24 hours…time needed to finish my spiritual pilgrimage in
Jerusalem. I knew the road will take me
there, and I wasn't too happy about it. I have/had a big issue with Jerusalem.
25 years ago I spent 2 very stressful years there, working for the King David
hotel. In my experience, Jerusalem's energy is very strong and aggressive. 3 major masculine
religions are fighting over this rock for 3000 years,(after
methodically erasing any sign of Goddess/earth religions….). I always get the feeling of walls, stone and marble, walls
within me, walls around me. Small wonder that I didn't bother to visit there
for years.
I wanted to visit St. George
Monastery and the Garden Tomb (where Jesus was buried and resurrected), both
places are magical, with spiritual, peaceful gardens. Back in February I
happened to read Peter Caddy's biography
(founder of Findhorn) and discovered to my amazement that I am following his
spiritual Pilgrimage (his words), all the way to Iona, Glastonbury and the
garden Tomb in Jerusalem. What better sign for someone who lives in Findhorn?
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| Dormition Abbey |
Correspondence with friends in Israel and the Israeli News sites put an
end to this romantic fantasy. This
particular
area of Jerusalem is in the Palestinian part of the city and is flooded
with terror. Back in February it was a real war zone with people
being shot and stabbed daily. I trust the universe but I am not
suicidal…went
to the Findhorn River, called Universe 911 and asked for guidance. The
answer
came immediately, the journey is through the feminine frequency, and the
portal
is through a Christian place but not the ones that I mentioned. The
image of
the Dormition Abbey, dedicated to Maria,
emerged. It is on Mt. Zion, in the Jewish side of the city. I had my lead.
My days in Glastonbury brought a deep connection to Goddess energy and a
determination to find that same energy in Jerusalem. I need to penetrate through
the dominant wave of strong aggressive energy. Jerusalem can be highly
spiritual, violent, fanatic, deep, and never boring. I never felt any softness
or feminine energy there although I am aware that others might have a different
experience.
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| The Crypt |
First
stop, The Dormition Abbey, the site where Maria died, "fell asleep", a
4th century church.The upper part is imposing and very masculine. The
Crypt, the
basement level, is pure feminine energy, with a statue of the sleeping
Maria
and paintings of 6 strong Old Testament women. I find a hidden corner,
wait
till the tourists leave and go into a Shamanic journey into the
mountain. The
stones and marble are disintegrating, the church, the room of the Last
Supper,
the Tomb of King David, are disappearing. The mountain is shaking and
stretching, and I am dropping thousands of years back into a procession
of
priestesses, on a full moon night. In the distance I
can hear a group of pilgrims praying and chanting with their Pastor, a
voice
from the upper church, from the 21th century. At first I am deeply
annoyed but
then manage to combine these beautiful voices with my image of the
Goddess' priestesses,
and create a powerful frequency of love and compassion. When I finally
return,
I am completely disoriented.
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| Holy Sepulchre |
I drift through Zion gate, into the old city of Jerusalem. The old city is full of life and tourists. I find
myself in the Christian quarter , in the church of the Holy Sepulchre , the holiest
of all, the place of crucifixion. Here too I go to the lowest crypt, deep into
a journey, same images, a different group of tourists praying and singing with
their Pastor while I join the Goddess priestesses' procession, thousands of
years ago. I lose track of time, past and present, the imposing building is
disintegrating, the mountain is shaking all traces of dominion and is coming alive.
Chaos in my body and huge release of blocked energy, I feel like crying.
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| women side Wailing wall |
After two powerful journeys I desperately
need a plate of Humus. The best Humus is in the Moslem Quarter and at this
point I don't care about safety, I am determined to get my Humus. A walk
through the Via Dolorosa and the warm friendly sellers and waiters remind me again
that we are the same, we just want to be happy, healthy and make a living.
Last stop is in the Wailing Wall, the holiest
place for Jews. Here the journey is more difficult, maybe because it is an open
noisy space, unlike the dark quiet corners in the churches, maybe because I am
tired. I repeat a short version of the Shamanic journey, and slowly walk back
to my guesthouse.
The evening is beautiful but my body is
shattered and I feel strong pain in my
pelvis. I am guided into another meditation, this time to ground and balance the
different parts of my Pilgrimage - Iona, Avalon, Jerusalem - in my body. I can now
acknowledge the powerful healing that is still working in me. I made peace
with my country, I made peace with this city, I released anger and aggression
within me and connected to an ancient frequency that was buried under 3000
years of violence. It's a start. Next week I am coming again, to do some work
with Marko Pogacnik. Marko, a well known artist and a dear man who works with
the energy of the earth, comes a lot to Israel but so far refused to work in Jerusalem.
Now, he decided, it's time, in accordance with my own guidance, what are the odds?
Marko believes that the only way to achieve
peace is to shake and transform the energetic patterns that are dominant here. I
didn't plan it but this is exactly what I tried to do during my own little Journey.
Can't wait to experiment with a large group of people……
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