Before the ink dries in my personal diary, I post here my reminiscences so you can join me in reliving this Journey of Many Lifetimes!

And so it has been recorded in the Akashic Chronicles that this family set off for Tibet, for the adventure of their lives, the dream of many incarnations, to reach the Roof of the World, that indeed culminated in the Summit Experience!

What a time this has been, as we stepped off into the unknown, as brave warriors of Light, the carriers of the Gaiadon Heart, bearing our unique signature of Gaiadon Light, to one of the most sacred energy vortices on this planet, to fulfill our mission of anchoring the Gaiadon Love in the Valley of Wesak, as we stood before the Sacred Mountain of Shiva, Kailash.

Dearest Ones, we have accomplished much as we have made our journey to Saqqara, Atlantis and Lighthenge and Avalon, and now we have scaled the heights of the planet to complete the task of activating the Super-consciousness Grids of the Planet. Indeed, we made it possible for all portals to be opened as wide as they possibly can, so that the purest Light may pour down into the third dimension, and the physical world shall be bathed in this profound divine light, allowing all of humanity to shift into the next dimension of love. Needless to say, this would not have been possible without the love and support of our larger family of The Gaiadon Heart from all over the world.

As we began our journey through the cosmic pathways, our hearts pulsated with the most extra-ordinary love, and we truly experienced aumni-versalilty as we entered into our super-consciousness states.

We began our journey with the usual chaotic routine of endless shopping, the lists being longer than we could ever hope to pack for a trip! None of us had an idea what was required and what was not, nevertheless, we made the usual mistake of overpacking, which turned out to be a boon, for with the unpredictable weather in Tibet, we used all that we carried in lieu of a much needed shower! Still, we all carried too much stuff, and that was our only reminder of who we had been, miles away from home, and warmth and our comfort zones.

As we arrived at Kathmandu, we were greeted by the smiling Nepalese agents and guides, who escorted us to our beautiful hotel, Hyatt Regency. Greeting our family members was sheer joy and there were hugs and laughter all around. Some of us rested, and prepared for the journey. Others visited the Pashupathi Nath (Shiva) Temple, and the Buddhist Stupa and enjoyed their last minute shopping, and shopping for Nepalese artifacts simply had to be done! The idea of travelling into the vast mountainous lands of Tibet made us all stock up on what we felt was needed, though for some trust prevailed that we would be looked after.

The flight from Kathmandu to Lhasa with the breathtaking view of the Himalayan peaks visible above the clouds, and a quick glimpse of Mount Everest, filled our hearts with joy and expectation.

As we arrived at Lhasa, we were greeted by the Tibetan agents and guides and drivers, who escorted us to our beautiful hotel, Lhasa Hotel. Some of us rested, and prepared for the journey.

The whole energetic was escalating and we prepared for the most extra-ordinary seminar. It was beyond all expectations, and the sheer beauty of what had come through in the past month or so was surprising even to me, who has been privy to this channeling! It is very clear that there is an unseen hand at work, and it is definitely what Spirit is creating and radiating out to humanity and the human vessel is just that, a vessel through which Spirit shall operate!

Paul’s and Omashar’s music lifted the the whole visual experience into another octave and we were all changed by this multi-dimensional experience!

The first day at Lhasa was memorable as everyone succumbed to the Altitude Syndrome, and no one quite knew what really happened. Throbbing heads, breathlessness, palpitation, nausea - it quite took us by surprise. By the next morning, quite a few oxygen canisters later, everyone was back to normal. Of course the meditations helped and soon we were enjoying our aumniversal consciousness, interspersed with exotic lunches and dinners and chocolate to release the last traces of the altitude syndrome.

The visits to Potala Palace, and the Summer Palace, were challenging for those who went, as that was the first experience of walking and climbing Tibetan steps on steep, almost vertcal slopes. It was however worth the effort, as the photographs reveal.

Resting a night after the seminar, we were ready to set off to Shigatse in our four wheel drives, in sets of four, for the next phase of our adventure.

