Mindful Endeavors

October 3, 2009

Last night I had the strangest dream. It was one of those dreams that’s more real than life, long and complex and sharply detailed. I knew I was leaving Ecletica and I sat at a desktop computer at odds with the system here and unable to make my view understood. Later in the dream I slept in a room with a large plate glass window. Children came and cut three circular holes in the glass to reach inside and leave offerings which consisted of a basket with paper money in each. Two of the holes were connected as a double hole in the shape of a figure eight. In a later part of the dream I was attempting to climb upon a chair to reach a narrow window high on the wall. The chair wasn’t working and Gaudencio was there to help me find a more suitable chair to climb upon so that I could reach and climb through the opening. He was annoyed. Up on the roof an assembly of various things had been arranged. Several of my smocked and embroidered baby dresses were hanging individually splayed out as if on a semi circular retail display rack so that each could be partially seen one above another. Curiously, each dress had one bill of money stuffed inside the neck. Nearby was an arrangement of pamphlets and journals which had been underlined. These were, I had supposed in the dream, written by Yokaanam. Noticeably underlined was my nickname Mindala, but the spelling looked somehow archaic or antiquated. And also there was a grouping of shelves with some sort of products displayed as if a store had been set up.

All this appeared to be some sort of homage to me in an attempt by the children to convince me to stay. I was also perturbed by the efforts because my intention was to leave. In the midst of the dream I felt myself aware that I was dreaming and wondering about the meaning of the dream but not completely awake, in that state which lies between dreaming and waking, known as hypnopompic or is it hypnogogic (its one or the other) It occurred to me then that the vision I had in my Ayahuasca journey which lingers with me in my memory so clearly, was precisely reminiscent of something here. In that vision, I was taken to a very strangely cone shaped hill which was encircled by and completely covered with voluptuous flower gardens. A beautiful white cobble stoned path spiraled around this cone shaped mound leading through the flower gardens to the top of the hill where a jewel encrusted or perhaps it was simply colorful and sparkling stones in mosaic style which covered most of this little white stucco house. Because of its sparkling nature it was like a palace yet not grand in size, quite modest and simple but devastatingly beautiful. In my vision I asked in delight and surprise, “This is where I live?” and the answer was confirmed that it was.

This morning in the midst of my dream, it occurred to me that this very same cone shaped hill of my vision is the exact shape of these strange little mounds that seem to pop up from level ground in an unlikely way around here. The difference being that here they burn off all the foliage and these mounds are just bare dirt! One just like this is Mount Tabor where Yokaanam built his chapel when he 1^st arrived. If I’m not mistaken it is at the exact longitude and latitude given to him in his vision and a huge wooden cross marks the spot which was said to be the center of his new fraternity. It’s a very beautiful place but just the other day driving past we saw they had lit a circle of flame around the base of the mountain, presumably to clear the brush. The fact that they do that here infuriates both of us as they are removing all the lush tropical growth to control the weeds or make grazing land. Are there no lawnmowers? Is there not some other way? The story we were told about Mount Tabor is that it is predicted that when the end times come they will move all the people in grade 5 and above here to live, while the others will have to remain behind where they currently reside. I have a lot more to say about this later because it brings so many other questions into play.

Meanwhile the significance of that dream lingers on in my thoughts and leaves me questioning if I need to stay to help the children to create a different future perhaps than the one that may be in store?

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We drove to Pirenopolis today and found a great pousada where we’ll be able to stay until we leave the area which we anticipate to be around the middle of the month after we get our car ownership papers. We will put things in place between now and then to stay in Rio for a month and attend the language immersion classes at Casa Caminha in Ipanema. And before we go we’ll spend a few days visiting Seu Jorge and Alto Paraiso again.

Our thoughts have changed considerably since hearing of Yokaanam’s origins and his connection to the Dutch royal family. Of course Paul has thought of little else as his mind is always analyzing and contemplating connections between this and that. The other day on our drive into Taguatinga to get our car, we listened to Gaudencio explain the hierarchical organization of the fraternity. He was attempting to explain how the Elders would be replaced when they retire at the age of 80. We said nothing but later discussed our reactions to this information and were in agreement that the power structure with its rules and regulations make us rather uncomfortable.

After the dream I had this morning I now feel as Paul has for several days already that I do not want to stay on here. We wonder at the possibility of danger although we feel quite safe right now.

Sunday October 4, 2009

September 30, 2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

This morning’s service at the Temple was more beautiful than I imagined it would be. Most of the Temple was filled with mediums wearing golden yellow ballandrous, while some wore white and others a deep shade of blue, almost purple, all with matching socks. The grade of Essenic school determines the color of the clothing, with grades 1 and 6 wearing white, 2, 3 and 4 wearing yellow and grade 5 in deep blue. During the service the choir sang hauntingly beautiful harmony from behind and above in the balcony. The voices were both men and women’s with a full range of octaves and harmony.

Gaudencio took us next door to Yokaanan’s tomb which on all other days has been closed but was open on this special day. In a small chapel his casket rests behind fresh flower arrangements, his walking staff and a bronze angel on top. On the walls, his special ceremonial robes and the only 2 jackets and pair of shoes he owned sit encased in glass. Several of the robes are accompanied by a matching shoulder bag with his name embroidered upon it. Two of his degrees of recognition adorn the walls at the head of the casket.

As we stood in the room, Gaudencio spoke a little more about Yokaanan and told us that he came from the Royal Dutch bloodline which we know is one of the 13 Illuminati families. Now we understand the connection to power he held and why his connection to the Masons existed as well as his connection to the Vatican. It also explains why he was privy to so much knowledge and information and explains his connection to the Nordics. Knowing this we understand so much more. Paul reiterated his theory that Yokaanan put measures in place to keep this community frozen in time unable to get out of its own way until the time was right. And that time is now. This is to be the New Jerusalem, the new center of civilization that has been prophesized. Although Gaudencio can not tell us very much because it is secret information only spoken of in the Essenic school among the grades that are entitled to know the information, he seems able to confirm when we share what we know and speak of theoretically.

So much is coming to light these past few days that is confirming to us that we have put ourselves exactly where we were intended to be, searching for answers about the unfolding of events that will shape the expansion of consciousness. It seems we were led directly into the center of what’s happening or is about to happen and perhaps we are meant to play a part?

One of Yokaanan’s prime objectives was to end the division of religions in search of the truth. One day he prophesied all religions would cease to exist and people would find the true religion inside their heart, living in harmony and for the true purpose of brotherhood on the planet. Although he imposed some rather arcane rules and restrictions, he managed to keep in place a community that is dedicated to helping others and living without money for the most part. Certainly the pursuit of money is absent.

