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Photos of Victoria Falls taken by Sandy

The signs from Zimbabwe to India

We know when we can find our own inner quiet place where highest truth can be accessed, we can find our answers within. But sometimes its hard to find that stillness, especially at times of great hardship or trauma in our life. Luckily for us, it's not the only way we get our answers. The universe provides resources in our everyday life to find the truth we seek. People, places, books, workshops, nature, TV, etc. can all give us answers. If we are indeed all 'one' and we are all connected, then nothing is 'outside of us'. So, wherever we get our answers from, we are actually getting it ourselves. We draw to us whatever we need in life. Signs come in many different forms, and not always an obviously spiritual form. We all help and teach each other and thank heavens for that as it saves each of us having to learn everything. Just imagine how long we may need to incarnate if we had to get every single answer and teaching from our own personal experience.

We all have many stories that show the perfection of synchronicity in the universe and the perfect timing of events that help us achieve what we came here to do. There are a number of various factors that help us run our lives as smoothly as possible. If we ignore these points we can make life complicated and full of struggle and difficulty. Firstly, we need to trust in ourselves and the perfection of the universal process that provides our answers and our lessons. We need to notice the signs the universe gives us that direct us on our path. That means we have to pay attention to what goes on around us and notice what interests us and to trust in that. We all get these signs. The universe never fails to give us at least 3 signs for each event. If we miss it, its possibly because we weren't paying attention or we didn't trust the process. Every single person in our life is there for a reason. There are no accidents. We teach others and they teach us.

I thought I would mention the sequence of one experience that I think combines all these factors.

I was living in the UK, with no idea I was about to embark on an adventure to India. The following involves doing what felt right in the moment and noticing and trusting the signs I was given. The story starts a few months earlier.

I was giving a workshop in Zimbabwe. During my stay I arranged a short tour to Victoria Falls.

Victoria Falls

When I got off the small plane, I discovered I was the only one on the tour. The African guide told me this was unusual. I asked him about seeing rainbows over the falls but he said they occurred very early in the mornings and we were too late. However, when we arrived there were dozens of rainbows. I always find rainbows are lovely signs that we are in the right place at the right time. As we walked along the falls, an American asked me if I was there for the Peace gathering. I asked what that was about. He said Sri Chinmoy was flying in with many followers to dedicate Victoria Falls to peace.

The plaque that was erected that day

Up to that time I had not heard of this gentleman but later discovered he has held peace concerts all over the world and has dedicated dozens of special sacred places around the world to peace. I was told it was to be on at 11am. Because I was the only person on the tour I could easily ask my tour guide to get us back to that spot for 11am. The guide was extremely interested in attending himself.

When I arrived back, there were dozens of people in white. I stood by a tree right in front of the huge exquisite waterfall, becoming one with that waterfall and enjoying being that cascading, tumbling water. I noticed a man leaning on the other side of the tree and I soon felt a huge exchange taking place between us through the etheric bodies. As we know, we all carry codes and these are often deposited in specific places or passed on to other people. Quite often the reason we are drawn to go to a particular place is for the transfer of codes. I had often experienced this, although generally we don't need to be aware of it taking place. It is part of our role here and doesn't require much conscious effort on our part. I was passing codes to him and receiving many back. I realised later that he was Sri Chinmoy when he presented the brass plaque that dedicated Victoria Falls to Peace.

Sri Chinmoy leaning on the tree

I realised that had been the main function of my being there, but I enjoyed the rest of the tour with a lunch provided boat trip up river.

The boat trip on the Zambesi

Still with no-one else on the tour I could have as long as I wanted in each place, time to tune into to the crocs, hippos and even the vultures. I admit I had to work hard to find the beauty in the vultures! There were around 10 hippos in the water and I was telepathically talking to them and was laughing.

The river with croc, hippos and vultures

The special African guide with his beaming smile full of light, who had by the way, thoroughly enjoyed the peace dedication, asked why I was laughing. I told him I was talking to them. He started laughing heartily, assuming I was joking. I was laughing too and really enjoying the moment and although its not something I would normally do, it felt right this time to say to him 'OK watch them. I will ask each one in turn to go under the water.' Well, you got it, one by one along the row fully submersed themselves and stayed under. Soon they were all gone. He just stared and then laughed and laughed, totally amazed. They then all rose back up at once. I felt that lovely African guide was destined for a day he will not forget quickly.

