The Church Bell And The Vineyards

The chickens woke me up. I won't lie. That rooster is hard to ignore! But I was sleepy and rolled over. I pulled the warm covers tight.

That was my 'snooze' button. I had forgotten that it was Sunday and I am in the countryside in France. The church bells kept ringing until i woke up. They rang straight for five minutes.

I don't go to mass like I used to. And I certainly give a very small fraction of what I used to give when I go. For example, the first mass I went to on this trip was part of a grape harvest festival in a small town.

It was charming. A marching band made a parade through town, followed by winemakers. They stopped in front of several houses and businesses and played Dixieland Jazz. Then there was mass. This is an image from the mass that I enjoyed most--watch the hat and the stick:

After mass, the parade continued to the steps of City Hall! With joyful music and lots of picture-taking by the crowd, we walked to a courtyard nearby. Four people were given certificates as winemakers. One of them was the priest.

There was a small tasting party with cookies, wine, orange juice and water. Everyone was very kind. After a break for lunch and siesta, the party returned by boat--yes, a 'parade on a boat'--to a glass-enclosed living wine museum. There, after another wine taste of rose wine, we marched together singing to a corner where all the grapes were ripe. We cut the grapes traditionally, by hand. People with baskets underneath caught the grapes, and when the baskets were full poured the fruit into the 'hotte', a huge 'backpack basket'.

The 'hotte' went right to the press. There was a manual 'initial breaking' of the grapes, and then a large crank wine press. The grape juice ran freely, and everyone could have as much as they wanted to taste. It was not pretty but tasted beautiful.

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There was a lot of bonding at the 'grape harvest festival' or 'Vendage'. All of the physical work and cooperation fostered 'team building'.

My friends I visit are descendants of wine makers. I have been many times to wine museums with them, and to the places to watch wine get made. I was surprised my friend used to wear a pump on his back and spray 'sulfur' on the plants when he was a teen. I was also surprised that his wife, my other close friend, used to harvest grapes. When a lot of people came to town to help, the area took about three weeks to harvest. Now, only two wineries harvest by hand. The rest are harvested by machine.

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Yesterday was the highlight of our trip. My son got to drive a tractor and do work with it. The family has a garden in the vineyard. I have seen two other gardens before this. They were in sandy soil. This was not a good year for gardening because of a large hailstorm in June. The rocky soil garden is in the middle of grapes as far as you can see. The weeds are growing better than the plants!

I know. I bent over like they show in the paintings, and picked up very small onions as my friend's wife used the pitch fork to loosen the soil. We did almost one full row, and got a reuseable shopping bag almost full. We also harvested beets. The carrots were too small, and stuck in the clay soil. The pitch fork couldn't go in.

As the tractor went back and forth trimming the weeds, she showed me the scars on the trees from the hailstorm. Large marks were left where bark had been torn off. The trees were full of disease, too. They were expensive. She was deeply saddened.

I knew this garden. It has never thrived. But this time, I was moved to help with Reiki and Light.

I hugged the trunk of a thin fruit tree. My grandfather and godfather (the same person, two roles), worked the orchards back in the old country in Sicily. I knew plants because of his lifestyle. (He used to make his own wine, too). 

As I hugged the tree, warm blue Goddess energy came up from Gaia. It came right up through my legs, into my arms, into the tree. I gently let the tree know it was loved. That this family was very kind. And I wanted the tree not to suffer, but to heal.

Then the faeries showed up.

They were confused because of all the grapes growing around this tiny garden. They didn't know what to do.(I felt like the faeries were not 'welcome' with the grapes somehow.)

I was surprised by this comment. I gently 'told' them telepathically that this garden has never thrived, and that the family who needs it to eat could use their help. 

Then the faerie Queen showed up. She gave me a glass of tonic for my healing too. (I won't go into the details--it is personal but was accurate and timely.) I drank it.

Suddenly I understood what to do for the poor trees! I hugged or 'touched and examined' each one, and gave Reiki. The trees responded beautifully to the loving energy. I also at each one drew up the blue Goddess energy and 'connected' it to the Golden Goddess Spiral energy to protect it. 

Out of nowhere, the spirit of Joan of Arc came up with her horse. She was on foot. I have seen a lot of folks from the other side, but this one caught me off guard. She was small, and straight forward, very serious. She asked me what it was exactly that I was asking for. I 'sensed' that she wanted me to spread the healing PAST the garden and into the fields that surrounded it. I made the healing more 'wide'. She offered to assist the land in any way she can. And then she left.

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Later I walked through the grape vines with the others. They showed me leaves with little green bumps on them. 'The maladie'. I understood.

'Alcohol is a poison' Wes Annac wrote about 'the occasional glass of wine'. He'd never touch it.

Is it?

Spiritually, all sources I have researched have said a small glass of wine sometimes with dinner, organic if possible, is good for the health and certainly not harmful for the spirit.

Medically, this small glass of wine makes a fatty reaction in the liver. More than three glasses of wine a day will lead to cirrhosis, which is irreversible damage of the liver.

The church promotes 'bread and wine'. Yet there is gluten in the bread and nowadays pesticide in the wine.

Is it safe?

I think it depends. For my body, which is from generations of farmers, I do okay with french bread and wine. I don't eat them every day. My body is 'plant based'. ; ) For others, who are more 'meat based', it might indeed be poison for them.

