A MIRACLE

Before I begin, those of you who like to read Karen Bishop's "Whats Up On Planet Earth"
She just put in another entry on July 30th. And it's amazing. I donated to her work,too. If you haven't been to her website before, once you get to the home page, look on the left side and scroll down for 'latest alert'.

And these are such positive alerts. You will be so moved by what she says. I am so excited about August 11th. Originally I targeted to be at the Jewel in Spain by August 15th,and before reading Karen's latest entry, I was telling people today, that I would like to reach The Jewel a few days before. On Sunday, I called the people I know in the Gnostic community. First I called my friends Jose Antonio and Pilar who live in the community in Tenerife, Canary Islands, and they were working in their gardens. Then I called Juan Jo in Pelayo, Spain at the Gnostic property there and they are preparing for an agriculture course which goes from August 1st to August 15th.

For months, I have been feeling the longing to reach my hands into the roots of the plants in the soil, and I can almost taste it. I am so eager to learn how to build houses with the materials of the earth, also. And I'm sure I'll soon find classes on that also. It's so synchronistic that Karen Bishop will also be getting her hands into the mud on August 11th, to learn to make cob houses. Learning these skills will prove to benefit millions of people, once the ball gets rolling. The Jewel community will be a model community for many other communities to follow.

Here in beautiful Munich, I've got some markers of time, showing my movement from here. Gina will have friends coming to stay in her flat on Saturday, so Friday, August 4th is the departure date. Tomorrow is August 1st. And I will go with Klaus to see a van here in Munich. It's for sale at Euro 7,690. I really like the number.

Today I prayed to "show me signs that my campervan is on its way to me this week"
and I had two signs! Robin emailed that she saw a campervan on the road as she was driving. And Becky, my sister saw a campervan in craigs list for almost the same price tag, except in dollars. (they didn't know that I was praying about this.)

I am open to receiving the van in any way that the angels want me to have it, whether it be in the form of a gift or the property closes this week, or any other way. I've already asked for exactly what I want of the van. It is a van that has been treated with lots of loving attention and care. It drives easily and is in mint condition. And then I have more detailed things that I asked for.

Karen Bishop mentioned to be very clear about the reason why you want something:
And a campervan is a must, because I will go to different communities, to both learn from them about permaculture-different aspects of sustainable living, and to exchange my knowlege of Strategic Attraction Planning and to attract those who've been anticipating the opportunity of participating in The Jewel Project.

I MUST BE IN THE JEWEL, the area where the Jewel community is to be,(Pelayo,Spain) by August 11th, 2006! (read the significance of August 11th in whatsuponplanetearth.com

IF ANYONE KNOWS OF ANY WAY TO HELP MAKE THIS HAPPEN, EMAIL ME AT:
annie@awakeningadventures.biz or
anniesherwood@yahoo.comI can call you on Skype. Just let me know the best time to call you.

THE WHITE CAT VISITS AGAIN!

It's Saturday in Munich, a beautiful brisk, overcast morning, the air so fresh! As I sit here at the opened window at my laptop.

Our plans for yesterday changed to following our hearts desire moment to moment. In the afternoon, I was feeling agitated and restless. Anything I thought of doing wasn't appealing to me...going to Salzburg by train, just didn't appeal to me, nor did going anywhere else. All I could think of was...I wanted to be with people, like the Gnostics...I imagined them in the Jewel valley of Spain, spending their hours together in the gardens nurturing the plants, and sitting around the big table by candlelight, offering blessings and gratitude, as darkness enfolds them in the valley. Or I wanted to be with the people who dance paneurythmy,,,dancing in circles, expressing their full merging with mother nature, with being harmonious. I could feel the need just to turn within and be in gratitude.

Earlier in the day, Leon found the table tennis paddles and ball for us to play ping-pong in the park. And Robin said, "do you want to play ping-pong?" And I said, "Yes! as soon as I finish chanting!" Wow, it felt good to hear the mention of "ping-pong".