These musings and quandaries regarding the Royal bloodlines that compose the Illuminati and good verses bad, dark verses light have been very much on our minds these last few months as we uncover more and more. We refer back to one of and probably our most important and influential teacher, Lao Tzu who wrote in the Tao Te Ching about how one gives birth to the other. We are coming to the realization that both are necessary and are all part of the same thing. We speculate that in order to cause the expansion of consciousness on the planet, what the dark side is attempting to manifest is designed purely for this cause and has as its intended outcome the birth of a new civilization of humanity focused on a higher goal. It’s speculation on our part.

We have begun to redesign Paul’s former website in the hopes of creating a place where more information can be accessed. It needs a lot of attention and technical expertise which I currently do not have, so the process is slow. I invite any of you or someone you might know to join us in this endeavor. We have some ideas of a video we’d like to produce and could use assistance on this project as well.

At this moment our future location is yet to be determined, we still await word…..

I can pass along a few tips for maintaining your health that I am learning:

Put a TBS of coarse sea salt (best if you get the big chunks) in a glass of water and place the glass in the room with you for three days. This will absorb bad energy, negative vibration and other minor illnesses, aches and pains. After 3 days, flush it down the toilet, giving thanks for the help.

If you have a stomach ache or headache or something like this, place the glass of saltwater under your bed while you sleep near the location of the pain. Again flush after 3 days and give thanks.

You can carry with you, in your pocket, or on your body a few large chunks of sea salt to help keep you safe from illness in the form of negative energies and vibrations from those around you.

5 TBS or a handful of sea salt dissolved in a bucket of hot water – then cooled to lukewarm, makes what is called a banho discarga. This is a bath to discharge negative energies. Pour it over your head and body after you shower. Use this if you feel depressed, angry or ill at ease for any number of reasons. Don’t rinse off. Pat yourself dry, do not rub.

There is another banho discarga using three herbs, but I’m afraid I don’t know the names of two of them, although the third is rosemary. If I find out, I’ll pass it along another time.

This one is much more serious and I’m not certain I have the details exactly right but if you encounter this emergency, it would be worth a try in my opinion:

If you are with someone who is having a stroke: pierce a hole in each of their fingertips and massage the blood down their fingers to the tips. Watch to see if the movement comes back to the paralyzed side of their face. If it does not, pierce a hole in both earlobes and massage the earlobes.

All for now…. Thought I’d try to keep this one shorter. I’ll write again soon. Too much happening to wait too long in between!

September 19, 2009

The Birthday Party (September 19, 2009)

One day last week Gaudencio told us a story about a friend’s birthday party. He wondered if we knew about a tradition they honor in South America and asked if we also did the same in the US. The birthday celebrant cuts the cake and gives the 1^st piece to their favorite person. In his story this very special person had searched the room to find him to give him the 1^st piece and he was incredibly honored.

The very next day we had gone to town with Sevenah to do some shopping for the restaurant. She stopped in a bakery and bought a chocolate cake, telling us it was the birthday of Vany’s son Marco who would be 9 years old the next day. Vany is the other woman who works with her in the restaurant in addition to her daughter-in-law, Alene.

Upon our return we were invited to come back later to sing happy birthday to Marco.

Marco is a delightful boy who always has a smile for us when he sees us, which lights up his whole face. I watched in delight as Marco left the room with the 1^st piece of cake to find Sevenah. He then returned and waited happily as his mother cut each piece of cake which he then delivered to each of us in the room. He repeated this process of delivering a glass of soda to each of us and afterwards he went around the room giving us some candies until all three bowls of candies had been distributed, 2 or 3 pieces at a time.

Now this may not sound like anything special to write about, but have you stopped to consider the difference between what I described and the traditional birthday celebration you might have experienced? I recall that the birthday person gets the 1^st piece of cake and then later receives a present from each of his or her guests. Not so here. The joy here is in the giving, not the receiving! Marco’s face was lit up with joy each time he was able to present a piece of cake, a glass of soda and a piece of candy to each of his guests.

My heart sang with happiness when I stopped later that evening to reflect on this. I wondered if I would have noticed if Gaudencio hadn’t just told me his story the day before or if it would have gone by without reflection….

A Million Tics

On each of our two visits to the valley where the farmhouse is located which will likely be our new home in Brazil, we returned to the hotel room only to find Rocket covered with tics. Although he wears protective oil which prevents any damage or illness, it does not keep the tics from attaching themselves. Paul counted in disgust something like 40 tics as he pulled them off one by one the first day.

Two days later, we returned to the valley, this time taking the upper road past the farmhouse further down into the valley where the road ends at a lake although in this setting the word lagoon seems more fitting. I felt like I had walked into a movie set and found myself in Paradise. Words seem to fall short of describing this landscape which to me feels like a landscape of opposites. Where in the Northern Hemisphere the mountains and valleys I’ve always known seem to find me starting at the bottom looking up to climb to the top, here it seems the top is my starting place and the journey descends. So this lagoon or lake looks to sit at the bottom of this tropical jungle paradise where standing next to it you can look all around and look up to see the land climbing to a rim, but as we walked the path which encircled the lake, we looked over one side and the ground continued to descend even lower into the most dense jungle landscape I’d ever seen. The closest I can come to describing it resembles an Amazonian rainforest. It took my breath away. The peace of this place is delightful. We’ve been told that people from the village come here to fish, but on this day there was not another person in sight. As we walked the path around the lake Paul heard the sound of a waterfall. His hearing is acute. I could not at first hear it until we approached a little closer. We discovered a small path through the woods which followed a creek from the runoff of the lake. It was not a waterfall but merely the sound of the water trickling over the stone bottom of the creek. This is dry season though and we both imagine the volume of water during rainy season will be enough to create little pools of water we could easily sit in to cool off where the water is crystal clear. The lake looks swimable but you can not see the bottom and here in Brazil we could be swimming with large snakes – not a welcoming thought.

Speaking of welcoming, I want to come back later and say more about that.

Meanwhile the discovery of this lake just minutes from the place which could be our new home, filled my heart with joy! I imagined many return trips to this place as my future played itself out in my head. Walking back we envisioned ourselves on horseback as we passed many signs of the presence of horses and the farm offers perfect accommodations to have a couple, with unlimited grazing opportunities. My imagination runs wild in this place but all these possibilities seem easily attainable.

