TODAY, I'M RECEIVING


By the way, the picture is from a few weeks ago in Furstenfeldbrook. Blogger is again letting me download pictures. You may have noticed that August was filled with alot of blocked flow...all temporary, and exhausting at times. I could sense it in so many ways, but now that's past.

I've been listening keenly to divine messages..and here's how you do it..if you get a thought coming through to you three times or more, and you feel love and joy with it, it's something to listen to. I find I gather this information over time. So here is what I've gathered.

For one thing, Gina kept mentioning to go visit Starnberg, a wealthy village on Lake Starnberg, just outside of Munich. So funny, that day that the Prince had to go to get his license..Herr Wolfart couldn't do the paperwork for me in Munich, because Herr Karl-Heinz in Frankfurt had made mistakes in my insurance paperwork! So that was the day I had to follow him, driving the campervan for the first time, to Starnberg! (on that day I was just keeping my nervous system in some kind of order, and who cares about Starnberg!) Then when I do a search for Starnberg, I see that there are retreats for Barry Long's work ( an australian master who just passed away, quite an incredible being). So then I realize in that area, there are many spiritual centers..the Dalai Lama has a center, too. So Starnberg is one of the hints.

Now its so funny, the Prince is perfect for me. He's been the vehicle to guiding me or actually to slowing me down, enough, to receive what there is here in this area.
I was so fixed on getting to Spain! My heart is there, the project will be constructed there. So no matter how hard I tried to get on the road to Spain, I get being directed back here to Munich. (it could have looked like a had 'a bunch of painful obstacles', but those obstacles are actually huge blessings, as you will see.) So the Prince is taking divine orders to keep me in this area for awhile!

And this area of Munich is also magical. I also get many other divine hints from the people in my current life. Gina gave me another hint. She showed me her favorite meadow in the middle of the forest. And something told me, I would receive divine hints while being there. I'll return to this part later.

More hints: When I called Mom and Dad a few days ago, Mom said one of those divinely inspired things...she said,"I'm glad you're staying in Munich for a while. I'm just glad." Of cours Dad said the perfect Dad thing, " I'm just happy you go whereever, as long as you're happy." ( Our family made this promise to each other, as we all split ways: that we would all continue to be happy,no matter what!)
More hints: I kept returning to my previous husband's email address, when I would do mailings to people. He is German and he lives in Berlin now and we are out of contact. I thought, "am I supposed to get in touch with him?" And when I did include his email in a mailing, it came back to me.

All along, I've been thinking of the friends from my past Siddha Yoga days, whom are from this area. But not really thinking much about contacting them...been busy trying to get to Spain!

So this morning, as with most days, I do an angel card reading, and I pull the three cards:

Mother , Steady Progress, Move ( I really got that I was supposed to move my body today.)
I read my TUT.com daily reading:
Did you know, Annie, that if you can see a cloud, it can see you?

Same for trees.

And beauty.

Tallyho,
The Universe


Then I read the 13 moon calendar for today: It's a Red Spectral Serpent day.
I know this may not mean much to you, but when I read about the day, the quote:
"I have heard that the body listens to rythms, the mind can't even hear."It became clear, even before chanting today, to go out into the forest on bicycle!
I rode vigorously, and then it dawned on me to go to Gina's meadow. It is one of those days when the puffy cold clouded air moves and the sun shines through beaming between the moving clouds.

I parked my bike and walked out into the open field. I did a dance,swaying and twirling in gratitude, my arms up and swaying like antennae, collecting the beneficial messages. And after moving a while, the name Martin came to mind, and as I continued to move, his last name came to me easily. Ah-ha, that's why I kept getting suggestions of my former husband's name...they used to be good friends, and we came here to Munich about 20 years ago to visit him. We were all connected through Siddha Yoga. Sautamali and I were on staff in those days.

Then I had a hunch that Martin could be in Starnberg! And then I got that Martin is one of the people I'm supposed to connect with about The Jewel Project! There is someone else here, Annaliese, that I am also being led to. Annaliese is a teacher and we spent years working together with the children.

I can trust that this is divine inspiration, because I've had so many hints, it wasn't as though I thought, OK let's contact him...he might have a lot of money..or let's contact him...who knows what people he knows. No, it didn't come from my mind. It fell in, through my heart. It was though I was being tugged at by the shirt-tails.

WHOOPS, CRACKED A MIRROR! RIBBET!

It’s been a while since I last wrote about my adventure, and as one can imagine, much has happened. So I am backing up about a week from today, Aug. 28th, to catch you up. I feel I am in a time warp,and as I feel this, I also feel it doesn't matter. I feel like letting go of control. I sit here in a VW repair shop, writing these next entries, while the employees have made me comfortable at one of their desks with the best chair and a cup of coffee.


So one thing is getting acculturated…comfortable with the culture. I’m not talking about the people. I’m talking about getting comfortable with the surroundings that were created by people. In addition this month of August is particularly full of delays, so my astrologer tells me.

I realize that I am not only learning to be comfortable with the campervan, but with the whole new energy of Munich when I am a driver. And I must say, the people on the road are gentle and very accommodating. And still, what makes Munich beautiful …it’s curvy , windy streets and so much beautiful growth, at the same time seems confusing to me to find my way. I am used to Houston, where you can see several miles ahead of you and see the skyscraper and know your bearings.