So at 5pm, I chanted the Guru Gita. It's my usual morning chant. It's an ancient Sanskrit textual chant and I chant with a recording. The best way to describe to you what this chant does for me is to describe this familiar scenario. Do you have a printer? After you put in a new ink cartridge, remember how you get instructions printed out on realigning your printer? And there's a page of rainbow colored bars that you put on the glass, so the printer has a fixed position for realignment?

So that's what the Guru Gita does for me. It's a song about the divine. It's a song about the balancing of our feminine and masculine. The 'guru' is the combined energies within us. That energy is the true love within us. This is my simple explanation. The Shree Guru Gita is a very sacred chant. It's chanted in a language which actually preceeds the languages of thought. These sacred syllables came through ancient practioners without even thinking. The sounds just 'dropped in'. And these combination of sound vibrations awaken the sound vibrations inside of us, so we literally become one. If you want the "Shree Guru Gita" CD, go to http://www.bookstore.siddhayoga.org, and select 'multimedia', then 'audio', then 'swadhaya'.
You will also want the book, 'The Nectar of Chanting', so you can follow the text.

So in the evening Robin and I jumped across to the Althener Platz park and played ping-pong. We were just batting around and suddenly I realized...I bet our game gets more fun if we actually keep score and so we did. Hmmm, in the past this is where I get upset over the scoring and Im losing, as with playing Scrabble with my Dad. Well, we played anyway and I turned into a 'Meg Ryan', goofy as ever! Before I'd serve I'd do this loose, goofy, Kung Fu movement before pulling my paddle into serving position.

Robin had her fun, too. She said something like, this is my chance to let out all the steam and let my frustration feelings rip. So we were the loudest people in the park. Three little boys, between ages 3-5, sat in a row on the neighboring table to watch us play. They were being our cheering squad. I would tell them the score in German and then ask them what was the next number.

We played five rounds! We're a good match for each other!

It was 8:30 in the evening and we were hungy and chose to walk to dinner somewhere, we didn't know where. I knew one place and as we passed we saw it was closed. So I had my back pocket solution...go find some teenagers/or young adults and ask them, and sure enough we asked two young women, dressed like young goddesses, waiting for the tram. And they guided us to an Italian restaurant.

This Italian restaurant was the most delightful place we could have dreamed of. A cozy outdoor garden filled with happy couples and families and dogs. Robin and I notice how happy all of the dogs are, whenever we see them in Munich. And the dogs get to go everywhere that the people go. And we notice that we see so many men and women with such gentle faces. And we know they are happy because summer is here and they can be outside in the sunshine and warmth...so many people tell us that.

One more walk before going inside,,,and we return to the park:Athener Platz. We are in total darkness walking the path that borders the playing field. I again come to my favorite tree and raise my arms to thank the divine for LIFE! And as we walk around, I begin exclaiming my thanks to Munich and all that she provides, and to Gina, her family and friends. And as I do that the Magic Kitty pops out of the darkness!
Again she jumps to us! and then lingers, for us to enjoy her. Robin picks her up and the magic kitty leans over to lick my face.

We play with her for a while and continue walking, noticing that she is jumping from bench to tree, ripping across the lawn, and then she is out of sight. We return to that same spot as we circle the park again, and she is not there in physical form.

She came to give the message, the acknowlegement. She got her job done and we say she went on to her next mission.

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THE CAMPERVAN MISSION

So I've been in the process of attracting a perfect campervan to take us to The Jewel in Spain.

Gina wanted to help me before she departed for Italy. She had just one afternoon last week. She woke up early to get on the internet to do searches. She went through some frustration and first thought ...there must not be many Volkswagon campervans for sale in Germany, 'none of my friends have ever bought one'. She wanted to help me before departing, and I encouraged her to relax about it, since I felt that the timing was not quite right for turning up a van at that moment. I said to Gina,"we might as well relax on this last afternoon together. This is not the day to hurry to find a van. Let's just explore what would really light us up!" And so we did. We ventured for a cappucino, then picked up Leon, her 9yr old delightful son, who was at the moment in a cranky phase. Then we boarded our bikes for the forest. Gina showed me the secrets to the forest trails and it was on that day, after Leon who wasn't in the mood for anything but being in protest, Gina and Leon sent me off to find the beer garden in the middle of the forest.