Walking back the road you can look up the hill towards the village and see the school and a few of the houses at the edge of the rim, giving us the feeling of security, knowing a phone call would bring help in a matter of minutes if the need arose.

On this day we walked past the farmhouse without stopping so as not to impose on the gentleman who is currently residing there. Here is a lovely man who is aging and ill, who will move to the hospital to finish his days here. He told us he will live there next and then he will live in the spirit world in such a nonchalant way with such joy in the prospect. It was inspiring to hear death spoken of so freely and with joy in the anticipation.

We had driven partially down the road, leaving the car parked just before the 1^st of the 2 giant potholes for our walk to the lake. We stopped before getting in to check for tics, remembering well the last time. We pulled off a few and returned to the hotel room thinking we had gotten whatever had climbed onboard. However later that night after falling asleep, Paul awoke to the sound of Rocket scratching some time before I awoke to find them both sitting up with all the lights on. Paul was most distressed as he reported having pulled off in the neighborhood of some 40 tics. He continued to sit up all night worrying about the state of affairs we would encounter on a daily basis if there would be this many tics to deal with ongoingly.

It is now 2 days later. Paul spent all day yesterday worried and concerned and more than a little frustrated at not seeing Gaudencio to bring news of our impending meeting with the town Elders who will officially offer us the house. We are told they will want us to sign a contract agreeing to the fact that the house belongs to Ecletica but we will be given the right to live there from 5 up to 100 years in return for some agreement to offer service. We do not yet know what kind of service we will be asked to give.

There is confidential talk that they want to reactivate the farm to working status as it was a good source of income to the village and was able to provide the revenue to buy food for all the people when it was active. At that time it raised some thousands of chickens. We have our own ideas for the farm and would like to see it raising layers instead of meat chickens to provide eggs for everyone and eventually producing an excess for revenue. We’d also like to see it producing excess food from a vegetable garden for the village. But we like the idea of starting small and growing slowly. Their idea, we are being told confidentially for now, is to receive government assistance with capitol and agronomic assistance with a third partner to contribute financial resources. We’d be given the 1^st option to be this partner. If this were to go back to full scale operation with community members providing the labor, they foresee bringing in 2 or 3 families to live at the farm to run the operation. Our thought and one reiterated yesterday to me by Gaudencio, was to see if any of our family or friends would like to come here and live here with us to do this. The stipulation, he said, being that they were good people like us who the community would accept. So I feel okay in mentioning this now, in spite of the confidentiality, because I want you to consider if this might be an opportunity for yourselves to come join us in this most rare of adventures. Not everyone who lives in the community works as a medium, so do not let that be a concern in consideration.

The Welcome

A few years ago when we lived on Cape Cod, we were invited to attend a chanting group. I do wish I could recall the name of the Guru whom they followed but I cannot, I’m sorry. I can only say it was a woman with the most beautiful voice. On this particular night the group was studying a teaching with the theme of welcoming. They took this teaching to a depth of the concept which was truly inspiring.

When we moved to Vermont we were amazed to find several offerings sitting on our doorstep, a few days after moving in. The neighbors had each baked brownies and bread and brought baskets of fresh home grown veggies to welcome us to our new home. It opened our hearts with such love and amazement to be welcomed this way and it had been a first of this kind of experience.

These two experiences, which then blew us away with kindness and generosity, pale in comparison to the welcome we have been given here. If we understood the language better, I’m sure the depth of this welcome would be even greater as there are many who are too shy to attempt to communicate in the face of us standing there with mouths agape in utter non-comprehension. But there are those who will not be deterred and speak with us determined that we will understand, repeating slowly again and again and using hand and facial gestures until we at last light up in comprehension! Through our one intermediary, Gaudencio, who is commissioned by the Elders under instruction from their spiritual leader, we do achieve some level of communication beyond that of which we are able on our own. Yet everyday we are getting more able to speak and understand the language. Here in this place however, it does not take language to feel the incredible welcome that is extended not only to us, we are told, but to every person who comes here, whether poor or rich, or inclined otherwise in any way. It is the teaching of their venerable spiritual master which lives on some 24 years after his death.

PART TWO _ ONE WEEK LATER……

Sunday September 27, 2009

It has been more than a week since Marco’s birthday party. This has been a week of confusion, disillusionment and indecision for both of us. A week after being offered Ecletica’s farmhouse, we were scheduled to meet with the town officials to discuss the details. The 1^st such meeting had been promised to happen 4 days earlier but postponed until this past Thursday the 24^th to accommodate some negotiations happening elsewhere.

To make a long story short (something I’m not particularly good at) I will just say yet another offer has been rescinded. But I’ll still try to relay the details….

A week after seeing and being offered the farm and a week of mentally imagining ourselves there for better or worse, depending on which of us was doing the imagining, the anticipated meeting loomed ahead later that evening. For a week we had gone about our business thinking our housing problems were solved and that we had some real direction for our role here. However while I was busy fantasizing about peace and tranquility, swaying in a hammock, horses grazing in the field and delivering fresh eggs to the community, Paul was busy imagining snakes crawling through the rafters in the middle of the night, banditos on horseback riding in to hold us up in the night and the realities of living in barely a shack, deep in the jungle (I’m using the term loosely.) Two different scenarios! But every other day Paul found great possibilities in the prospect and seemed enrolled in the idea. On his off days we would walk back over down into the valley and I would try to put my mind into the reality of a future living in that house while Paul would get re-enrolled into the possibilities of how cool it could be living there.

There was a huge complicating factor, which I believe I touched on briefly earlier in the letter, that of the potential plan to reactivate the chicken ranch to full scale production with 20,000 chickens filling 5 large buildings. How would we feel having our idyllic secluded and tranquil life disrupted by being in the middle of such a large scale chicken farming operation? We’d be given the option to be partners in the business, allowing us to make a huge contribution to the community and also generating some income for ourselves. Well we didn’t come here to go into business, but we also know that we may not be able to count on the US government continuing to pay out social security. It could end at any time and then we will need to generate an income. So with these factors in mind, we spent all week on a see saw, riding up and down with positive and negative scenarios. In the end I think Paul was as excited about what could be possible there as I was.

Tired of waiting for the meeting, we decided to ride over to visit Pirenopolis for the day. We stopped on the way out of town to check in with Gaudencio for details about the meeting and what time that would occur. We’d be meeting with the deputy mayor because the mayor was gone for a two week retreat. Gaudencio let us know that the meeting would happen after dinner and that he was not being invited to attend because of political differences he had with the deputy mayor, unless we insisted on having him there. This announcement was followed by a long discussion and history of the dispute between the two of them and advice on how to handle the meeting as well as what to expect. There was no question that the affair was a source of tension for several of the people involved. With this knowledge we left town to spend a day, simply having fun.

