Listen for a message of ancient wisdom being transmitted to you. Engage all your senses as you receive visually, audibly, and kinaesthetically. Look to your sleeping dreamscape and your waking world for omens: you will know your message by the sensation of truth it strikes within your body and heart. - Gabriella Masala June 30th 2012. A meandering road leads my car up to a steep rocky mountain in the Gargano, the big peninsula at the eastside of the boot of Italy. I am on my way to the town Monte Sant’ Angelo for a little pilgrimage. In the fifth century after Christ the archangel Michael appeared here for the first time, and during the centuries to follow this place became one of the most important places of pilgrimage in Europe. Many great figures of European history came here. St. Peter on his journey to convert Italy to Christianity. Later many Longobard kings and queens. But also St. Francesco, Mathilde of Tuscany, Bernard of Clairveaux, Catharina of Siena, to name a few, and according to one legend even Jezus himself with his uncle Jozef of Arimatea, on their way to England. For numerous Templar knights this was one of the last places in Italy that they visited before crossing the Mediterranean to the Holy Country. They came there to swear their loyalty to Michael, their protective Saint and to ask for his protection for the last part of their journey. Deep in my heart I know already for a long time that I have to go here. About 12 years ago, in the first part of my spiritual journey, Michael appeared completely unexpected in my dreams. He made it clear to me that my life had to develop in another direction, and with his sword he separated me from relations and situations that hold me back from this. His blue mantle protected me in the transformation that followed, and I felt deeply guided by him. In that period also the double tailed mermaid appeared on my path: she put me on the road of an still on-going journey of discovery towards the Goddess and her places in the landscape and at ancient sanctuaries. In my book De glimlach van de sirene I wondered why Michael and the mermaid were so often represented together at early Christian churches: is there a connection between them? I came quite an end with answering his question, but not completely. I knew that I once had to go to the Gargano, but I just didn’t make it. Several months ago this situation started to shift. I found a picture of a church Rose with four double tailed mermaids, with intertwined tails. I saw that the Rose was in Monte Sant’ Angelo, the town of Michael. I found this picture in a period that I was, together with many others, activating sacred places in the Etruscan landscape and along the Italian parcours of the Michaels line: the energy line that goes straight through Europe, from Ireland to Jerusalem. After years of making a deep connection with the Bolsena Lake and around last autumn I travelled to Assisi, during the Peace Conference of the Pope. Then, at 11-11-11 I guided a group over the top Monte Amiata, opening and connecting some of its major places. Last spring with a group of four women we continued this work in Rome and at the Isola Martana, the female island in the Bolsena Lake, for me still the centre (omphalos) of everything. And at June 6th at the Monte Labro, next to the Amiata, I celebrated with twenty persons the Venus Transit . According to the 19th century prophet David Lazzaretti the Monte Labro was a place for the coming of the New Jerusalem. And then, in the past few years I was many times in San Galgano, a famous Abbey (and power place..) south of Siena where according to legend Michael once ordered a knight to put his sword in the rock and found a sanctuary dedicated to him. Galgano and Gargano: the resemblance had struck me already for a long time… Until three weeks ago I receive an email from a friend from South Italy who again brings the four mermaids in Monte Sant’ Angelo under my attention. I decide to go, as soon as possible. Then, during the night before my departure from Pitigliano, I receive the first dream of this pilgrimage. I am standing at the mountain of Monte Sant’ Angelo, fixing a cord of energy to the sanctuary of the Archangel, like a knight who fixes his horse to a pole. The cord starts in Tuscany and follows the Michaels line down to Puglia. When I wake up I feel that I a am on the right pat hand in the morning I drive to Puglia as if I were carried by wings. After a long ride I see the peninsula rising up from the flat land, as if it is one big rock. Very long ago it was an island and it still has a special biotope. And a special energy, like I am going to experience during my pilgrimage. With all my senses wide open I drive my car to the top of the mountain, realizing that this is a pilgrimage in luxurious style. Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims came here before me, walking, on horses or on chariots. The sensation that I have been here many, many times before, captures me. … Do they exist after all, the past lives? Arrived on top I see the white houses of Monte Sant’ Angelo. I drive under rione Iunno, the oldest part of the town, that is laying like half a moon under the newer parts, wondering if this name is connected with Iuno, the Roman Goddess of the earth and the moon, who was modelled after the Etruscan Goddess Uni. After having settled in the friendly Hotel Sant’ Angelo I go to Michaels sanctuary, just enough time left for a first acquaintance. I know that his most important place is in a cave where Michael once appeared, nowadays an underground church. The entrance is hidden behind a beautiful white church facade, guarded by a statue of the Archangel. Like I usually do I first look at the ornaments around the entrance. Next to the usual timpano with the Madonna my eye hits a serene women’s face, between ribbons of fine lace made in stone. Under one of the pillars stands an enormous Venus shell, guarded by two lions. How many of the visitors would be conscious of the fact that they are entering through a feminine gate? Above the Gate stands a remarkable text: Terribilis est Locus iste. Hic Domus Dei est et Porta Coeli (Here is a place of power. It is the House of God and a Gate to Heaven). The same text seems to be above the entrance of other famous Templar places, like the church Rennes-le-Chateau. Behind the doors no church, like you would expect, but a long meandering marble staircase down into the earth. Thousands of pilgrims left their graffiti at the walls next to the steps: hands, feet, names and symbols. Under the staircase you pass through the “Gate of the Bull’. A bull is the main actor in the legend about teh apparition of Michael, I read later. The animal had escaped the herd and obstinately remained standing next to the cave, until Michael – after a mediation through the Bishop of Siponte, a small town under the mountain, solved the situation by coming around and saying that at this place a sanctuary in his honour should be built. The bull, for centuries the partner of the Earth Goddess, had bowed before the power of a Christian Saint, a well known story of origins in early Christianity. The situation here was unique, however, because Michael according to the legend initiated the Church himself, leaving a footprint in the rock. From now on offerings with bulls were forbidden. The Eucharist assumed this role now. Behind the Gate of the Bull you enter – after having passed a high court yard – a high church, with at Michaels cave at the right side. I cautiously enter the cave, immediately an overwhelming experience. There is a mass going on , and by the priest we receive Michaels blessing poured over us. It comes out that there are celebrations the whole day through, every time for new groups of pilgrims, from several countries of Europe. Later on I find out that the day after tomorrow, the 2nd of July, is the celebration of the Madonna della Libera, the Female Protector of the Gargano. She is usually depicted with her two hands raised (the orante posture). Thus she shows that both her hands are engraved with a cross, an annunciation of the crucifixion and the ascent of her Son. Her sanctuary is at the north side of the peninsula, in Rodi Garganico. Once a seafarer was transporting her statue from Constantople to Venice but she pointed out that she wanted to stay at the Gargano, with a to-be-built Sanctuary. Is this the reason that I had to come here right now, knowing that legends like this usually refer to places where the Madonna replaced the ancient Earth Goddess? In the middle of Michaels cave I stand still, amidst praying and singing people. Then I sense something that I experience more often on comparable sacred places : my crown chakra opens itself widely, it feels as if a crown is put on my head. Enough for today, after a quick round through the cave I return to my hotel, with in my bad a newly acquired book about Michael and his town. Before starting to read it, I continue my reading of ‘The Dance of the Dragon’ about the Michaels line. Its authors,, Paul Broadhurst en Hamish Miller, travelled – together with their beloveds and two pairs of dowsing rods – along the while Michaels line, and mapped the energies of all the sanctuaries along it. They meticulously show that there are in fact two lines, weaving around each other like the two serpents of the caduceus, and coined by them the Apollo line and the Athena line. With red ears I read the chapter ‘Miracles at San Gargano’. It comes out that Apollo and Athena are crossing right in the middle of Michaels cave. And not only that, together their energies are shaped like a four petalled flower, surrounded by four other petals, everthing together about 37 cm diameter. Then I realize that it was exactly on this place that I got the ‘crown feeling’. That night I receive a second dream; it still makes me trembling, also when writing it down. I am standing on the mountain of Monte Sant’ Angelo and am sending light tot eh earth through a large mandorla-shaped cosmic gate. Then a Voice says to me: Michael is doing this already for ages. At that moment I start to realize that I am doing the same as Michael, and that he is my ‘double’. I hope you will believe me that this dream too gave me wings. Next day I return to the cave, arriving just in time for the Eucharist. The priest stands just before the fictitious flower, and I on top of it. Tears are streaming over my cheeks. The dream returns and I realize that about half a year ago I was in the nearest Apollo/Athena crossing point is in Assisi, where I did a spontaneous ceremony in St. Chiara’s church and with a group of women we opened the portal above this town during the Peace Conference of the world’s religious leaders. When Mass is finished I leave roses and Celestine crystals