The Priestess, Purple Snowflakes and a Ganesha Pocket Watch

Probably since Neptune started approaching my Asc way back in 2010, I started having vivid and epic dreams that I could remember. Lately these dreams have become hugely epic. 
Probably because Neptune has been lulling my Sun and Mars for a couple of years now.

I find it interesting how homeopathic remedies and flower essences weave through my dreams and bring messages from the ephemeral realms.

As I mentioned in my previous post, for a week or so I have been taking Olea Europea 200CH and I started dreaming about Malta. Now form last Saturday it was the turn of Carcinosin LM3…and Sacred Frankincense (Boswellia Sacra) essential Oil. The last time I took Carscinosin 200CH I dreamt very frequently about Malta, the sea, yellow rocks and cliffs.

Saturday I dreamt about my mother and my sister. We were somewhere in a house near the sea, in Malta. Probably we were in a harbour area. Nothing really particular except of dreaming both my sister and my mother together in the same dream.

However Sunday’s night dream falls under the vivid and mystical dreams filing cabinet. Probably because after Carcinosin I added a smear of Sacred Frankincense on top of my mouth’s roof and drifted to sleep with it in my mouth.

I remember the dream from the point where I was doing grocery shopping at my favourite organic shop in Italy. There were sweet desert samples to taste. Sort of coconut balls of various colours and flavours. I took the orange and white one. The brown ones, the chocolate ones, I avoided cause I knew that if I took it I would not sleep for three days.

Then there was a cannolo to taste. I toke a bite but I spat it out because I noticed it was wheat pastry… and I can’t eat wheat.

I put the grocery in the car and drove away. 

I arrived at a beautiful parking place near the sea. I knew it was Malta. The parking was exactly on the rocks leading on to the sea. On both left and right there were the huge yellow cliffs.

The sea was a bit rough, windy and the grey clouds were hanging low. 

I walked down just near the sea, where there were trenches cut in the rocks. The trenches were quite deep that I could walk in them without seeing the sea. I was just at the beginning of the sea enclosure.

To see the sea I had to jump and leaning on my elbows keep hanging on the rocks with my feet dangling. Which is what I did with extreme ease! The sea was at my face level. 

I was taking in all the beauty of that scenery in deep, slow breaths.

A young woman walked towards me from my left hand side, that is from the enclosed part of the sea. She had long, dark, curly, wild hair that was being blown in the wind.

She said, “She is beautiful isn’t she?”

Nodding I said, “Yes Malta is really beautiful.”

With love and devotion in her voice she answered, “Malta is not only beautiful. She is Sacred”.

As if thinking aloud I murmured, “It has been 20 years now that I have been away from Malta. I am thinking of coming back”.

“That is a long time”. 

After some time she added,”Do you have a job if you come back?”

Nearly jokingly I replied, “They say there is a lot of work for me here in Malta, if I come back.”

Looking straight at me and inside me she exclaimed softly, “Ah you are the healer aren’t you? I have heard about you.”

Amused I retorted, “About me? Who told you about me?”

Whilst closing her eyes for a second and tilting her head towards the yellow cliffs, she smiled, “They told me about you.”

At that moment, from the enclosed part of the sea, from behind the young woman, low strange clouds started rolling out, passing over our heads. They were like snow flakes but huge, so huge that I could see all their inner geometry and they were purple in colour. 

We both stood dangling from the rocks watching this mesmerising event. I tried to catch one…I asked, “What did they tell you?”

She never answered. 

So I said, I had to go back because it was late and probably my partner was getting worried.

She replied, “Come with me so we can exchange business cards”.

All of a sudden I find myself in the house of this young woman. As she was writing her name on a piece of paper she uttered, “I have to show you something”.

Her hand reached her chest and she took out a pocket watch pendant. “My mother gave it to me”. 

She gave it to me to hold in my hands. The lid was embossed with Ganesha. I pressed the button, opening the lid. Inside where the mechanical parts of the watch, which were powered not by crystals but by homeopathic white pills. Three of them came out. I tried to put them in so not to waste them….And she said, “No do not worry, the watch perpetually regenerates them and those are for you to take.”

If you made it till here, please watch the video, it is about Malta and its innate beauty.

The Seven Mages, the Crow and the Owl

I closed my eyes and when I reopened them I was on a beautiful, long sandy beach. In front of me lay a blue, flat sea flickering back the twilight that was unfolding. On the horizon, lining the sea was a pale white strip of sky.

