London & Paris's Revelations

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I was vacationing with my boyfriend, celebrating our one year (if you don't count the five we were platonic best friends) in London and Paris. And now I'm on my way to Chicago in just a few hours, but I wanted to give you a few excerpts from the London and Paris diaries, which you can read later today at JasonCurious.com. I don't have time to post the whole thing, nor would it probably be interesting to all of you, but here are some of the more spiritual moments on my trip overseas:

At the Egyptian sphinx temple to Isis along the River Thames in London: So much flashed before my eyes here and it was the beginning of me realizing that this was going to be a really surreal trip! This Egyptian sphinx right outside our hotel was sanctioned as a temple to Isis, who was worshiped in Greece, Rome, Egypt and just about everywhere else in the world as the Goddess of Motherhood until the time of Christ. After Christ, Constantine sensed the trend and as a political move, converted the masses to Christianity. Viola! Isis was replaced by The Virgin Mary. (You'll see more of Isis later on this trip later! I think her spirit must've been following us.) The only people to continue worshiping Isis were Pagans who refused to stop worshiping deities of nature as a way to connect to God. To be sure the masses converted, they deemed them devil worshipers (the furthest thing from the truth) and had hundreds of thousands of men, women and children viciously tortured and burned as heretics. This was the beginning of a long line of blood shed (still going strong!) in Jesus's name and the beginning of people saying, "In Jesus's name we pray," and "In Jesus's name we kill," and "In Jesus's name we deem you unworthy." The beginning of the promotion of separation instead of unity. The division of Lust (Magdalane) and Love (Mary). The beginning of organized religion teaching you how to be mastered instead of teaching about being your own master. The beginning of "I am not capable." Sucks to be Jesus. Doubt this was his intention and it does make you wonder if it were between he and Lucifer, which would be more likely to be a member of the Christian church if they were alive today. And I've got news, they are alive today. All of this was running through my head as I sat here at one of the few temples to Isis that still stands. It was an honor to be at her feet, our original earth Mother.

At Westminster Abbey, London: This is Westminster Abbey, where tens of thousands of people are entombed within its walls and floor with monuments to them throughout the building. It's basically one big house of death, but death has never looked so beautiful! It was built in the shape of a crucifix and is the home of the remains for everyone from Sir Isaac Newton and Winston Churchill to Mary Queen of Scots and Elizabeth I. No one really struck us as giving off any major energy until we got to Elizabeth I. The aura around her tomb was so strong you could just feel it from your head to your toes. I felt the presence of my grandmother here too and I don't have the slightest clue why. Maybe they knew each other in a past life or know each other now. I took something away from Westminster though. Being surrounded by so much death and so much beauty simultaneously, I don't think I'll ever be scared of death again. Inside its walls, these tens of thousands seemed to whisper, "It's just a new page." And I believed them.

At Saint-Chappelle, Paris: Next, we headed to a cathedral I'd been dying to see, Sainte-Chapelle, known for having the most intricate and extensive stained glass display in the world. These photos couldn't possibly do it justice. The windows span nearly the entire length of floor to ceiling. And its just one after another after another after another. The church says that the windows have magical powers, which is interesting because Catholics usually denounce the word "magic" so heavily. Oh and remember our friend Isis from London? This church was built over an old temple to her. Might have something to do with the "magic." These little buggers had fallen from the church's exterior. If you'll notice in the first photo of the church from the outside, there's lots of gargoyles which are used frequently in cathedrals here to keep evil spirits out. I was so intensely drawn to these two that had fallen, the one on the far left and the one on the far right. They seriously called to me, I've never experienced anything like it. With the magic of the stained glass all around me, I walked to them, pushed aside in the corner with no one paying them any attention whatsoever and they started speaking to me. At first, it was like radio frequency coming in scratchy until I could figure out what was going on. The one on the left was speaking a foreign language (Latin?) I couldn't understand and the one on the right was serving as translator. The message I was getting is that all of the gargoyles felt incredibly used. They were saddened by the church's lack of understanding and these two had fallen in hopes of finding something better, someone who would understand the power of darkness embraced as opposed to the weakness of trying to shut it out or deny it. "They shun us and yet use us, beg of us to keep our own kind out," they said. While the other gargoyles did dutifully as they were told, these two had a different path. "We could stand here no longer." They said they would come with me only if I promised to always embrace them as well as the light, to never deny both sides of myself and remember that there is darkness and light within all of us, that there can't be one without the other. "Embrace us and we will protect you, guide you and help bring you light and the everlasting beauty you see shining through these walls. Like our glass house you see here, there can be no beauty without light but there can be no light without darkness." I carry their spirits with me now, one on each shoulder, my left and my right.

We visited another church later in the day, one Mikey's mom had wanted him to see where two nuns' bodies had never decomposed after death (they were supposedly NOT embaled) and so they were made saints and put on display there in glass cases. I didn't get any messages here, though I really tried to listen for the sisters' voices. Their spirits seemed gone from those bodies and gone from that building.

On the flight back to America: Flying home the next morning, I could think of nothing but one word: Soil. I couldn't wait to touch American soil. Don't get me wrong. London and Paris both have their charms and I learned a lot about people's perception of America and I feel their points are very valid. But it is home. In fact, this trip made me look at it as more than home. It's family. Dysfunctional family, sure, but family none the less and Lord knows I'm all about defending your family at all costs. I have such a greater appreciation for the ground I stand on and what it must've taken to make this place what it is today.

I guess I realize now that when it comes to your land, you're either a caregiver or you're a taker.

So glad to be home. :-)



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