Fructifying our Talents

How can we fructify our talents, dear Ones?

and put them to good use for the sake of making this world of ours a better and brighter place?

The message I received this morning, through the Gospel of Matthew 25:14-30, the Parable of Talents, in the church of Saint Germain les Corbeil, France, was incredibly similar to the one I received 14 months ago in the same church and via the same Gospel.

How can it be that Destiny, or the Divine, if you will, brings us twice to the same locale where are meant to receive a message that transcends time and space—knowing that I found myself here today because of a death in our family two hundred miles away?

The message I heard 14 months ago was about our Light; shining it forth and high. Here is an excerpt of Matthew 5: 13-16:

13 “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.

14 “You are the Light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.

15 Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.

16 In the same way, let your Light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.

The message that fell upon my ears this morning concerns our talents—or our Light, if you will—and the necessity to put them to good use, so that they can fructify, they can bring fruits, and nourish others.

The irony of this “nourishment metaphor” is that I came to church this morning with two boxes of cereals in my backpack; two boxes that I had bought for my brother at the local supermarket.

Once we reflect on the circumstances that propel us toward the place where we are meant to receive, we cannot but be blown away by the ‘limpidity’ of Source and the ‘generosity’ of Spirit.

We are One, dear Ones, in Unity Consciousness, and sharing our talents, as well as shining our Light, is our main reason for being.

Looking forward to being All of us together again on Thursday.

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Be the Light and People will find the Way

I found myself today attending the funeral of a distant cousin in the city of Nancy, eastern France. The decline of our 88-years old cousin’s health was rapid after she suffered a heart attack early October and it precipitated yet another trip to France this year—one that feels more mystical, more mystery-filled, than ever.

In the service at the cathedral of Nancy this morning, the ‘final farewell’ song caught my attention: Dieu est Amour, Dieu est Lumière, Dieu notre Père—God is Love, God is Light, God our Father.

Not only because of the misogynist nature of the French Catholic tenet (where is God the Mother? one may ask) but because the message of Love has been pounded on me continuously in the less than 72 hours that I have been back on French soil. Indirectly reflected in my brother’s attitude toward money, in my subsequent desire to re-commit to loving those who do not feel the warmth of love within, to another beautiful communion this evening where the magnificent decree of the church of AMOR rang true and loud. This cannot be the simplest coincidence of All that Is.

My brother’s behavior clearly reflected a lack of Love, on the emotional level, and a seeking for balance on the material. Will a saving of 4 euros and 20 cents on our daily parking fee yesterday compensate for the Love he did not receive at home? Will the money he has in his bank account—which, paradoxically, increased significantly this year due to our mother’s transition—prevent him for feeling and acting empty within? The message was astoundingly clear to me and I heard it more than once. Which prompted me to emulate the title of this post: Be the Light, shine our Light, and the people will—hopefully—find the Way.

Besides the importance of ‘nurturing Love’ for our own sake and that of Others, I have been sensing a closing of some sort; a message that I ought to share openly even if its resonance feels very personal.

Due to my cancelling the return portion of a frequent flyer ticket last December, I traveled to Europe twice with the same ticket, one year apart, which means two outbound flights. Where is the return? Does that mean there is no going back to the ‘old world’ and only a one-way journey to the grand and beautiful New?

Similarly, in terms of closing a cycle and ushering into the New, four people of the same generation decided in our family to exit their bodies in less than a year. Between November 23rd, 2016 and November 12th, 2017. It feels they have been called back Home for a purpose and that they were not willing to witness the fall of the curtain.

What will the New Year bring?

But new heights, and new vistas.

How will we then prepare ourselves,

Dear Ones,

In the forty-five days ahead of us?

It is an important question,

One that the same title

May very well answer.

Be the Light

The People will find the Way.

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For the Sake of Love & Learning

For the Sake of Love & Learning

Or shall it read, dear Ones, for the Sake of the Love of Learning?

What this title refers to is what I call intentional / intuitional learning, the one we use when we put out our antennae, tune in, and listen. We then open ourselves up to what may come, to what may want to manifest.