Just above where the sky was darker was a huge crescent Moon, with its dark side clearly visible. The beach on my left stretched as far as my eyes could see. Lining the sand was a forest made up of long pointed green trees. On my right, the beach turned to form a piece of enclosure that rose to cliffs covered by medium sized trees and shrubs. Just over the cliffs, the first stars where showing.

With my back towards the sea I could see an enormous forest sprawling gently, upwards, towards the faraway mountains with pink snowy tops, abruptly giving way to a darkening sky.

I was besides a well-lit bonfire, crackling in all its glory, casting dancing shadows on the glinting sand under my feet. I wore open sandals, a loosely fitted gown and a long mantel with an embroidered hood. In my left hand I held a long plain wooden staff, slightly taller than me and with my right hand I was scribbling astrological data. On my right fourth finger, I wore a ring with the seven symbols of the traditional planets and I knew that the ring was made with the seven elements associated with those seven planets. Now and again it flashed back the fire light, creating the illusion of thunder flashing on the hand-bound book.

Around my neck I had a medium sized pentagram with the symbols of the five elements that felt alive on my skin.

I closed the book, held the staff with both hands and standing up I looked at the peaceful sea and clear sky becoming darker and darker. I could now see the constellations emerging as a tapestry woven by hidden forces.

And all I could ask in all that stillness was “Why?, Why? Why?”

At that moment I became aware that the crickets where humming and the owls where calling from the trees nearby. I could hear steps coming from behind me and a strong soft voice greeted me:

“Hello Apprentice!”

“Hello Master!”

“Why Master? Why always starting from the beginning?”

“You are never starting from the beginning. Every time you are exploring something different. Remember Apprentice, you vowed long time ago to be the Guardian of Ancient Traditions.”

“Yes Master I remember. But each time it is painful.”

“Apprentice, remember, we are all humble servants of the Divine Will. We are all part of the Divine Goddess”

All of a sudden I was surrounded by six other persons all wearing dark, embroidered mantels with hoods. I couldn't see their faces but I knew they were here to help me, they were all Masters, all Mages. All of them seven then made a circle around me and around the roaring fire.

“Master I am afraid”

“With your doings, Apprentice, with your many lives, you are weaving a web for the Divine Consciousness, like those constellations in the sky.

Listen to the thread vibrating, tune in to the music of the spheres.

Trust the process Apprentice,

Trust the process.”

All of a sudden a crow cawed and came landing in the circle just as the Mages slightly parted to leave a space for the Crow to land, looking at me from the other side of the fire.

The Crow pierced my heart with his dark eyes:

“Are you ready to answer the call Apprentice?

To leave the known for the unknown?

Are you ready to burn,

so to weave the thread,

of the cosmic web

and find yourself?”

I heard the Owl calling and her wings flapping, gently landing on my left shoulder.

“Are you ready to answer the call Apprentice?

To leave the known for the unknown?

Are you ready to burn,

so to weave the thread,

of the cosmic web

and find yourself?”

I felt the Owl's comforting weight on my shoulder,

her feathers fluttering softly as the breeze from the sea started catching up.

“Are you ready to answer the call Apprentice?

To leave the known for the unknown?

Are you ready to burn,

so to weave the thread,

of the Cosmic Web,

and find yourself?”

With that final call, the Crow cawed three times and left, as so did the seven Mages, but the Owl faithfully remained as I lowered the staff on the ground, knelt and bowed my head on the still warm sand.

Earth and Water

I crossed the threshold,

felt the call.

I dive towards the sandy sea bed,

the sea beckoning to just let go,

...and flow.

Two parallel worlds,

so near and afar.

Earth and Water.

Kept separate by our evolution,

united by the space of a withheld breath.

The tinkling of the grains of sand,

the gently tumble on each other,

moving along the hidden flow.

There is no resistance,

no questions to be asked.

Just an energy to be.

All is hushed.

Time slows.

Senses expand.

Water and Earth.

Sensually merge.

Another wave,

another thrust.

The veil closes,

the earth reclaims her child,

now pregnant of a gift,

that will slowly grow inside.

My Spontaneous Me

I once was a teenager,

contemplating the sea,

from a rock,

in dark cold wintery night.

I had just come out of a spiritual retreat,

with the intent of not going back.