So two weekends ago, I took the Prince out on another drive on the route that Gina and I traveled, past the zoo. And suddenly I decided to go straight instead of right because I wanted just to turn around and come back. I was suddenly in a narrow street with cars parked on both sides and traffic coming my way. Suddendly the Prince felt so big, a boom!!! Was the sound I heard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the Prince had a black eye…the right mirror was cracked. I hit a post.

My emotions were all over the place, and I told myself I’ve got to get to a better feeling place. So I took out my trusty drawing pad and my oil pastels, and drew a picture of frog princess sitting on the dashboard, with the alarming sounds bouncing through her, and she is saying, “Gee , now I know I really have nerves! Yahoo!” I laughed a lot and felt better.

So the Prince went back to the shop for the mirror repair.

Hello from the Frog Princess!

Would you like to co-create with me as The Prince campervan and I make our way to Spain, as The Jewel Project unfolds?

Here’s how you can co-create with me:
Let me know what amount of fun contribution you would like to make and I will send you a paypal request.

Here are the amounts I thought of:
$18
$44
$118
$232
$432

Let me know the amount that is fun for you, and to what email address to send it to!

Email me at: annie@awakeningadventures.biz
and I will send you a paypal request!

Ribbet!
Annie Sherwood
A world where people’s inner gifts and resources are reflected in community with love
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THE FROG PRINCESS GETS DRIVING LESSONS!

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Yesterday, The campervan, Prince, was ready. Gina had a wonderful plan of how I would learn to drive standard. She made another beautiful event out of it.

First we went to the Audi,Volkswagon dealership where the Prince had gotten his new heart. (remember the tin man in The Wizard of Oz,who got a new heart?) He received a totally new clutch and a disc.

So I'm the frog princess, if you're just starting to read this blog, and I got my nerves thrown off a bit (even though I celebrated every fear,with a HURRAY!, and kept asking the angels to show me what's next!) by the driving experience with Prince on the way to the Licensing Bureau, the first day I did for the first time all of the below:

a. driving on German roads
b. driving in a city where I didn't know where to go
c. driving in a campervan which I had never driven before
d. driving a standard (that means shifting gears) which I had not done in years
e. driving back into Munich not knowing how I would find Gina's flat.

I realized on Friday morning, that I was experiencing fear. It was time to jump off another cliff. Gina knew it. I told her the feeling was looming over me, and I was certain, that in no time at all, I would feel really good about driving The Prince.

At the dealership, the Prince was ready. And a funny thing happened when it was time to pay. (funny, we noticed that everyone in the dealership acted totally different from a few days before. Everyone looked not present. NOT PRESENT AT ALL! and flustered and angry.) So I planned how I was to pay: the majority on one credit card and the remainder on another credit card.

Now let me preface this with..earlier that day, I had taken a certain amount out of my account to cover opening a German bank account and a few other things. Well the German bank had a glitch. After many very friendly conversations over the phone by people at headquarters, they figured out I was not a terrorist and they could give me an account. I thought for sure, I'd have that account by Friday. So interesting, they had EVERYTHING prepared for me, EXCEPT the account number! Reason: computer breakdown.So, I couldn't make a deposit that day.

So I had an extra 100 or so Euros. And at the dealership, my plan to pay with two credit cards worked out to a point. One credit card was accepted and so everything was paid for except 129 Euros. So I paid the remainder of the bill, with the money I had intended to put in the bank. I literally cleaned out my wallet!

Wow, the angels had it planned out to the cent!

So off we went! Gina drove first. After a little figuring out the gear pattern, we began driving. Gina demonstrated, and I realized that basically I had been driving correctly all along, only the Prince needed a new heart. So then it was my turn to drive and the Prince felt so great. Yes, I was somewhat nervous. Gina and I were very focused on the road and the shifting. Our destination: outside of Munich to a beautiful small lake in the forest on a beautiful sunny day. I began to feel like gear shifting was natural, and I was still nervous, so when we arrived at the edge of the lake, I welcomed the change to taking a walk around the lake and lying lazily on a boardwalk in the sun.

That evening, we came back to Rosie's house for a sumptuous dinner with Leon and Rosie. On the news was the story of the bombs found in the train station at Essen, in central Germany. I recalled how quirky my energy felt in the morning, and how the people at the dealership behaved.

We then watched "The Secret" about the Law of Attraction. It is THE movie to watch. I brought it with me. Order it by going to www.whatisthesecret.tv. When Gina, Leon and I reached her flat, I went out for a bike ride, and on the windshield of the Prince was a 1,000 Euro bill! and it looked so real! When Gina saw it, she said she had never seen this happen in Germany before! (it looked and felt like a REAL EURO bill, and it had an advertising message on the back. That's a big sign of land for me!)

I'm certain that the angels have plans to fund me for the next leg of my journey, as they always do. Hip, Hip, Hooray!

THE RECYCLING STATION: A TOTAL DELIGHT

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You see a picture of Gina at the recycling center on the outskirts of Munich. We stopped there one day after Gina, Leon, and I stopped for a to visit her mother, who lives in the same house where Gina grew up. It's a house built in the 19th century and I could feel the age in the marvelous wooden floors and window frames, and the low passageways between rooms. Out back was a magical garden, where Gina spent her youth, deep in her imaginative play. As we basked in the sun drinking coffee, suddenly everyone got in the mood to go to the recycling center, and off we went.

Gina was surprised at the number of cars lined up to file through park at the appropriate material station and empty out. The people can recycle any,any,any thing there. While people are unloading their cars the employees are stuffing,breaking glass,sorting and the clinging and clanging is so delightful. I could feel the uninterrupted flow of cycling energy, a delightful feel.