Thank you Wes Annac for making me look past the history of my family, and of this area, to see the influence of the cabal in church, wheat, and wine-making. It is there, undeniably so.

And through the same heart center, I can appreciate how it has become a part of our humanity, to live with the land. There IS no right or wrong that causes separation--because ultimately we are ONE to figure out what is best for Gaia, and for Us with respect to wine and gluten.

I am so glad I healed the land yesterday. After the healing I saw so much more Life at my feet. Spiders, grasshoppers, even some bees!

Is wine poison? Is it poison for the body? It can be, if taken in excess. Alcoholism can really destroy families. Growing wine was poison for my friend's cousin. He has so much metastatic disease that the incision has been seeded with mets.

Are the fields of grapes and wheat and sunflowers hurting Gaia? I don't know. But I do know I asked for help in healing the land, and Spirit 'showed up'.

These are the kind of issues we are going to face together after Ascension; Gaia really needs our help and all of us are going to take some time to help all of the life on earth and in the oceans.

Yesterday I could hear the church bell ringing all the way up in the fields. I think this confirms the 'connection behind the scenes' that might not be so 'Light'. Soon we  will know the truth and what to do about it. As more and more 'awaken', the Light will expose all that is hidden.

Aloha and mahalo,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Lightwork In The Loire Valley, Day Two

Here is a boat on the River Loire, the only wild river in France

Today began with breakfast as usual, black coffee in a large bowl, french bread, and homemade jam. We packed into the car for a day of sightseeing, with the picnic in the back for lunch at the chateau (castle).

Our first stop was a place I explained I would never wish to visit--the small town of San Quentin. At home, it was the name of a prison for notorious criminals. But my friend said, 'no, it is a beautiful town' and we stopped for fifteen minutes. The church locked, but we walked around until he opened the gate to the cemetery. It looked like this:

On the other side of the wall on the right was the 'new area' for more internments. I was guided to raise the energy in blessing 'for all the new ones who were going to go there'. A lilac-gold vortex formed in the grass. Then, between the church and the cemetery, was a small monument to the townspeople who were lost at war. There were many from WWI and only two from WWII. Again, I was guided to heal through this object. A very light lime green and gold vortex formed. It was small.

Next we stopped at a 'pyramid'. It was a landmark deep in the forest between not two but three roads that cross at that site. I felt a lot on energy moving through me at this site. I felt intense multidimensional grounding to the earth. The Gold energy of the sky blasted through my head and sank deep into the roots through my feet. Gaia felt 'thirsty'. At the same time, light blue energy coursed up through me to meet the sky. Once the two energies established, a new golden pink energy took over the vortex that was spinning. I had to catch my breath and ground after that. I found my water bottle and had some to drink.

Back in the car, we drove to Loches. It is a beautiful town with an imposing castle which has a huge dungeon attached. As you can imagine, there was a great deal of work to be done.

The first was Agnes Sorell, the mistress to king Charles, who was married to Anne of Britain. She died at twenty five from mercury poisoning. She is buried in the church at Loches. She is famous for her great beauty.

Her spirit was there. She asked for a drop of something that is special to me. It is not blood, although that is special to me too. She asked me 'to do it for Love' and guided me where to put it.

I apologize for the blurry image, but this is what she wanted on her railing.

There were several places in the castle that took my breath away (dark energy). The photos did not turn out well, and I am not sure if there were any orbs or not. I will post them separately if there are.

Next was a short walk away, the dungeon. This is a building made of stone that is over thirty meters tall! Many prisoners were kept in there. And torture. There were entire rooms dedicated to 'questioning'. As I walked up the stairs, the big wooden ones on  the outside to enter, I heard my guides say over and over, 'we are with you'. I did not have fear, and I had no expectation.

As luck would have it, the guys took off, and I ended up in some room with all kinds of things scratched into the walls by humans who were imprisoned and suffering. I climbed up the stairs to the roof which was very high, and I was guided to help these souls cross. I made the white vortex. And no one was coming near the light!

One, came forth suddenly. He was pushed by the rest. I spoke with him, and he went up. As he was leaving he called over his shoulder to the others that it was safe! The rest slowly came forward. I have never seen such terrified souls in my life! They didn't know whether up was down and black was white they were so tortured and beaten down. One came, and I will never forget this: he knelt down and kissed my hand. I felt what he felt! Oh my God, the relief of that poor man!! It was incomprehensible suffering for a long time. Centuries! The others started to 'go', many saying 'goodbye' in French and waving and eager to move on. I could hear the waiting families on The Other Side getting excited and celebrating when their loved ones came. Everything else in the building got 'Lighter' in the energy. I felt better, because the energy that was in that place was hard on me, too. (They are still going up--Spirit will close it when everyone has had a chance to 'go' to Heaven.)

Here is a link to some excellent images of this castle: http://www.patrimoine-histoire.fr/Patrimoine/Loches/Loches-Donjon.htm

The Chateau Loches is of historical significance. I stood in the room where Jeanne D'Arc (Joan of Arc) made a plea to convince the Dauphin to let her fight for him and put him back on the throne. I never felt her energy, but here is an image of her to close this post.

I like her, Jeanne D'Arc. She saw God and did something about it. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 : )))



A bientot,
Aloha and mahalo,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. I just saw a map of the places listed here--St Quentin, The Pyramid, and Loches--it makes a perfect equlateral triangle.