Pirenopolis is an old colonial gold mining town surrounded by high mountain ranges and quite beautiful with its narrow hilly cobble stoned streets. It is a town listed on the National Historical Register and as such draws many tourists and visitors. This weekend it was hosting its 10^th annual song of spring festival and had 2 stages set up for concerts in the center of town. We like this town because it is filled with restaurants and cafes and artisan shops and is very welcoming to visitors who provide a big part of its livelihood. In fact I’ve never seen a town so far in my travels with more pousadas.

On this day we were again considering in the back of our minds if living in Pirenopolis would be better suited to our lifestyle and if we should consider finding a place to live there, perhaps with a studio to make art and commuting to Ecletica on Sundays for our Umbanda studies and participation. Not knowing how the meeting later that night would go and with Paul questioning if he really wanted to make the move, we thought to consider all our options before committing to anything, but I was still hoping for the farm, while Paul was open to either outcome, though more in favor of not being on the farm. I wondered that I wouldn’t be very much in favor of staying one or two weekends a month in Pirenopolis, just to keep my foot in a more normal lifestyle.

We found we liked Pirenopolis even more on this visit than we had last February when we visited for the first time. It is a magnificently beautiful town surrounded on all sides by huge mountain ranges and much more reminiscent of the landscape we are familiar with in the States. On the drive back there is an outdoor café perched high atop a bluff overlooking a huge waterfall. We stopped to have a beer and an ice cream and watched 6 or 7 different species of birds feeding on the deck with the waterfall in the background.

Back in town later that evening, we walked out of the restaurant after dinner to a car pulling up to the curb. We were greeted by the deputy mayor and his wife who jumped out and introduced herself to us in English and informed us that we were expected at the meeting in 20 minutes. After inquiring, we were told that Gaudencio was not to be included in the meeting because his department was separate from theirs and that we would have a different interpreter. There was no opening for us to object. We were surprised but thought we’d just go with it. Twenty minutes later we showed up at town hall and were let into a back office to meet with a group of 5 people including the interpreter for what we believed would be a meeting offering us the terms by which we could move into the farmhouse. It was a friendly meeting but we were questioned about our intentions and then told rather matter of factly that we could not be offered the farm house and then given many explanations why not. I left the meeting and could not hold back the tears at my disappointment after more than a week of imagining the life I thought we’d have there, having no reason to imagine it wasn’t already approved.

Even though Paul was mostly relieved, I think he was a bit shocked at the way it went and left disappointed at the way everything was handled. We had a direction and now were left with none, wondering why we keep staying on here.

The next morning we had an appointment to meet with Gaudencio and his son-in-law’s father to go car shopping. After waiting a month, the day had at last arrived, only one day before we were due to return our rental car. The four of us drove together to Taguatinga where to our amazement at being given this incredible help, Arimis did all the negotiating on our behalf in dealer after dealer up and down 2 full blocks of car dealerships until late into the afternoon when we decided on a purchase. We’d hoped that we could put the purchase on our visa card and drive off with the car the next day after the dealership rotated the tires and registered the car for us, but unfortunately it was not to be that easy so we will have to spend the next few days trying to wire in more money and wait for it to arrive. This led to the further task of renewing more time on the rental car while we wait to get the money here. During the course of the day we let Gaudencio know how the meeting had gone the night before. He took in the information quietly and let it sink in slowly throughout the day, saying only a comment or two that it was not their place to deny us the house.

Back in Ecletica, we spent yet another Friday night in the hotel and decided to return again on Saturday to Pirenopolis in search of a pousada that would allow us to stay with Rocket. As we were about to pull out the next morning, Gaudencio pulled up at the gate.

He had spent the evening in meetings with the Elders who were not happy at the outcome and said that they were the final word on whether we do or do not get the farm. They are asking us, Gaudencio explained, to please hold off on our decision to leave and move to Pirenopolis, forgetting the meeting even occurred for another week while they straighten things out. They asked us to please give them more time before making any decisions.

So where does this leave us? We are awaiting word from the Elders on what we will be offered. We will find out what is expected of us as to what help they believe we can offer them. We are contemplating leaving the area entirely to travel by car from here in the central high plateau to the South of Brazil where there is a European community and perhaps a more suitable lifestyle or relocating to Pirenopolis. But all possibilities are once again open to us and once again we are on hold while we await the outcome of our future. We have reopened communications with language immersion courses in both Rio and Salvador, trying to find an apartment that will allow us to bring Rocket, but meanwhile it seems heavy negotiations are going on here behind the scenes while we wait, in an effort to keep us here…. Why is this? Who do they think we are, or more to the point, who do they think Paul is?

Last night a strange thing happened. It was an annual celebration called Cosme e Damiao (I think) in honor of these two saints. This was an amazing thing which I will say more about but first, I wanted to tell you that during the event Gaudencio came and pulled Paul from his seat and took him to introduce him to Ezekiel. Ezekiel is, I believe the 4^th highest ranking Elder. During the introduction Paul replied that it was his pleasure to meet Ezekiel, that he had heard many good things about him. Ezekiel replied “Oh no, it is my magnificent pleasure to meet you!” Upon the retelling of this response to his wife, Gaudencio told Paul this morning, she was absolutely blown away in amazement at Ezekial’s reaction. I guess this is not a common reaction from him….

Paul is finding this a bit disturbing while I know perhaps as well as some of the people here who he really is better than he knows himself or can allow himself to believe. Somehow they see beyond the persona to his real self, the spirit who continues before and after this life of Paul Marko.