In one big room, is where people bring their treasured and not so treasured objects to lay on the shelves to be claimed by the next person. Objects from furniture all the way to magazines,books,dolls.

Leon and I found two styrofoam water floaters and I just couldn't resist the temptation to have a sword fight with him right outside the shop!

Gina said, "let's stick around a while! Look at all the people coming. There are bound to be some things to pick up. And just moments later, a young woman walked in with a teddy bear, the size of a toddler. I immediately knew I was supposed to have it and followed her to the shelf. A grandmother saw it, at the shelf put her hands on it eagerly and picked it up and brought it to her son..."Look,look, isn't this perfect for my grandson?" And he shook his head,"No". She walked back and handed it to me. I knew I was supposed to have it, just the way I know I'm supposed to have The Jewel Project: the land,the buildings, the stuffed animal making, the permaculture community.

Later I saw a doll come in, with the traditional Bavarian dress and like a magnet, I found myself in front of the grandmother, handing her the doll. The grandmother just melted.

FURSTENFELDBROOK - a villge of magnificense

I'm backing up a little. This is my time to be able to share some more of the many experiences in a magical land called Bavaria. I've had these pictures ready to share with you, and have now found the time to post.

Meanwhile the campervan, Prince, is parked peacefully out in front of Gina's in Munich.

The last time I went to Furstenfeldbrook by train, 20 min. outside of Munich, Pia met me at the train station with her Dutch bicycle. It was a day of abundant rain and it was fun to see how people are so prepared for the rain, in ways I would not have dreamed of. That day a lot of people headed to the monastery complex for a crafts fair. Many had their bicycles, and they had ponchos, umbrellas, plastic covers for their bicycle seats. Often I see parents towing their one or two kids in a cart,covered in plastic, which is in tow behind the bike.

Pia took me into the Baroque cathedral at the monastery and these photos are of that cathedral. I was in awe as Pia shared with me how she stands in the balcony way up high in the cathedral,to sing with the choir, once a week.

FROG PRINCESS STAYS WITH THE PRINCE

(you see Frog Princess on a table with many of my other favorite characters which remind me of my project,The Jewel: the monkey I'll explain later, the mouse belongs to Principe,my cat,who waits for me at The Jewel; the picture of the couple represents my business love partner who is there waiting for me,in Spain; then there's Ganesh, remover of obstacles; Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth; the stones come from the Mediterranean coast where The Jewel lies.) Go to www.awakeningadventures.biz/jewelproject.html to read about The Jewel Project.

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Read the last entry for the adventures with THE PRINCE, my campervan.

So, my story is...The Prince came to me and clearly The Prince is supposed to be with me. Remember, the seller of the van, looked at my passport and discovered that our birthdays are less than one day apart! Mine is Nov 18,1954. His is Nov 19,1954.
This is the way the universe shows me that I am on the right path.

So The Prince is MY VAN. He is on the Jewel Council now, in charge of providing me with shelter and safe transport for the journey. He came to me with one required healing. Something in its core. The Prince is gold for me. He IS THE van to take me on this journey. Now the Prince will get his blessing before we venture off.
I left cheerful Frog Princess to sit with The Prince over the weekend parked in front of Mini Mal.

Gina and I both said, that Klaus is the best person to help me select the campervan. Klaus is as careful about selecting an auto as one can find. And he found me the perfect campervan.

So on Monday, Gina and I drove to the area of the campervan and found a dealership for Audi and VW. And there they said they could repair it. We had a series of funny escapes trying to find the campervan again. Its parked in an area where Feng Shui doesn't flow too well. Like a puzzle where the marble has a dozen roadblocks before, it finds it's way through. And then the fairies throw in a bunch of bicyclists who dart out of intersections, flying wildly before there's time to think. We are amused.

Parked in front of The Prince is another white van, with its back door opened and a knife sharpener busy at work.

Soon after, the toll truck with another handsome young man, comes to pull The Prince out of a tight parking situation, with the knife sharpener busy at work.
We watch with amazement as The Prince is wedged out with ease.

At Riedel, where The Prince is being worked on, more young men are ready to go to work on it, no problem. It's the clutch and a disc that needs replacing.

Klaus and I send a message to the former owner, Mr. Ungerman, requesting that he pay for half of the cost of the repair. Klaus and I both agree that Mr. Ungerman is a very honorable German and we have full faith that Mr. Ungerman will take everything into consideration before making a decision.

And I say what is preferable for me, is to go see Cesar, the pizza man, and ask him to drive around with me, once The Prince is fixed. I will drive until I feel at ease and feel the way The Prince truly likes to drive!

SAFE RIDE WITH THE PRINCE!

OK, this is a story I've been waiting to tell you for some days now.
Before I tell it to you, I want you to read this story, knowing that everything that happens is beneficial in one's life.

So I was supposed to depart for Spain last weekend.
And last Thursday, I found American Auto Insurance through Karl-Heinz in Frankfurt.
It was one of those wonderful leads, after calling my old insurance company.
The insurance costs half of what I would pay for German insurance as a tourist.
So on Thursday, Karl-Heinz prepared the insurance and Fed-Exed it in one day.
He sent it to a company here in Munich that prepares the paperwork, license plates for autos.
So on Friday morning, Rosie (Leon's godmother)and I took the campervan,(called Club Joker) to the Zulassungsburo fur KFZ.
I asked Rosie to drive because I didn't know Munich and I had not a chance to practice driving the Joker.

