Carol, I didn't mention Florence or Switzerland but I had one of the most profound experiences (actually several)in my life there. We lived in England but my husband had to go to Geneva almost every other week and most of the time I went with him because we got a half fare ticket for me.
There's a whole story surrounding Florence and how I got there. The Universe had it's hand in that for sure. The minute I reached the old towne, I was home - both my husband and myself felt like we had come home. We ended up there for a total of 3 times that year (2006) for an overall period of about 2 months.
One morning while he was working I walked up onto the Ponte Vecchio by myself - it was winter (January). Once I got to the top I found that little opening between the gold merchants and gazed out down the river. Suddenly, for no reason that I knew, I started weeping - thank God I was alone - it was spontaneous - there was a joy and sadness that I have yet to understand.
When we went back in April, we happened there during Easter. We learned from an American woman who owned the jewelry store next to the hotel (she had gone there 20 years earlier on vacation and never left - something I could understand) that the Thursday night before Easter it was the custom to visit 7 different chapels. All of them were open and having an evening service with only candles and sage burning. We were on our last chapel when this happened:
I noticed a nun and a plainly dressed ordinary looking citizen quickly walking up the wide expansive stone steps into the cathedral and then toward the alter, as though they were late. There was a small obscure open door to the left of the alter, which they both went through, as though they were going behind the alter. I quickly followed with my husband and our friend in tow. We wound down this long hallway and suddenly landed in a 20+' small roundish smoked and candle filled room. Oh my God.....we had stumbled upon the private (hidden) chapel of the Medici family and they were in the middle of a candlelit service. The chapel was bursting with fresh white lilies. It was quite small in comparison to the outer cathedral but adorned like you've never seen. Our friend said he couldn't believe it when he saw me very quickly walking like a shot towards the alter and then veered to the left and going through the plain door. The guys could hardly keep up but they weren't going to miss out on what I was headed for. I didn't know myself. I just felt the compulsion to follow. It was almost too much to take in. I stood spellbound and so humbled and brought to a tear or two. This stuff is undeniable and so powerful. It is there. Then to realize that all of the
Catholics were worshiping in a place created to expose all the lies perpetrated for so many years and they didn't even know it. They too are victims.
Oh, and don't get me started on Sedona.
There's a whole story surrounding Florence and how I got there. The Universe had it's hand in that for sure. The minute I reached the old towne, I was home - both my husband and myself felt like we had come home. We ended up there for a total of 3 times that year (2006) for an overall period of about 2 months.
One morning while he was working I walked up onto the Ponte Vecchio by myself - it was winter (January). Once I got to the top I found that little opening between the gold merchants and gazed out down the river. Suddenly, for no reason that I knew, I started weeping - thank God I was alone - it was spontaneous - there was a joy and sadness that I have yet to understand.
When we went back in April, we happened there during Easter. We learned from an American woman who owned the jewelry store next to the hotel (she had gone there 20 years earlier on vacation and never left - something I could understand) that the Thursday night before Easter it was the custom to visit 7 different chapels. All of them were open and having an evening service with only candles and sage burning. We were on our last chapel when this happened:
I noticed a nun and a plainly dressed ordinary looking citizen quickly walking up the wide expansive stone steps into the cathedral and then toward the alter, as though they were late. There was a small obscure open door to the left of the alter, which they both went through, as though they were going behind the alter. I quickly followed with my husband and our friend in tow. We wound down this long hallway and suddenly landed in a 20+' small roundish smoked and candle filled room. Oh my God.....we had stumbled upon the private (hidden) chapel of the Medici family and they were in the middle of a candlelit service. The chapel was bursting with fresh white lilies. It was quite small in comparison to the outer cathedral but adorned like you've never seen. Our friend said he couldn't believe it when he saw me very quickly walking like a shot towards the alter and then veered to the left and going through the plain door. The guys could hardly keep up but they weren't going to miss out on what I was headed for. I didn't know myself. I just felt the compulsion to follow. It was almost too much to take in. I stood spellbound and so humbled and brought to a tear or two. This stuff is undeniable and so powerful. It is there. Then to realize that all of the
Catholics were worshiping in a place created to expose all the lies perpetrated for so many years and they didn't even know it. They too are victims.
Oh, and don't get me started on Sedona.
Carol wrote:Woah Bobbie, I've been to all of those places too and had very strong connections to them. Also in Italy, Switzerland and Germany. In Florence I found my way into this church that didn't look like much on the outside but the entire inside was made of green Malichite and was so awestruck I just sat down and soaked it all in.
If I were to live in England Glastonbury was where I was drawn to the most.
We almost moved to Sedona too. Had some amazing experiences there.
