Site of the 33 Miners, Chile - Kryon Kundalini Tour 2013
Arriving on the bus at the site of the rescue of the 33 Miners in Chile, was an experience that I feel profoundly in my heart. The energy of compassion was thick and I wept before the bus even came to a stop. The first thing I saw was the 33 flags on the hill - all but one was from Chile - the other was a Bolivian flag. Each represented the country of the miners. I could feel how significant this was, as I learned there was sometimes conflict between these two countries. Clearly something had changed.
What I want to share most of all was meeting the four miners who were there to greet us. They did not speak English and I did not speak Spanish. I greeted each one with deep respect and gratitude for what they had done, for it generated a grand energy of compassion on Earth as 1.2 billion people witnessed a tragedy - turned to a victory, filled with joy. I choke up now even as I write this, for as I recalled staring deep into the eyes of these precious men, I felt their pain and their joy and their fears and their hopes all in one. As my eyes welled up with tears I couldn’t hold back, so did theirs, one by one, as I held their hands and loved them. I will never forget it.
At the shrine built to honor them and the memory of what they have created for humanity, was a statue of Our Lady of Fatima, who I learned they prayed to while they were trapped in the mine. With a humble heart I placed a piece of lava rock I brought from Lemuria at her feet, as guided by my Ancestors. On the ground just below the statue was a rock that was clearly meant for me... a gift I treasure. It is my prayer that this simple story will touch your hearts, as it did mine.
What I want to share most of all was meeting the four miners who were there to greet us. They did not speak English and I did not speak Spanish. I greeted each one with deep respect and gratitude for what they had done, for it generated a grand energy of compassion on Earth as 1.2 billion people witnessed a tragedy - turned to a victory, filled with joy. I choke up now even as I write this, for as I recalled staring deep into the eyes of these precious men, I felt their pain and their joy and their fears and their hopes all in one. As my eyes welled up with tears I couldn’t hold back, so did theirs, one by one, as I held their hands and loved them. I will never forget it.
At the shrine built to honor them and the memory of what they have created for humanity, was a statue of Our Lady of Fatima, who I learned they prayed to while they were trapped in the mine. With a humble heart I placed a piece of lava rock I brought from Lemuria at her feet, as guided by my Ancestors. On the ground just below the statue was a rock that was clearly meant for me... a gift I treasure. It is my prayer that this simple story will touch your hearts, as it did mine.
