If you go to Google Earth and type in her address it will take you on a zoom ride into her backyard garden. There you can even see the green/blue umbrella; that’s because the area is of pivotal importance, as it is located just at the outskirt of the Big Apple, and at a short distance to one of the major airports in the world. This is really of no relevance other than to give you an anchor in time and space. It was right there in that garden that she entered the universe on an ordinary day that brought her magical, extraordinary moments and insights. Her eyes made a quantum leap and zoomed into microscopic vision mode, and there she was, witness to the fly standing in the center of wild growing chicory, holding on firmly to the greenish, yellow semen stem and gnawing on the rich deeper yellow nectar buds. From all her work with energy systems she knew that chicory represents unconditional love in the collection of Bach Flower Essences. An ordinary moment had suddenly become extraordinary through her perception and the attention she gave to it. The common light blue chicory, seen as a weed by most, had become home of an intimate meeting with a fly, she felt the love deep inside of her for this tiny, yet concrete creature, as she actually made contact with its little eyeballs. It was a sacred encounter of which she couldn’t talk to anyone, as she was aware that it would have surely provoked ridicule. In quantum theory it has since become talk of the time, that the witness plays a crucial role in that what is or is not, what unfolds or does not. Originally she had lived in a ‘heritage of humanity’ place, where deep from the mountains come sagas of gnomes and other magical beings. A place of deeply rooted rituals that most would follow and few understood. Fear and quilt where predominant teachers. Conditioning that has set very deep into her cells and that would take much shedding for decades in her adult life. She had a mother who believed in stories and she would read to her, Anderson, Brothers Grimm and ‘One Thousand and One Night’. Those stories had held the key, which opened the door for her to enter the imaginary, magical world of emeralds, fairies on swings and bright light, where one could climb on sunbeams and cross lotus covered lakes on swans.
Hopefully more people can learn from this post what I have. A great contribution to the world at large.
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