I wanted to end my life.

I was the laughing stock of my friends,

the disapproval of my teachers,

the leprosy to my nuns.

I was different.

I was unwanted.

I loved a girl.

They loved boys,

or god.

There was no place for me,

amongst my friends,

to my teachers,

to my parents,

to society.

I closed the door,

saying goodbye to life,

to my few things.

Curious of who,

would have missed me.

I perched on that rock,

the sea was deep.

I knew,

that it was cold.

I knew that with my heavy boots,

swimming would be difficult.

Hypothermia would soon come.

I had studied it at school.

I observed,

the reflected twinkling of the light lamps,

of that society,

I longed to escape.

I do not know what held me.

There was not even the moon.

Maybe my soul,

although lost and delirious,

tired of dying,

always so early,

rekindled that desire:

to want,

to live,

at all costs.

I took a stone,

and with all my anger,

threw it,

as far away,

as my cry of pain,

could take.

I took another,

and then another,

until no residual strength,

closed my fingers.

I turned back to where I came.

Little did I knew then,

that I did pay a price,

on that altar.

I had left to bleed to death,

my spontaneous me.

Restlessly the Wind Knocked / Irrequieto il Vento Busso

This morning the wind woke me up,
Restlessly knocking on my windows.
Embedded in his being,
The roaring sounds of the sea,
Where only a few metres away,
a crescendo of waves,
Sign the cadence of an eternal song of love,
Between the sea and the terra firma…
Where one ceases the other commences…
There can’t exist one without the other.

I live on this boundary,
On this fine line full of respect,
Of love,
Of balance.

And in the meantime the wind keeps knocking…
And with it comes the sea…
Conveyed on sand particles,
Impatiently hoping to dwell in my heart,
Which I humbly concede.





Stamattina mi sono alzata con il vento.
Irrequieto bussava alle mie finestre.
Porta dentro di se,
il ruggito del mare,
che poco lontano,
con le onde incalzanti,
segna il ritmo di un’ eterna danza d’amore,
fra il mare e la terra ferma…
Laddove finisce uno comincia l’altro…
E non esiste l'uno senza l’altro.


Vivo su questo confine,
su questa sottile linea pregna di rispetto,
di amore,
di equilibrio.

E nel frattempo il vento bussa…
E con esso arriva il mare…
trasportato sulle particelle di sabbia,
impaziente spera dimora nel mio cuore,
che umilmente concedo.

Silence of the Soul / Il Silenzio dell' Anima

I reached the shore as if taken by hand. My eyes filled with tears and my lungs grasping for air. All I could do is be there on that deserted sandy shore late at night.
All I could do is leave on the seaside a bundle filled with regrets and pain, poisoned and deadly words. I removed it from my grief-stricken heart and left it there under a midnight blue starry night where it delicately reflected the nearly full moon.
A excruciating act… but all of a sudden there you were Adamant and Ginger, a hand each on my shoulder… many others quickly joined in. Their presence made it known to me by filling me with an overwhelming sense of love and peace.
We stayed there and watched as the sea slowly enclosed the packet and bit by bit take it away….gradually towards the horizon.
And slowly to my breath stillness came to be, to my mind peace and to my soul….silence.

Ho raggiunto la spiaggia come se fossi presa per mano. I miei occhi era colmi di lacrime e i miei polmoni annaspavano per l’aria. Tutto quello che potevo fare era essere su quella spiaggia deserta di tarda sera.
Tutto quello che potevo fare era depositare sulla spiaggia un involucro, con dentro tutti i rancori e dolori, veleni e parole pesanti. Lo tolto dal cuore angosciato e lasciato lì sotto un cielo stellato dipinto di blu mezzanotte dove rifletteva delicatamente la luna al suo quasi culmine.
Un compito lancinante…ma improvvisamente siete venuti Adamante e Ginger con una mano ciascuno sulle mie spalle….tanti altri ci hanno raggiunti. Mi hanno fatto sentire la loro presenza riempiendomi con un sconfinato senso di amore e di pace.
Siamo rimasti li ha guardare insieme il mare lambire il pacco e portarselo via lentamente al largo…pezzo a pezzo…gradualmente verso l’orizzonte.
E piano piano al mio respiro si è aggiunta la quiete, alla mia mente la pace, alla mia anima…. Il silenzio.

