Hi Open,

Absolutely agree about the glorious morning as I went out early into the grounds and chose a rocky edifice to meditate and connect with the lands. The bird calls are sensational and evoke deep primal memories within. Caught sight of the sun coming up over the glamping field as I returned to the main site.

I’d had an amazing journey between leaving home and arriving at Swami’s. When I was on the train there was a perfect message from the Universe that we are indeed at the inflexion point of the shift. These synchronous separate advertisements seen through the train window at Reading station gave a perfect summary of the invitation to humanity now:

Then I had a couple of days freewheeling through Sydney and having memories of my previous visit over 40 years ago. I enjoyed the personal nostalgia and also memories of my father as I walked over Sydney Harbour Bridge in the sunrise but also wondered would there be any older connections made?

I recalled how people I worked with had Nick-named me “gone walkabout” and how I’d spontaneously painted a large cork noticeboard with dot patterns 30 years ago, was there some aboriginal essence that nearly emerged then, only to be forgotten? Would I find it now?

Later I connected with Michele who flew in from Minnesota and we felt to follow the river as a sacred homage to the local aborigine nations and see what we might pick up. We went our separate ways into the bush and I connected with a big dragon rock while Michelle could hear the sounds of me playing my flute drift towards her down the river. She felt a big resurgence in a dragon lay line and the birds went wild; flying in energetic bursts and calling loudly in response to my greeting and the upsurge and opening of the energies.

I felt we were welcome and a connection had been made with the elders of the land, but had I been incarnated here before? I don’t tend to get memories of past lives but I get reflections in the 3D that inform my enquiries.

Our last couple of hours in Sydney we went down to the Rocks and Circular Quay where I met an elder from the northern areas playing and singing his traditional songs to passing tourists. I wanted to put an offering in his box but had no physical money and when I expressed my dismay and wish to give him something he said all he needed was water. As I gave him my bottle of water he said I made his day and it truly made mine as I felt a much deeper significance to this gesture of passing on some sacred life force.

I realised I never asked his name, so went back to enquire. I received a totally unexpected reflection when he replied, “It’s Les short for Leslie” - as a child my closest family members called me “Les”, short for Lesley, my birth name.

I felt pretty speechless and overawed.

With love,

Tilly (my Soul name)