And then it all began! Endless driving through the barren, rocky mountains, on dusty, bumpy roads with no sign of life except a few nomads, and some beautiful rivers and lakes formed from the snow that melted down the peaks of these mountains, there was not much else to do, but we all enjoyed the banter with our jeepmates and the occasional snacking and stopping to stretch our stiff legs and of course the mountains and the rocks and in emergencies, the back of the jeeps served as toilet walls! The roads were quite decent to begin with, and then petered out into just dust trails. The visit to Drepung Monastery was quite good, with the only excitement being that there were many pathways to climb down and some of our group were delayed, trying to find their bearings.

The visit to the huge Maitreya Buddha Monastery was the highlight of Stage I. The visit to the Maitreya Buddha monastery may not be forgotten easily by our Family. The gigantic image of the Maitreya was awe-inspiring, and as we entered, there was this amazing down-pouring of energy, that seemed to blast into our hearts, and we could all feel that there was a wonderful presence guiding us. We had an impromptu gathering in the monastery courtyard, and Omashar’s flute set the divine energies. As we floated into this heart space, there was a beautiful channeled message from Spirit, who, assisted us in lifting our souls into the highest aspect of our being, preparing us for many initiations. It was quite a sight to see, 66 Gaiadon Hearts in a circle in a Buddhist Monastery, holding hands and creating the most profound love energy possible. It did attract most of the monks to come out of their cells and alcoves and to observe the Gaiadon Hearts at work. We sang and made sacred movements, to “Ai-o-ka…Ke-mai-ee-ya…I-o-no…Ke-ma-nee-ya”. The most wonderful gift we gave to ourselves and to the sacred space we were at, was to sing Imagine! By now at least another 100 curious Tibetans had gathered, and we drew them into our group. It was the most unbelievable thing we could have done in Chinese Tibet, but our hearts were filled with love and we did not ruffle any feathers. We then had to say goodbye to some of our family that was returning after Phase I and it took a while to come to terms with the physical parting, though we knew we could never be separated in heart and soul. We watched the two buses leave and returned to our four wheel drives to carry on to the Second Phase of our Journey.

After many hours, we reached our first camping site at Saga, and the first sight of the tents that had already been put up, was gladdening, but nothing prepared us for the real experience. A rush to pick one’s tent, unpacking, accepting that this was to be our nomadic home for the next week or so, getting used to getting in and out of tents where you could not stand up, and the fact that you had to go in and out bent double (at least it wasn’t so bad for someone my height)…the holes in the field ground freaked me out at first, when I realized that they were the homes of rodents… huge ones… the dash for the toilet tent, and the realization with a sinking heart, that the five-star toilet was a hole in the ground, getting out our sleeping bags ready, accepting that there was no hope for a shower or even a wash, resigning to a hopeful change of clothes in a seemingly impossible tent space, for two people too close for comfort! That was Tibet for us, on our first night of camping!

The bustle and the noise of the sherpas going about their duties, the thin tent flaps, not filtering any conversations from neighbouring tents, seemed strange on the first evening, and took only getting used to! The sherpas shouting “ Dinner ready! Shoup (Soup) Ready!” and banging on plates to get us out of our tents and into the warm dining tent was the most welcome sound in the world!. Imagine 41 Gaiadon Hearts squeezing into a tent for about 35, seated on tiny little chairs, warm soup bowls in hand, chattering and laughing with excitement. Popcorn floating in the soup was the best thing we had hoped to taste in distant Tibet! Dinner was simple, wholesome, nutritious, though definitely not five-star! The love and cheer with which the sherpas cooked and served our hot meals is something which cannot be forgotten.