By listening, I mean listening to what resonates within; what resonates within our Hearts or possibly within our pineal gland.

Here is a recent example of my “intuitional learning,” my “intentional receiving,” knowing there is more to come, now that my antennae are “out.”

This past weekend, I attended a workshop in Nashville presented by a white American gnostic male—this is the way William Henry painted himself to us on the second day.

Here is a link to the post which led me to the workshop, which was entitled, The Magi of the Golden Sun: The Shining Ones and the Way of Light.

This workshop was indirectly mentioned to me (via the above-mentioned weblink) early July by a friend of mine. I followed my Higher Self guidance (and the link to the workshop link) and signed up for it, not knowing what would happen by the beginning of November.

In that same email, my friend had mentioned a ‘mysterious’ medieval painting whose name reads The Wilton Diptych. I didn’t know what these two words meant and didn’t pay much attention to the information. I didn’t even bother to watch the Wilton Diptych video link my friend sent me. It is now clear to me that I wasn’t ready for the exploration.

In the course of the ensuing four months, I remember having a lengthy virtual discussion with two other friends about The Wilton Diptych and the Blue Avians. Yet nothing that would crack my inner-Earth; nothing that would wake me up.

That being said, something woke me up that past Saturday afternoon when William Henry mentioned Garab Dorje, a “miracle child who brought the Great Perfection or Rainbow Teaching from the Celestial Realms.” It is not utterly important to know who Garab Dorje—a Tibetan being who is said to have lived between 184 BCE and 57 BCE—is. What mattered (to me) is that something woke me up, whatever that something was.

That same evening, after learning about Garab Dorje from another friend, that ‘something that had woken up’ prompted me to do research about the very Wilton-Diptych-reason I attended this workshop.

The first thing I did was to watch the video link my friend had sent me early July. This is when the “cerebral light” went on, as I learned what a diptych is, and that Wilton is the name of the family who owned the painting until it was transferred to the National Gallery of London.

All along, in my “cerebral obscurity,” I had thought that Wilton was a first name and that Diptych was a family name. “Why not?” my logical mind says, and why would a common name (diptych) be written with a capital D?

And then comes the mystical part of the learning, the intuitional one, and the fact that my waking up led me to send the video link to William Henry, not knowing if he had watched it or not, and him presenting the Wilton Diptych on Sunday—and not on Saturday…Why, my antennae would say? Why this ‘unconceivable timing’?

From ignoring a friendly video link early July, to waking up to some piece of apparently-important information on Saturday evening, to William presenting that very same information on the next day. That is way too “accidental” to be a coincidence.

And so my antennae got buzzing with questions, wide open as they became. In the Wilton Diptych, there is apparently a mystical transmission—or is it a mystical request in the first place—going on between baby Yeshua and kneeling Richard II, King of England.

Richard II, on the left side of the two-sided panel painting, is surrounded by Saint Edmund, holding an arrow, Saint Edward the Confessor, holding a ring, and Saint John the Baptist, holding a baby lamb. He is facing Mother Mary, who is holding baby Yeshua, and they are both surrounded by a large community of blue women angels, who all wear the emblem of Richard II—the White Stag—on their robes, right below their left shoulders.

Richard II, who was born in Bordeaux—we share the same homeland—in 1367 apparently commissioned the painting which was executed between the years 1395 and 1399. Which means 3 to 4 years before his death in 1400. Why would a king do that, knowing he would enjoy the painting’s presence for such little time?

Did he understand he would be transitioning soon, and did he consciously know the painting —and more specifically the energy of it—would help him transition? Or perhaps ascend?

William asserted that the transmission (or the request) at play is that of the Rainbow Body, or the Beaming Garment, in William’s own words. A friend of mine mentioned codes being sent, by baby Yeshua to Richard II.

My antennae are not dismissive of these two possibilities but my little finger (as we say in French, mon petit doigt, referring to our intuition) says there may be more to this; there may be something else at play here. And that is the reason why I came into “full spiritual contact” with this painting, at the very time when I was finally ready for it.

My antennae are wide open; open for any inner-learning that may want to manifest.