Gina left me with some great resources...Klaus and Lis, her in'laws and the web site:
www.autoscout24.de
A few days later, I took a train to Klaus and Lis's home outside of Ingolstadt, about an hour by train from Munich going north. I think I wrote about my visit with Klaus and Lis. They live in a tiny village, 1800 years old, on a little hillock. Klaus designed and constructed their home and also is the resident gardener, nature research scientist, website builder,former petroleum engineer, and overall ideal Rent-a-Husband, the type of man my sister,a single Mom, Becky so appreciates.
He also knows automobile engines and everything around it. Lis is a cheerful keeper of the home, takes Klaus's vegetables and produces the most delicious recipes. They joke that they often have to ask the other for help with remembering something and between the two of them, they manage to get enough information.

So Klaus taught me a few things about the practical side to purchasing a van. I am the visionary, so I envision a yellow van, with flowery curtains in pink,green and yellow. And freshly upholstered and yellow or white kitchen fixtures, and little elves already nestled in the van waiting for me. Now Klaus pointed out to me, that I would also want to watch out for corrosion. And I would want a diesel engine, and so many other important details. So now, everything I look at, gets passed by Klaus for deeper inspection.

Our next part of the journey will be joining Klaus to look at a few vans that closely meet our collective requirements.

And yesterday, Robin and I took a little journey of our own to see some vans in a used car lot, read here a little of what this journey was like:

On the 26th, we rose feeling very sore. I've been biking a lot, and my muscles are feeling it. And I wonder that my body was also ready to release other stuff , too.

For the new year, we read from the 13moon calendar and did an angel card reading...
one of the cards was 'holding steady, staying on course with the vision'.

And after chanting and stretching, we ventured in the heat, by stuffy subway to the other side of town to a used car lot. We created being delightful monkeys, after seeing a billboard of 3 monkeys picking the bugs off of each other.

so the used car lot was in a red light district. and the campervans were standing in the middle of 93F sun. The first thing Robin asked was, "do these have air conditioning?"
and they didn't and we thought , 'there is no way we will travel without air conditioning in the van." And the vans looked unkept,,rusty on the wheel bases and frame, and saggy seats. The owner was Italian and he did his best to show us everything as he sweated more than we were.

it was wierd kind of energy being in that part of town, where the buildings look like Soviet block housing and the trams were the oldest and slowest. this was a contrast on many levels.

I realized I wanted to buy from a private owner who takes really good care of the van before selling it.

One of the monkeys started to feel rebellious, thinking that the trip to Spain was not as romantic as she once thought. I could feel the other monkey shifting and I let her find the right time to come forth with her awareness.

We stopped in central, romantic Munich for a late lunch and shopping. I found some dead sea salts, hurray, and when we arrived home I took a hot salt bath on a hot day, and I felt so relaxed , I went to bed early while opera played loudly from the neighbors radio and drumming from another neighbor.

Today, my cards read, Triumphant , Pray, Healing

and most of the message in all of those cards was, pray,pray,pray.
and let the challenges seem like wispy clouds passing by.

So I did. After chanting, I prayed and prayed. And I asked for the Jewel Project and to be guided to all the people that will help with it , and I prayed to be open to the signs pointing the way, and I acknowleged myself for having taken all the steps to put me in this position to be in the next phase of the project, and I thanked the divine for all of their guidance and assistance and resources, and then I sent everyone I could think of...the Betas,my family, and everyone.....light.

THE MAGIC KITTY

I catching up to present. So let's go back to Tuesday, when Robin slept in,
and I worked on my quick books online of which I am just learning. I did everything I knew how to do, to open me to the possibility of being possibility around getting my quick books caught up. And nothing worked. It seemed that I was forcing something that was not to happen.

So I surmised that I would not enter in, any financial data into quick books before that start of my journey where I started new bank accounts. This is contrary to the advise of several bookeepers to back enter data starting in January. And I declare that this is perfect for me and so be it!