So last night was a big night here in Cidade Ecletica and I guess all around Brazil when they celebrate the lives of the twin doctors Cosme and Damiao. I haven’t yet understood the full story of who they were, but I think as I understand it they were pediatricians from a wealthy family who no longer wanted to be Christian or Catholic, but wanted to follow the teachings of Christ in his charitable ways and treated the children who came to them for free. This didn’t go over well and they were beheaded and later sainted???? Now they come back as angels once a year and all the children are given candy. It would seem that many of the mediums on this night incorporate angel entities. They sit on the floor with gobs of candy and bowls of honey and sweets, giving candy to the children and playing. We were told the people over fifty also get candy like the children, but last night everyone got candy! They had such a huge response of candy donated to the Temple that it was overflowing with candy. Some of the entities and all of the mediums were walking around handing it to everyone, filling their pockets. Eumenes, one of our favorite mediums, had incorporated a delightfully childlike entity and was walking around with a bowl of honey, dipping his fingers in it and licking it off, offering it to the people he passed and showing them to do the same while giggling like a little boy. And speaking of honey…. After Paul was introduced to Ezekiel, he was taken to Irma Helenira, who is one of the most revered mediums in the Temple. She normally incorporates Grandmother Rosa and when she is not working as a medium is quite serious and hardworking. Last night she had incorporated a very childlike entity who sat on the floor with a bowl of honey. Gaudencio translated what she said when Paul was taken to see her, “You are very soft and sweet on the inside,” she said “but on the outside you are very hard. It will be easier for you when you get through the hard stuff and can be soft and sweet on the outside.” And then added, “Don’t worry about what men think. It is only important what God thinks.” That was about the fifth time Paul had been told that last phrase by as many different entities. Then she dipped her hand in her bowl of honey and wiped it all over his face and head.

Back in the seat where I am waiting for him, he is telling me this story when 10 minutes later our friend Andrea comes over to talk to us, covered with honey. “My aunt asked me if I was sad,” she said. Helenira is her Aunt. “I told her I was a little. She told me not to be sad and wiped honey all over my face!” She was dripping with honey and laughing! She could barely open her eyes.

I’d been walking around trying to get a closer look at the mediums who were incorporating the angels to see if I thought they were for real or just a spiritual version of the WWF, just putting on a really good performance. I am not one to generally be skeptical, but Paul had been putting this idea in my head for days. I was watching one guy who was a big man and like most of the men here who are very stern and serious looking most of the time. He was sitting cross legged on the floor acting like an innocent little child having a lot of fun. He was breaking apart a giant lollypop into pieces and giving it to the kids who sat on the floor around him, but keeping most of the pieces for himself. He looked like he was for real to me! There were so many children and people of all ages crowded around the angels. I couldn’t really get around much to see more without forcing myself through people, but I kept being handed bags full of candy so I walked around where I could handing it back out to everyone I encountered. Some of the children like to say one or two words to me in English when they see me and have such smiles of delight that they know how to say hello or thank you.

I wish I could describe this scene last night. The Temple was overflowing with people. All the seats were filled. All the aisles and the whole front area of the temple was filled with people of every age from new born infants to elderly people and everyone was happy and smiling and laughing and playing and eating candy with bags more and pockets full to take home for later!

Any minute now I expect a knock on the door, or more accurately a loud booming voice saying “PAUL” to let us know Gaudencio has arrived. We will drive back into town today to pay for the car, but we’ll have to return again on Thursday to pick it up after it has gone through a government inspection and received its papers.

I have another short little story I’d like to tell you though. It’s about the symphony of insects. This is the time of year just before the start of rainy season when the insects are out in full force with the loudest and strangest songs that fill the air. By the way, this week was the first day of spring, here in the southern hemisphere. We are opposite on this side of the equator. The sound fills the air with a screeching noise that amplifies like a police whistle or like thousands of people whistling, or even strangely screaming. It begins as background noise and just gets louder and louder until you must stop and take notice. So we’re talking to Sevenah after dinner two nights ago and we stop to comment on the sound filling the room through the open windows when she describes to us in her solely Portuguese dialect with wonderful facial gestures and body language that they whistle until they explode! She calls them exploding insects and tells us they make themselves little houses that attach to the trees and grow bigger and bigger while singing this loud song until they simply explode!

Speaking of really cool sounds in the air, we were stopped on a corner in Pirenopolis the other day with the car windows open when we heard this really loud exotic sound. We stopped and looked at each other to say “What was that!” We looked over and sitting on top of a high wall were two bright blue Macaws! They were huge and very brilliantly colored. First time we’d seen any quite that exotic. Most exotic animal we’ve seen since we came are the little monkeys in the trees by the restaurant. But the sounds, now they are exotic, including my new name which is now pronounced in one syllable and sounds like Minge! It’s so unlike the sound of any Portuguese word, I can always pick it out when someone is calling me. Little 3 year old Carolina likes to call both of us together at one time from across the room, “Oi Paul e Minge!”

This morning at 10 will be a special service in the Temple we are told to celebrate Saint Geronimo and Arch Angel Michael when all the mediums will wear different colored Ballandrou to represent the different level grades they are in the Essenic school. We hear it will be very beautiful with bright yellow and various shades of blue.

Yesterday we learned something interesting. I had noticed while translating a text by Yokaanan the other day that he referred to Yogi Ramacharaka, who is one of our revered teachers whose writings we study. Paul mentioned this to Gaudencio and with extreme surprise he told us that the Essenic School follows his teachings and that Yokaanan used to incorporate Ramacharaka and write down the teachings he gave him.

In a time of major questioning on our part if we will stay here or move on, this news sways me in favor of staying and may even occur to me like a message that we are supposed to be here.

Once again I have written a very long letter and offer my apologies for not being more succinct. Until next time Paul joins me in sending our love and wishes for your well being and happiness.

Mindy and Paul

September 13, 2009

Dearest Friends and Family

What follows is an account of events which have transpired over the last week which I began writing on the 13^th. Subsequently I have rewritten this journal more than 3 times as the situation here changed radically during the course of this time. I have since gone back and tried to piece together all 3 attempts at the letter I’ve been writing to send.

September 13, 2009

Cidade Ecletica

We sit here still in our hotel room after one month since arriving on the horns of a dilemma (one of Paul’s well used expressions).We are no closer to having a place to live, buying a used car, opening a bank account or understanding comprehensively this new language. Well perhaps closer, but no cigar (a variation of one of my former Paul’s favorite expressions!)

So we have taken the last few days to review our situation and our options in light of this. There have been a few factors that have come into play, such as the element of other foreigners (in the form of a beautiful young Italian woman) who take the much needed attention of Gaudencio from our personal plight. And the other demands upon his time by the administrating Elders of the community. And then there was a conversation 3 days ago with 2 separate men who both wanted us to know that we were fodder for the Brasilieros who will take advantage of us and eat us for dinner left to our own devices without the help of Gaudencio or anyone who can speak on our behalf!

Well. We had already been feeling the effects of our situation, being totally and completely dependent on the kindness of others for our very survival here and it was an uncomfortable situation to say the least. We are inclined to be very independent and rather private people and this warrants everyone being in our business. Not to mention the major title of this chapter being “Waiting for Gaudencio.”

