Gaia and the Vatican
As part of the gridwork I did while travelling through Europe this summer, I assisted with work that felt like I was a part of an army, One of galactics, elementals, dragons, mer-people, other water beings and many from other realms.
My work involved retrieving and releasing Dragons and their consorts. Clearing the associated density and embedded land trauma from then and through many layers of time including concentration camps, other institutions, the Roman Empire, the Cathar persecutions, and more that which is so ancient. I opened, closed and purified portals and stargates. Released and rewove syphoned energies, removed distorted gridlines, revived the original ancient ones and wove in the new where they were past restoring. Accessing something very dark and ancient bringing it into the light through the new connections and portals to reharmonise. Much of this deeper more significant gridwork I participate in becomes part of the poetry I write - for those with eyes to see.
I am a Psychopomp - this is what I do.
Even before I started down the old Roman Road, A1 from Holy Isle I knew I would be going to Rome. And frequently found myself travelling on various A1’s, A11’s and A111’s throughout Europe. Spiritually of course I am not alone, though I travel alone. Neither am I alone assisting with this global gridwork.
Many of us have been working for years and we create an integral mycelia network, even though we may not know each other yet in this life-time, our work forms complex layers and intersects with a multidimensional system that is being unlocked, bit by bit exposing our hidden ancient history. For we each bring our own unique codes and keys. Sometimes we are privileged to be the only, the first or even the last in a series of work.
My visit to the Vatican was one of these and I am being guided to write about it now, over 5 months later.
In the morning, in the days close to Summer Solstice, I held ceremony by the banks of the Tiber with sacred olive ashes from the indigenous people of the Alps. I had been guided to book a tour around St. Peters Basilica and spent time exploring St Peters Square and beyond. The fountains are beautiful. I found a small Chapel just by the gates, near the River Tiber, dedicated to a Female Saint that was closed and barricaded. I don’t recall her name now either, as it wasn’t on the building, only on a statement pinned to the gate. When I was exploring my Catholic heritage I spent some time in a Benedictine Monastery, where as I woman I had to stay in a building just outside the gates. Though there are obvious reasons for such separation, other monastic traditions find ways to maintain integrity without such clear exclusion.
I was told by my guides, that the work here was about Unity. Previous work had been about Divine Union ( two) and the Trinity (three) - here we were re-creating the One. The division between the feminine and the masculine is the final one, to be collapsed for this.
All morning I had been urged to “hurray up” - as the human part of the team I give as good as I get though! I could feel the huge dragons one from each direction holding back and restraining themselves their power building, with the armies that were accompanying them. I am guided during these times precisely, for I am the talisman, the alchemical conduit, the hollow bone, the acupuncture needle that enables other realms to pierce the veil into the physicality - where I stand counts.
The energy around me was building too … as soon as I joined the tour group and put in the earpiece - the tour guides voice tone was such that I went into partial trance. The wisdom of the Divine orchestra never ceases to amaze me. The dragon is present in St Peters, not hidden, walking through the doors there are keys embedded in the floor tile and dragons in the arch above. Sophia’s name is in the middle, the Divine Feminine principle, sure the reason was due to some patriarchal competition about cathedral size - but to be honest I feel the story is irrelevant, her name is there and central.
As soon as I crossed the threshold, the dragons and armies came crashing in - I could feel the energy shaking and the boom as they did, energy waves rippling through - blue light shone through the windows. Later I discovered that this was to do with the Blue Flame Mechizedeks and the Magdalene teachings held by the Vatican, a thread which had been so prevalent thoughout my journey. The rod and staff codes were being resurrected. Not having followed this sort of work or knowledge before means that I can just report what I see and experience and receive confirmation later.
As I left the building there’s a bath shaped water trough being filled with dragon head shaped taps that I filled my water bottle from.
And as I moved out to the veranda where the steps lead down back to the square … there was a roar - at first I though it was a plane, then perhaps thunder … but it was so loud and rumbled and sounded more like the roar of a huge animal. Others were also looking for the source, curious … when I realised - it was a Dragon roar of a long awaited Battle victory !
I had negotiated a lunch break with the team! And as I sat outside eating, just 5 minutes away from the Vatican, the street suddenly cleared of traffic ( this is Rome remember!) and a sheet of glass fell out of the air just 5 or 6 foot above the road. The old paradigm had been smashed. Everyone there saw it, the waiter went and picked some up, completely baffled. I just smiled - that was my confirmation.
That evening I drove to where the Tiber enters the sea to complete the work, before spending a few days driving back to Switzerland …
with much Love,
honor and in service,
from my Heart to yours
Tania Aurora White Crow