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In all the journeys so far, a key aspect of starting the work, is the introduction to the land.

For me, before I set off into the sky, I say thank you to the land I was about to leave behind, honouring the elementals and guardians of the land, and thanking them for the wisdom. Once the crew complete their cross check, I silently ask permission to the guardians of the skies to give us safe passage through their territory. Of course once we are back on land I thank those very same guardians for protecting us on the journey, and honour them for their service. Maybe there are these unseen guardians, maybe they do not exist, whatever the truth, honouring and thanking that which helped us through that moment, will do no harm.

And so when I arrived in Rome, I said hello to the local energies, local guardians of this new territory, and asked with humility and reverence passage into their space. I introduced myself explaining that the information I bring is for the highest good of the land, that codes from many other terriories travel with me, in order to make an exchange. An exchange, where I will not take willfully, but will honour the places and spaces, and hopefully any new codes can then go back with me to my place of origin.

This exchange with the unseen world, has become a habit now for the past 4 years. I guess this is my form of prayer, my form of honouring the energies that I am now asked to work with, and within the unseen an exchange happens.

And so…. the plan for the day was to visit the Catacombs San Marcellina E Pietro, and the Mausoleum of St. Elena.

This visit was to help us remember one aspect of our trip, that we were to connect with the Marian energies, who in times past, have visited these lands.

And so…we explored the underworld, just to be born again when once more we were on the surface.

As we travelled through the passages of the catacombs, we could not help but remember our time in the Serapeum in Egypt. Our minds cast back to the emotions and sensations we experienced there. On this day however we also reminded ourselves that when the followers of Christ, these places would have been the very spaces where they could meet. Of course, back then it would have been filled with the stench of the bodies mixed with the burning oil of the small lanterns.

As our guide was telling us about the still intact paintings in the various caverns build for the wealthiest members of the community….we imagined how some of these very symbols could have been a signs and symbols that our early faithful would have used to meet. We imagined how perhaps Mary and the followers of Christ who fled from their lands, came together following these symbols. Recognising each other just by their very presence, acknowledging each other in silence, as they lit an oil lamp for the person interred there.

It was interesting that when our guide did start to talk about the symbology of the paintings, John the Baptist, Christ, the myricals of turning bread into wine, etc…the light would go out. Our guide was telling us how the lights were on a timer, but if that was the case…why then in some spaces the light stayed on longer?! As a group we silently acknowledged the signs, smiled to ourselves and continued our pilgramage amid the hallways.

For me it was also interesting to note, how the energies shifted as we moved around in the space. In some areas I could feel a heavier energetic presence, where in other places it went to a neutral experience. There were areas where the smell of earth and remnants of what used to be placed there was stronger, in other places less so. As if my senses were connecting with the environment more, as if in times long gone more people have honoured or venerated that area.

And as we continued our journey, once more I said thank you to all those who through their very existance and passing have imacted our world. I thanked the spirits and reminded them that should they wish to fully pass on and not linger, they could do so.

With our visit complete, on the hill of the laurels, we made our way to the Vatican, the area which will see us expanding our work connecting with the keys, once the group was fully formed.

And because the world of men is more important than anything else, instead of us being able to walk across the square, we were told “thou shall not pass” by the local police. The president elect of Poland was doing his press engagement in the square, and so we had to divert our path because politics once more became the barrier to enlightenment. I guess this was an amazing metaphore to the christians present in the square, or rather a stark reminder that the very icon they were venerating was crucified because of the politics unfolding way back when…. And so instead of being able to enjoy our crossing of St Peter Sqaure, we had to take our detour, because a human who had no power before being elected, was now too precious, and needed protection. And so with those observations made….our path continued….

Our next stop was the Museum of the Vatican and the Sistine Chapel where we could connect with many art pieces from accross the globe, but also as our first connection with the inner sanctum of Rome. This museum holds 70,000 pieces and as a visitor you can admire up to about 20000 of those art works.

This was my second visit at the museum, and just like the first time, we went with a purpose andit was not to look at every piece of art displayed, but to connect with the sympbology of some of the pieces and simply to be between the walls. Where the pine cone reminded us of the pineal gland, the very centre of our human brain, where all visions come to be, our 3rd eye to the world.

In the Sistine Chapel, a marvelous dysplay of art and talent, is mostly visited for the paintings of Michaelangelo Buonarotti, and yet so many other artists contributed to this magnificent gallery. “It was executed by a team of painters made up initially of Pietro Perugino, Sandro Botticelli, Domenico Ghirlandaio and Cosimo Rosselli, assisted by their respective shops and by some closer assistants among whom Biagio di Antonio, Bartolomeo della Gatta and Luca Signorelli stand out.”( The Sistine Chapel).

What many visitors fail to realise, that although it is an art gallery, this is in fact a working chapel, a place of worship, and therefore silence and reverence is requested of you when you enter. And yet, as with all human spaces, this too became a place where money informs what you are allowed to do or not, and so no images are allowed to be taken by the public.

This space is full with so much history and detail, that it is impossible to take in all that it has to offer. It is a busy space where bodies cram in, hoping to get a glimpse of the ceiling. For me, this time, was about taking a seat at the side and introspectively asking that it reverts to its true purpose. To link back in the network of places and spaces that provide rest and comfort for those who seek peace and wish for that connection with their inner sanctum. This chapel is also significant because the cardinals come here to pray when the conclave comes together. And so… as place of power, it was befitting to ask the guardians of the place, to help in that re-connection with the light grid of Gaia, so that once more it will not be just about the art, but anchored this while area back to that which is needed for the future generations. The consciousness grid of Gaia is re-igniting, and so with our presence, we became the accupuncture needle to release what was needed fro the space, and reconnect it to the enery, transforming it.

And so our visit complete we were able to descend back into the real world,

This day was going to go late into the night, as the rest of our group joined us for the first activation.