So we take turns feeling blue, discouraged and profoundly bored. At least we take turns! While one suffers the other tries to either comfort or reason with the other. I’ve appreciated the occasional email from friends encouraging and applauding this bold step we have taken. While we are taking all our sources of gathering information into account – cognitive reasoning and logic, our hearts, the advice from the entities, sleeping on it, input from others, waiting it out and letting the way unfold…. This last has been mainly our resource but it’s not really forwarding anything.

So yesterday it occurred to us to return to a prior plan – that of taking a month long language immersion course in Rio, traveling a little to visit some people and places we want to see, perhaps pursuing a lead on a teaching position for Paul at a University…We think that most places we could end up in Brasil will offer us the opportunity to study to be mediums and this is still a priority for us, but without a more comprehensive understanding of the language, nothing works! This is our thinking at the moment, but for those of you who know us well, we change course easily as new input recreates our unfolding possibilities. A few days ago we were both in agreement to buy a piece of land we knew about and begin building a house there. Now today that seems like a bad idea.

You see, although we really dig (love the chance to use that particular expression from my past) the scene here with the entities healing the brother and sisterhood of the planet with our help as mediums, we dislike the surrounding towns. There is nothing cool about them as there is about some other towns in Brasil we’ve encountered. No art, no music in the streets(well not like other places-here it takes on a whole new context), no restaurants, no fantastic waterfalls to hike to, great architecture to feast our eyes on…. We’ve been places that soothed our souls with the sheer aesthetics of the walls of the houses and soft light coming from the open doorways in evening. Here there is little other draw than the healing passes of the entities – which, don’t get me wrong, is a huge draw. As artists our souls cry out for this aesthetic beauty and when we encounter it, it’s like an exhalation of a long held breath. So maybe we go on a search to find this? We’ll see how things roll out this week and next. This morning we had a long talk with Gaudencio who has resumed his efforts to help with the car and bank account. Meanwhile we wait to hear back from the immersion class…..Perhaps we’ll take that and then come back here to live for a while.

We have other new friends here who live in a very remote place near a beautiful national park. We say remote because it’s more than a 10 hour bus ride to the nearest airport. They are kindred spirits. They have relocated here from Argentina and England and have been setting up a life here to ride out the uncertain times ahead- self sufficiently on the land with a group of other like minded people. They are very spiritual people like ourselves but their path is different and in many ways one we can relate to more so than this Spiritist Umbanda path. They are much younger and we sometimes question if we’d be physically able to keep up and adapt to that lifestyle. And then there are the snakes! Hmmmm I think I could deal, but Paul absolutely knows he doesn’t want to. It’s another possibility going forward for us to consider….

Well the possibilities are endless, I suppose. We could go in any number of different directions. We thought to take the easy road, the one with the least obstacles to overcome and the appeal here is still enormous. I know that whichever path we follow I will continue to work with the entities and learn to develop myself as a medium. The rest is yet to be determined. If I can give up more and let go, especially of needing beauty in my surroundings, or perhaps change my eyes and the way I see and find beauty here where it is not now so visible, this could still yet be the perfect place for a while, a year or two or who knows, maybe longer….We’ll just allow it to roll out and work on being less discontent and find our gratitude again.

We send our deepest love and know that your love and friendship gives us our greatest strength.

Mindy and Paul

September 14, 2009

Just a quick note today before posting this as in the re-reading we felt it sounded rather negative and like to leave on a good, light and happy note. As I imagine it is with most of you, there are ups and downs. Some of us are thoughtful enough not to communicate during the down times and leave those times unspoken of. Not so for me! I find the richness of the felt experience of these times to be all the more interesting to reflect upon and that these times contain more lessons for growth…

Meanwhile, last night our new friend Daniel came by to invite us to join him while he played his guitar and sang. The power had gone out just before dinner and so we dined by candlelight with the other hotel guests including Francesca, our young Italian friend. Then we made our way over by flashlight to sit on the benches just inside the gate and sat with Daniel and his friends by moonlight for a while before the power came back on and lit the street with a soft warm glow.

Life goes on at a slow and very relaxed pace. I can’t say much moves forward, but the garden is growing, the people continue to be loving and kind and we feel less discontent knowing that there are options for us to explore and unlimited possibilities for our future.

There is a small house in disrepair a mile or two from the village, still on Ecletica’s land. It sits next to a river where there is also a small waterfall and a tiny chapel. The house serves as a post for caretakers to guard the chapel which is currently unused and sits behind a locked gate, posted with a sign prohibiting entry to it and the waterfall. One day a couple weeks ago we rode by and saw 2 young men bathing naked in the waterfall while Gaudencio clucked his disapproval. I adore the location and suggested to Paul that we volunteer to be the caretakers and fix up the house for us to live in. It remains yet another new possibility going forward…..

We are contacting language immersion classes in both Rio de Janeiro and Salvador to inquire about the availability for October. With any luck we will have a bank account and a car and can head out towards our next adventure while we ponder returning…….

My friends and loved ones

Just as I was about to send off the 5^th newsletter which I composed a few days ago, everything changed. We had been assessing our situation here after one month and questioning whether we needed to change direction for a while and reconsider staying or leaving for a while to attend an immersion class. We’d been feeling discontent with our situation in many ways and we spoke to our friend Gaudencio telling him of our decision to leave for a while and travel to Rio where we had begun making arrangements to do a month long immersion class. He came to us the next evening and said, “Come with me, I have found you a house to rent. I want to show it to you before it gets too dark, because the electricity is turned off.”

Well, this was a major surprise as there had been no prospects for a rental and our only hope of leaving the hotel but staying here was to buy something or build something. We drove down the road to a side street where Gaudencio’s daughter lives and next door, his best friend, beyond to the next house where we entered through a gate in a high walled yard which we could not see into. On all our walks and visits to this street, we had never walked quite this far down the road because each house has barking dogs inside their gated yards who go a little crazy when Rocket walks down their street. But the road is spectacular in that it descends from the main road steeply down a hill which opens out to a very beautiful oasis of a valley. This house is 2^nd to the end before open countryside and a very large farm owned by an American couple who live in the town of Abadiania about 1 ½ hours away. This is the town where the world renown healing medium, John of God does his work.

When we walked through the gate in the wall we were surprised to see a very large tiled and paved courtyard with a full size swimming pool (albeit empty of water at the moment.) The house although quite modest looking is quite large in size with several rooms and is only in need of a few repairs, some cleaning and perhaps some new paint. It has some very interesting features, covered walkways and a bizarre pit-like area behind, with an attached small house behind and sort of under. I will take photos because it is most bizarre and difficult to describe. One feature is a flat roof over the little house which creates a level raised deck with a spectacular view out over the valley, which at night lights up from the far off neighboring cities of Taguautinga and Brasilia and twinkles and sparkles like a Christmas tree.