Let’s “manifest” more learning this coming Thursday and discover, or confirm, why it is that we are letting our antennae out.

With much gratitude, dear Ones, for the life we live in, and for the times we are in together.

Photos of the Wilton Diptych, courtesy of William Henry

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The beauty of Nature and the nature of Beauty

Good morning, evening, dear Ones.

Here is the recording our of communion, as enjoyable as it is every week!

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Song of the Builders — Mary Oliver

Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(Why I Wake Early)



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Remembrance – Rainer Maria Rilke

And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.

In the dusk you notice the book shelves
with their volumes in gold and in brown;
and you think of far lands you journeyed,
of pictures and of shimmering gowns
worn by women you conquered and lost.

And it comes to you all of a sudden:
That was it! And you arise, for you are
aware of a year in your distant past
with its fears and events and prayers.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

(The Book of Images, trans. by Albert Ernest Flemming)

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A sense of completions

A sense of completions, and an opening to further development
July 31, 2017

About a month ago, I returned from a three-week trip to Europe. For the past three years, I have been taking an annual journey to southern France in order to reconnect to my roots—at least some of them, which are calling me vividly. This year was no exception, and yet I added an English piece to the European menu, visiting the city of Lancaster in northern England for two days. This is a place that has been calling me for some time and whose name showed up in a dream in January of 2015. I was on my way to India in the dream and somehow did a layover in Lancaster.

Why Lancaster out of so many ‘layover possibilities’? What was the dream telling me?

All in all, this European adventure has been an eventful ‘opportunity’ to grow, especially in France where Valeria and I hosted a retreat at a delightful place called Les Labadous. An eight-day retreat entitled Walking the Sacredness of our Lives, A Call for Reconciliation—Inner and Outer, which was a combination of some on-site ‘work’ and visits to sacred and inspiring sites or monuments in the province of Occitania; or even further away in the region of Provence, with two Mary Magdalene footprint sites.

Summer residents above La Sainte Baume grotto, where Mary Magdalene is said to have lived

What bubbled up to the surface toward the end of this journey, on June 29th, was a genuine sense of completion; a feeling of completing a loop that had started 10 months earlier when Valeria, her family and I, happened to visit ‘by accident’ a beautiful church in the ancient town of Mirepoix. There we saw an unusual labyrinth, framed and posted on the wall. This was in August of 2016. Once I found myself in this peaceful building again, I understood right away that something was closing in, and that we were coming out of the circuitous path we had entered a few months prior. What stood in between was, besides a strong message to recreate community, an unconscious voyage that brought us back to where we had sown our first seeds.

The labyrinth in the church of Mirepoix, June 2017

The same labyrinth, August 2016


Journeying through the questions

This journey into both the physical, the geographical on one end and the unconscious, the etheric on the other was sprinkled with many questions that spiced up our adventure; or rather my adventure, to be honest.

One of the first questions that popped open as a friend and I traveled to Lancaster was “What does it mean to die on the cross?”

This question was synchronistic, knowing the primary goal of our trip to England was to visit an area of Lancaster called Golgotha Village; a place that was initially composed of 22 attached houses; a row of ten white houses remains, along with two larger houses on the north end, and further away, an old cemetery which is said to be a Quaker cemetery—a locale that had been calling me, and that still calls me, for whatever spiritual reason.

I believe I visited that area in the year 84 CE as Caleb, son of Lazarus, coming all the way from Cyprus, in search of some revelations, and trying to establish connections with like-minded gnosis-oriented brothers and sisters. A pilgrimage of some sort. Golgotha Village was a mystical place that apparently didn’t deliver what I was searching for; yet it left a strong imprint in my psyche, to the point I was drawn to visit it again twenty centuries later.

During the first day we spent there, enjoying the beautiful setting of the Toll House Inn near the main canal, I saw a moored barge named “Second Chance.” Perhaps it was a chance for me to accomplish what I meant to do long ago; perhaps it was not? The mystery remains whole, yet the sign, the divine wink on the water, is incredibly titillating, knowing our eyes usually catch a glimpse of what we are meant to see.