As night fell, the air became chilly and windy. We got the first experience of the erratic weather of Tibet and all of a sudden our warm day wear could not keep out the chills, and soon we had to bring out warm layers. Sleeping in tents on the first night was an experience I will never forget. As I grappled with my daughter’s sleeping bag, trying to zip her up, the memory of the rodent holes under and around our tents wouldn’t go away. As everyone settled into their sleeping bags, and slowly human sound faded into sleep, there were other lifeforms which woke up, and began to scurry around, probably trying to guess what these new human smells were, and I lay awake for what seemed like hours, (which probably was just minutes, but of course there is no time) motionless, listening to the squeaking and rustling outside our tent, not knowing whether to panic or not, when I actually heard nibbling sounds right outside! Deciding to let it go, and drift off into sleep was a better decision after all. It wasn’t long before we were woken to the sound of the sherpas, talking loudly and laughing and clattering cooking vessels, getting busy with their chores. Soon they were banging plates to wake us up with a “Good Marning! Breakphast Ready!” Getting out of our sleeping bags, racing to the one-hole toilet, crawling back into the tent, packing up to leave, dashing out again to brush our teeth with a mug of warm water from the bucket provided, greeting everyone and sharing hugs, trying to eat a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, cereal, and save some eggs for lunch, and getting into the jeeps to drive on, what a life it has been for those amazing days!

It was great to see the sherpas packing up the tents expertly and amusing at most times to see them remove the tents just as people were still packing and not yet quite out of their tents. On one occasion, the tent was removed as I was still packing and it was embarassing, to say the least!

On the second day of driving, we stopped for lunch at a site, and some of us walked around after eating, and were drawn to a spot, where there were a few strange stones, that reminded us of Light-henge. As the energy escalated, we gathered in a circle, around this area, and the most amazing portal opened up. This turned out to be a portal to a very powerful vortex, and as we recognized this, we knew that this was more ancient than the most ancient of civilizations, and one of the first crystalline grid structures to be manifested on the Planet. As builders and guardians of this amazing structure, we were allowed to enter this sacred portal, and we let ourselves into this vortex. Here we wandered, through ancient temple chambers, receiving many initiations, and meeting many masters of light. Sacred geometrical forms and energy patterns were encoded in our light bodies. As we offered our Gaiadon Hearts, to the sanctum of this crystalline structure, we were swathed in the most wondrous of colors and lights and energies that kept pouring into our cells. We soon lost all physical awareness of our bodies as our physical bodies transformed completely into love.

Omashar guided us through the lotus movement, which was a wonderful experience of oneness with each other, and the Light Circle we formed truly made us feel as if we were just One Being of Light.

Someone observed that we do place our portals in the strangest places, and indeed it felt so. Why would we place a portal in a remote part of Tibet, seemingly where no one would find it? It however seemed to me that this place was not always so god-forsaken. When the portal to the vortex was created, it was one of the most obvious place it would be in, because the whole area was so sacred, when the planet was totally pure and divine, and it was a higher dimensional portal that beings of very high frequencies could easily find. And so we did find it, even after aeons of time, even from a third dimensional obscure place.

The experience was totally uplifting and now that the portal was opened, we can access it anytime we wished, from anywhere in the world, and more than that, we can even share this with all the other beings of light!

The drives were getting longer and rougher, as the roads were replaced by dust-lanes, and we were fortunate that our four-wheel drives were quite sturdy! As we drove further away from civilization, the higher up we went, through many mountain passes and soon we began to feel the effects of real Tibetan Mountain air, thin and cold and windy. Many of us began to feel that there was less oxygen and strangely though it was warm during the day, we were quite prone to get sun-burnt. Nights were cold and windy and out came all the layers of clothing!

Again, we camped on the second night at our camping site, where thankfully there were no holes in the ground, but this time there were mountain dogs that tried to keep us awake for a while. However I do not feel anyone was really disturbed long enough, for everyone was so tired, that sleep came fast.

Two more days of driving, until we reached our destination. The landscape kept changing, and getting more rugged and struck us with wonder how mountains could have such interesting colours. In the distance were the snowcapped mountain peaks that seemed to keep getting farther away, the more the we drove. The ones nearest to us were brown and almost barren. The colours of the mountains, ranging from wonderful greens, violets, and blues, were magnificent and breath-taking at times.