When Gaudencio told us that the woman who owns it, who lives next door to him and bought it as an investment has not agreed to rent it to anyone because she does not trust anyone to take care of it, is willing to rent it to us for 300 Reals (That’s about $150) a month, we were faced with a proposition that was too hard to turn down, in spite of our decision to leave and perhaps not return. He said that he had not mentioned this place to us because he knew she was not interested in renting it to anyone, in spite of people she knew well asking her. However at the news that we were planning to leave (at least for a while – as we told him we would likely be returning) he went and asked her to reconsider. She agreed based on his word that she could trust us to take good care of it and that he would insure that nothing bad would happen.

All this transpired on day 30 from my first visit to the mediums for a special healing. On that day the entity who calls herself Tia Maria gave me a flower. She pointed out the several small buds encircling the main flower with a nod of her head in my direction to see if I was noticing and then instructed me to place the flower, wrapped in a white cloth under my pillow for 30 days. She said my entity would understand what this meant. On the 31^st day I was to take the flower to the river, give my thanks to God and drop the flower into the river, walking away without looking back. This morning I did that. Would you suppose there is a coincidence in the timing of these two events? I don’t believe in coincidence, as I would say these are synchronistic events with a deeper meaning than we can classify by logical thinking or simply dismiss as coincidence.

We know that many years ago Yokaanan prophesized the coming of people from many places around the world when the major changes that will be occurring on the planet begin to take place. On many occasions they said to Paul, “ We were expecting you sooner. We knew you were coming.” As strange as this sounds, we believe that they think we are the beginning of this prophecy coming true. If you don’t think this is weird…. Imagine how we feel being someone’s fulfilled prophesy? If we were to leave, Paul speculates, it would be a failure for Gaudencio, whose role it has been to care for us and see that we have everything we need. Francesca, our young Italian friend, could not be convinced to stay or agree to return against the advice of the entities who implored her to consider this for her own best interest.

This last now brings up several questions… Could we be happy here in this most bizarre lifestyle, devoid of many of the pleasures and diversions we were once used to? It is hard to say…. Can we possibly turn down the ability to live for under $500 a month in a lovely pool home, eating organic food, drinking pure and sometimes blessed water, where we get to learn to incorporate entities who can heal people 3 times a week? I don’t think so.

Can you picture us walking down the road in long white gowns called Ballandrones on our way to the Temple to incorporate spirit entities and heal the patrons who come from the surrounding villages and towns? It sounds something like a cross between an old western and a science fiction movie, doesn’t it? But all this is sometime off in the future, as now we dress in normal clothes and know little of how to do this!

We like the possibilities of this house. It has room for an art studio and place for a ceramic kiln. It has a lovely and kind of quirky little nook with an alter where traditionally a virgin Mary would stand, but we like the idea of having a Buddha there with some of the fabulous crystals we’ve been given from the area and some incense with meditation benches…. It has at least one or two extra bedrooms and a little attached house which could be fixed up to be a guest house where we can offer to have people stay who come here for longer term healing. Often the entities need from a week to 3 months for healing serious conditions… And it has this lovely enclosed courtyard which is completely private with a swimming pool and places to hang a hammock. And I imagine we will still hear the radio tower’s broadcasts of announcements and music from down the street although probably not as loudly as we do at the hotel which is right across the street from the tower. Yesterday we were out at dusk driving the road even further from town that edges the rim of the valley and we could easily hear the music coming from the tower….

I have another exciting possibility to explore. I mentioned to Gaudencio that I would like to apprentice in the lab and learn the medicinal uses of the plants for making homeopathic remedies. Many of them grow here locally. There is a good possibility that I will be able to do this working under the tutelage of one of the senior Elders who holds all the recipes and formulas passed down from Yokaanan. I am thrilled at this possibility!

We thought we had things all figured out and were going to head off in search of new possibilities (or rather older unfulfilled possibilities) We were over sitting here in this hotel room waiting for Gaudencio and not being competent to understand the ambient language well enough to do anything without him.

And now a new turn of events…. And new possibilities.

Meanwhile, I don’t know if I mentioned that Paul has been writing again and we are both quite happy that he has resumed this activity as he has so many ideas that he has been wanting to write about in hopes of publishing and perhaps on his website which for a very long time we have discussed revising. We thought to include it as an attachment to this newsletter for any of you interested in reading it and submitting your feedback. I do personally enjoy the feedback from my exposés as they offer me the encouragement to continue.

Paul’s playing Malaguena again for me this evening as I sit cooling off under the ceiling fan composing this journal. Rocket’s looking over trying to communicate something to me from his blanket on the floor. He spent the day at Elliana’s house with her 2 tiny Chihuahuas and brand new golden lab puppy, while we accompanied Francesca to the airport with Gaudencio by way of a few visits around Brasilia’s spiritual sites. Life is good and we have once again found our deepest gratitude for all our blessings.

September 17, 2009

We were driving down the road the other day and Gaudencio flipped the car around because he wanted to show us something. We were only a couple miles from Ecletica on our way back from spending the day in Brasilia. “That’s black magic,” he said, pointing to a dead animal carcass on the side of the road next to a couple of whiskey bottles and a tire rim arranged in a strange formation. He said whenever we see whiskey bottles with a dead animal carcass, it’s black magic and someone trying to kill someone. “Don’t go anywhere near it, don’t touch it or kick it, stay away,” he said, as if we would!

Certainly we knew about black magic, but we hadn’t anticipated we’d encounter it around here, so close to Ecletica. We hear stories now and then about the fact that when people know you are from Ecletica, they won’t mess with you or try to steal from you because they know you are working with spirits and helping so many people working with the light side. People love this place so much and respect and admire all the people who are working here. They are so grateful that they go out of their way to help and to protect the people from here.

One of the things I like best about this place is their refusal to accept money or have much to do with it. I am repulsed by it and would be very happy if I never had to deal with it again. Not likely in this lifetime but here I do not have to be as involved or concerned with it as elsewhere and this is very appealing.

It has been 5 weeks since we arrived and we have still not been successful in opening a bank account. Is this a message?

