many channellings how you can access this. This access is not just as spiritual information, but as the ability to access some of the Human attributes that you had in the past. The essence of the energy of who you used to be is in your DNA. Therefore, this Akashic information has the ability to communicate to the blueprint of your stem cells. Remember, it’s all within the same double-helix structure that contains the protein-encoded section, your genes! Are you understanding this? Your DNA is, therefore, a far larger system than any medical authority has ever believed it to be. It is an interdimensional system that has the ability to modify itself at any time. It explains spontaneous remission. Spontaneous remission is the Human Being who decides they’re done with the disease, and who then picks up the energy from a past life that never had the disease. Many Humans have rid themselves of the most virulent diseases known to man. They suddenly come up clean with no trace of it – spontaneous remission. The dreaded disease simply goes away. I’ll tell you, dear one, that is not a miracle from above. That’s a miracle from within. The Crystalline Grid – The Third of Four Let me tell you number three. There is a grid of appropriateness that is being activated in this energy today, like never before. It is an esoteric grid, which means it is spiritual in nature and you cannot see it. It has a name that should give away what it does. It is called the Crystalline Grid. Crystalline is the name given to it so you’ll understand it is a storage attribute of Gaia and it stores life-force information. It is similar to the Cave of Creation regarding the purpose of the crystalline structure – information storage. So let’s refine the definition from the above for clarity. The Crystalline Grid of Gaia [the planet] is a grid of the earth that is esoteric [spiritual] and that stores the life-force energy of humanity, the energy of you. Now this is different than the Cave of Creation. The cave is a record of who you are and what you’ve done. The energy of your contribution to Earth [whatever it is] goes into the cave, becomes part of the earth, and stays there. The Crystalline Grid, however, is above the earth; imagine it laying upon the earth. This grid is on the exterior. You can’t see it, but it’s there. Now, this Crystalline Grid also contains imprints of your energy, but is location specific. The best example I can give you is this. When you go to parts of Europe, you might feel what has happened there. There are layers and layers of war. Some of you have a hard time meditating there. It’s difficult to clear the land, isn’t it, because of what’s happened on the land? The Crystalline Grid contains everything that ever happened and where it happened. You see? So it is a location-specific Human energy storage grid. Is it part of Gaia? Absolutely. It lays upon Gaia like a blanket of energy of Human consciousness. Did you ever notice that when you go to certain parts of the planet where almost nothing happened significant in Human history, it’s clear and clean and you meditate better? I want to ask you something. Do you think this has an effect on where the spiritualists in this new energy come from? Take a look at where all of the channellers have come from in the last 25 to 30 years. They have come from the pristine lands that never had major wars [many from the western portion of the USA]. Did you think of that? Take a look. This is because it’s easier for a Human Being to relate to a pristine essence of Gaia. It creates a far stronger spiritual connection. Again, here it is. The connection with Gaia is there – the connection with the earth. Why the earth? Because Gaia is part of a measuring system, a vibrational measuring system. There’ll come a day when the earth is measured for its vibrational attributes – attributes created by what the Humans did. Collectively, the entire Human experience lays upon and within this planet, and creates a vibratory rate that is measurable by Spirit. That’s the Crystalline Grid. A while ago, we gave you some of the attributes of this Crystalline Grid that you didn’t expect. It’s in a recent channelling [Berkeley Springs, West Virginia]. You can read and understand even more of the energy it contains. It even explains ghosts. The Crystalline Grid contains a quantum imprint so strong in certain areas that even though the Human Beings have left, the imprint of what they did replays like a tape. Go find this information if you’re interested.