Of course we arrived back from our trip to Martinique feeling pretty knackered, but happy to have achieved. We washed clothes and even more clothes, we shopped for food… the usual post trip stuff.
That evenings we were tired, Isabella slept and fed so much the next morning. She was a feeding sleeping baby machine! I had a sleep in too and in my sleep had slave after slave after slave come to me one by one for a chat… I don’t know what was said but it seems to have been very healing.
I smelt cocoa tea and charcoal all morning… Cocoa tea is like a hot chocolate, it’s the traditional tea that they drank back then, and we have it most days (it’s so good and really good for you, really it is!). Charcoal was used (and still is) to cook. A clay pot called a ‘Coal Pot’ is used to hold the burning coals and the pot which contains the food. The smells were so strong.
Bruno had felt ‘crowded’ all night and all morning and I could feel the presence of a LOT of spirits too. They were content, watching us, watching the way we do things now, patiently waiting for our next move. They asked me to pop some cocoa tea (Bruno happened to make a big pot of it the night before) on the coal pot for them. Those smells then became real, they were content, they had been fed and nourished.
We decided to go to pigeon island early that afternoon to re-unite them with their loved ones. It felt like we needed to drop them off, like they needed guidance to get there safely. They still felt vulnerable and we were their guides.
I tell you what, we had a heavy load traveling to Pigeon Island! Walking from the car park into the island felt almost impossible. The weight of grief was incredible.
And the joyous emotion at the re-union was so beautiful… I shed more tears :). We could feel the energy lifting so much and I could see so many souls ascending. Isabella was crying all the way but she felt relief when we left. We went for a swim and felt so free.
It feels like there’s a lot more to do on that small Island but we’re up for it and look forward to more ‘work’ if you could call it that.
Returning home it felt good to have more space in our little apartment… we were happy for the visors but thrilled that they had been re-united and freed and that we had our home back, just for us and the usual beings who happily hang around helping us out :).
And fast track to a few weeks later, each time we visit the island, and go to the area where the grieving ex-slaves were hanging out, we feel a sense of peace. Like a big sigh of relief. And each time we hear “thank you, thank you, thank you” being whispered in our ears.
May the healing ripples run far wide and deep!