My TRIP to Spain

So I decide to go to spain. My first encounter with this lovely country.

I have a friend that has just purchased a property in Spain. She gave me the first point of contact. THE ESTATE AGENT i'll refer to her as A.

I arrived in Malaga and took the coach to Granada. The mountains were so lovely, paradise. The journey was equally lovely. My intention was to find a place to settle a place to relax a place that I can take my tribe. The tribe of amazing, true people, those who exist for others. The self less tribe of that I have been blessed to meet. The spiritual pilgrims of light that have spiralled in and out of the dance of life.

My mission was to find the others, those who I have dreamt of people aware of their lives. respecting their bodies and their environment. spirit that are not dis-eased by societies virus of manipulation.

The House, the dream, the estate agent from Hell.

Arriving in Mecina I was greeted by an estate agent, a wacky girl with strange business sence. The first night I watched her take Ecstasy with her friend. Conversation flow was constructive. I downloaded her with an intense computer program explaining everything from binary through to complex network methodologies.

One property that I was interested in was in the small town of Valor. The property was lovely, perfect, my dream come true. It was somewhere that I had visioned, its "was" to be my home....NOT. Instead of signing the papers I decided to walk down the mountain roads the walk was about 65Km and took two days. Phew. I wasn't quite sure what possessed me to do such a walk, it was an inner voice and feeling that I trusted. If I were to get the house, if it were truely in my destiny i'd get it.

Sleeping with the blessing of Mary.

Finding a place to sleep was a magical twist of manifestation. I walked past a house that had a light coming from it, flickering in an ambionic type of gaze. Catchering my curiosity, pulling me back to stare through the window. It was not a house at all. It was a chapel, of sorts. A small enclosure, a cute little house thingy with a bell above the door. Through the window was Mary, well a statue of her any way. She had flowers around her and a candle in the centre of the room it wasn't fully burnt. This was somewhere in the middle of Mecina and Orgiva. There were no visible houses anywhere. I felt that this was for me. Two palm trees covered the doorway entrance and gave shade from the potential of rain. It was where I spent the night. Protected from the elements at the doorway of Mary. Snuggled up in my sleeping bag I rested my weary body and let the night blanket my soul as I contently drifted to the other land. I remembered at the point of sleep feeling my body suddenly change its aware state. It made me opened my eye. There standing in front of me was a fox like creature staring intently. The body must automatically sence the presence of another animal.

The next day I awoke and sent my blessings to the space that was so beautifull supplied to me and went on my merry way backpack and sleeping bag my bag of cooked rice and honey and I was on my way. the mountains in Spain are so beautiful. I did notice that the olive trees were in abundance. Seemed like a few mountains have lost their top soil, the skeleton structures of trees arraying themselves across the planes created a sight of a weird type of curiosity.

The lady in the cafe

I stopped of in a small town, I can't remember what the name was. The Lady in the Cafe didn't speak a bit of english. As I don't  speak Spanish it caused a little rift in communication. The translation books were set out on the bar and the communication got to a point of me ordering a plate of chips. I wanted fish, but never mind I was hungry. When I told her I was walking aimlessly towards somewhere she laughed and said in gestures not to rush and take my time.

The steep ravine

The walk led me to a point where I was was on a very high bridge, I had ran out of water. I had no choice, the journey down the steep ravine towards barely visible stream of water. It was a perilous journey that tested my leap of faith systems to the max. Slippy steep gradient that probably tested the grip of a few soles before me. I had to zig zag down the spikey vegetation and avoid taking wrong steps that may give way to the vastness of a very long drop.

I finally made it, I was there. I discovered an oasis. A water fall of water so pure that the freshness revitalised in an instant. I FELT LIKE A SPRING CHICKEN. READY FOR THE WORLD. I washed my clothes against the rocks, filled up me drinking flask, and I was of back up that steep mountain path of life (said with a 1950s yankee accent).

Orgiva - the spiritual heart of Spain.

So I see Orgiva from the distance. It would take a few more hours. It was worth it. I camped at the base of Orgiva. A welcoming campsite would be my home for the next few days.

I met a lovely pixie lady there, we spoke for hours. She lived in a van, with her dog. She'd travel about alot. A story that she told me was of the police, and the way they treat her. Searching her for drugs all the time. never finding anything, because, surprise surprise. She was not a drug dealer. She gave me details of people in Orgiva who I should contact so I was off. And boy what a journey awaited me!.

Stefan the Biker dude.