We went back to the river in the late afternoon, and this was the day I declared that I would have the first suntan in 20+ years! We were down by the river with people with clothes, half clothed, 1/4 clothed and no clothes at all, and it just didn't matter to anyone, including us. Robin noticed the feeling of respect and peacefulness amoungst all of the river lovers. And I realized that this was a contrast to the experience along Galveston beaches, where people can get really noisy and boisterous.

We started sighting white dogs and we also noticed that wherever there was a dog, the dog was very peaceful, with or without owner.

The water of the Isar is the temperature of melted ice in a beer stash. That's what came to me. But when the sun is so strong..90F or so, it's more convincing to self talk myself into the water, full body. The water of the Isar tumbles over the dams and runs down several channels, with islands parting the way, and tumbles over rocks and boulders,,,the water constantly getting renewed with the action of breaking up and reforming. I can see clear to the bottom. The water feels so good and it takes a while to let myself play in this new found playground. So the first day, my play just began.

After coming back to the flat for food, we again feel compelled to go out for a walk and this time we cross the street from Gina's flat to the Athener Platz, a very large square block park. We enter the park in total darkness, no one around and as we stroll down the path, I pause to reach my arms to the trees to give thanks, and a white cat jumps from the tree, to land just in front of us, and there she remains with us to receive all the adoration and stroking from two cat lovers.

Last night, in the middle of a sleeping house, a cat jumped into the living room where Robin sleeps to awaken Robin. Robin says today, that the cats "fell out of the sky", not realizing that I said that of Principe, when he "fell out of the sky" into the back of a pickup truck in San Miguel de Allende,Mexico, in the hot sun, two years ago.

So we are getting 'signs of land' of the Jewel Project. Principe IS the Jewel Project. He holds the promise of the Jewel Project. I told Robin that when one more cat jumps out of the sky, it will be time to meet with the campervan that will be our spaceship for the journey of the Jewel, as we make our way to southern Spain.
And there, Principe awaits! jumping to rooftops, watching with his laser vision,chasing with delight butterflies and dragonflies and other figity creatures, and never letting Manolo (the owner of the Gnostic property) out of his sight!

The white cat at Athener Platz lingered with us for quite awhile. He delighted in being stroked full body. I picked him up and he cuddled in my hands as he reached out with his paws to stroke Robin's face. After a long lingering we continued our walk and the white cat remained invisible for the rest of our walk.

RUDI,THE SAMBA PLAYER
ECSTATIC SAMBA PLAYERS


ROBIN ARRIVED! SHE JUMPED THE POND!

Maybe you've been wondering where have I been in the last few days, since there haven't been any new entries. On Monday, I met Robin who flew in from Houston, to join me on this journey.

Subways...sometimes I have an experience of the past in subways. It feels like gloom and other things. I had it, on the way to the airport. The central station where I switched trains...there are so many sublevels and I get dizzy with all the signs and figuring out...do I go this way or that...

I'm not interested in understanding what comes over me in these moments...I jumped out a station early, and rose to ground level, to walk and shake out all of the negative stuff...poured on some Joy oil, then descended at the next station, jumped into the train to the airport, while reading "The DaVinci Code". I became so absorbed and relaxed and arrived exactly at the time I intended. Robin's flight arrived on time,too.

And there she was, a week later after she had dropped me off at the airport along with my family. I say the angels sent Robin to me, to help provide the supports for the next leg of the journey. Who she is for me, is delighted about life..she often speaks about the Buddhist teaching of mindfulness,'paying attention in every moment'.
Robin is also a guide for many young people. She helped about 60 young people create a new 'being' in their lives, and most of them took the Landmark Forum for Young People. I find that Robin, as well as the other people intimately connected to me, saying things that could only come from the angels. And I find myself delightfully stunned and in awe of the messages that all these angel messengers bring to me.

On the way home, another woman,a translator, asked us if she could help us find our way. This happens a lot.

This is Robin's first time in Germany. She hasn't a clue about the language and yet she does. It's so much fun to watch how we cause our journey to unfold, being engaged with a world of multiple languages.

