On his blog, Brian Kelly shared his experience of the trip to Morocco with Lisa Harrison and Co. and their magic carpet ride into the dunes of the Sahara and I’m so glad he did! What a magnificent and stirring account of that fateful journey within and without. It brought tears to my eyes and I was so envious… until he said that every one of us who reads the story was also right there with them. At times while reading I felt as though I were.
The telling of this serendipitous undertaking is no small task as you’ll see when you realize how long it is and the time and energy it would have taken Brian to write it—and there are complementary photos to boot in his marvelous travelog.
I think Brian does a brilliant job of illustrating that when we can trust and stop trying to control everything, that we will be amazed and delighted at the perfection of circumstances Spirit places in our path.
In my humble opinion and experience, to venture through life NOT knowing what is around every corner is so much more exciting and rewarding than making painstaking plans that often go awry anyway and the ensuing let-downs. The Universe delivers FAR better gifts than I could have articulated.
I’ll get you started here with the beginning of the tale, but please be sure to go to Brian’s blog to read the rest. I don’t want to spoil the surprises, but you’ll be glad you did. It was clearly meant to be. You may even have a few breakthroughs of your own.
I live in a different sort of desert, but even before I relocated here and succumbed to the tug, I felt its mystical pull. Thank you, Brian. Splendid job.
To set the stage and put you in the mood, Canadian muse Loreena McKennitt conjures up the images of Morocco.
This selection almost mirrors the travelers’ irresistible trajectory to join with Heather in the physical. “calling, yearning, pulling, home to you”. Haunting, I thought.
A Journey Into the Sahara…
(This is actually what the desert looked like)
A Journey Into the Sahara…
June 20, 2013
As I sit here at my computer, I find myself staring blindly at the screen, as if the words I’m looking for will start to scroll across the border, like a ticker tape broadcasting the latest news brief. I imagine putting words to this experience must be like trying to articulate what it feels like watching your baby being born, falling in love, or having a near death experience. Not the easiest thing to do, but I owe it to my readers to do the best I can. All I can offer is the journey through my own personal experience. As I saw it through my eyes (which also changed color while in the desert, but I’ll discuss more of that later). That being said, the experience I had and that of AK’s, Lisa’s, D’s, Bob’s, or any of the group for that matter, could be entirely different. Equally as profound, I’m sure, as many of us have had discussions since we’ve been back, but vastly different in perception, as personal experiences tend to be.
Prior to embarking on this journey, I had a deep inner knowing this was not to be the typical, get your family in the car and head cross country, type of vacation. Morocco is hardly Wally World. (National Lampoons reference lol) This was to be an adventure of epic proportions. To me it felt like the culmination of all the work we have done since December. On a much deeper level, it was more like the culmination of all the work I/We have done over many lifetimes, all leading up to this moment. From the instant Heather made reference to how strongly she was feeling the call to get all of our energetic signatures together in Africa, I knew I was going. I didn’t know how, as cash is very limited until the I U/V launches, I just knew. I set the intention to manifest the means to do so and a few days later, to show gratitude for all the work I had done to help get the OPPT message out, Heather offered to cover the costs of the trip. And so it was set….
From the moment my plane landed in Marrakech, I already felt many changes happening within. The journey, by any stretch of the imagination, was not an easy one. From delayed flights, to bad weather conditions, to not having an address of where I was staying and getting hassled at customs, all things that would normally stress someone out, through all of it, I felt incredibly guided. Then to find I had made it to Marrakech, but my luggage decided to have a siesta in New York without me. All I now have is the clothes on my back and my backpack containing, a couple books, an airplane pillow and a sweatshirt, and my wallet and passport. Typical response to a situation like this is usually, what? Freak out, yell at someone, go into panic mode, get angry, or usually a combination of all four. Nope. My first thought was, “well I guess the Universe wanted me to travel light.” Didn’t care whatsoever. I knew my bag would make it there sooner or later. Such a liberating feeling, actually. I began to wonder if I would even be upset if the airline lost my luggage entirely. Probably not, at least in that moment
After a few hours in Marrakech waiting for Heather to pick Katrina and I up at the airport, something told me I needed to find a wifi connection and check my Skype. My phone there was useless. When all the locals typically only speak Arabic and French, not the easiest thing to do, but I was able to sweet talk a guy who was selling phone cards at a little airport kiosk to let me use his. Not five minutes before I made the connection, AK sent me a message from Heather saying she couldn’t make it down to Marrakech (about a 4 hour drive from Tangiers) that we needed to take a cab to the train station and take the overnight train, due to depart in an hour. Departing at 9pm and arrives in Tangiers at 7am. Had I checked Skype any later we would have missed the last train and had to stay the night at the airport. The travel journey continues.
On the train I gave up staying in a sleeper car (something that I’ve always wanted to do) to staying in the little six man car with Katrina, because she didn’t feel safe in there alone in a foreign land. Nothing like being woken up every 30 minutes or so by a guy shining a flashlight in your face to see how many available seats there are in your cab, but I was glad to do it.
The next morning we got off at the Tangiers stop only to find out about an hour later that it was not the main terminal. So, we found someone that could speak English to tell a cab driver where we needed to go. Only to find out later that Heather went to the terminal we were supposed to be at and when we weren’t there she decided to go to the one we had just come from, as we were heading to where she had just been, at the main terminal. Comical, I know. After a few hours of waiting at the main terminal, I was able to walk to a McDonald’s to use their free wifi, which was closed but fortunately I could connect with the signal outside, and got in touch with Chris, who was the only one online at the time. He could pass a message along to Heather and the crew of where we were.
Shortly thereafter, Youssef, Heather’s husband picked us up and we arrived safely, after 48 hours of continuous travel with the rest of the crew at the complex where Heather lives and we would be staying for the next few weeks. I tell this travel story, not because it’s the most exciting story in the world. I know it’s not lol. But because through all that chaos, I maintained total and complete composure and peace of mind. A stranger in a strange land, no phone or internet, lost luggage, don’t speak the language, and no light at the end of the tunnel….and through all that not one ounce of Fear or worry. THAT in itself is a testament to the changes I was already experiencing. A complete faith in the higher guidance, there present in every moment, illuminating the way. Albeit the long way lol.
As the car pulled up into the driveway, there was Lisa, Heather, Sue, Muxi and Vera sitting out on Heather’s porch chatting it up, with their pint sized cups of coffee. A tradition I would soon learn is quite common at pretty much any time of the day. The only variables that changed were, who was in the group and the porch of congregation. Oh, and sometimes D prefers Coke to coffee
All kidding aside, everything that happened up to this point was a build up to this exact moment. Which would ultimately transmute to a series of moments culminating on the group heading into the desert. Heather was the first one to welcome me with a huge, motherly sized, hear-to-heart connection, big bear hug. The kind of hug that says, “it’s so great to see you again!” As opposed to what it could have been which is, “nice to finally meet you.” I got that sense, not only with Heather, but with everyone that I hugged that morning. D said it in the post she put up last week, it was more like a Family Reunion than anything else. I truly got the sense that I’ve known these people for many lifetimes. Actually, it wasn’t a sense at all, it was a Knowing. This was the first time in my life I felt this way with a whole group of people all in the same physical space and all at the same time. Right away it was magic.
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