My guide

A few months after my receiving those codes, I was at home and turned the TV on. There was a show about India and I found myself interested in watching it. A few days later, a friend, and a day later a stranger, told me about their recent trips to India. My daughter was backpacking through India and Nepal at the time, meditating with Tibetan monks at Daramsala, etc. I hadn't heard from her for months. Suddenly she rang me and mentioned that in 3 weeks she was going to the Holy Shivratri festival. This is held in only 12 towns of India and as she was near the south, she intended to go to the holy town of Gokarna. I noted my excitement as she mentioned it. There was my final sign. I asked her if she would be OK if I came along with her? She seemed to think that would be a great idea and I flew out a couple of weeks later.

We got a bus down to Gokarna in the south. Anyone who has been to India, especially at festival time, will understand the stamina needed to actually get on one of the buses with hundreds jostling for seats - and the joy of being packed in a bus sweltering heat with Hindi music blaring - along with the odd goat and chickens. Fortunately, an angel stepped in (an old Indian man) and saved us two seats on the bus. The bus trip was an adventure and I accepted it as such, but must admit was not looking forward to the return journey!

So, we finally arrived in the packed town which was roped off to all car traffic. Regardless of the large numbers of people, I felt incredibly peaceful and was so very happy to be there. I immediately noticed a circle of eagles in the distance to the left of the town.

You can imagine the lack of accommodation in such a place, and indeed people passing us confirmed this. We just walked quietly in trust, passing monks and absorbing the energy of this devotional place. Miraculously, the first place we asked said that although all their rooms were full, we could have two old iron beds from the cellar they would put up in their outdoor restaurant. We grabbed them with thanks. It was actually hilarious sleeping there. As we climbed into bed each night to sleep under the stars, we waved goodnight to people still eating.

I was talking to a local Indian and mentioned the eagles I had seen. He said that was at a temple on a hill overlooking the ocean where many people went to meditate at sunset. I knew this was where I was meant to go, but not yet. Staying in trust that I would know the right time to go, we spent the next few days being part of the festival. I was dressed all in white during the whole festival and maybe the monks thought I was some sort of nun as I was treated with great respect by them. Interestingly, many locals were also impressed with the fact that a western mother and daughter were travelling together, apparently a rarity.

The first night we headed to a cafe and noticed a long haired chap in a loin cloth in the cafe. I was to see him several more times in different cafes, which was amazing in itself as there are many cafes and thousands of people.

Each morning I awoke early and I headed off to meditate with the monks at dawn on the beach. I sat quietly behind them, all of us facing the rising sun over the sea. They accepted me there. One morning a dog came close to me. It took me a while but slowly I convinced him I wasn't going to kick him. Sadly, dogs are not considered worthy creatures and stray dogs barely survive and live in constant fear. I coaxed this skinny skeleton dog onto my lap and started gently patting this cowering dog, who was ever ready to vanish in a moment, but so appreciating the warmth and love. I had my eyes closed in meditation and was allowing light to flow down thru to this beautiful creature. I don't know how long I had my eyes closed but when I opened them the scene surprised me. Every monk on the beach had turned around and instead of facing seaward were now watching fascinated at my stroking a dog. I just kept stroking the dog gently and wondered if somehow they were learning something by seeing, perhaps for the first time, someone treating a dog with the same reverence as cows are given in India.

The temple at Gokarna

The next day, it felt right to go to the temple for sunset. A few dozen people sat outside the temple on the ground, facing the sea. My daughter and I settled ourselves down. I closed my eyes and began my meditation. As I mentioned earlier, we all carry codes in our subtle bodies and we pass these to people and places. For about 10 minutes I felt codes moving from me out to someplace. When I opened my eyes, the man seated in front of me was the one in the loin cloth. I knew then he was the main reason I had come. He was the one meant to receive those codes and they had now been passed to him. We all left the temple area and he was gone in a flash. I assumed he didn't need to know what had occurred. However, that night we headed to a new cafe for our last meal as we were leaving early the next day. It was packed as usual except for one table in the far corner that had two spaces left on a bench. We headed there, and yes you got it, there was our loin cloth man. We started chatting and as it turned out he was English but was very brown like a native as he'd spent years backpacking around India. I told him what I felt had occurred that day. He said it made total sense to him as he was just about to do a holy trek across India from the source of the Ganges to seven holy places. Others may know more about this than I. I can't recall exactly how it was explained to me that night. My job was done.