It was 8:00pm and still very much light outside and Robin was ready for a bike ride, so we rode down to the river Isa. As we turned off the main winding road, beside a beer garden, I knew we were close, and being in the forests, with so many wonderful paths, I asked for help from the angels...and a couple who could barely utter English answered my inquiry and bent over backwards to walk us down the paths, past the Schreibergartens (the little patches of gardens with a little hobbit house on each patch.) We felt lost again, and the couple reappeared to show us further along, than another young girl took over to lead us to the paths along the river, where the zoo is. From here I knew my way. It was plenty dark by then and we didn't have bike lights. I remembered the telling of how people gathered around campfires through the night and something told me we would have all the light we needed.

There were people everywhere...on their bikes ( many with bike lights) and up and down the beaches, gathered around campfires. In the distance we heard the drumming, compelling us to follow it, down the dark path. As I heard other cyclists coming near, I rang my little bell and greeted with, "Hello!" so they would know that we were in physical form. The sound of drumming was actually about 30 people lined up in rows with their different rythm instruments, led by a conductor with her whistle (Brazilian samba style). It was ecstatic...the sound of so many drums...brazilian and african, bells, whistles, tamborines...and everything in unison, directed by the whistle blowing conductor. (I thought to myself...these are some of the sounds that will happen at The Jewel in Spain) I felt the joy and playfulness surging within me.
I sat next to a man(a very energetically handsome man!)and realized that I had arrived to meet the first man with whom his energy closely matched mine.

Rudy explained to us that their Samba group played for different festivals around Europe and this night was the last time they were playing together for the summer.
www.sambasoleluna.de
Click on 'sambistas' for photos.

As though we hadn't had enough fun, we wandered back to the road to a beer garden and there I sipped half a beer,of Robin's. Robin made fun of me...as we walked back to the bikes.."are you doing a little sauntering?"
We rode back to Gina's flat in the midnight.

A DAY OF BEING OUTSIDE!

Did I tell you how much I love that I can go everywhere on bike here. I did all my shopping on bicycle...to the whole foods store, the produce stand, and the bank.

Today was the birthday party for Susma, Elke's daughter. Susma joined Elka five years ago. Before that she spent her young years in an orphanage in Nepal. Now she is 13 I believe. As Susma came up to the flat to get me, she said, "Annie, I'm so glad you're coming with us today." We didn't speak much the rest of the day, except to collaborate on setting up the picnic, and I could feel the connection to her.

We were beside the river, the name I still forget. It is a wide river with many little pools and lots of sandy beach. Across on the other side, the nudists roam. It's funny to see their tan little hides as they appear, disappear, and reappear in and out of the bushes on the banks of the river.

Elke and I got to talk about many things today. She used to do the drive between Munich and southern Spain, many,many times. So she prepared me in many ways. She also warned me to keep a watch for those at gas stops, who want to point out something wrong with the vehicle..they may be wanting to carjack. It's always good to be aware, and I must say I've always been protected in all my travels...I am safe..this is my claim to fame...I am safe, and that goes for everyone around me.

It looks like the route of travel will be from Munich to Karlsruhe, then through France: Strassborg and through Lyon, onto Montpeleier and down along the coast of France and Spain. That will work out well. Robin wants to stop in Valencia on the coast of Spain to see a specialist. And in summer being on the coast will be cooler.
We'll figure driving so we'll miss the last days of summer vacation in Europe, where everyone converges on the highways to return home.

So tomorrow is another new experience. I take a train, an hour away to Ingolstadt, north of Munich. And there the in-laws of Gina, Klaus and Lis, will pick me up and I will spend the afternoon with them. They are helping me find the campervan. Klaus knows mechanics well and he's got a good sixth sense about buying a vehicle. He is retired and is so happy to help.

Then on Monday, I take the train to the airport..an hour away from Munich, to pick up Robin, who is flying from Houston to join me on this adventure. It's going to be fun showing her aroung to my new friends and to see her surprise at being in a culture she has never experienced.