We arrived bright and early to the bureau and there was Wolfart, the man who was to take my paperwork, along with the van, to the Munich licensing authorities.

Wolfart looked at all the paperwork and was immediately disgusted, because there were some errors on the insurance papers. (while this happens, inside I am saying,"hurray,hurray and smiling and imagining a beautiful outcome!)
So he said, now we will have to go to Stomberg 30 km. away, where they are not so strict. And he said to me, "Are you ready to drive?"

Well, as you can imagine, my heart was in my throat, just like the germans talk about americans they way they talk, as though they have a potato in their throat!

I said to Rosie," Rosie, I haven't ever driven this van! I need to practice!"
And Rosie was the perfect angel to be there, because she looked into my eyes with a big smile, and said,"Annie, you have to begin SOMETIME! YOU ARE DRIVING TO SPAIN! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU CAN DO IT!"So we took 10 minutes to sit in the van, where I could practice the feel of shifting.
To start driving was literally like jumping off the cliff. I had not planned it this way, AT ALL! It became clear,though,that I was supposed to do this! (and I reminded myself that I MUST ARRIVE AT THE JEWEL. THE JEWEL PROJECT MUST HAPPEN! AND I MUST HAVE MY HOUSE ON MY BACK (LIKE A TURTLE) WHEN I ARRIVE!

And 10 minutes later, I was driving the van behind Wolfart to Stromberg, after asking St.Germain to help me do the impossible!
A few times, the van quit at the lights and I immediately started it again, Wolfart ever so patient with me.
I kept cheering myself on! Hurray! Hurray! I turned my fear into excitement!
And I kept telling myself to focus.

We pulled into the munincipality in Stromberg.
When I got out of the van, I smelled something.
I thought I must have not let the brake off completely.

Getting the license tags and paperwork in Stomberg was a breeze.
Another delightful young woman was there to help us out.
She took no notice of the errors.

Wolfart turned into an angel,too.
He was so kind and he was relieved to be in Stomberg where bureaucracy was at its simplest.

Wolfart pointed me in the right direction and took off.
And I said, OK, St.Germain (the angel who I speak of helps with the seeming impossible) help me find a gas station and then the way back to Munich.

All the way home, there were angels standing, waiting to help me.

At the gas pump, a handsome young man walked over to me to explain that I get the gas first, then pay. "Is there anything else you need?", he asked.

As I drove down the autobahn, I knew something was not right with the gear shifting and I couldn't figure it out, and the campervan gave me just enough forward motion to bring him off the autobahn in southern Munich parked in front of a Mini Mal (grocery)I asked St.Germain for my next help. And there was another handsome young man who noticed me, and he offered to help. He suggested he first park the van so its parked legally. Then he drove me back to Gina's.

I walked the last few blocks to Gina's, and I asked St. Germain for someone who would look at the campervan to determine if we could drive it back. And as I was passing by my neighborhood shops filled with angels, I waved again to the young Bolivian pizza maker, and it dawned on me that he is the one!

So I went back to him, and he was just about to take a break. He sat and pondered the information, readying a plan of attack, and then determined that we would go back by the underground. So we did in the rain.

All along this eventful day, I kept remembering what Zoe had told me...just keep being determined and cheer and laugh, no matter what the reality looks like...
and that's what I did! I even kept applying my pink lipstick(which Klaus had hinted days before was missing from my face. He had seen my web picture and wanted to see me looking like that picture!)

So Cesar and I went to the van and he tried to get it going. It would start, but it didn't want to budge forward at all. Something told me, I was not to leave Munich during this period when light energy was pouring in powerfully Aug.12-18.(www.whatsuponplanetearth.com) It was not the time to go.

Cesar is 26. He came to Munich at the age of 21 because of a German girlfriend. He grew up in Cochabamba,Bolivia, where I spent two years teaching school. It was comforting for both of us to speak in his native language and I shared with him The Jewel Project. The more we spoke, the more curious he became.

So I named the campervan, PRINCE.

And of all the stories I could make up about what happened, here is the explanation which I truly feel is the truth for me:

The question is: What am I attracting, that I am?
So I reflected, and I saw that everyone or every animal or every important piece of equipment in my life, comes to me being gold, truly gold. And they arrive in my life because there is one piece of their life,which is part of them, which they need help with. It is something within the core. It is something that couldn't be transformed thus far. I've often been called "the catalyst". It's the favorite words to describe me by Jan Stringer and Alan Hickman at Perfect Customers. Jan and Alan told me recently,"whatever your doing, just keep doing it. You are truly the catalyst."

KLAUS, THE BIG SANTA KLAUS!



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Hurray I found the right battery recharger and I now have a functioning digital camera again! The pictures above are of Klaus and his beloved wife, Lis. And you'll see me sitting next to Lis. They live in a small village near Ingolstadt, which is about 60 km. north of Munich.

Klaus and Lis helped me locate the perfect campervan that was waiting just for me!
You'll read some stories about the most recent days with my campervan which is almost ready for take-off.

Thanks again to Klaus and Lis. Whenever Klaus needed help thinking things through he would walk away from the phone and call out to Lis. It seemed like she always had a solution for him. Lis is an infinite source of practical knowlege. She delights in being that source for Klaus.


Klaus and I weathered through cross-town Munich construction rush-hour traffic to reach the seller of the van who lives outside in a Munich suburb. Klaus is a true warrior. ( I told myself, given the effort we are both making to reach this seller, this van has to be the one!)