Incidentally, as we headed to the bus area outside the cordoned off town the following morning, an Indian taxi driver approached us. He had apparently driven a group of people to the festival the previous day and was trying to find someone who lived close to him to share the petrol costs home. He lived a mile from where we were staying in Goa! So, we enjoyed a very cheap, air conditioned, comfortable drive home.

So, these sacred mathematical codes we all carry, collected from person to person and from sacred sites around the world, were continuing their ever expanding journey, now destined for the holy places across India. From there, they would in turn no doubt, be passed to others, moving gently across the world spreading truth, love, harmony and balance as they raised the light vibration of each location.

Love,

Sandy Stevenson

Some more details of the journey in India

written just after my return.

I have just returned from India, where I took some Codes and energy to the Holy Shiva Festival in Southern India .

During an amazing energy balancing I received in Zimbabwe from the Male Ascended Masters and then Female Ascended Masters, I realised that I had been absorbing various energies of sacred sites and indigenous peoples, as I had proceeded around the world on my workshop tour. Beginning with taking on the Jewish energy (and perhaps also Muslim/Israeli/Christian) when I was in Israel all over Easter and Passover ‘95 going to many holy places such as Jesus’ birthplace at the stable and his Ascension point on the Mount of Olives, Galilee, the holy Sepulchre Church in Old Jerusalem for the Easter Sunday Service, etc. and then the Chinese energy in Hong Kong, Indonesian energy in Bali, aborigine in Australia, Maori in New Zealand and the African in Zimbabwe. Also one of my first encounters as I arrived back in the UK , was with a full blooded Red American Indian.

Also, I ‘happened’ to be at Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe at the exact moment that Sri Chimnoy and many of his followers from every corner of the globe, arrived to dedicate Victoria Falls to world peace, in a special dedication. This had been approved by the government and a special sign and plaque was erected. This Sri Chimnoy chap holds peace concerts all over the world and Victoria Falls was the 800th sacred site he has dedicated to peace. I was standing beside him, totally immersed in the energy of the water of the Falls, decreeing for all this wonderful intention being given this day, to be magnified a thousand fold from the Ascended realms of Light. I have no doubt that I received from him, the various energies he has collected from all the Sacred sites in all the world. I also adopted some special codes to be taken to India. I know that much of this energy I am carrying can be passed to others easily. My understanding of this energy that can be passed, is that it gives an of aura strengthening, sort of a force field of Light. I have been passing this to those who want it, since my return here.

My daughter Talia and I went to the Holy Shivratri festival in Gokarna in Southern India . Talia and I caught, no perhaps ‘fought’ is a better word, our way onto a bus finally, amid hundreds of others fighting to get on as well. We even managed a seat, which was an ultra miracle. The journey was about 6 hours in the Indian heat of 37oC, but it was OK. It cost about 25 pence. That time was a magical experience. From the moment I entered the Holy Shiva town (there are only 12 in the whole of India ) I knew I was in the right place and was in total joy.

As I entered the gates of the town, I began exchanging energy with the Sadu’s - the holy men in orange who had come into the town for the Holy Festival of Shiva’s Birthday. We found a couple of old iron beds with rock hard lumpy thin mattresses out under the stars, to sleep on for the princely sum of 25 rupees (40 pence) a night. At this place I asked a French boy, where the beach was as it was nearly sunset and I wanted to watch the sun set over the ocean. He told me there was a nice temple up on the hill that had eagles soaring over it (bingo!) and that would be a good place to watch the sunset from. I went down to the beach and saw the temple up on the hill, but knew that was not the right time to go. I sat with the Indians and the Holy men on the beach and shared this sacred space and time. I had partial white clothing on, but that night bought a cheap white sari to put on as I knew I must be all in white to transfer the energies that was coming up.

The next morning I walked to the beach again to watch the dawn and had the most amazing time with the Indians and Holy men. I was the only Westerner there and was being acknowledged by them for being a part of their festival and for dressing correctly (arms covered etc.). Many westerners do not respect this part of their culture. In fact, they may well have thought I was a Christian nun as I later discovered that these ones in India, do wear white. I had a great exchange with the holy men, some of whom I think must have felt the energy of the Masters with me. I was getting lots of Holy Blessings from them. As I stood on the beach, sharing the this special beginning to the holy day of the 17th February (Shiva’s birthday) I knew that I should go up to the temple that night for the sunset. As I had wandered around the town, I had run into a special English guy, dressed all in white - Indian style. We had spoken several times. He wanders through India.