Luckly enough / Veramente fortunata

I was really enjoying this book, learning a lot about my modes of behaviour but life has decided otherwise.
Last Friday while I was swimming someone decided to steal my bag. I was left fortunately enough with my towel and shoes, able to go back home call my neighbour to give me the spare key. Went in home put my spectacles on ( I was till then moving around in a fogging environment) and a gown, then went back to the seaside to see if I could find my bag thrown over somewhere.
I eventually did find it. Two young lads have ran after the villain and found my bag back thrown near a big dustbin. I found everything inside, my house keys, my spectacles, my swimming gown, my sun tan lotion except for Lise Bourbeau’s book I wrote about in my last post!
Gosh, I never thought my blog had this effect on my readers!!!!!
Well it seems someone needed it more than I do. Wish you luck fellow and thank you Universe for bringing back home all my belongings (nearly).




Stavo veramente godendo a leggere questo libro, imparando molto su i miei schemi comportamentali, ma la vita ha deciso diversamente.
Venerdì scorso stavo nuotando quando qualcuno decide di rubare la mia borsa. Fortunatamente mi sono rimasti l’asciugamano e le scarpe che mi hanno permesso di tornare a casa, chiamare la mia vicina e farmi dare le chiavi di scorta. Sono entrata a casa, messo gli occhiali (fino a quel momento stavo barcollando nella nebbia) messa un vestito e tornata nella spiaggia per vedere se ritrovavo la borsa buttata da qualche parte.
Eventualmente lo trovata. Due giovani ragazzi hanno corso dietro il villano e hanno trovato la mia borsa buttata vicino a un cassonetto. Ho ritrovato tutto, dai chiavi di casa, i miei occhiali da vista, il mio vestito da spiaggia, fino alla mia crema solare. Solo il libro di Lise Bourbeau che avevo citato nel mio ultimo post, era sparito!
Non immaginavo che il mio blog potesse avere tutto questo effetto sulla gente che lo legge!!!
Bhè presumo che a qualcuno serviva più urgentemente di me. Auguri chiunque sei e grazie Universo per avermi portato indietro tutti i miei averi (o quasi).

My First Swim 2008 / Il Mio Primo Bagno 2008

Today I had my first swim of the season. A bit later than usually but I did finally succeed. I had to walk for 30 minutes before I was warm enough to take the plunge and when I did so the impact was so immense that it literally froze all my emotions.

I won’t bore you of how beautiful the sea is today nor all my feelings about it.

I tried my cardio metre which for reasons I still have to investigate did not work while I was swimming.

So while walking on the seashore I discovered that walking bare footed on the shore I have a higher heart rate than walking normally on the road but still reaming in the light zone.

Then if I started walking in shallow water with water reaching barely my ankles than the heart rate rose to moderate bordering high.

If I eventually walked with water reaching half way in between my ankle and knee then the heart rate soared to the high zone.



Oggi ho fatto la mia prima nuotata della stagione. Un po’ in ritardo rispetto al solito ma ci sono riuscita. Ho dovuto camminare per 30 minuti prima di scaldarmi abbastanza per buttarmi nell’acqua e quando l’ho fatto l’impatto era cosi immenso che tutte le mie emozioni si sono letteralmente congelate.

Non vi annoierò con quanto è bello il mare oggi nè con le mie emozioni collegate.

Ho provato il mio cardio frequenzimetro che per ragioni che ancora non ho capito non ha funzionato quando stavo nuotando.

Allora ho scoperto che camminando sulla spiaggia con i piedi nudi il battito cardiaco è un pochino più alto di quando cammino normalmente per strada ma comunque rimanendo nell’ intervallo di esercizio leggero.

Ma quando ho cominciato a camminare nell’ acqua bassa con il mare che a malapena arrivava alle mie caviglie il battito cardiaco aumentava fino a raggiungere la zona moderata ai confini con la zona alta. Se poi camminavo con l’acqua che raggiungeva metà strada fra la mia caviglia e il ginocchio il battito cardiaco saliva vertiginosamente nella zona alta.

About Love / Pensieri sull' Amore

"I’ve watched the sea through your eyes.

And I became one with the sky."

I do not know if the English translation really works out but this is a phrase written by a friend of mine in her blog, Signora si Nasce, which made my heart stir.

The uniqueness of a love that can set one’s soul free.