MIRACLES,MIRACLES








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Blessings flow under the benevolence of Munich's loving watch. The campervan was delivered to me today by Mr. Ungerman. That's a miracle, too. Usually the buyer goes to pick it up. He has responded positively to every request. He came dressed in his best,with his teenage son and arrived 15 minutes early.

There are several guests at Gina's and one, Andreas, accepted to be my translator, since Mr. Ungerman doesn't know much English at all. Andreas knows a little more.
So we all went out and I got educated on operating the campervan, which I am wondering now, what is the campervan's name? I keep saying that the campervan is my house. The house on my back, like a turtle. So a name is coming soon!

As Mr. Ungerman filled out my passport number on the documents, he noticed my birthdate. I am born November 18, 1954. He delightedly pointed out to me that he was born November 19, 1954. OK, angels, I get the message. How synchronistic can it get.
He is no more than a day different in age from me! The purchasing of this special van is in divine order.

I've got to say, I've been asking help at every turn...literally. Before I get on the underground, I'll ask someone if I'm getting on the right train. At the department store I asked a woman customer to help me pick out the right sized sheets and comforter. The computer salesman directed me to the specialty store to find a battery recharger. A person on the street helped me go in the right direction to the specialty store. Just three weeks ago, I knew nothing about Munich, much less how to find a van and arrange everything around it. Most of the time my adventure has happened with grace and ease. When I want help with something or finding something, I'll raise my hand in the air and let the angels know what I want exactly. Once in the busiest underground station,after feeling totally confused, I rose my hand, and a woman came up to me immediately, to offer help.

Before I approach someone, such as in the department store, I'll create a BEEING, such as being helpful, clear and cheerful. And almost always, I'll get a person who's being that! Wow, these tools really work, and its so much fun to be cheerful most of the day, when I remember in years past I would have anxiety about such situations (fear of the unknown, fear of not getting what I want, being in a hurry)
Now my moments with other people are so rich, so special.

I have met so many young people (in their twenties). I go to them often with questions about the underground or finding other locations. If you read the blog about my journey back from Salzburg, I was surrounded by young people on both train rides. And they came to sit with me. On the second portion of that journey a 20yr.old girl from Brazil came to sit with me. She made a point of looking at me and smiling, and then a few minutes later began a conversation. She is in Munich studying and working as an oper (taking care of children). I asked her why she looked sad, and she was homesick. She said she was not used to the German culture where people seem to be more closed.

We continued to talk as we got off at the same stop and she walked with me beyond her destination. I invited her to contemplate that perhaps the reason she was in a different culture, was to learn to be happy, independant of other people. I shared with her some of my practices. I shared with her, the way I did with my niece, just the other night on Skype, who was in her car in the middle of a terrifying storm in Arkasas,who was being upset, anxious, and angry about moving. I shared with them the value for me, when I am upset, to start thinking about how I WANT THINGS TO GO in every area of my life. This then helps me feel better, and I know that what I ask for, eventually shows up.

Something tells me, that there will be many young people (in their twenties and thirties) joining us in the Jewel Project.

Hurray! Hurray! What a happy day! It's quiet enough now, 11:30pm, to go jump in my dear campervan for the first night's sleep, while it's parked in front of Gina's flat and across from my magical park with the magical white kitty.

Lovingly,
and thanks for reading my blog!

THE JEWEL THANKS GINA KASTELE AND HER MANY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!


Just above you see the picture where the physical location of the JEWEL PROJECT lies.
It's located at the very southern tip of Spain near Tarifa, overlooking the Straight of Gibraltar and the mountains of Africa.

The Jewel Project is: a profitable self-sustaining educational and crafting community where people feel acknowleged for who they truly are.

I've been here in Munich three weeks and in that time, it's quite impressive what has occured in the progress of reaching Spain by mid-August. It all began with Gina.
I know Gina because we both studied to be Strategic Attraction Coaches by Perfect Customers,Inc.
This is the most amazing work and Gina and I are part of a group of 16 people who went through a 4 month process, by phone and on retreat. We are a group which represents Canada, the US, England and Germany. And in the next wave of SACAT training, participants will represent places as far away as Indonesia! And all will meet by phone, just the way we did!

Gina let me come stay at her office/home here in Munich while I prepared for the journey to Spain in a campervan. I began my stay here knowing only one person, Gina.
Gina introduced me to numerous friends and family, too. And each one had special gifts and talents that contributed to helping me connect all the necessary information to make the next jump!

Here is Klaus's message to me tonight. Klaus is Gina's father-in-law who perservered with me through the bridges of communication: studying carefully all of the ads for campervans and translating German to English and the reverse, AND driving me through hellacious construction traffic in an unknown area of Munich to see the campervan. The campervan will be delivered to me tomorrow!

Hello Annie,

in this moment I got a call from Mr. Ungermann that the money arrived
at his account.

Tomorrow evening (09.08.) about 18:00 clock (6 pm), Mr. Ungermann will
be at Athener Platz 5 in order to bring you the car, congratulations!
Please arrange, that you are present at this date.

Have a nice evening and dream this night from your van ;-)

Klaus

Gina let me stay here, in the midst of all of the work she manages from this office and all of her family duties and the vacation trips she took inbetween. She is a miracle worker. So Gina is the miracle worker and she calls me the house angel, because while she rushes from one activity to the next, I feed her and she is always hungry at the time there is food!