So often we accomplish deeds whose consequences we are not aware of. Besides visiting the castle on the second day, the highlight of our stay was a clearing in a large park (Williamson Park) overseeing the town and the Morecambe Bay. In this park, there is a memorial dedicated to the second wife of Lord Ashton, and slightly to the east, a round building called the Temple Shelter. This is the area we chose to conduct a clearing of the old and dark energies. A lot of ‘dark incidents’ happened in Lancaster over the centuries, between fifteen Catholic martyrs being executed, witches being burned in the year 1612, after spending some time in a dungeon of the castle, Roman invasion, looting and destruction toward the end of the first century, the “Black Death” of 1349; the list goes on and on.

The Ashton Memorial in Williamson Park

The energy that ‘greeted us’ as we completed this clearing was a bird’s energy: that of the magpies. Here is what I wrote a friend about them on the day we did the clearing:

“Toward the end of the clearing, we were greeted by a magpie—there are plenty in the park—and here are a few things about them. I find it so interesting, mystical, especially because of the “reconciliation piece” we are going to practice during our retreat in the south of France. The magpies know about it; it is obvious to me.”

  • Magpie is an animal that comes into our lives to tell us that it’s okay to have irrational fears. Magpies help us confront that which we irrationally fear, and does so in a gentle and compassionate manner.
  • Magpies, with their dualism of color and representation in culture as both a good and bad omen, represent duality and binary opposites. The specific focus on this duality tends to be on reconciliation of emotional or spiritual opposites. It is time to balance opposing emotions, like anger and compassion, or spiritual opposites, like the mysteries of life and death.
  • When magpies come into your life, chances are that there are a few wights (spirits) in your life as well. Magpies represent wight-attraction and might imply a time in your life when you might be more obsessed with faeries and goblins, or unicorns and dragons; far more than usual.

Now that I look back at what I wrote, I realize that yes, the energy of the magpies transported us during our retreat in the south of France, with some moments more peculiar and salty than others—as it always happens when a group of fellow human beings comes together.

What felt meaningful and complete about this journey to Lancaster was to bury a little energized crystal in the Quaker cemetery, which apparently became Quaker some three centuries after the Black Death of 1349 I mentioned above. It is part of Golgotha Village, possibly the most mystical area, and this is where I wanted to leave a piece of Light for whomever may find it during her or his search. May it enliven and purify the area and the town of Lancaster for the years and millennia to come!

Entrance to the Quaker cemetery, Golgotha Village

Depth questioning in the south of France

It is very challenging to sum up what happened during this eight-day retreat where seven people came together to weave and reweave relationships, both consciously and unconsciously. There was definitely a link between us before we met, and yet so much more was unearthed and reawaken during our time together. Knowing many of us, if not all, connected at some point with this area in the south of France that has witnessed so much horror, bloodshed, and destruction.

We didn’t purposely come to clear the energy of the land, and yet we may have helped in the process. Besides a small fire ceremony in the fortified castle of Montségur on June 21st, the day of the summer solstice, we didn’t engage in any special outdoor rituals. This was, I believe, more of a personal journey, a pilgrimage if you wish, for each of us where the purpose was to see and remember; and change whatever needed to be changed in our lives. This is, obviously, my personal reflection, more than one month after the experience.

The pic of Bugarach

Questions were still very much part of the journey. During the first few hours we spent together in circle, I shared one such question that was burning my lips and my mind:

“What am I supposed to do with my life?”

This was a very concrete question, one that called for a plan of action, or some visible steps at the very least. I knew this was an ego-driven surface question, yet a necessary one in the process of diving into deeper spiritual waters. And my ego wasn’t happy with one participant’s response: “Just be!” I needed more concrete pebbles on the path, a sense of direction and a balance, as I mentioned to the group, between doing and being.

I carried this question with me as we embarked on an early climb to reach the top of the castle of Montségur. We were able to witness a special light phenomenon that occurs during the summer solstice when the sunlight shines through one of the arrow slits on the south side and reverberates on the opposite wall. The sun then goes up and illuminates another, higher piece of the remaining wall in the apartment section of the castle. It was a beautiful moment that we all enjoyed, yet no inner spiritual illumination took place and I went down the mountain with my question unanswered; even unspoiled.