I biked again tonight until 9:30pm , in the forests again. And so many people were out. The sun seems to disappear very, very slowly, so there is lots of riding time.
There's a huge fountain of drinking water at the entrance to the forest, and when I came near, a woman had just thrown her dog into the chilly water...and the dog and owner delighted. I eagerly joined people at the trough to suck up the delicious cool water, that is dropping down from up high....yummmmmmmmmmm.
nacht!

FROG PRINCESS with THE FLOW QUEEN!!!

Everywhere on a Bicycle!

For the last two days I've been here at Gina's flat by myself. Gina and her family are on a 10 day vacation in Tuscany. By the time she left, I had oriented myself enough and she had made so many introductions to people and to opportunities. There's one thing about me...I can orient myself in any new location. Just give me a chance to go exploring and ribbet a little bit with the other frogs, and I'm home.

The Germans are great with me. They can tell I'm not getting the German words out yet and they compensate with their seldom used English. The young people know English quite well. It seems since I was here last in 1987, whole new generations have sprung up with fluency in English.

I've been spending the last few days working on some updating my financial books.There's a part of me that resists the labor of entering all the expenses since Jan. of this year (the resistance goes at least as far back as elementary school, but I imagine it goes back lifetimes, and it doesn't matter!) So I pray to goddess Kali to give me a kick in the butt. I turn on some flowing water music and then I begin.Then I begin to love it. I love the feeling of still focus, when working with stats, bills, statements, and numbers. Oh, I also set out my tri-fold I made that says, "The Flow Queen" and a picture I drew of a clown cat who is filled with delight as she holds a million dollars by her tail and gets ready to write.

It's amazing...I can look up everything online...my credit card statements, my bank account.I love that I discovered Bank of America..the friendliest no matter on the phone or at the branch in Houston, and their business suite online banking is the best. And then I could call Sally Turpin who is assisting me in closing out things in Houston, by using Skype. (FOR ANYONE WHO IS MAKING A TRANSITION/RELOCATION and you are in Houston, I highly reccomend Sally. She has helped me see everything so simply. Call Sally at: (832) 922-9125. I am present to confidence and ease, knowing that Sally is handling things for me.

Inbetween, I am tempted by the huge forest that is accessible just 2 blocks away. So on Rosie's reccomendation I rose at 6:30am and at 7:30am, I was on Gina's bike, on the forests paths. In some parts of the forests, when I look into them from the path, and I see the forest floor with moss and ferns and new saplings, I swear there are fairies there. And there are. Just be quiet enough and you'll hear them!

The main paved path, is busy with all kinds of excersisors(help with spelling!) Most people are whirring past me as I peddle luxuriously slow to breathe in the forest smells and oogle at nature. When on one path, there are always paths that are crossing and forks. One can go exploring ad infinitum. no fences, no highway sounds for kilometers and kilometers. Today I arrived at my destination, the same as a few days ago, surprised that I had already arrived! I'm like lightning speed now!

There are people everywhere on these paths and then I can go on some and be all alone. I stopped in the middle of the thicker forest to dance and say thanks and talk to the trees...it's so interesting when I dance in nature, with my arms raised, I begin to smell so many fragrances that I didn't before. This new discovery got started last spring, dancing paneurythmy in a little Bellaire park in Houston.

LEADING UP TO THE....THE ROLLING STONES!

I forgot to share with you that on the plane crossing the Atlantic, it felt like a two hour flight..shortest flight I've had yet! I must have slept like a frog under a tree! I did take AmazonHerbs Co. Calmazon..I've been having amazingly consistent results..

My first night in Munich in Gina's flat where her office is. I wake up the next morning and she has stopped by to leave me famous German pastry and pretzel with a note about meeting up with Rosie and Leon. 10:00am. Something tells me I've got more time and I offer my first chant on the european continent..a frog calling from across the pond! (I've been instructed, whatever I do, don't miss a day without chanting and creating elegant art..and I find that if I do those two things, I have amazing synchronicities, amazing miracles, small and big)

Rosie arrives at 10:45 and I leap into my day clothes in ten minutes and fly out the door, sensing that their scheduled meeting with Elke and daughter is typical German on-time! It is with great delight that I hop into Rosie's BMW sports car with my new companion, 9 yr. old Leon. And as soon as we arrive at the park to wait, Leon begins playing with his soccer ball and I immediately jump in to take it away from him. This is our bonding-soccer. (Later he tells another friend, I am one of the best soccer players he has found to challenge him. Wow, I'll take that compliment!)

