abrahams visit

it was on this day that I did merry meet one of the most influential people of these times. I read the book, Celestine Prophecy, almost 10 years ago. and to be honest with you, thought i had gotten over it already. how wrong could i be. I must remember to go and visit the church in rio preto where i had the spiritual healing.

back to the prophecy.

My Mum passed over on the 29th and I had been there to see her. This was my long trip back home to Brazil.

I was sat with Abraham, on the plane, i had noticed him, as he was sitting in the same row but on the other side close to the window. We first made contact due to a creaking t.v that was attached to my chair. after, i saw him doing Yoga, i asked what style it was, i must email him to ask again, I have forgotten, or i didn't understand in the first place. He is Spanish and although speaks English very well, he has an accent...I mentioned kundalini yoga, and we hit it off straight away.

He mentioned that he had noticed me in the airport and that he thought we would meet.

I was enthralled with his stage of enlightenment. having been traveling around the world and having met highly developed people, Abraham was on an important path. He has been studying the ways of the shaman, and uses his knowledge to help others awaken to themselves. I managed to keep up with most of what he was saying, he is only a young man at what seems to be his early twenties, he eats just berries, seeds and fresh vegetables ,( something I have been touching on for a while )telling me that the energy of a place stays in the food, at which he presented a small tub containing some fruits and seed from the Himalaya's. oh man, this guy was incredible. he had the scent about him of a strange hint of oils from a far away land.

On opening up his bag, i was astonished to find more stronger scents and then he produced a small bottle he said was from an Indian sage he had met on the road, this Indian was an old lady who famously has natural oils perspiring from her hands. Abraham put a little on the lower part of my thumb telling me to rub my hands together, and pull them into my chest. This instantly created a lovely hot sensation, which I'm sure was for the good of my aching heart.

I will try not to sound too 'up his arse' for want of a better phrase - ,.., I took out my kundalini stone that my kind cousin had given me recently, to find a good reaction from my new friend. He went on to perform a cleansing ritual, bringing out of his travelers bag some oil, the ritual was made up of many hand gestures over the stone, also with him blowing a strange harmonic sound onto it and what looked like a drawing out and sending off. My stone was clean and he told me it was a very good and precious crystal.

I was given an amazing gift of a piece of volcanic substance, very dark and resembling a form of coal. This rock was perfect for grounding, and was taken from source on the island of Hawaii.

Abraham also broke off a piece of wood and explained how to smudge yourself, rotating clockwise or anticlockwise depending on the desired effect.

All through this experience i could feel various levels of enlightenment creeping up on me. A strange feeling of almost drug endused euphoria.

Music was an all important piece of the larger puzzle, I was amazed at this pool of knowledge opening up to me, as I have been very interested in studying sacred sound and geometry. Have been on that path now for at least 5 years with no sight of a door in view.
Abraham asked if I wished to listen to some music he was into, I jumped at the chance, and so we were both hooked up to his ipod. Sound can be used to open up the chakras, as a tool for grounding , and depending on whether you have melody or not can be used as the shamans did with drums and rhythm to let the mind wander over to that sacred place of dream-state where magical miracles can happen.

I was learning so much , at an almost incredibly fast pace, every now and then I had to stop and collect myself, remember how important it is to breath.

The funniest thing happened when we plugged into the ipod. obviously we were both soaring high, when the plane began to hit turbulence, the music was a shamans guide and is what a spiritually enlightened person would listen to for the 'visual experience' , I had some very strong visualizations, seeing green grass at first with one tonal arrangement, moving on to a triangular symbol with the next change in sound, and when we moved up to a third phase I was astonished to feel the presence of an American Indian. I saw a bird, hawk like or an eagle, flying up and across to the right where he perched up on a rock face, then down and swooping right at me. This is when i felt the Indian.

The funny thing was that the both of us were geared up for something big to happen i suppose, and when the plane hit turbulence, i for one thought it was definitely death, and that all this had been in preparation, me coming to the state of awareness one needs to pass over - the plane was jumping this way and that , dropping, losing altitude, and a t.v in front of us on a passenger headrest was flashing causing me to wander if it was in the dream...

I looked at Abraham, and he noticed my surprised expression and maybe a hint of fear, which he shrugged of as if to say everything was going to be o.k.
Well , the plane didn't crash, the music finished and I explained my concern to which we both laughed out loud, and nearly woke the whole plane...

I read some text on a shamanic trust I think in the U.K, a kind of course one can take to learn all about the old ways. Interesting.

In the Celestine Prophecy they speak of a place in Peru where scientists were experimenting with plants and the giving of energy. Abraham claimed the book to be totally true except for the fact that it wasn't set in Peru like the book suggests but in fact it all took place in Brazil. Where I was headed.

Its so easy to get side tracked and to go off gallivanting around the world, chasing dreams of dragons and castles and damsels in distress. Not for this time, I had to get a reality check and try and find my way back to my wife and kids, otherwise I would have high tailed it and would have been as we speak up to my knees in it searching for some lost medicinal plants in Patagonia, for that is where Abraham was headed. Then up through Peru and Machu Pichu to arrive in Brazil for March/April time. Who knows our paths may cross again, Its just strange that his destination here is Brasilia, and my wife is on about planning a trip there soon...