One day, before she was to depart on a holiday, we sat for food and got deeply involved in conversation and suddenly she realized she should get on the road. And just before jumping into the car, she checked the mailbox, and there was a letter from the publisher asking her to turn in, a page to acknowlege her contribution to Attracting Perfect Customers, german translation. She was asked to turn it in that same day! So she halted everything, and attracted a desktop publisher who worked with her till midnight, and her page went in just before the magical hour!
She says, if I had not been there to hold her up a little, she would have missed the opportunity! And how perfect! It was for the book, Attracting Perfect Customers
which is the book which our training is based upon.

Gina and I have both had deeply involved missions going on at the same time,these last three weeks, and we just keep laughing through obstacles and plunging passionately into our projects.

I will add more information on the work that Gina does in the future blogs.

THE BADGIRL BAVARIAN EXPRESS



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I'll be including up-to-date pictures in the next blog, now thanks to an employee in Kaufhoff department store in Munich who showed me why my new battery recharger (for my camera) wasn't recharging. It's because, I didn't take out the plastic strip between the batteries and the points on the charger.

On the way back from Salzburg on the slow train, I chose to sit in a compartment where there were just six seats. It didn't seem to be any different than the rest of the train, except for that. And earlier in the morning, I declared today to be a jolly, highly productive day!

So at every little stop, people would get on and no one would come to sit with me. I thought: I and the compartment must be being invisible! Then just over the German border two young girls in their twenties looked into my compartment and I motioned for them to come in. They came in happily, and I soon discovered that Samantha, a native German had just met Shia, from Israel, who was so happy to finally find an English speaking young person. A few stops later, I motioned for another young German to join us, and together we talked and shared about our travels and how we love to help each other on our journeys.

Just before we pulled into Munich station, a train porter stepped in very authoritatively, I felt a shiver and I knew something was up. He asked each of us for our tickets...but, Why? I thought. As he looked at Samantha's student pass, he gave a disapproving look. Then he looked at mine and he was totally disgusted! Samantha translated that we were sitting in FIRST CLASS! And he, righteously told us to move out immediately. We had just inches to go before pulling into Munich.

Funny the first train porter in Salzburg who checked my ticket, said nothing to me.

It was tempting to feel guilty and bad for having made such an error. That's what I would have done in the past. I turned out to feel like Mae West. The girls were all feeling fine about it. After all, no one was sitting in the First Class!

SALZBURG: THE NEW RAINFOREST!



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The train to Salzburg, Austria is two hours, two hours of luxury for me. I have a whole compartment to myself. I feel myself relaxing as I stretch my feet on the opposite seat. Through the window I see the Austrian Alps with the heavy white clouds filling the sky.
The earth is lush in every way. There’s been so much rain. The evergreens with their deep,deep green handsome weighted branches which cover the forest like protective blankets. It comes to me that this is the European style Amazon forests. Only chilly and not yet having the abundance of animal life so visible at many levels of the forest growth.
I think, what if some day, the Alps become the Amazon forests of Europe?

My luxury train ride crosses the bridge over the river in Salzburg where I can see the dramatic steep cliffs with magical castles and golden topped spires in the old city below.
And at the train station Rosemarie is at the ticket booth, meeting me for the first time.

As with Pia, Rosemarie is with robust energy and enthusiasm. And as we walk to the car, I receive an introduction to the ways of Salzburg. She actually lives just around the cut-away little mountain from the center of culture in Salzburg, and we go through a grand ancient tunnel to reach the other side, just minutes away. At night we go to the fest spiele, where on an outdoor screen next to the Dome cathedral we see La Traviata. The rain pours as soon as it starts. Ahhhhhh, how auspicious..all of this rain, I say to myself…I love it, as I try to cover myself enough with my jacket and poncho to sit through the entire show. Close to the end, I walk back in the night, Salzburg lit up and showered with steady rain. Rosie, left earlier, to warm herself in the bath.

The next morning, I wake up in my usual not so positive frame of mind. It has nothing to do with anything. It’s just an automatic habit of the past. I quickly switch it off, and exclaim my gratitude for my blessings, and do my morning chant. I declare the day to be full of miracles and magic. Rosie and I step out into the heavy rain, sharing an umbrella between us, until I can buy one at the Museum. We trek up the little mountain on cobbled paths, through arches (in Salzburg there are arches and passageways to everything!) I tell her how happy I am, it is raining. I say, “ I get to be in the European Rainforest!” Rosie says few people are out today compared to the hundreds that would normallyvisit the Museum at the top of the mountain, and I feel fortunate to be in the stillness of the falling rain upon the magic of the rainforest leaves and rich earth. The clouds dip even further and we are in fog.

At the museum at the top, is a chance to dry out. I spy a pink parasol turn-of the century umbrella…just perfect for me. Later we descend the path and stop to see the illustrations of birds that inhabit. She tells a Celtic tale of the large eagle who bragged he could soar higher than any bird, and kept up his competition with other species, until a little sparrow challenged him, and secretly mounted the back of the eagle, as he soared to the highest heights.

It rains all day, and the river is now filled with silt and climbing in heighth, and I wonder like I would wonder in Houston, will it overflow its banks this time?

