 Midnight June 9th, 2014...the vibrant music, the cosmic birthday celebrations and the dance steps had come to an end on the pedanta platform at the Tuscan Villa and yet, as I stepped outside in the dark in the olive groves, I could still hear the subtle rhythm of the lingering inner musical masterpiece we have been weaving together for an entire week at la Chiara, the place of the New Light. I felt my bare feet clinging to the different textures of this sacred ground as if new patterns and grooves emerged from inside the soles ofmy feet to anchor in the New Renaissance codes we all have been downloading into these bodies. The stillness in the air breathed me into herself. My eyes projected diffused orange light into the Tuscan hills in the distance admiring the extra glowing effect of the moon above as she was slowly waving her smiles over my head from her breathtaking midnight blue gondola. Lightning bugs added fireworks sparkles to this special summer's night charm and a few appointed birds offered just the right pitch for the musical tones I was to hear next. In their circle gathering earlier in the day, the Magicians of Tuscany had decided that this was not the end, only the beginning of a new found freedom to simply move about as Pure Light emanating itself from within in each space available for transformation. They knew ahead that what they have set to do here has not been done before... it has taken more than courage, a bold inner trust to follow a continuous flow of inspiration moment by moment and weave new forms of expression with each other ( for example... when one began to speak, another would start to see a glimpse of what is to be done next, and yet another pieced an old puzzle in consciousness perhaps while the rest of them simply witnessed the magnificence of these new ways of being and becoming. ) When I was finally falling asleep late at night, I felt pure contentment. I had been watching these magnificent magicians at work and play and my awe had expanded into great admiration. Some knew each other from before the journey, and some only knew they had to come together as a group like this, less structure more ease and flow each day. My eyelids were gently closing when all our shared moments of creating magic in the moment started to parade through my awareness like pulses of light contracting towards the center and expanding more and more until every pore of my being drank in all the beauty that had somehow remained hidden to my senses through the day. SUZ - I saw Suz again in my inner eye as she was slowly walking on the road near the villa holding a metal rose in her cupped hands. Her face was illumined with a pink glow and her heart flooding the road with a blinding light. I had passed her by in speechless awe and giggled at my mind's sudden wondering if she had asked Corrindo to disassemble the chandelier in the lounge. And yet I knew that was not the case. She had just called forth her own passion rose of the heart to hold and cherish eternally. BRENDA |