September 18, 2009

Two days ago, after receiving such hope for a new life in that intriguing pool home only the day before, Gaudencio arrived 1^st thing in the morning to say the owner had changed her mind and wouldn’t be renting us the house. He was furious with her for disappointing us and rescinding her word. He had not slept all night and had been ill from the negative vibrations and the anger he felt towards her but could do nothing about but stuff inside.

After much hesitation he called a former acquaintance who he had not spoken to in a very long time and asked her to consider renting us the farmhouse which he had helped her to build and which was sitting empty. This was the American woman who had left here under unpleasant circumstances to live in Abadiania. She agreed to consider it and instructed him to have me call her to discuss it. I was given detailed instructions about how to handle the call and warned to be on guard as she was a sharp businesswoman who would want to overcharge me for the rent.

Not happy about having to make this call and negotiate under instructions to not agree to any price without consulting him 1^st, I was never the less happy that we had a new prospect for another house and knew that this was an even lovelier place to live than the last. I had no reason to believe that we would not succeed in an agreeable arrangement. The phone call left me on edge as she did indeed want to charge me more than I had been instructed to agree to and I had to be somewhat withholding until communicating again with Gaudencio before returning her call the following morning.

Both Paul and I did not feel right about this and the angst over money was a sign that this was not a good scenario. The next morning before returning the call, Gaudencio showed up, told me not to accept and said that he and Jason, one of the senior Elders here had another idea that they wanted to pursue and would let us know later that day or the next. Without disclosing the full details, he mentioned the possibility of another house located in the valley and mentioned that it could be seen from in front of his house. The valley which can be seen from his house is my very favorite and I have often wished I could live with a view over that valley. I had no idea that there was a house there.

Later that morning Paul and I walked Rocket over to see if we could catch a glimpse of this new potential house we might be offered to live in. My disappointments of the last couple days disappeared as I imagined what might be coming, but would have to wait yet another day to find out about……..

Before he died, Yokaanam predicted many things that would happen in the future. One of them was that many people would come here from all over the world. He instructed his followers to welcome them when they came and help to make it easy for them if they came with the intention of joining the community. Many people here believe that we are the first of the people who Yokaanan predicted would come. Gaudencio has shared with us that they are very happy that we are here. He said, “They need you as much as you need them.” He tells us that they are so happy we’ve been attending the classes to become mediums and they like very much the way we are with all the people who live here, treating everyone with kindness and respect. They are also happy about the way we feel about money as this very same attitude towards money was one of the most important doctrines to Yokaanan and now to his followers. They will not accept any monetary payment for the services they render.

Yesterday they offered us a house to live in. They had been intending all along to offer us one but had some difficulties to overcome. Had they offered us one of the two houses which are currently under renovation, some people here would have been very upset as they have been waiting to move into them. Their intention has been to move a few people around to make available another for us. However they had not been able to do this fast enough to get us out of the hotel in the time frame we had hoped for. Knowing we had become so discontent with waiting that we made plans to leave, they put their heads together to come up with a new plan. Gaudencio hearing my many comments about desiring a small farm outside the village where I could be in nature and have some privacy, suggested to the Elders that we might be happy in their old farmhouse. It seems there was once a chicken farming operation there which for several reasons ceased to operate and the farm went into disrepair and became used mostly as a storage area for old displaced furniture and miscellaneous items. The little farmhouse has housed a succession of single men who have not been well enough to maintain the upkeep and the house is in need of some TLC. The elders were reluctant to offer such a run down place in such a remote location to us but Gaudencio told them that we were used to living on a farm and would enjoy the location.

Yokaanan bought something like 60 square miles of land which now belongs to Cidade Ecletica. A very small part of this land is occupied by the residents, both inside and outside the gated portion of town. Most of the land is still left undeveloped and in it’s natural state with the occasional farm or sanctuary in remote locations. This particular farm is located inside the gated entrance to town making it very safe and protected, however to get to it you must first drive through the village and then out past the last house, through another gate and down a long winding dirt road into the valley which remains lush with it’s natural growth of various plants and mature trees of all kinds including fruit trees. So much of Brasil has been defoliated by intentionally set brush fires to clear the land of jungle for cattle grazing and the raising of crops like corn and sugarcane. To have some land still here that has not been cleared is rare around this part of the country. This now defunct chicken farm sits remotely in the middle of this most beautiful of valleys. This valley is in fact my favorite one and I have always maintained since arriving here that it is the view I would have preferred to have. Now not only do I have the possibility of this view but I can be right in the middle of it, surrounded by the peaceful sanctuary of nature with the security of knowing I am protected from the happenstance of wandering banditos.

While the location couldn’t be more beautiful, or even more ideally situated, both inside the protected area of town while privately remote at the same time, the farm itself is most interesting. The house is TINY and the rooms barely big enough to furnish. It will be a challenge to fit into it even the contents of our 5 suitcases we came with, let alone furniture. But as this is a tropical climate we can comfortably do most of our daytime activities outside under the cover of a roof or awning during rainy season. Fortunately there are several outbuildings placed all around the house which can be used for a variety of these possible activities. We will also consider building on an additional room to create more space. We can do this with money we would have spent towards rent as we will not be asked to pay anything to live there. Rather we will agree to give of our time to help with some work yet to be determined. Mediumship will be a part of this work we will be asked to do.

We don’t know how long we will stay there as there may be other plans for it in the future. At one time there were as many as 20,000 chickens on the farm living in about 5 very large buildings. We would love to do something on a much smaller scale like raising laying hens for the production of eggs to feed the community.

Meanwhile apart from the news of our living arrangements, we are at work in our studies. Part of this task involves the translation of a journal from our mediumship class. I have in the last two days translated 2 documents. One was channeled from an entity and the other written by an early disciple of Yokaanan’s about his beginnings and his mission. Paul and I are inspired! Now we are beginning to get the full impact of what we are doing here and why!

Here’s what we are thinking. If we revitalize Paul’s former website to post the articles he is writing along with the journals I am writing we can also post the translations of Yokaanan’s writings, the messages that are being received from the entities and what the core focus of this brotherhood is all about. Perhaps more of you or people that you know may be interested in being a part of this as we uncover more. There is much to be done on the planet in this time of great change. So many of us are looking for direction in what we can possibly do to help one another. These people are expecting others to come. It is all for a great purpose and as we learn more we will share this with you and on our website if indeed we make it happen. We will see how much work there is to do and what seems most important and compelling and do what we can. It would seem we may be chicken farmers?????? In addition to being healers……

I’ll end at last this longest of all my news from Brazil and report back later with other news as it unfolds in rapid succession!

We send our love and gratitude….

Mindy and Paul

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