Magick River, Malaysia
Lotus Heart Hugs One & All! Fresh through the 8th Gate we greet a brand new concept of Valentine's Day :-)
Initially, I wasn't planning on anchoring the 8th Gate in Malaysia. But one email from Solara was all it took... powerful testimony of my love and respect for her, and it's been 14 years since our first and only encounter at Star-Borne Reunion #8!
Figured I'd be kind to myself and not plan anything elaborate or stress-inducing. Just invite a few close friends up for the weekend and focus our awareness on star portals in general, and the 8th Gate opening in particular, whilst energetically linking up with Solara's Master Cylinder in Mallorca and all the other 8th Gate groups around the planet.
(I'd received an email earlier from someone named Ardy Timmer who was leading a group of six near another river on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur and was glad to have additional support in Malaysia.)
However, my beloved friends, DK and Geraldine, suggested we do it at Maycliff the most beautiful spot I've ever seen - and also the original Magick River base. I'd heard the bungalow was booked out the whole of February, so it was a sweet surprise when I found out it was available.
Many of my friends have heard of Solara and some are faithful readers of her Surf Reports - but none has ever participated in any workshops or Master Classes. So I encouraged everyone to absorb the data on the 8th Gate at www.nvisible.com
Ayita, the youngest member of our Anchor Group
More turned up than anticipated - 22 in all - and it was clear that most really just wanted to enjoy the clear frequencies and inspiring ambience, and have a wonderful time. I wasn't about to don a Storm Trooper uniform and crack a whip with these old and new friends, whose ages ranged from 3 to 57 (Princess Ayita at one end, me at the other!) Furthermore, over the past year or so, tensions and ego conflicts had arisen between particular factions and I was mildly apprehensive about the psychodynamics, to say the least.
On Saturday night when everybody had arrived at Maycliff we feasted and reveled in mellow anticipation of the morrow as we exchanged data and opinions on the dramatic, and sometimes spectacular, frequency shifts the Earth is undergoing. Some of us took turns providing a bit of live music. There was a great deal of hugging, as old feuds faded into irrelevance, insignificance and obscurity.
On Sunday, 11 February as 4PM (Activation Time) approached I was prompted to align myself with the brilliant and intense Sun while standing atop the rock in the center of the fishpond. This rock is the exposed apex of a huge granite cone that forms the spine of the hill upon which Maycliff bungalow sits. Spontaneously I saw myself within an octahedral holon of focused intent - imagine two pyramids of energy joined base to base with apices pointing in opposite directions - which swiftly expanded in scale until it enclosed the entire bioregion, and then, the whole of Southeast Asia.
Then I joined the others down by the river. Someone said it was three minutes before four o' clock. Young Shane (Geraldine's 10-year-old) wanted to show me the Devil's Armchair (a power spot a short way upstream I had discovered and named 15 years ago. He was so excited about it, I simply had to oblige, but I said we'd have to be quick about it because the 8th Gate Activation was about to begin.
Just by the Devil's Armchair is a magickal spot I've dubbed the Throne of Pan: a few stones forming a comfortable seat, beautifully sheltered by a fairy tree. I love sitting there as it never fails to restore a perfect sense of sovereignty. So I treated myself to a few moments on the Throne of Pan on the way back - but just then I saw that several others were heading upstream to where I was.
The 8 of us held hands and linked up with Solara's Master Cylinder in Mallorca as the 8th Gate Activation Ceremony started. I was blissed out by the sheer and simple perfection of the moment. Without my saying a word, it was all happening!
It wasn't a long session - 20-30 minutes - but it felt totally appropriate. Then we rejoined the rest of the tribe and before we knew it, it was time to pack up and disperse (many had work or school the next day).
Early on Sunday, Hari Deran had shown up with a bagful of Love Grenades -which is what I call his orgonite depolarizers. Hari had decided about a year ago to start "gifting" by manufacturing Love Grenades and planting them wherever he goes, particularly around cellphone towers and power pylons. Amazingly, Tim and Geraldine had been thinking along the same lines around the same time and were delighted to meet someone already doing it!
So everybody left with great big smiles, each other's email addresses, and at least one Love Grenade in hand... and that's where this report must end.
LOTUS HEART LOVE, ALWAYS TRUE! .... Antares~^@^~