Nothing, but nothing, prepared us for the moment when we reached Lake Manasarover, and there we had the first glimpse of Kailash! It was truly a magnificent sight, and worth all the effort of driving for days on end!

The crystalline blue still water seemed so close and yet it was at least an hour and a half’s drive away. Kailash seemed so close but was nowhere near walking distance. From that viewpoint, it seemed like we had reached the destination, and yet, there was more to travel, more to experience, and there were more initiations to be received, more to be achieved!

That night we camped on the banks of the Lake, and many of us had a dip in the placid and freezing water. Dinner was warm and comforting, as that was our first real experience of the Tibetan cold nights.

The following morning, there was a very powerful channeling by Babaji, on the banks of the Lake Manasarover, at 4 AM, which was the time when the light beings and masters were believed to be awake and active in this area. At this unbelievable hour, the Gaiadon Family experienced such energy and love and one-ness as we sang our favorite song, and Omashar and Melody sang “The Journey Home”.

Later during the day, we were to proceed on to the Wesak Valley, , and our camp was directly in the Valley, in front of Mount Kailash.

Those who were doing Stage III, which was the parikrama around Mount Kailash, were informed that there were three options. Some were to go to the Hot Springs for a bath if they wished. Some were to proceed straight to the Wesak Valley Camp and some were to be left at a little town called Darchen, which was the actual starting point of the trek on the day after the festival. They would walk the 8 kilometers to Wesak, so that they would be then doing the actual complete circumambulation. The day after the Festival, the entire group would start the trek from the Wesak Valley, which would be for three days.

The group that went to the Hot Springs would return to the Wesak Valley too, by night. The Hot Springs turned out to be a disappointment, and nothing like we imagined, and the less said about it the better!

The night of camping at Wesak, was exciting, the highlight being the cosy dinner in the dining tent with hot soup and popcorn, and the hot meal cooked so lovingly by our Sherpas. It was certainly getting colder by the night!

Early next morning we woke up to the familiar sounds of sherpas banging pots and shouting pleasantly, and there was something else in the air too! It was the day of the Saga Dawa Festival. There was a little hill to climb, and from the top we could see another valley, that was already teeming with Tibetans and other visitors from far and wide. As we watched, we could see the prayer flags going up and there was great celebration in the air! It was the morning of the 11th of June and the day of the Full Moon. Dawa means Moon, and the Tibetans celebrate this day as the Day of the Enlightenment or the actual Spiritual Birth of the Buddha! There were stalls all around the valley with the local Tibetans selling artifacts like bells, chimes, prayer wheels, statues, and singing bowls and other things. Many of the Gaiadon Hearts spent the whole day wandering around amongst the Tibetans, watching the Prayer Flags go up, and generally breathing in all that Tibetan energy!

On that day, a few of us who had gone to the Hot Springs the previous day, decided to do the proper trek, and were taken to the starting point, Darchen from where we walked to the Wesak Valley. It was more like a warming up exercise, and the 8 kms was not really so difficult. However, we did not make the mistake of believing that the actual trek was going to be anything so easy!

The dining tent was everyone’s favorite place, as it was the warmest! Who amongst us can forget the fun we had while we sat together eating our dinners?

The night of the 11th was magical, and the night of the full moon, the night of Saga Dawa! We gathered at 11 PM just outside our tents and the channeling was again very beautiful! The moon was hiding behind the little hill, and we stood facing Kailash to do the activation. The most magical thing happened! As the channeling was almost over, the moon came up and lit up the Wesak Valley and all our faces, and our Hearts! It was incredible! With our hearts as full as the Moon, we went to our sleeping bags, wondering about what lay in store for us over the next few days of adventure.

The next day was the parting, as it was time for some of our beloved family to leave, and again, we knew we were still One heart and One love. They enveloped us with their love and prayers every step of the forthcoming journey, as we knew that every single Gaiadon Heart around the planet was doing the same, and to be sure, if not for this love and support, those who went ahead would not have made it!