With Rosemarie, I get to experience all of the favorite spots,,,the Tea Shop, where many Austrians favor on a Sunday afternoon. My green tea is served on a little silver platter, one little dish for the lemon slices, a little glass of cold water, a teapot , my teacup set, and a spoon. My omelette is served on a platter with a miniature salt/pepper,napkin, utensils. A dainty young woman comes with a pastry tray and plates to sell cakes, torts separately. People all around us sit in lively chatter and laughter. Rosemarie and I speak of how different cultures receive guests. I’m noticing how in Austria, I am served with everything I would need and want. Rosie recalls in southern Brazil, when she visited a family in the hot summer, not even a glass of cool water was offered after she arrived.
We notice the contrasts of people living in lack and people living with plenty to share.
She says since I am her guest, she provides and pays for my meals and she is totally delighted. We walk off to her favorite chocolate shop and there she surprises me with a sampling of many different Mozart chocolates, all that are so fresh and so good, that they can’t be exported, because they’ll spoil in a matter of weeks. As I pop a ball of Mozart into my mouth, my body shivers with delight.

PIA, PANEURYTHMY, AND SIGNS OF THE FROG PRINCE

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So I said that I wanted to depart by Saturday night,
Well in a way I did,
But not in the way that I thought. I thought I would be in my campervan on the road by Saturday afternoon, and I had a time schedule for reaching The Jewel by the evening of August 12th.

Now here is what happened: So on Friday, I felt weary of doing searches for German liability insurance, and everyone I called in Germany that I know, were not home. So something told me that it wasn’t the time to be finding auto insurance, so I dropped everything and went for a quick shopping trip on bicycle to the Natur House (whole foods), made a very fresh green salad, and then biked in the forest.

We’ve seen days and days of cloudy rainy weather and there was a break, so I ventured into the forest. I was almost the only one on the paths this time. A person here and there.
My body was telling me I had eaten too many sweets, unconsciously, while swimming upstream on the insurance search, so I bicycled the way the Germans had been modeling for me….as a workout, pedaling fast enough that my thigh muscles bulged and my gluts tightened, and my extremities no longer felt the cold.

Saturday, morning, my duty was to pack everything up before going out to play, so to speak. I was taking a small suitcase and a backpack with my laptop, and leaving everything else at Gina’s flat. I left the flat in a pleasant order for her students arriving that afternoon.

Although the plans for the weekend to visit Pia outside of Munich and later, Rosemarie in Salzburg could easily be made to be exciting and magical, I felt the fear of once again leaving my little nest for the unknown. So I asked to be kicked in the butt to get myself going. And I was an hour /half perfectly late out the door, walking the blocks with my rolling suitcase to the underground. As I switched trains in the center, I settled comfortably on the new bahn and suddenly realized that I was going on a wonderful adventure and I created that everything would flow with great ease and magic would be present.

20 minutes later I arrived at the train stop in the little town, Furstenfeldbruck, where Pia lives. The doors of the train opened up to a lush dark green forest. Out in front of the station, I took a cab, driven by the most cheerful young cab driver, who delighted me and I delighted him by the joy in both of us…how else can I say it. He took me through a very romantic old German village with a beautiful river running through and the most amazing monastery building and grounds. I arrived and there was Pia coming out of her condo that faced the wheat fields and the lush forests beyond.

It’s amazing how we got introduced. Beatriz, in Houston, is my friend I used to dance paneurythmy. Go to http://www.geocities.com/paneuritmia/eindex.html to see an explanation.(don't be fooled by everyone being dressed in white. I do not understand why they are all in white and are sometimes called "The White Brotherhood") I called Beatriz a few days ago, to ask who would know about contacts in Europe. Beatriz gave me Ardella’s email in CA. I emailed Ardella and after saying I was in Germany, Ardella gave me Pia’s email. I emailed Pia and Pia who doesn’t check email so often, saw my email immediately,and an hour later we were on the phone speaking to each other as though we knew each other forever.

Pia comes from Holland and now lives in this village. She has her own music studio where she teaches piano and harp and singing to a throng of students. She had never met Ardella, however she has felt so magnetized to panuerythmy that she is learning it, to be able to teach it, and has a myriad of books and CD’s. Paneurythmy seems not so known or practiced except for Bulgaria (originated) California and British Columbia. Pia and I, both are interested in the dance of paneurythmy, but not in the religion organized around it.

I told Pia, that the reason I love paneurythmy is because:1. I got my sense of smell back and as we danced it, I could smell the rich scents of spring in the park…many,many scents. I also felt light in my body and a lightness about life. This was an incredible gift to me. Pia is discovering miracles for herself, also. Some people have found that they gravitate towards eating healthfully and loose unneeded weight.

So after a tea and listening to Pia play a paneurthmy tune on her grand piano, we ventured to the other side of town. She proudly showed me her dutch bicycle. She said,”do you know what makes dutch bicycles so unique and special. Watch!” And she mounted her bicycle and said, “I’m riding like the queen of Holland” And she did look very royal in her traditional German dress, long hair, sitting up high with her back totally erect. (an common complaint I’ve had about bicycles, is I can’t keep my posture erect while riding)

Our journey across the town was totally magical…crossing the flowing river, the people with such gentle faces and happy countenances, the parks and forests, the abundance of flowers in everyone’s gardens…and we arrived at her music studio. By that time I felt the short night’s sleep, so when she showed me the room upstairs that all the children longed to see, and there was blue covered mattress with a dozen flower shaped pillows, I felt like Sleeping Beauty as I nestled in the pillows for a 20 minute doze.

Pia and I danced paneurythmy in her studio and once again as we were dancing, I began to smell the most wonderful smells. Sometimes I wonder if some of the smells come from somewhere else, somewhere outside of the room, from other places and times, because there is such a variety.

Soon after Pia walked me to the train station, where I took the bahn back to Munich and there I bought a ticket to Salzburg, at the counter from a man who said, “why go to Salzburg to have fun, just come home with me!” Hmmmm, I thought…paneurythmy is opening up all of my energy centers! I’m attracting. He’s picking it up.