A moment of Illumination in Montségur

The group had expressed a desire to visit a sacred site on the next day, one that I had not contemplated: Rocamadour, in the land of Quercy. It is an unusual, high-perched village where Amadour, after traveling from Palestine to France in the first century CE, built a chapel dedicated to the Blessed Virgin. This chapel is no longer in existence and has been replaced in the 15th century by a Notre Dame church that hosts a Black Madonna, reputed to have been carved by Amadour himself.

The village of Rocamadour

As a group, we visited the church Notre Dame, as well as the adjacent chapel, and then everyone went their own way, seeing more buildings or walking through the shopping area of the village.

I needed time by myself and stayed around. The first thing I did was to go back to the Notre Dame church and talk—read complain—to the lady of Rocamadour, the Black Madonna. As I spoke to her, I expressed my frustration at not having a clear sense of direction in my life. This is when my question started to shift. It suddenly morphed into,

“What am I here to realize?”

I thought the word “here” was important, being in a special sacred locale. Yet, about half an hour later, another shift occurred. I climbed further up, followed the fourteen meandering stations of the cross up the village, and came to an open area facing the castle. I took some pictures and started sharing my progress virtually with my friend Altair. The question I then shared with him was,

“What am I to realize?”

I finished my solo tour, quenched my first with an Orangina at a café, and went back to the village to join the rest of the group. We enjoyed one last drink together before boarding the little train that would bring us back to our cars. And started driving back to Les Labadous, about 3.5 hours away.

This is when the bells started ringing. I was driving and the person sitting next to me started making requests that would change the remainder of our itinerary, visiting sites in Provence the following week. The first request seemed a bit unreasonable to me, forcing us to leave early that Monday morning to accommodate one person’s needs; yet a second request came, of the same nature; and then a third one, more personal. All these requests in the course of forty-five minutes.

This is when the message came through, crystal clear, allowing me to realize that my “lack of assertiveness” was ringing as loud as it could—people making requests, and my not saying anything. Not only during this trip, but also as a remnant of my childhood, something I needed to address in full awareness.

This is what the energy of the lady of Rocamadour facilitated and what she wanted me to realize; something I needed to change for the better, along with a few other things (guilt and fear of being scolded) that got thrown into the karmic cocktail of my life.

The lady of Rocamadour

We have a saying in French that goes as “la nuit porte conseil” (the night brings advice). Upon praying in the center of the labyrinth that evening, reflecting some more in the early hours of the next day, and writing in my journal, I came to the conclusion that the ‘real’ question was indeed,

“What am I here to change?”

A question I couldn’t see with my own eyes during the first few days of the retreat. This was a first, significant opening—a lifting of a thick veil, if you will.

More signs along the way

I mentioned one of the signs I received in Lancaster when I saw the “Second Chance” barge. Prior to leaving for England, there was another one, too large and too beautiful to ignore. I was at Starbucks that Sunday afternoon with my family, enjoying a small bite and a cup of hot chocolate. Next to us was a big guy working on his tablet. He was wearing a brown t-shirt; a wordless t-shirt. In the center, upper part of the t-shirt, three orange crosses; the one in the middle more prominent than the other two. A not-so-innocent sign as I was preparing myself to travel to Golgotha Village the next day.

I understand that I didn’t yet answer the question that popped out early, “what does it mean to die on the cross?” To this, I would say three things: first, some questions are more personal than others and the response may take some time to trickle down; second, the logistical and material challenges we experienced during our retreat were in many ways a personal way of dying on the cross; and, finally, who knows for certain the identity of those who died on the cross that very day, and those who didn’t?

La Voie Sainte, the Sacred Way, leading back to the village of Rocamadour

The other signs that I experienced were a series of double numbers, double 15, double 17, double 19, and double 22. Why these four numbers only, always doubled?