at some discrete spots, carriers of the heart energy with which during this last year we honoured and connected sacred places. Time for a more profound round through te cave. Hidden behind the left altar, of the Madonna, there is a smaller cave, with a small statue of Michael and the dragon in it. People throw coins in it, begging for Fortune, like they do it everywhere around the world in wells and fountains. I add some of my roses. Next to the cave stands a statue of the Trinity like I have never seen before: two heads on one body, but the Holy Spirit is missing… At its left another smaller cave, the ‘Cava delle Pietre’. Unfortunately the gate is closed, but in my guide I read that people take stones from there and bring them to their land for healing, just like Michael once freed the area from a pest epidemic. Michael is not only a light carrier, but also a great healer, I realize again. And then the oldest bishops seat, with sculptures with Michael at both sides. It stands exactly at the place where the Apollo line enters the cave, as if it marks the spot where since time immemorial the most important ceremonies were held. It immediately reminds me of the comparable seat in the back of the Chiesa St. Maria Maggiore in Tuscania (also a Templars church with mermaids on the front) where you sit right on the axis of the summer solstice, with a fountain of earth energy beneath you. I leave the cave and go outside again, it’s time to search for the four mermaids with their intertwined tails. Yesterday I couldn’t find them that quickly, but now I do. Their Rose is standing above the entrance of the church of San Pietro, a somewhat misleading name, because at the entrance you first meet the remains of an ancient Roman temple. The Rose with the mermaids is much smaller than I had thought, about 1,5 meter I guess. But this small size doesn’t make it less impressive. Together they radiate an incredible strength. According to the touristic book the Rose is made in 1602, and it symbolizes Resurrection, while the eight-pointed star in the centre of the mermaids would stand for spiritual Rebirth. That meaning seems quite plausible to me. But the Rose with the Mermaids only acquires meaning when we appreciate that they represent the feminine Earth energies, radiating in the four directions: an image of oneness and cosmic rebirth. The feminine as source of all life… Later on I read in The Dance of the Dragon that the Rose is made in the 12th Century, probably by the Templar Knights. I immediately believe this, also since there are so many double tailed mermaids on their churches along the pilgrims route in Italy, for example in Pavia, Modena, Lucca, Pienza, Aquapendente and Tuscania. These are all places along the Via Francigena, the pilgrims route through the boot of Italy, that is in turn based on ancient Etruscan pilgrims roads. The Rose here is maybe the culmination point, she stands after all at the most important place where the Templars venerated Michael. According to the authors of The Dance of the Dragon the four ladies together represent the wheel of life. The strong energy that they radiate refers directly to the energetic flower in the cave, they say, the point where Athena and Apollo cross. The Templars, they were ‘knowers’. In any case they were, like it is quite well known by now, guardians of the Mystery of the Rose, the feminine Divine energy that manifested (amongst others) in Mary Magdalene and her Sacred Marriage with Jesus, who is also known as the Rose of Sharon from the Song of Songs. Somewhere I read that the Templars also compared the cave at the Gargano with the cave under the church of the Sacred Grave in Jerusalem. It comes out that the Gate of the Mermaids is hiding precious treasures, especially in two churches behind. About the first, the Battisterio San Giovanni in Tumba, my touristic book says that it is not clear if the place was built as a grave or a baptistery. As if that would exclude each other on a place of rebirth. Inside, besides an enigmatic cave, is a remarkable ancient well, and on the columns several sculpted figures that you can often sea near church mermaids: dragons, snakes and green men, her colleagues in the representation of the Earth energy. But also an image that I didn’t see before in a Christian church and that I cannot identify yet: a woman with a drum, with next to her the face of Jezus, with a key and a keyhole. At the facade of the second church, the Chiesa St. Maria Maggiore are standing, apart from the timpano with the Madonna and Child surrounded by angels, three remarkable panels. The first one harbours a four petalled rose, surrounded by four other petals, as if here too the designers wanted to leave a sign of the special energy spot in the cave, The second one contains twenty five roses in a diversity of sots and shapes, and the third one the weaving of Eternity. I have tot hink of a dream that I had a week ago, also quite overwhelmingly big: I am weaving a web around the world, fixing roses at the crossing points of the cords. Then I leave for Peru, where I bind the net together and assist Gaia/Pacha Mama in its Ascension. Inside the hurch many remarkable frescoes, many of them with female figures. The Madonna and La Maddelena are easily recognisable. The Madonna supports her right breast with her right hand, while the Child is pointing at it with two fingers, as if He wants