On August 18-20th, there will be a huge paneurythmy gathering in Bulgaria, 1,000 people or more dancing in a mountain valley. It’s in the Rila mountains where paneurythmy originated, was first divinely inspired. Pia said to me ,”Why not go there?” This lingered with me. I know that paneurythmy is one of the dances I want to dance every day at The Jewel.

THE INSIDER'S JOKE








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Hahahahahaha! After I wrote the title above, I realized that I had put the word, "Joke" in the title and the campervan is called a Westfalia Club Joker.

So, invevitably we think or assume SOMETHING about how life is going to go! And I have been writing to you about wonderful Robin who joined me on this adventure!

She and I are great friends. When I sensed I was approaching the time of departure to Spain, she took my cat Kali. And Kali became part of the Charlie and Kali duo.
Robin, by honoring herself and what she is being guided to say or do and out of her free spirit, I've learned alot about listening. I receive many messages, many sign posts out of what she speaks. I was pulled to swim in the apartment swimming pool by Robin one hot June day, and afterwards I realized that on that day, being in the water was the only remedy for relieving what I choose to call ascension symptoms. It was in the water that for the first time my feet felt soothed and my body, the feeling of weightlessness.

Robin brings little gifts that carry timeless messages. She brought back a little card today with two frogs in a garden looking ready to leap and a robin sitting on a nearby post. She is the Robin, about to fly, and I am the Frog Princess and the other is the Frog Prince, just about to meet!

So after several days of exploring what her inner guidance was saying, she realized that for her, it was time to go to London and Dublin. She had been speaking about these places, since she arrived. For her, Venice, London and Dublin are her perfect landing spots. And she is letting herself have her dreams. So today marked another great shift, and the possibility of dreams fulfilled for us all. Robin bird took flight for London, and I, Frog Princess continues with the journey to the Jewel.

We surmised that the angels sent me Robin to accompany me, just long enough to have me realize that I have the angels with me all of the time. It was an angel's inside joke. I thought that Robin would be coming with me to Spain and helping me to drive.
Again, hahahaha, I've always been the independant,"I can do it,sort!" Last time I rented a Smart Car in Spain, and although the Smart Car and I started our relationship like beings from two totally unrelated planets, in the end, the Smart Car got its way and I got my way! And that's when the Smart car and I had an unbelievably good jolly time! Of course, I listened carefully to Smart Car and followed its instructions, after first trying to do it MY WAY!

THE GENERAL!




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A bee just landed on my hand as I type...honey for the bee! It poured rain the last few days and today it's silently overcast. The Miracles are always pouring down. To keep in touch with the miraculous side of your life on planet earth, I highly reccomend you read the latest alert written August 2nd on whatsuponplanetearthThese alerts are very positive messages by someone who feels the opportunity that the shifting on our planet is providing for us. What are we to focus on: what's wrong with planet earth and in our lives, OR what we are grateful for! I choose focusing on what I'm grateful for. And sometimes I get caught in the web of illusion and give up my dreams for some time or moments. And that's exactly what happened since the last time I wrote:

A few days ago, I surmised that since certain supports didn't seem to be appearing for me to purchase the van, that it was time to go to plan B, and rent a car to drive down to Spain. Well, thank goodness, I called my mentor! Late at night I called my mentor, and she gave me marching orders, so to speak. So I woke up! Hey universe! I AM THE GENERAL and this is what I SAY: I will be in The Jewel by August 12th! And that's definite! And I will have the campervan, the house on my back, to provide with me shelter and nurturing wherever I go.

So I got a kick in the butt...plan B ? hahahahahahahaha...
I've just been stopping myself from having Plan A be the ONE!
So I realized that I had listened to old messages of the past, just because I didn't see certain evidence of supports in the moment.
My mentor said, "you say that you have only 3 days to make this happen. I say that 3 days is A LOT OF TIME! " "You're listening to the reasoning of your education of the past."

And she said a lot more, which I will share in certain moments. So that night I spoke with her, I was up til 3:30am, calling people who were still in waking state in North America. I had some amazing conversations, some discoveries which were total surprises.

And the next morning, I woke up being a General, and after breakfast, I got into masculine mode: so I pulled out the maps and my calendar and Robin and I began plotting the timing of the journey to the Jewel. Then I went to the telephone and started figuring out through conversations with people in Germany and the U.S. , how to have money wired to the seller of the van. And for the first time in my life I asked for financial support for the project. And almost the first person I asked turned out to be the one who was holding the space to provide the support. Now I have the loan coming to purchase the van. I remember that Karen Bishop said, if you really know what you want and you know exactly why you want it, what for, you will manifest it.

And then I asked the seller to agree to receive the funds by wire transfer (at first he wanted cash) and he agreed.

Every time I called on the phone or Skype, I smiled before I had any reason to smile. Remember this practice. I celebrated the outcome before it even happened. Then whatever happened, I was totally able to be comfortable with it.

By nightime, I had several conversations with Klaus to clarify details with the seller (who doesn't speak English) and I attempted to leap to the next set of questions..about requesting the seller deliver it to me on Saturday (if the money arrived by then) and I could feel on the other end of the line, that this kind of question was over the top for someone like Klaus, who was thinking and speaking in English after not practicing for ten or twenty years. I laughed and said, forget about it! It's clear we are at a stopping point for tonight. And also when someone becomes weary, its time to shift!