Tour Diary 15

Tour diary 15.  Friday 15.4.11 – A kidnapped bat and a re-decoration of the sacred Blue Springs lake!

We have finally moved on from our lovely little honeymoon cabin up in the mountains.  We have experienced a UFO… loads of Orbs… wild turkeys and 2 very severe storms.  I have been able to stand on top of Keisha – Little Grandmothers crystals and get some sense of the energies there, which has been such  a wonderful treat for me.

I stood on the large stones which mark the spots of the buried crystals and as usual I expected something.. In this case I thought that the energies would be so powerful that I would feel this huge expansion of my self/consciousness.  I also expected to sense the Ley-Line energies coming on through the retreat as it is obvious from the lovely feel of the place that there are many here.  So there I am with my little face pointing up to the sky and thinking soon I am going to be able to feel what it is like to be …. Tall … and light… and free…

Instead I feel myself going round and round in a really tight uncomfortable circle and my body beginning to feel so heavy and dense  that I realized I was actually beginning to slump down to the ground loosing on the way my precious diminutive inches.  It wasn’t a comfortable feeling as I felt that I would be soon sucked into the ground.  So I stepped off and had a think.  I was surrounded by the most beautiful clear blue sky with pure air, by some wonderful trees and the prettiest little wild flowers opening up.. the famous Face book horse was watching me from across the fast flowing little brook.  Here were all the components of our lovely planet in one spot.  I realized that the energies were being drawn down… outside …of the planet to focus in …to the inside of the planet to facilitate healing through the crystal bed, which runs through Arkansas.

Ever one to get confirmation, I asked our lovely Host Marie who had arranged for our free stay in the cabin in return for Steve’s talks what she knew of the ceremony and it’s intent.  She confirmed what I picked up and said that most of the 200 people who came to be at the burial of the crystals eventually had to either sit down or lie down as the energy drawing them down overwhelmed them.

I just hope the compression hasn’t done any permanent damage to my height!!

The UFO

Steve had gone outside whilst I made supper and walked around talking to himself via the camera and as he did so I sensed that there was something out there, so I stayed put inside.

There are loads of tiny lights flashing but we knew they must be bugs and they were indeed very early Fireflies… So beautiful… so Steve was filming them and then a big white orb came into his viewfinder and did lots of tricks for him including zooming in and out of its own accord whilst Steve stayed put.  It then shot off so fast to the left that I let out that proverbial incredibly intelligent response which is… OH.. MY… GOD!!  (I’m not even religious, so why don’t I say.. OH.. MY.. Favourite pair of flip flops… or something equally as inane!!)

Anyway.. OMG was my response The next night trying to capture it again, but with me out there too, we have caught a lot of Orbs.  The thing is, with these is that around me they are almost classical Orbs although the next night they were pretty spectacular, but I knew that they were different around Steve’s head.  He appears to have attracted a halo of tiny little golden lights, which formed patterns and whizzed around him.

He also knows exactly where they are and just points the camera in the dark, …clicks and they appear.

So last night’s ones were very different.  For a start I ‘knew’ that they would be small and red and I don’t believe I have seen red dots/balls/orbs before.  But I played at asking them to do certain things.. for example I asked for Faces and until we can put the pics onto a large screen we won’t know if there are faces in there, but then one had such a lovely feel to it that I asked if it would sit in my hand.  Immediately Steve said….”OH.. My.. God!!”.. (See, he lacks as much eloquence as me..)  “there is a huge orb sitting in your left hand”  This one is soooooo bright and vivid and is a lime green colour – again not a colour I have seen in orbs before.

This little display was followed by the most magnificent storm with again Sheet lightning not Fork lightning so the cabin went from day to night within seconds for hours!!  Some of the cracks of thunder had me ducking.. I know… sounds crazy but I think everyone would have done the same, the cabin literally shook.

The Caves

We only had time for one cave trip so we chose well and went to the Cosmic caves.  I love caves and we had it to ourselves because we are here out of season, so that is brilliant. However, when we arrived the lovely lady on the door, as always, chatted to us and asked us questions whilst a young dad talked to me with his two little girls running around.  After a few minutes though the receptionist who was a very old lady asked the man where his wife was and he then looked a bit sheepish.  She came out from behind the desk and  I thought she was upset because the little girls had taken items not paid for, but she went to the entrance which leads down to the caves and called out… ‘Mam you have to leave, I want you to get out of these premises’ We were so surprised as we didn’t know what was happening.  After a few minutes a young woman came up from the stairwell and the family left.  As the receptionist was so upset we spent a few minutes talking with her and asking her if she was alright as she was obviously upset.