to remember us of the nurturing powers of the Mother. But there are also beautiful portraits of queens and princesses, not so strange in a church where we can also find a fresco of a huge Templar Knight. I look into the touristic book if this clarifies something about their identity, but it only mentions the names if the male figures on the frescoes. Then, in the corner next to the exit, another wonderful object that testifies of the strength of the waters of the earth: a marble baptismal font with fishes and a dragon at the bottom of the water basin, and a Green Man who is carrying the font. I decide to return to Michaels cave, to make the connection with the powerful female symbols that I have just experienced and to visit the Museo Lapidario next to the cave. In the Museum there are more caves, which shows that Michaels cave once was a part of a complex system of subterranean spaces. They are part of a wide network of caves at the Gargano, often once the places of hermits. The museum also shows many touching ex voto’s and small paintings with which people prayed for miracles or showed their gratitude for the miraculous interventions of their highest Archangel. Numerous statues and paintings of Michael also, amongst which beautiful icons from the Orthodox church, where Michael fulfils the role of the most important Divine messenger, together with Sophia. A visit to the crypt – never to be missed when you explore a church - comes out to be the most unveiling part of my journey. The inspired guide – a true guardian of the place – starts with emphasising that Monte Sant’ Angelo is the first big Christian place of pilgrimage, long before Santiago de Compostella, and that Michael is a key figure in all three great Monotheistic religions (Judaism, Christianity and Islam) and that they are thus all coming from one root. The tone is set and he doesn’t stop emphasizing in quick Italia how important it is to go back into history when you want to understand life. Later I read that in the first centuries of our age at this Sacred Mountain the three big religions peacefully coexisted, until the Church of Rome claimed the monopoly of divine truth. The crypt comes out to be an ancient Langobardic church, you can read it from the graffiti at the entrance, and from the special sculptures, amongst others from a large redeeming Christ, with a big chalice of wine in his hands, and a ‘Cristo orante’, a praying Christ, with His hands raised high . A ‘pluteo’, a mandala in stone with six swastika’s and six three-petalled flowers around a Rose in the centre, a very special representation of the unity between the feminine and the masculine divine.. A rare baptismal font also coming from the nearby abbey of Pulsano, with the four Apostles in the four directions, again several animal figures, and Moses who beats with his stick the water out of the rock. Around t we can see the entire Langobardic theology, the cycle from birth to resurrection, the guide is explaining with the same inspiration, while he continuously looks straight into my eyes, so that everybody in the group turns around and many eyes are staring at me. In the back of the former church you enter again in a cave, with steep steps carved out in the rock, leading to above. The guide explains us that this was the original entrance to the cave, from the Langobardic era, when the nearby town of Benevento was the centre of the Langobardic rule in Southern Italy, Michaels sanctuary fulfilled a central role then. From the place where we stand you can see the entire original ritual route through the sanctuary. The pilgrims entered in the middle of this cave, climbed up along an altar with a statue of Michael to pray for forgiveness and clearing, in order tot hen enter the central cave above for a cleaning ritual in the waters of that then streamed through a channel in the midst of the cave. Finally they returned cleaned and grateful along the staircase at right side down again. The current church with the large Cupola is built in the 13th century at the orders of Charles d’ Anjou, who then became King of Naples and Sicily. At the occasion of a later restructuring of the cave above the source is closed and covered with stone. With the minute a clearer image settles within me how it might have been here in ancient times. The ‘design’ of the cave is by now familiar to me through my journeys of discovery through the Etruscan sacred landscape. But Paul Broadhurst en Hamish Miller give me with their research about the Michaels line a final key of understanding. Deep in the centre of this sacred mountain there is a crossing point of female and male earth energies that in a nearly perfect way correspond with the four directions, they say. In Peru this would be called a nearly perfect Tawantin, the unity of four factors. From times immemorial humans have experienced here the healing powers of the earth and connected with it in healing rituals, it seems to me. The water of the well, now hidden, was crucial in these. The water, the source of all life, was streaming through the entrance (the vulva of the Mother Goddess) and then through the cave over the spot of the invisible energetic flower, so that the Rose could start flourishing. I ‘see’ that in this cave rituals of cleaning and rebirth were held, over and over again, under the guidance of Priestesses of the earth Goddess. At numerous places around