15:15 showed up four days in a row, once a day, during the first few days; then, on Saturday, June 24th, as we traveled to the village of Peyrepetuse to see the fountain of Love, 17:17 and then 19:19; and then a few days later, as we roamed the land where Mary Magdalene lived, 22:22.

This led me to search for the meaning of 15:15, knowing the number 1 relates to new beginnings, striving forward and taking advantage of new opportunities, activity AND assertiveness. Number 5 resonates with the attributes of making life choices and important changes, adaptability and versatility. That was enough to convince me that something was at work.

As to the double 17 and double 19, these were signs about what we were going to discover the next day. Two English gentlemen, Peter Blake and Paul Blezard, wrote a book in 2000 entitled The Arcadian Cipher, the Quest to Crack the Code of Christianity’s Greatest Secret. It is a book that went under the radar and that very few people apparently took note of. In it, they provide ample historical research and details about the location of two tombs in the south of France, near the village of Arques, right by the Col du Paradis (the mountain pass of Paradise). The tombs of Yeshua Ben Joseph and Mary Magdalene; tombs that have been ransacked by the armies of Dagobert I, a French Merovingian King, in the seventh century. And soon after emptied by monks of the abbey of Saint Denis, north of Paris.

It was one of my main purposes to see these tombs and so, early morning on the 25th of June three of us embarked on an expedition to the Col du Paradis. We parked our car at a location called l’Estagnol and continued on foot for about two kilometers. At some point, the larger dirt road veered to the left and it was necessary to go up a hill to the right, on a much smaller, yet clearly delineated, trail. And a few meters down, as Peter Blake describes (he’s been there on his own, at least twice), a large erected stone that signals an escarpment; and about ten meters down the escarpment, the entrance to the first conduit that perfectly matches Peter’s account. And then a second, smaller opening corresponding to the second tomb. It was truly a moment of completion, of seeing for ourselves what might have been—and most likely remains—a very sacred place.

On the way back to the car, I noticed posted signs with numbers. First, going forward toward the tombs, I noticed a first 17, in green letters; then a second 17; then a first 19, and then, right across from the erected stone that signals the sacred location, a second 19.

Guided by the Divine, were we? And yet I couldn’t figure the day before that these two double numbers would be the clues leading to the result of our inquiry. So seldom do we realize what is leading us, yet the Divine, in its own ways, knows how to communicate—quite subtly at times.

Other signs that showed up five days later on the way home were in the form of advertisements by a Dutch bank at the Amsterdam airport:

“New beginnings, here we come”

“New me, here I come”

Before a final 15:15 during the flight home as the passenger in front of me went to the restrooms and paused the movie he was watching. Too mystical to be true, till the very end of the journey.

Opening to further development

To conclude this story of our journey into inner lands and landscapes, I would like to share a bit of what happened since I came back home. It usually doesn’t take me 30 days to write an account of what I experienced and yet, this time, life’s speed increased to the point I had to postpone a few things. Till today, that is.

What I want to talk about is the practice of SURRENDER. Our journey at Les Labadous was built around and upon the metaphor of the labyrinth—the one we were walking unbeknownst to us, and also the one that does exist in so many sacred places. I am talking here about the 11-circuit Chartres type of labyrinth. Please take a moment to locate one and walk it for yourself if you’ve never had the opportunity to do so.

The center of the labyrinth is composed of six petals, which are considered from left to right, as we enter this center. What I didn’t know until I read a book by Kathleen McGowan (The Book of Love) is that the center of the labyrinth is related to the Pater Noster prayer and that each of these six petals, as explained below in the document Praying in the Center of Labyrinth, correlates with one section of the prayer. Each day during the retreat, we read the Pater Noster together, and listened to a prayer dedicated to Mary Magdalene. The day after we visited Rocamadour, we also considered the different petals, and the importance they carried in our lives, praying in those where our attention was most needed.

These petals are associated with the following six attributes, again from left to right, in the center of the labyrinth:


The two petals that felt close to my heart were FORGIVENESS and SURRENDER. I practiced those generously and spent a fair amount of time into SURRENDER after I came back home to fully understand what it means to surrender to Divine will. From the Pater Noster, second petal:

Your kingdom comes to us through obedience to your will.