* That’s how profound the Human influence is upon Gaia. A Summary So here you are with this information. Interesting, isn’t it? There are three places where your Human energy exists at the same time. (1) The Cave of Creation – it keeps a record of who you are as you come and go, and imbues your lifetime of experience to the vibration of the planet even after you have gone. It is the multidimensional system that captures the Human experience for Gaia and it stays with Gaia. (2) The DNA in the Human body helps you while you are alive in each lifetime, for all that you ever were is information and energy that is stored in the double helix. All thousand lifetimes are there if you’ve lived a thousand of them. They are all accessible. You never have to relearn anything spiritually since it’s cumulative – that is, it stays with you from lifetime to lifetime. All you have to do is open that spiritual jar of intent to remember, and out will come the wisdom of the ancients. This ought to tell you something. All of you are your own ancestors. Did you think of that? (3) The Crystalline Grid – a spiritual grid that lays over the planet’s surface that remembers everything that Humans do and where they do it. This grid is also being reactivated as you approach 2012, for it is becoming more quantum in that what you do in real time is being transferred to Gaia through this grid in real time. This means that the energy of humanity is affecting the vibrational level of the planet in actual time instead of waiting to receive the energy after you pass to the Cave of Creation. This also creates a feeling of time going faster for you. Look at the ancestors for a moment, for they knew something. Look at their wisdom. What is the first thing they did when they started a spiritual ceremony? They honored their ancestors! They all know intuitively that their ancestors are still with them. That is always first in their order of honoring. Before they make decisions, they always go to the ancestors and ask them for wisdom. The indigenous know how to mine the Akash, they always have, because they realize the circle of life contains accessible information. They know it’s inside of them. They also knew Gaia and considered the earth as a life-force partner – a partner in their soul life. Oh, dear one, if you study the ancients, you’re going to find everything I’ve given you today. They knew. Intuitively, they knew. The Backup System is Alive Lastly, here is something we have spoken of only two times before. Years and years ago, we gave you some information that we now complete. It may be hard for you to understand the following, but the three systems I just gave you are mostly Gaia related. Even the Human DNA is part of the Gaia system, since it represents a biological evolvement of humanity on the planet, from the dust of the earth. Yet there is a backup system for all of it, a redundancy that isn’t the kind of “backup” that you think of — for your backup is something that is linear, in case you lose the first one. This “backup” system is one that assists the others all the time. The information of those three combined Akashic systems are stored in a living mammal on this planet. It has to be this way, for it is the final layer and it connects you not only with Gaia, but it connects you with the rest of the life on Earth in a most profound way. The system is stored in the whales of Earth. Let’s talk about whales for a moment. You love them, don’t you? By the way, ask a biologist – a dolphin is a whale, just a smaller one. Did you know that? You love the dolphins, don’t you? Did you realize that the whale is the only mammal on the planet protected by treaties signed by almost all of the countries of Earth, even the countries without an ocean? What a coincidence! There is an intuitive level of all humanity, no matter what their system of government, no matter where they are, which knows that you can’t eliminate whales or you’ll change the life-force balance of Earth. They hold the records. It is the cycle. The whales are in Gaia; they’re under the water. They’re mammals like you. They contain the information. The Akashic cycle is complete. The very water of the earth also glows with everything you’ve done, who you are and who you might be. Do you see the profundity of the system? Look at what it is about: It’s about you. All of it. Why would the earth be designed so intelligently to keep track of you, to honor you, to know who you are and the spiritual name you have? Why would that be unless you were important, unless you were part of the master plan, unless you had something to do with the Universe’s future. Think about it. That’s the system. I won’t be the only one to channel this information to you. There are others who’ve never heard these words, who will tell you the same thing. If you get a chance, you might even ask Gaia, and she’ll tell you the same thing. Gaia exists for the sacred Human Beings who are on this planet in lesson. I give you this in love today. I want you to think about something. Everywhere you walk, you’re known by the earth. What a system! Why do I give this to you today? It’s so that you continue to feel loved and cared for. It’s so you know there’s a hand-holding going on between Spirit and you and Gaia, if you want it. There are so many things here for you if you want them. Old soul, you sit here for a purpose. Maybe you needed to hear this today. Important you are, precious you are, and a master you are. Now go claim it. Live a long time. Be joyful in the process. Don’t make up your mind what’s supposed to happen. The worst thing you can do is predispose what God has for you based upon what you think is happening now. Instead, relax, be joyful in all things, and fall in love with yourself. Leave this place differently than you came. I am Kryon, lover of humanity – for a good reason. And so it is. KRYON * [www.kryon.com/k_channel10_berkeleysprings_.html]