What she said was that the woman had quizzed her extensively on the bats, which live in the cave and are a protected species.  (I think they are little Pipistrelle bats.. one of my favourites) Her questioning unnerved the receptionist and when the family came out from the caves the woman did not come out too.  Eventually she suspected that the woman was trying to capture one of the bats.  So when she went to the doorway and told her she would have to leave it was because the woman had climbed up and reached one of these tiny creatures and was stuffing it into a jumper and hiding it.

Well, what weirdness. 

The receptionist was so upset and we couldn’t make heads or tails of it.  Why would you want to kidnap a bat?  Would it have been to take home as a pet for your children, but as soon as you let it out of it’s cage it would have gone back to its cave.  Could it have been for some strange nefarious rite or ritual?

Anyway we tried to pacify the receptionist who was very upset and then as we went down into the caves we saw the poor little creature quivering on a ledge where the woman had dropped it.  So Steve and I spent a little time giving it healing and when we came back out of the cave it had re-joined it’s little friends’ back up on the ceiling!! 

Sometimes there are some mysterious things happening with no explanation.  All the family looked completely normal, but why would they want to kidnap a bat?

It reminded me of another bat story.. When my young brother lived in a house on his own in the country.  He became really disturbed by a man who appeared every night at sunset and just stood looking over into Kevins windows.. or so Kevin  thought. 

I said the best thing was to confront the man, as it was upsetting Kevin so..

So one night when the man had taken up his position on the opposite side of the road, looking across, Kevin went out and said  “Why are you watching me and my house, what do you want?”

The man was so apologetic and said that he knew that Kevin was a new tenant but he felt that he probably didn’t know that there were a colony of pipistrille bats which lived in the roof of the house he was in.  Bat lovers were mounting a vigil to make sure that the bats remained safe and that the new tenant was not making any moves to evict them.  Luckily Kevin did not have a horror of Bats and so he stood and watched at sunset as hundreds of bats swarmed out from under the eaves of his house!!  He said it was truly magical and he had absolutely no idea that they were living in his eaves.

Now if it had been Steve however… When we were on honeymoon in Bali we would go every night to the pavilion and watch the Balinese dance performance.  In Bali most of the buildings have open sides.  I popped into the loo and came out to find Steve distraught as bats had taken to swooping through from one side of the building to the other determined to take a pit stop in his hair.. (the little remaining hair he had then) I found it fascinating but he more or less got under the chair!!  He’s not so scared now as we saw some the other day and he knows they would only skid if they tried to land on  his bald pate now… although he still has some reservations about them hanging out in his beard!!

I’m not at all sure where our innate fear of these little critters comes from.. bats.. snakes.. and spiders… all lovely to look at and yet incite such fear.

And then there were the trout…

At Blue springs which is a wonderful natural wonder where there  is a natural spring pouring out 38 millions gallons of water into the trout lagoon.  It was one of the stop-over’s for the tragic Native Americans forced to walk the ‘Trail of Tears’ to their death.

We paid for a little batch of fish food, which I was holding and walked to the landing to feed the fish, which were gathering in huge anticipation under our galley.  I rested my lovely new.. shiney.. colourful… walking stick .. by the edge and it did a slow revolution turn and tipped over into the water.  Now I have the reactions of a cat and usually I would have caught it, but my brain somehow decided that if it was a case of dropping the fish food or catching my stick, it would opt for the fish food.  What a stupid decision as I was going to throw the fish food in anyway.!!  So poor fish.. waiting for food and getting bashed on the head with an exotic stick.  Said stick, settled on the bottom, fish regrouped and I took an ear bashing for letting the stick fall. (Why do the male species make us feel that we do these things on purpose)

I was very upset as it was my new holiday stick and I loved all the bright mauve flowers on it.  After a few minutes of haranguing me and then taking  movies of my sad face as I tried to work out how I could go in and get it back.. Steve said.. “I hated that stick it’s like and old ladies stick… now we can get you a genuine wood pole to use”

However, this pristine pool with crystal clear water now is sporting a statement/line/coloured/effect on one side which says.. “Her lies Annie Jones’s artistic rendering of Stick/Pool picture.”   It can be seen for all miles around but I hope no-one traces it to me.  Steve did say he would wade it but the water remains at a steady freezing cold temperature all year round and although I tried to bath my feet at the appropriate place to do so, after 2 minutes and them turning a lovely shade of my favourite cobalt blue, I didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to go in.

The fish meanwhile are still wondering where this strange object came from when they were expecting the usual small pellets of delicious food!!

So now we are making our way slowly down to Texas stopping on route for a talk tomorrow in Fayetteville.

Much love

Annie

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