Elke arrives with her daughter, Susma(no pic of Susma,yet) and their two beloved dogs, both rescued from the streets of Spain, and we go to the river's edge and unpack chairs and picnic and there we stay all afternoon. (Gina is delivering a workshop all weekend,so I haven't seen her up to this point.)Elke as it turns out, met Baba Muktananda in California, Baba , who is the teacher of my teacher, Gurumayi.
She is very familiar with my chanting. Elke spent many years in Spain, just miles from the Jewel, where I am headed.

This Sunday in Munich people are everywhere on their bikes. I think of my Uncle Al and AuntDonna, Aunt Betty, who all spent alot of time in Germany, and taught me the love of the German people...their vigor for living life.

In the evening, Gina meet up with us in the center. We are now four going to the Rolling Stones concert! We catch the S Bahn train to the Olympic Village and walk with thousands to the entrances of the stadium. The train is filled with Stones enthusaists. One man serenades us with an entire album of Stones music and after we get off, he brings me a World Cup Soccer tissue packet. (Gina says he's my first sign of land for my perfect mate!) The Stones begin as night falls. It is dramatic and magical. They have a full stage production and more surprises for effects than one could imagine. Mick Jagger is everything he ever was...he bounces around on the stage on fire, the entire time! He must be at least 60. Is he taking Inner Light Greens? glump,glump!!!

At one point the mid section of the stage breaks off and gradually rolls into the center of the field, with Mick and band on it, reaching out to the crowds.
Mick can't give enough. Literally.
All of the band are having a roaring good time. I think to myself...this is celebrating life..and I wonder what kind of vibration goes out to the planet. On Dr.Emoto's scale of megahurtz measurement, where does this fall? Are the dolphins and the whales digging this? Dr. Emoto talks about music created at different times to heal different episodes of human experience. Something tells me the Rolling Stones are here to heal.

The Munich fans greet the anticipated Stones with their stadium wave...it is amazing to watch. They did the same thing for the World Cup Soccer matches. Munich is proud of their success in hosting a happy World Cup Soccer Event. Gina says the people of Germany felt such communion of spirit in those days...there was so much festivity and celebrating.

Can I say enough of the Rolling Stones? It was my first big rock concert of many years. I would have never thought of it myself. Gina thought of it. And I was so moved by Mick being Mick, and for the completely artistic, completely giving of themselves with their whole heart. I don't know the name of the keyboard player..he's the only one that looked tired and grey, and he gave it all he had until the last note! They exploded the final song with fireworks that beat the best I've seen.

I ARRIVE IN MUNCHEN!

I'm in the orange and this is how I look after flying over 7 time zones!!! not too shabby! just a little loose and loopy looking! You also see Leon, my friend Gina's son and Gina'a friend, Elke, when we are beside the river that flows through Munich.

So I arrived on time in Munich, my bags, all three of them, were the first three to come out of the chute! I load them up and head for the taxi, and the taxi driver speaks English and gives me a warm welcome and historical introduction to Munich's changes over the last 20 years. It's a 45 minute drive to Gina's house in the southern part of Munich. Something tells me that I told her the wrong time of arrival, and I wonder if the key will still be in the envelope, as we pull up in front of her house with a huge park across the street. No key. and I don't have a phone. and the driver just left. So I leave this job up to the angels, asking directly for their help. The first woman on the street I stop, lets me use her phone, but I'm not able to connect with Gina. So, then another car pulls up with 3 women and their birthday packages. I greet them as they get out of the car and they don't listen to me and look right through me as though I'm a ghost. And before I can say much they say, "NO,NO". (so I mark it up as part of the experiment) It's getting dark and I try one more driver, who lets me use his cell phone. I feel a little upset about the situation: why isnt Gina answering the phone? Then I say to myself, ok Gina, I forgive us both for communicating however we communicated. Then I call her and she answers. Annie, what happened to you? I thought you were coming in earlier today!