the world similar caves counted as her Birth Channel, the most famous of course in Delphi (=uterus) and at Malta. Near Pitigliano is a smaller version of it, known as the Grotta dell’ Utero, also with a birth channel in the middle where once was streaming water. In the neighbourhood Langobardic places, and enigmatic signs of the Templars at the side of the river leading to the cave. Maybe in Michaels cave there once lived an oracle, and/or women came here to give birth to their babies or to baptize their children. Both books in my luggage say that people came here for the incubation, the initiation in the arms of the Earth Goddess. The name Gargano comes from Gorgon, the oldest generation Earth Goddess, the Goddess of ;life and death, I read with Broadhurst and Miller, a discovery they made after their crossing of the Adriatic Sea to the Greek island Corfu, following the Apollo and the Athena lines to the Greek island Corfu and further on to Delphi. In ancient times the pilgrims had to find their way through dark corridors and stairs in the earth to an abode in a probably equally dark cave, at its best lighted by a crevice in the earth or by torches. This widely spread ritual of rebirth found its culmination in the return to the light. At the exit of the cave people were united with the light and the force of the sun, in the form of the rays of the Sun god. In the two millennia before Christianity this divinity was perhaps represented by El, Baal or Bel, or his Etruscan counterpart Velth or Voltumnus, with the Celts known as Beltune, Beltane or Lugh.. In the Olympic-Greek culture he was transformed into Apollo, with Michael as a logic follow-up. We can suspect that the temple remains behind the Rose of the Mermaids are from an ancient Apollo temple and also that the moon shaped valley underneath, now the neighbourhood of Junno, fulfilled a role in the working with the sacred energies. The special character of this place is that it was all on top of a a mountain, together with a source of sweet waters. A unique place for the connection between the deepest depth of the earth and the highest sky kingdoms, water and fire united. In the cosmology of the Inka’s similar mountains are places where the protective spirits of the mountain send its energy from below to above, to make a connection between earth and heaven. In the ancient cultures it was also a normal practice to ‘ transport ‘ healing energies to and from a sacred centre, I learned through my Inca initiations. Hence the ‘seques’ , the pattern of sacred lines around Cuzco. My dream about the cord of energy was actually nothing special in this respect…. Every religion connects its own named, symbols and heroes to the energies of a sacred place. But the ritual practices are changing. Where in ancient times people were cleaned in the sacred waters of Mother Earth and dreamed in Her arms, they now sing and prey for blessings from above. The Church of Rome still wants us to believe that Michael killed the Dragon – and has to kill it for the New Jerusalem to come down, instead of cooperating with Mother Earth, as was the case in ancient times when the sword was still the symbol of the acupuncture of the earth. But the connection lives forth in the early Christian symbols at the churches in Monte Sant’ Angelo: the mermaids, the water dragons, the roses and the eagles, and - over and over again – the symbol of the flower and the four directions. Symbols that together speak a silent language that hides a belief in Unity via the Sacred Marriage, and that is meaningful for (s)he who has ears and wants to understand. In the meantime Monte Sant’ Angelo has not lost its magic powers. During the last night before my departure I have a short but very big, nearly prophetic dream, as if the energy of the cave still passes messages: A Voice says to me – in English; today all the sacred wells of the world have been re-opened. From now on everything will change. Hardly recovered from this dream I leave home in the very eraly morning, before dawn, my entire body and soul permeated with an overwhelming feeling of light, love and wonder. In my car radio a newly bought CD with the Tarantula, the music of the Gargano. The CD starts with a song about a Sirena who liberates herself from her chains. I realize – again – in what degree an outer pilgrimage is always also an inner pilgrimage, a search for our sacred centre within, where we hope to connect with the divine. I would have loved to stay some longer, and to participate in the Madonna celebrations, but the South Italian temperatures in this time of the year are too high for me. The essence has however entered my heart, soul and mind, and you always need a reason to return, I say to myself. Besides, the most important work has been done. My pilgrimage has turned out to be less small than I had thought. The third dream makes me understand that Monte Sant’ Angelo is a nodal point in the network of sacred places around that the world that is currently activated by the efforts and dedication of many people: the roses in the network of my earlier dream. I was here not without a reason; the light has revived the waters of the world. Michael (he who is like God) counts as the most important messenger of the times to come, but he can only fulfil this role when the wells are streaming again and the roses start to blossom again: this seems to be the message