When Tania and I went to the temple that night and sat on the hill to watch the sun go down, the energy was amazing and I just merged with everything. As I stood up to leave, I discovered this English guy was sitting right behind me. Then I knew that he was the one meant to receive the codes and energy. He said he came up here every night of the Festival, because it was such a special place. I didn’t tell him anything about the exchange, as it didn’t feel right to do so then. However, that evening I ran into him yet again as we watched the holy temple cart procession go past and he and I both went and put our hands briefly into the flames carried through the town and blessed ourselves with the holy fire. Then we sat and I told him what had been passed to him. He understood completely and we talked for many hours. He told me that he was about to do the walk of the 7 Holy Temples across India. Not many people do it. I know that one of these temples is at the Source of the Ganges River. Now he knows that he is carrying something else special on his voyage. I never asked his name and I guess we will not meet again until the road is finished, but I thank him with all my heart for being in the place he agreed to be, at the moment that was right.

Another thing Talia and I did whilst we were there, was go into the inner sanctum of the main Shiva temple in the town. Only one day a year, Westerners are allowed into the inner sanctum and may touch the Lingam, the sacred stone under the ground. It is said to be a meteorite and you have to dive your hand down into a hole in the ground to feel it. We did it. Quite an experience, as hundreds of hands are all trying to reach this stone at the same time. Many people travel to these holy towns for this festival and queue for hours and hours. First they have to get blessed in the Ganesh temple, so they are pure enough to be allowed to touch the stone in the main temple. Then they queue again for entry to the main Shiva Temple. I chose the right time to go and we only queued for 10 minutes or so.

As we left the town on the Sunday to head for the bus that would take us back to Arambol in Goa , where we were staying, a guy approached us. He asked if we wanted to go to Anjuna in Goa (a few miles only from our destination) as he had a Taxi and would only charge us 400 rupees. This is less than ST£8.00. What a miracle. Apparently he had driven some Japanese people down the night before - at full price rate. He had arrived in the town at 2am and had gone to sleep, hoping that in the morning he could find someone who would add a little more to his money. He lived in Anjuna and had to go home anyway. This was wonderful and we had a very comfortable Taxi ride home. This only took 4 hours back and he ended up taking us right to the ferry at Shorelim - leaving us only a very short journey home.

Some of the learning in India for me was to help move me out of a comfort zone, I hadn’t realised I was in or given much thought to. I was staying in a bare room with an iron bed with a very thin hard mattress consisting of hard lumps of kapok, complete with bed bugs, cockroaches, mosquitoes, etc. Lots of open sewage and livestock everywhere. No shower anyplace and a communal pig toilet out in the compound. I won’t go into a great description here, but there is a wooden shed with a raised cement slab above ground level. It has a hole and a short chute in it.. There are pigs underneath and they eat everything as it drops. You can hear them (and see them if you look). They are free to come and go. When they see anyone walk to the toilet, they run to it.

I was having a swim in the ocean each morning around 7 am (lovely and warm) for my shower and ‘de bugging’ and then later in the day, hauled up some water up out of the well to tip over me and wash my hair. Also used this water to scrub clothes on stones. I have always felt very grateful for all the conveniences in my home in England, so my lesson was not in this area. It did however show up my intolerance’s of drastic conditions. They weren’t extensive, but they were there. I thank heaven for having the opportunity to learn so many lessons, in such a short space of time. I did have a three hour bath when I got home!

The other thing I realised, was that I had been aware of a resistance I had to going to India . I had this for years. In fact I’d had it ever since I went to Ceylon (now Sri Lanka ) back in the 60’s and received my first culture shock. I had felt that I never wanted to go to India again. The surprising thing was that I knew I had this resistance, but had never bothered to handle it and just let it go. Amazing really! While I was in India, I totally let go all resistance to that country, to the extent that I would be quite happy to go back anytime. I also quickly had a look to see if there was any other country that I had any resistance to. I spotted some resistance to Spain, again which I adopted when visiting there in the 60’s. So, I let that go too. These resistance’s were never to the people of these places, for I have no problem with loving all nationalities. It was just some considerations to the country, way of life, etc.

So all in all, India was an experience for me, a great learning and I am grateful for having been entrusted with these codes I took there.