The Magicians of Tuscany ...and the anatomy of our mystical retreat

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 was still standing on her balcony facing the Tuscan hills of wonder, smelling of most intoxicating jasmine fragrance, her face transfigured by the orange sunset light show. She was continually emanating her exquisite experience of now. She had become the eternal fairy queen she was born to embody. 

LISA's presence emerged next into a well-formed memory of loving the black Tuscan kitten as her own and being loved back so dearly that her tears of joy watered many gardens of inter-dimensional relationship gaps. I was deeply touched as if my inner being had been kissed by yet another gentle Tuscan rose. 

ANDRIANA walked in the splendor of her celestial body setting us as star jewels within the crown of Sovereignty and Royal Elegance. Both audible and silent songs we received from her Being rearranged cellular memories into new starry clusters of undreamed potential. 

SANTARI sang his cosmic dragon heart out to the flowers, people and places directing the course of all new realities to connect and gracefully merge into the now. His cosmic birthday window pulled us all into a vortex of claiming and celebrating all seen and unseen events of a grand mystical week in Tuscany. 

MARY - Soon after I saw Mary move about as sweetness and gentleness personified. She could translate any moment in consciousness as a melodious,  lovable and charming reality. I couldn't get enough of hugging her loving Self. 

KRISTA paused to gather and  realize all the loose pieces within our mystical butterfly journey and then she declared them complete. Transcending all time lines and spaces, all required stories had been fulfilled within this week of illuminating splendor. 

KA - Kathryne (oh, leave it to K) walked on and off the grid as she set off to appease the old bloodlines offering her sweet loving essences as most enticing vibrational gifts to thirsty ancient mouths of history.  Was there enough play to be had in Tuscany? Yes, of course... Kathryne made sure of it overseeing the flow of our interconnectedness each day. 

JODY - Then...Everywhere I looked, Jody was capturing the essence of beauty rebirthing itself in endless forms ( breathtaking rolling Tuscan hills, quiet meadows, companion cats and dogs, roses galore, chapels, the daily shows of light and shadow, the many faces of us redefined, and so much more). There wasn't a rock left to turn or a rose petal in want of caressing at la Chiara as this Goddess of macro photography anchored herself into the inner earth and silently pulled up the roots of needless inquiry into the whys and hows of co-creation to the max. 

JAMES (who had come along to simply hold space and be on his own in the background of the retreat) ended up creating a new journey of seeking freedom apart from a group and yet finding it within the circle. His daily reflections and gentle gestures of honoring the Divine Feminine were being recorded on the etheric pages of the new consciousness we were playfully anchoring in Tuscany. 

RAYSEEN (who hadn't physically made it to Tuscany this time) was holding the template of the New Renaissance from her end... her heart still beating to the inner song she heard so long ago, now turned to a self loving lullaby. She smiled and knew she was complete.

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