And I realize, that when I communicated my flight time, I must have glanced at my arrival time in Paris. So I made a mental note...'confirm my flight arrival time with people who are waiting for me,just before departure'. These self-corrections are common occurences with me when I am involved in leaping somewhere.

Rosie, the godmother of Leon, let me into the flat. She asked me,"Did you have to wait very long?" I immediately said, "no, not long at all!" I did this on purpose, because I've learned to make very little note of the obstacles in life.

Munich,Munich,Munich...I'm home in Munich!

I JUMPED!

So in my last brief blog entry, I was in Houston preparing for jumping the great blue pond. In one of the most recent family gatherings, as we were sitting together around the table, I invited everyone to make a pact with me, that we would all be happy no matter where we are physically on the planet. And we did it!

Then Dad and I got the Sherwood communication station set up for Skype, adding a microphone to the computer and setting up Skype.com, so the family can call me (once I figure out which is the best phone connection from this end. And meanwhile I can call everyone from Skype and it is pretty cheap!

So the last day in Houston, everyone's wondering...OK, how do you go from a condo full of possessions to 3 bags full? I had the same question until I realized I didn't have to figure out 'how'. It just sort of evolved. Becky my sister not only volunteered to help me with the garage sale, she invited herself over the night before, so we could put signs out at 5:30am! Thank goodness, I didn't go with my automatic reaction:too much to do in the last week to get complicated with a sale.
Instead I opened my mouth and said, "YES!"
So we estimated we had 150 people there that Saturday. And the whole day was an experience of love exchanges with people. People found love in something that was perfect for them. A woman said she wished she could meditate, so I dug out one of my chanting CD's. A 10 year old boy wanted to learn how to play keyboards so he bought my keyboards for $40 and felt like he'd won the lottery. A 5 yr. old picked up my Mae West stuffed pink lamb and I told her to keep it. A father bought some of my handmade jewelry to give to each of his children.

Becky, my sister and Robin Bressie helped with the sale. We attracted more people than I ever dreamed of, and by the end of the day, we were ready for all of the Mission Burrito fixings!

The day of departure, Robin drove me around to all of my favorite haunts...half price books for some animated DVD's, Whole Foods for buffalo jerky and fruit bars,
the jewelry store for repaired gold ankle and wrist bracelets(which they did as a special favor and rushed it!),my former Washington Mutual bank on San Felipe, to close-out and say a final thanks and blessings(I brought them cake once after I had 8 checks bounce) By 1:00pm I was at home and had five hours to finalize what I would pack. ( I had been narrowing it down, slowly,slowly) So for five hours I ran from room to room, saying, "go, Annie, go!" You can do it! An hour to go and Robin is watching me in full faith, I'm throwing clothes into the last two suitcases. And off we go to the airport. At the check-in counter, I'm the only one there, and they wisk my bags to the security station to be opened up. It all happens so fast, I miss the chance to put address tags.

And I know that it happened that way because I created the intention of a smooth, easy, on-time flight, with everything arriving with me! My parents and sister are there, along with Robin, and we have time to sit and laugh about how our family makes trips. The last time I went to Europe, Principe was with me. In our stopover in Paris, I found a wheelchair bathroom, and there, I unfolded a litter box, poured litter into it, and Principe promptly peeed into it, explored the little enclosed room before I put him back into his carrier for the next 6 hours journey to the Jewel in Spain. We had an almost smooth flight on that trip, too. He had his own seat on a totally booked Air France flight to Malaga. That's the Principe!

This time the flight to Paris/Munich was uneventful...and what I'm saying it was so, so smooth and on-time. In Houston, as I went through security, my family watched me then go up the very steep escalator...and poof! I disappeared from physical view!
That's what I keep saying...who we are now for each other is being able to be with each other without our physical bodies being in close proximity.

No better time to start than when my Dad is sitting here waiting to see the first entry of this next chapter of the Jewel Project. I'll add more later! Bookmark this blog, because this is where I'll be adding almost daily.