Thy will be done.

It is remarkable how this practice of Surrender brought a fresh perspective in my life, surrendering to ‘things’ that used to provoke irritation and sometimes anger in me. Examples are numerous and change is very noticeable, palpable, down to the swimming pool where our son takes his group swimming lessons four times a week. What I wanted to share further is what I understand by surrender.

At the end of World War II, Germany and Japan surrendered. They ceased to fight. In many ways, they had no other choice because their back was against the wall. This is my feeling about my surrender; I needed to “cease fighting”; more specifically those ‘things’ that I had been fighting with my ego mind, therefore creating more space within me, so that peace and light can find a haven and be sent out to the world around me.

This has been a deep realization as I now start to fully understand the ripple effects of the transformation that I went through in the south of France, and that I set forth in Golgotha Village; I can proudly declare that yes, “a something did die on the cross.” A veil, an inner shroud, a plain something that prevented me from seeing.

Love & so much Light, dear Ones!


Praying in the Center of the Labyrinth

From The Book of Love


Pray in the manner in which I have instructed you, using the rose as the model for the Holy Spirit

And working from the left to the right always, embrace the first petal of the holy rose, which is to say the petal of FAITH, and pray,

To Our Father Who is Benevolent and Reigns in Heaven,

Your names are hallowed and sacred.

Contemplate here your faith in the Lord your God and the grace of the Holy Spirit, while giving gratitude for the presence of both in your life and on earth.

Embrace the second petal, which is to say the petal of SURRENDER, and pray,

Your kingdom comes to us through obedience to your will.

Thy will be done.

Listen to the voice of your Father that you hear his will and carry it out without fear or fail. Stay in this petal for as long as it takes you to submerge yourself and find the blessed release of surrender to his will rather than your own.

Embrace the third petal, which is to say the petal of SERVICE, and pray,

On earth as it is in heaven.

Here you will reaffirm your promise, to God and to yourself, if you are fully anthropos [fully realized being] and have remembered it. If you have not yet reached the state of realization, you will confirm your commitment to create heaven on earth by acting in accordance with the Way of Love, by loving the Lord thy God above all else, and by loving your brothers and sisters on earth as yourself, for they are part of yourself. You will pray then for enlightenment that through gnosis you will remember the nature of your own eternal promise.

Embrace now the fourth petal, which is to say the petal of ABUNDANCE, and pray,

Give us this day our daily bread, the manna.

Give thanks to the Lord for all he has provided you and know that when you live in harmony with his will, and honor your promise to his service, you will know the bounty of abundance and never have a day of want. There is nothing that you need or desire that will not be provided you when you live in the flow of God’s grace, and you have aligned yourself with God’s will.

Embrace the fifth petal, which is to say the petal of FORGIVENESS, and pray,

And forgive us for our errors and debts

As we forgive ourselves and all others.

Here you must list those who have harmed you, who have given ill witness against you, or who have otherwise caused you pain. And you must forgive them, while praying that they will one day be fully anthropos and realize their own connection to God and remember their own promise. You must ask that anyone you have offended forgive you in the same way and, most of all, you must forgive yourself for all the actions and thoughts that have brought shame upon you in your human weaknesses. For while all forgiveness is the balm of our compassionate Mother, self-forgiveness is needed most of all.

Embrace the sixth petal, which is to say the petal of STRENGTH, and pray,

Keep me on the path of righteousness and

Deliver me from the temptation of evil.

For temptation is that which keeps us from becoming fully realized beings. It prevents us from keeping our promise to God and to ourselves and to each other, and is found through the temptation of avarice, hubris, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony and envy most of all. Contemplate these sins and pray for your release from any that tempt you from the path of the anthropos.

Pray in this manner that I have given you and teach your brothers and sisters in spirit to do the same. It is through living this prayer that men and women will create heaven on earth. It is through this prayer that they will live as love expressed.

Love Conquers All.

For those with ears to hear, let them hear it.

The Prayer of the Six-Petaled Rose, from the Book of Love, as preserved in the Libro Rosso


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