of my pilgrimage and the period around. In this way the connection between the deepest depths of the art hand and the centre of the galaxy and beyond is restored. I am developing a more profound understanding of the relation between Michael and the Mermaid. During dawn I drive through S. Giovanni Rotondo, the village of Padre Pio, the popular pope of Italy, a great healer and comforter, and a great friend of the Madonna della Libera. When I arrived here I didn’t know that he came from here. Now I have been in the cave and some of the churches where he started his pastoral work. The Gargano has a profound effect on people, that is clear to me. During my long drive to Tuscany I am looking back to my life of the last ten years, since Michael first appeared in my dreams. Then already I knew that it had something to do with 2012,and that I had an assignment to contribute to the transformations in this year. But I didn’t have a clue about what and how, besides the fact that I had to follow the synchronicities – and the dreams – on my life path, like Tom Thumb followed the stones along the path on his way home. How could I ever have guessed that in 2012 I would be standing on a mountain in Southern Italy, working together with Michael in opening a cosmic gate? The beginning is the end and the end the beginning, a motto that I have incorporated in my work with the labyrinth in this period. After these first dreams about Michael (and about numerous other spiritual issues…) I have connected myself in my dreams – and also in my daily activities – with the Goddess and with Mother Earth and her mysteries. Dreams – especially the ‘big’ ones are manifestations of energies that activate archetypes and transmiss information from the Field, as I know now. According to the Mexica tradition, in which I recently received my first initiations, the dream world is the real world, a world beyond time and space. There we prepare ourselves for what we do during the daytime. The more we train ourselves in ‘living our dreams’ and in directing them, the more transparent and fluid will the boundaries between day and night become, and the more clear it becomes that what we do now was planned by us long ago in the Other World. A year ago I had a prophetic dream that begins to become true in this period now. I am walking through the Tuscan landscape, where I meet a man with en eagles mask on, an ancient shaman. He says to me: tomorrow is the year of the Great Transformation. Then you will get a direct entrance to the Other World. The major transformation of 2012 was – in my experience at least – the Venus Transit of 6 June, the day that Venus shifted over the Sun and a huge wave of feminine energy touched the Earth. Everything gets accelerated since that then. Also then I had, sleeping in a small rose-covered house under the Monte Labro and preparing for our ceremony, a small series of big dreams. The first came in the night of the Transit. I am standing long ago on a long mountain rift. I see that at the other side of the valley an authoritarian regime is suppressing the feminine Venus energy; she is literally hanging on a large wooden cross. In the next scene I am shown what we are working on with the Venus transit: on enormous portal is opening, through which is entering huge wave of light, passing through a large five-pointed star. It looks like a resurrection of the feminine, I am thinking now. Just like in Monte Sant’ Angelo a night later the result is passed on to me. Walking over the Tuscan earth I am meeting the old shaman again. He is saying to me: the work is done, the gate is open now. A week laer the next step is announced to me. I can look through the open gate now. From the other side through the gate a Voice is saying to me: are you ready for the ceremony of the four directions, so that you can distribute everything everywhere? At that moment a big mandala falls down before my feet that looks like the image at the end of a kaleidoscope. I realize that I am not completely ready yet, but then the Voice says: that doesn’t matter because the ceremony can start at the same time at different places; everybody is after all different. Then the pieces of the kaleidoscope are falling together in a mandala that looks like a multicolored Flower of Life and that manifests at different places of the world at the same time. More than ever I feel connected with the Universe at the moment, being part of the transformation to oneness, that is at the core of 2012. What else is going to happen with me this year? One thing is sure for me: in September I will go to Peru, to Cuzco and to the temples at the Sacred Valley: a journey along the line from Machupichu to the islands in the Titicaca Lake. But before that time I will go another time to San Galgano…. Pitigliano, 7 July 2012 With thanks to Agnes van de Beek, Dawn Bramadat, Catherine Gaze, Martine Verbeek, Margo Kistemaker and Anna-Maria Michalski, amazing sisters on my path in the past year; to Juan Nuñez del Prado, who initiated me in the wisdom and the energy work of the Inka’s and its universal value; and to the other friends on the Inca path; to all the persons who helped me to explore and did energy work and ceremony with me at the sacred places in Etruria; and to all the friends who take my work seriously and assist me in doing what I have to do.
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