“Only Love is real — everything else is Illusion” — David Icke
Sitting on the top of the highest peak in the region one early morning, I watch the sun rising above the mountain tops. It is an experience that takes my breath away. Completely in awe, an incredible feeling of joy and gratitude washes over me the moment the sun comes up and coats my visible reality with a luminescent orange glow. My two companions and I watch with bated breath. No words are spoken but we know that we will always carry this moment in our hearts to remember love, joy, freedom and beauty in times of mental dips. I am truly blessed.
I am Jasmine, an ascension student on the road and my teachers have gifted me with the assignment of being in service to others on a small and very remote farm/healing centre high in the Sierra Nevada mountains in the south of Spain to learn “the tools of the trade” so to speak for our future Ascension Centers. It is my intention to keep you updated about my insights, ideas and experiences as we go along.
This farm is situated on the slopes of a mountain peak, overlooking a rocky mesa and is surrounded by alpine forests, grazing lands for goats and horses, craggy rock formations and other high peaks. The mesa is inhabited by a few farmers who live kilometers away from each other. The only sounds come from the few farm animals, the birds, and the crickets and grasshoppers chirping away in the blazing heat of this Andalusian summer.
I feel embraced by Gaia in her purest expression. She is surrounding me with attributes of such beauty I do not have the words to describe them. No matter how many times I behold the scenery around me, it never fails to fill me with love and gratitude for being here.
The farmer we are working for has chosen for a life of simplicity, off the grid and mostly self sufficient. There are no such luxuries as running hot water, fridge, washing machine, or gas cooker. However, the 28 hectares of land have four springs providing the house and the fields with the purest of mountain water. There are forests around to supply us with wood for the stove. The farmer keeps a few goats for the milk and chickens for eggs. Since the crop is not ready to be harvested, our fresh produce comes from the nearest village which is a three hour hike to the valley below. We often enjoy conserves made from the vegetables and fruit of the previous years. Occasionally, a neighbor brings us some fresh supplies when he goes to town by car.
That town is the starting point for the trek up the mountain for most everyone who comes to work here. The views are so beautiful that you easily forget the heavy load you are lugging on your back on this 10K hike. There is a general consensus that having to hike up to this place is an experience hardly anyone would have wanted to miss. The trek is an adventure on its own, leading you up the mountain over an ancient Roman road through pine forests and along some sheer cliffs, and taking you to the entrance of the mesa on which the farm is situated. The scenic views change around every corner and give you a beautiful impression of this vast and mostly uninhabited mountain range.
I am sharing this experience with my fellow ascension student Amber and in the few weeks that we have been here, we have seen quite some wonderful beings come and go. Some people come here to meditate, to reset and to find healing, doing a few hours of “recreational activity” daily (as the farmer calls the work) in exchange for three meals a day and a place to sleep. Others dream of having their own piece of land one day and just want to gather some experience. Some love to do volunteer work and lend a helping hand to whoever needs it. A few are at a loss as to what to do next in their lives and for some it is just an alternative summer holiday experience. Whatever the reasons for coming here or the duration of your stay, this place changes you.
Everyone we have had the pleasure to meet so far has been very willing to put in hours of work everyday, which begins at the crack of dawn and goes on until after sunset. It starts and ends with milking the five goats that provide the farm with milk to make kefir and cheese. Besides the preparation and maintenance of the beds for the crops, there is an intricate irrigation system that requires constant careful attention. It starts high in one of the springs from where multiple hoses run down the hill over hundreds of meters to provide water for the sprinklers — no pumps, just gravity. We look after the farm animals and help with the food preparation (our daily dose of fresh life force food comes from salads made of fresh herbs I carefully pick in the fields every evening, together with any edible flowers I can find). A lot of time is spent walking to and from the widespread fields up and down the mountain slopes.
The latest group of volunteers seemingly appeared out of the blue, four of them a week “early,” but at a time they were needed most. On our own, Amber and I could not possibly have carried out all the work that needed to be done very urgently. In one week’s time the leaking irrigation pool got renovated and many overgrown planting beds were readied for planting the dozens and dozens of tomatoes, cabbages, pumpkins, chard, and more that had been waiting to be put into the ground since mid May.
There is incredible love binding the “workers” together into a tightly knit group where everyone is a teacher and a student, appreciative of everything we can learn from each other or teach by example.
I do have my moments of identifying with the absolute lack of any hygiene in the house and especially in the kitchen, as the farmer has his very own ways of going about food preparation and storage. But there is always someone around to remind me of the beauty of our surroundings or the gentle and loving way we interact with each other to help me see once more what is real and what is not.
The farmer himself is a great teacher as his set ways and need to control his environment are bringing my very own “darkest” parts to the surface to be transformed. And with so much love surrounding all of us, he is also starting to change, is more open to listen to other people’s input, and has softened considerably since we’ve been here. We’re seeing the Flower of Life in action!
I feel a deep connection with Gaia and joy fills my being when I work in the fields. It’s wonderful to see the crops grow every day. All the tasks (planting, watering, weeding, etc.) are an active meditation for me and have helped me a great deal to relax and feel happy with where and what I am in this moment. Even though the work can be hard — digging in the bone dry earth under the blazing sun (it hardly ever rains here between April and September) — the companionship amongst the “crew” more than makes up for any physical hardship.
Obviously, there is a whole lot to learn on a practical level alone, especially since I’ve never worked on a farm before — from milking goats to setting up and maintaining complex irrigation systems — and I am deeply grateful for the way the farmer and each of the beautiful souls coming to work here has his or her very own gift to share with the whole. There is quite a learning curve to be had for most and then you find that there is one with an extensive knowledge about gardening and irrigation and another who has worked in construction and can advise with the restoration of the well.
And some are here just to share their love it seems. Whatever they do and wherever they go, a huge smile and a twinkle in their eyes are lighting up their faces which helps us to remember the active ingredients of love, joy, freedom, truth, and life in case we might get caught up in mental fields. Even if people might not say it with these exact words, these active ingredients are what is most important for everyone here. Life is a celebration and with the attributes surrounding us and the people we are sharing these experiences with, it is near to impossible to see it any other way.