Lourdes

Lourdes wasn’t on my radar or in my plan. It’s where the flow took me after Bordeaux. This place is gorgeous, sacred with a powerful river running by the sanctuary, clearing, purifying, keeping the energy moving. And adjacent is a cramped dirty little city with tons of hotels and souvenir shops with religious souvenirs. There were more nun-nurses and wheelchair visitors than I have ever experienced.

What draws so many visitors? The promise of instant healing? The curiousity? To touch and to be touched by the Divine?

I stayed a little hotel with a little room, a little like a convent. A friendly woman helped me there. I felt the Divine in her.

On the way to the Sanctuary the next morning, I was putting Mango in her little backpack and some Italian men asked me to take their photo. Later I ran into them again and they took ours. I felt the Divine in them.

In the chapel, several people came and sat by me, cooing over Mango, wanting to touch her. The comfort and joy they received from her was palpable. I felt the Divine in this. They felt the Divine in Mango.

At night in the little hotel, I connected with the energy of the place. I felt all of it. The streams of “I need help” pure and deep, desperate prayers and longings, aching to see and be seen, to touch the Sacred within ourselves and our world. I felt the purity and strength of the energy of Place. This place, yes, Divine. And in my little room I asked in my own way for healing, for restoration, for what was mine to receive. And in the quiet of the little room, I felt strong angelic presence, presence of Masters, working with me, my body, my energy flows.