I had a long journey to Pisa last week because in the winter there are no direct flights to Pisa. One has to fly via Rome and a 3-hour wait turned into a 4-hour delay. I have to confess that i am not the best of travellers and bogged down with a sort of ‘flu virus’, a snottering, coughing fellow passenger is not pleasant. I felt other passengers wanted to escape my ‘splutterings. There is nothing worse than a overfull nose and a ticklish cough whilst travelling.!
Pisa is a wonderful old city and as I greeted her ancient buildings and was led to my accomodation, I felt that I was being catapulted back into the past. Three rather large brass keys were handed over to me as I ascended the grand old granite stairs and landed into a vestibule. Long corridors beckoned me and I knew that old residents were watching me, their ghostly energies imprisoned for centuries. I am not a person who is afraid of the únknown’but as the landlady promptly left me with a high-pitched CIAO and her footsteps echoed and bounced off the ancient sand-colured walls, I felt a chill running up my spine. Alone at last. Nobody else was a guest this weekend. I had the place all to myself. I could choose which room I could sleep in. PREGGO, PREGGO…I reflected the landlady’s delight in showing me one exquisite room after another. I chose for a smaller room with less echo and a little bit more natural sunlight. I settled in for the night……..The event was the next day so I wanted to get an early night.
I had just dozed off when I heard footsteps outside my room and thought that the landlady had forgotten to tell me something so I opened the door and was greeted by NOBODY. In the darkness, I could see nothing and walked out into the corridor and automatically lights went on. I promptly shouted ‘HELLO but my hello came back to me in an eery echo and then silence. I was not too perturbed. The landlady probably forgot something. I re-entered my room. I settled in again for the night. I suddenly heard my door rattling. A very large brass knob was on the door and it started to make a lot of noise as if someone was trying to get in. I then realized that perhaps I had a nightly visitor and I was an unwelcome guest. Being on a shamanic path and having experienced “episodes” from the other side, I remained calm and asked my visitor to respect my stay and that I meant no harm. The rattling stopped and I could get back to what I longed for – SLEEP. In the course of the night, I felt a presence near me on the bed and then out of the blue, my bottom was pinched. Yes, a bottom-pincher had decided to make himself known. I was pinched a number of times (which was quite funny) but I was losing my patience because of sleep deprivation and a runny nose. I hopped out of the bed angrily and asked the presence to stop, either go to the light or leave me alone. It all stopped and at last I could have a good night’s sleep.
The next morning, I was collected by the President of the Event and she asked me if I had a good night’s sleep. I replied: Yes, we did!!!
Fellow warriors, we are all connected and there is only a veil between us and the other side. There will always be old energies in old places. I had no problem for the rest of the weekend and look back now with fond memories of my Italian bottom-pincher. It has been a long time since I had my bottom pinched. I thought it would have happened on public transport or in a confined space on the touristic route. I was pleasantly surprised!!