Now if you would like to, please bear with me and my thoughts.

As time goes by, the more I believe that the only true love that can really help me unveil the sky in my heart’s creases, the divine in the bone marrow of my being a human being, is loving myself.

It is non a narcissist love but a self love meant as respect. Respect meant as the humbleness to understand that living is a life long process of lessons to learn.

The love and courage to undertake a journey through the foggy schemes built to protect what would be to painful to find and see in the brilliant light of a midday sun. Where shadows have no right to exist.

A love that one keeps on searching elsewhere forgetting that it is self love that at the end of the day can help us become better, making us worthy of another turn in the circle of life.

Actually loving others is not possible if before we haven’t learnt to love ourselves for who we are. A flowing being in a continual motion, searching for what really makes us noble inside.

"Ho guardato il mare attraverso gli occhi tuoi.

E mi sono fatta cielo."

Riporto qui una frase scritta da una amica mia nel suo blog, Signora si Nasce. Al suono di queste parole il mio cuore ha fatto un sussulto.

L’unicità di un amore che può fare liberare la proprio anima.

Ora se potete permettetemi questa riflessione.

Più passa il tempo più credo che l’unico vero amore che può farmi scoprire il cielo nelle pieghe del mio cuore, il divino nel midollo del mio essere umano è l’amore verso me stessa.

Non è l’amore narcisista ma è l’amore verso se stessi inteso come rispetto. Rispetto inteso come umiltà di capire che la vita è un lungo susseguirsi di lezioni da imparare.

L’amore e il coraggio di un viaggio attraverso la nebbia degli schemi costruiti per proteggere quello che farebbe troppo male da scoprire e vedere nella brillante luce di un sole a mezzogiorno. Dove le ombre non hanno più dimensione di esistere.

Un amore che si va sempre a cercare altrove dimenticando che è l’amore verso noi stessi che alla fine può migliorarci e renderci degni di un altro turno nel ciclo della vita.

Che non si può amare veramente gli altri se prima non si ama se stessi per veramente quello che si è. Un essere fluido in continuo movimento nella ricerca di quello che ci fa veramente nobili dentro.

The old man, his dog and the sea / Il vecchio, il suo cane e il mare

I’ve just received this picture….and it touched my heart. Maybe because last night I dreamt again of Malta, of its colours, of its scents, of its landscapes.

Does anyone know who’s the painter?

Ho appena ricevuto questa immagine…..e mi ha toccato il cuore. Forse perché la scorsa notte ho sognato di nuovo Malta, i suoi colori, i suoi odori, i suoi paesaggi.
Qualcuno sa dirmi chi è il pittore?

Sea Message / Messaggio Via Mare

Today I woke up feeling that aftertaste of sadness, of melancholy that engulfs all those who for one reason or another, they can only remember and evoke their native land in their heart and not without a good dose of pain.

It always happens to me during this period of the year. Maybe because yesterday I woke up with the sea’s scent that was slowly changing in its summer odour. Maybe because yesterday I went to the sea for an hour or so even if at the end of it I was freezing cold. Maybe because in these days I felt again that strong desire that gets me from deep inside my being and drives me to the sea without any possibility of asking why. I have to go and that’s it. It is as if my mental health, my soul’s peace depends on that very act.

It is like a call coming from that far away land and of that sea that upholds it which travels all the distance to deposit on the sand a few meters away from my home, a message of an immeasurable love that knows no end.

Oggi mi sono svegliata con quel retrogusto di tristezza, di malinconia di chi la sua terra nativa per una ragione od un’altra, la può solo ricordare e rievocare nel cuore e non con senza una sana dose di dolore.

Mi succede sempre di questi tempi. Forse perché ieri mi sono svegliata con l’odore del mare che piano piano virava verso il suo profumo estivo. Forse perché ieri sono andata al mare per un’oretta pur alla fine morire di freddo. Forse perché in questi giorni ho risentito quel forte desidero che mi nasce dalle viscere che mi spinge ad andare al mare senza ma o perché. Non guardo in faccia a nessuno. Ci devo andare è basta. E’ come né valesse della mia salute mentale, della pace nella mia anima.

E’ come un richiamo di quella terra lontana, di quel mare che la avvolge, che attraversa tutta la distanza per depositare sulla sabbia a poche centinaia di metri da casa mia un messaggio di un amore immenso che non conosce fine.