After our last healing expedition, we were keen to do more. I asked Bruno where in St Lucia he would like to go next to do some energy clearing and he chose Pigeon Island. It’s an ex-island to the north of St Lucia which was once separate but has since been joined to the mainland. It’s now a national park which is beautiful and peaceful but holds many layers of a turbulent history… pirates, battles, wars, rebellions, domination, cruelty. It has a museum with the main relics found on the Island of St Lucia and has many ruins on the actual land, plus a burial ground from way back to Admiral Rodney’s time. Quite a lot of stuff for one little island.
And Pigeon Island is the spot where we released the ashes from our previous ceremony… just by chance hey!
We were keen to go and to do some work but spirit said… ‘wait’. We needed to prepare, to ground, to really be ready for this one, it was to be a big one! And the possibilities were felt by those we were to help.
Once the decision was made to go I could smell rum and cigars in our apartment, for days. It was the smell of rum that was stale, from someone who drank and smoked and rarely bathed. The smell was so strong. We were being ‘checked-out’ by one of the ex slave master’s…. He felt threatened and was wondering what we were up to. The air was thick with his presence.
A week later, feeling somewhat prepared, we headed off for an afternoon on the island.
Once there, we felt our way, we really allowed spirit to guide us. We first headed to the Caribbean side of the Island, we walked as far north as we could to a spot which felt right. It had a little clearing and a spot to sit. The area was just next to a cemetery where a lot of naval soldiers were buried but while we were there it felt like the souls who were hanging around were Caribs (one of the original tribes) and ex-slaves. We were surrounded by a ring of beautiful old trees and it felt like we were well and truly surrounded by a ring of beings, we were all working together.
Approaching the area, Isabella cried and cried. Once we were there she was still. The energy in that particular spot was thick with emotion. Oh boy! We sat quietly and could feel the sadness, I cried and cried as the emotions were being processed and cleared. So much trauma and sadness!!! But in time, it lifted, we could feel the lightness and could see the souls releasing. It was such a relief! We felt the work had been done, for that particular spot anyway.
We then popped into the cemetery where there was such a sense of heaviness and panic. The soldiers were so attached to their uniforms and medals etc and didn’t want to leave them, they provided a sense of safety and purpose, but they did leave eventually. And again a sense of lightness came.
We walked a little further and walked along a pier, I could see so many bodies (in spirit) floating in the water. I checked to see what they needed to be able to leave but they said they weren’t ready to leave just yet. Once in this spot, the Spanish fleet was captured and brutalised by Pirates (or so the history books say) and I could see that the bodies floating in the water were in uniform. So, that’s for a future visit!
Then we went to the other side of the Island (the side facing Martinique) and the area we worked on wasn’t accessible but we sat as close as we could. It felt like there were A LOT of ex-slaves on that side of the island, holding so much grief and longing for the neighbouring island Martinique. It felt like they were wanting to re-unite with family members who had been sold to slave masters in Martinique. I could see them holding onto the side of the hill and reaching out toward Martinique, reaching as far as they could, with such sorrow. Such sorrow! And Isabella cried and cried.
The energy here lifted, the deep sorrow lifted somewhat and I was told that we needed to go back to this same spot before our trip to Martinique, that we should visit again and take a rock or some soil from there to take to Martinique… all with the intention of re-uniting families so that they can then leave (ascend).
For the moment we needed to clear some more energy so we took some bits and pieces with us to the magical hill (where we went for our last ceremony) with many souls following the car, just like last time, and burnt the bits and pieces with some sage. I could hear the beings saying thank you, thank you over and over and Bruno and I both felt the lightness… and Isabella slept at last!
We felt a lovely lightness, I also felt frustrated that we couldn’t do more. But was shown that bit by bit is the way it has to be done.
Interestingly, just next to the island they were setting up for a huge weekend beach party which is put on for French people from Martinique and there were loads of yachts, boats and jet ski’s arriving from Martinique for just that. The St Lucia/Martinique link felt so strong!
A few days later, Isabella and I were out and about and killing some time, so we drove to Pigeon Island, sat in the car just outside the gate and could hear the ex-slaves on the hill singing to their loved ones. It sounded so beautiful, so poignant, so powerful. They had shifted from a state of deeply held sorrow and longing to a sorrow that was being expressed by song, a sorrow that had hope of resolution.
May the healing ripples run far, wide and deep!