Things have changed up here on this remote farm in the Sierra Nevada. The group of people that seemingly appeared out of nowhere — the four student friends and the two young men from England and Hungary respectively — have left again after a bit more than a week. We are very grateful that we were able to carry out all the “heavy duty” projects like repairing the leaking watering pool, preparing the planting beds and planting the dozens and dozens of potted vegetables with that amazing group of beings.
As always, changing geometries does have an impact. Not having the whole gang around took some getting used to, as there was a chemistry binding us all into a very tight unit from the get go where the active ingredients flowed freely. We were family. They brought life into our space with their ever present laughter, joyful bantering, and the expertise of the two young men as they made light of hard work. There was always someone around to keep you company on the fields or give you some expert advice.
This last week I have found myself mostly on my own, going about my main job of making sure the irrigation system is working and the whole crop is watered for a few hours every day, starting right after I greet the rising sun in the morning. There is always a clogged up sprinkler nozzle to clean, air bubbles in a hose to be vented out, or a sprinkler installation to be moved to another bed, etc. Taking into account that the fields are many hundreds of meters apart, much of the time goes into walking up and down the hill, adjusting a sprinkler here, unclogging a nozzle there, and checking the water level in the pool many times a day as this happens to be an exceptionally hot and dry summer.
I had been taught well. The young Hungarian who stayed here for a short while had become my trusted buddy and teacher within a few short days. His knowledge about organic farming and irrigation proved to be invaluable and was a well of inspiration for me. We not only shared our deep love for Gaia and a childlike wonderment and enjoyment in seeing the crop flourish and grow every day under our loving care, but also found that we thought and felt very much the same on many levels.
This young man had come here to gain some experience in community farming, and his stay helped him very quickly to form a clear vision of his dream: to obtain a piece of land in his home country in order to build his own eco-farm with a handful of people committed to create a new paradigm based on love, freedom, and equality, something I’d envisioned for myself before I stepped onto the ascension path.
In many ways, I could see myself in him and it felt like we’ve known each other for eons. As such, verbal communication became more and more redundant. Yes, we did talk about practical things when the need arose, but much of our time was spent in wordless communication: beholding the scenery around us, hiking up a mountain peak in the evening to watch the sunset, or just carrying out our tasks together, knowing instinctively what needed to happen at any given moment. Makes working together a lot more efficient, I tell you!
And this was a new experience for me, at least with another “human being.” Expressing thoughts and feelings through the Akene, understanding perfectly what “the other” wanted to say without the need to complicate things by trying to find the right words, these things became moments to be treasured.
In my first blog, A Deep Connection With Gaia, I tried to give words to what I feel when the sun rises above the mountain tops or vanishes behind the horizon when the cycle shifts again. Words, however, invariably fall short. There is a plethora of feelings that wash over me every single time for which there simply are no words. What a blessing it is, therefore, to share these experiences with an “other” by simply sitting in silence together, and, when looking into each other’s eyes, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that whatever you’re feeling is transmitted and understood perfectly on a level the mind is unable to grasp.
Whereas the departure of this beautiful teacher initially filled me with a feeling of loss — I’m still caught up in the illusion of separation — I quickly understood the perfect timing of his stay and the beautiful gift he came here to share with me of something I had only known in theory up to now: Akeneic communication. As such, it is very easy to “go back” to those akeneic moments and revisit any of them to cheer me up instantly if a mental field threatens to invade my peaceful state of being.
Regardless of his own reasons for seeking out this particular spot on Earth in that moment of time, I would like to believe that he was here to give me the experience of what I envision for all of humanity when Lemuria has risen again and New Earth is a manifested reality — a reality solely based on the active ingredients of love, joy, freedom, truth, and life, where everyone is able to communicate through the Akene, forgoing all the misunderstandings that so easily happen with verbal communication.
Above all, it was a teaching in Love and about Love. Imzaia! Untainted, uncomplicated, unconditional. Love for self, love for “the other”, love for All That Is. I feel incredibly blessed.