The first place I went was in a travellers pub. It was a rough place indeed. Kids sipping beer. General swearing, mostly in English. Raggedy clothes. I remember the conversation I had with a guy I met on the coach from Malaga. He told me that there was a rainbow community in Orgiva. It was the main pull to the area. Like minded sub-ecohippies on a mission to save the world. I used complex hand gestures to ask if they knew of any rainbow dudes. I given the directions to Beneficio. My plain, confused face prompted the biker dude to give me a wizzy tour on the back of a harley type bike to the mountains. Great what a bonus.

I walked all the way up the mountain. But for no reason. I couldn't find beneficio. There was nothing there only a very old village on top of the mountain. interesting! I walked down it again. No beneficio.

Anyway let me rapid this story a little bit my fingers are starting to ache like me feet were walking to Orgiva.

The estate agent directed me to a secret Sufi place. I would spent the next week there. I got initiated in and given all the sacred wisdom from an ancient lineage. Magic as it was. There was a lot of syncronisities going on. Alot of tests from the higher plane.

In Orgiva for easter, they march a statue of christ around the town. its pennance and a journey to remind us of the journey christ took before he was placed on the cross. I joined the march almost led it for a while. It was a little weird, as there was people wearing Masks with pointy hats that had holes for eyes. I felt that If I were to join such a ceremony I had to do it with honor and respect.

A friend that I met a few days before joined me on the journey to.

The friends name is Adam. He turned out to be a real brother. Who drove me to he amazing mountain house. that over looked to whole of Orgiva. The house had fresh spring water coming out of the taps. What a blessing. We sat and designed a whole new form of symbol based number system that is so easy to use. Wow what a revelation.

Pixie of light number 2, was there she appeared in the sufi building. Also feeling the need to come and meet here soul family. She had also reached the end of her karmic cycle. so we all flowed with purity to wards the unknown.

The Mountain party.

We all arrived at the party in the mountains. Being greeted by a couple more brothers that we had me earlier and visioned with and journeyed with equally. The party had a psychedelic twist to it. You know the type of dance floor when the local havet got a clue about dancefloor rhythem . You've got the trance sisters moving with the spirit of the music. The Alcohol collective standing idle in the middle of the trance-floor. The spinners throwing random acts Neural linguistics into the psyche. The correctional squad trying to convince you that your life is crap an you should go home and get a life. An average trancey type of experience really.

A lady had her child there. It was damp and not really the place to take a child. The weather was not the best. I suggested that she take the child into the tent and put her asleep. She did this, thank god. So I spun the night away and drifted around. At sun rise I found myself tripping along a pathway towards a little house that was soo beautiful. the garden was kept so nicely it was a dream. An absolute dream. As the sun rose I prayed for a while and prayed my respects to the land with a blessing of unity. And off back to the party for a magical twist of magical moments.

The mother of the child greeted me in the morning and gave me a lovely blessing of gratitude.

Packing away was interesting, the rain had come up through the tent and left the canvess in a very damp situation. I managed to pack away the massage couch and the tent without getting my hands muddy. The two angels of light were in the car asleep. So it was left to me to do the heavy lifting.

The angels of light and I went to the mountain home and we were greeted with warmth and food of organic splender. Did I mention the spring water on tap?

The next day at the sufi place I met a guitarest. I asked him if he was selling his guitar. He almost cried. It was only yesterday that he sent out an Email telling the world that he was selling his prize guitar. We ended up taking him back to the mountain paradise we all journeyed with deep meditation. The Guy had been looking for someone who could connect him with his soul. Adam and I had the honour of teaching him some of the sacred rites of soul retrieval. I showed him the sacred mindlock ceremony.

The girl from portugal, the drum, the harmonica, The car door and the policeman. The Engagement Ring.

Adam had met a girl who was a student from portugal. He came across as being a little immature. but had a lovely spirit. We met in Granada. I had brought a drum and a harmonica. We all hit the streets for a laugh. Everything here is not in the correct order but this is basically what happened. I asked Adam to stop at a music shop in Granada. He parked in the corner of the road. The door swung open and hit another car. The police questioned Adam for hours. I used this opportunity to buy an Engagement ring for my lovely girlfriend at home, whom I missed dearly.

Engagement. YES IM GETTING MARRIED!. ZAK ME I MARRIED. WHAT MAGIC. It was the perfect moment to buy the ring. God had created the moment to allow me to find the ring. As soon as I saw the ring my finger pointed directly to it. Brilliant.

Adam finally persuaded the police that the insurance papers were legitimate and we were off.

many more things happened but my fingers will probably fall off. The next day Adam drove me to Malaga and I was Shrooming all the way home.