One of our beloved Gaiadon Hearts ended up with a lung infection, and she was quite seriously ill, requiring hospitalization. Fortunately, her will was so strong, the wonderful being that she is, that she recovered completely and was seen dancing away on the last night’s party at Kathmandu! The good thing was that she decided to return, instead of continuing with Stage III, as she would surely not have made it!

And so, as the ones that had chosen to go on stage III, began their walk into the unknown, the few loved ones returned to Kathmandu, their hearts filled with Gaiadon Love. The yaks which were to carry our equipment and our bags did not arrive, and the Tibetan guide, Dorje and Viren had to wait and sort out the yak issue. Now in Tibet, the yaks were owned by the the Tibetan nomads, and even by prior reservation, the yaks could not be guaranteed. The nomads would simply give the yaks to whoever they got more money from, and when we arrived there was a shortage of yaks. And, we were all carrying more stuff than we needed, and with the camping and cooking equipment, the yaks we got were simply not enough. In trying to arrange for more yaks, the original yak owners refused to move except as one contingent, which really did not make sense, but that was their stand. All the yaks would move only together, it seemed! Still some of the bags and equipment had to be left behind, including one toilet tent and the dining tent! Our favorite gathering place, and the warmest spot was the dining tent where 40 people could sit together on little camping seats, in a tent meant for 35, our cosy dining tent did not make it to Kailash! That was the place, where we really enjoyed our togetherness, huddled together, drinking hot soup and eating pasta and cole slaw or hot rice and dal, and chatting and laughing merrily, the two gas lamps providing a little warmth, but not as much as our loving hearts! And to think that that would be missing in our third phase of our journey!

Again, it must be said, that nothing really prepared us for this experience! Though it had been repeated often enough, and it was known that conditions in the mountains of Tibet were harsh, and it was not ‘just a walk!’ Though the first day was supposed to be comparatively easy, as there was not much climbing to do, it was not easy by any stretch of the imagination. The endless hours of walking did not seem to bring the end in sight, Anyway, we did not know how that day would end, as we walked and walked and walked. and at last it was almost evening, when we were asked to cross a precarious bridge of just wooden logs over a rapid stream, to our camping site. It was even more interesting to note that just a few hundred metres away, the source of this river was pure ice!

It was the strangest day of our lives as we finally reached the camping site, to find no yaks, no tents, no bags, nothing, waiting for us. One of our sisters being really sick, was worrying, and we had to wait out in the open, for three hours as the air grew colder and windier. We tried to sit between rocks or wherever we could, until, it was obvious that we could stay there no longer, or we would freeze once the sun set. Here it must be said, that though the sun actually set by 7 PM, it became dark only after 9 or 9:30. That there was light was a small consolation, for the air became cold and windy. It was clear we had to find some shelter, and so we decided to retrace our steps across the rapids, and move into a couple of tea-tents, where again, it was at least warmer and the tea-tent owners served hot tea to our cold family. Here, we waited until the yaks arrived.

Again, before we even realized it, the sherpas had put up our tents like magic, and before we could even settle down, hot soup and hot dinner were served to us in our tents. It was colder than all the nights before, and we lay our aching bodies to sleep, not even wanting to think of the next day ahead, which was to be more of a challenge than even the first.

The second day, was not encouraging and everyone’s emotions began to surface. Many were apprehensive about the steep climb and the equally steep descent and the trek through the Dolma Pass, was not going to be easy. Those who believed they could not make it were given the option to return to the base camp at the Wesak Valley, and the rest would continue. About half the group opted to return and the rest were definitely going ahead. There were a few ponies available and those who were going forward were asked if they wanted those ponies.

And so we set off once again on the second day of our trek. The few of us who took ponies did not have it any easier than those who were climbing. One of us had already been thrown off on the first day, by a bucking horse. The very first experience for me was, as I climbed on a rock to mount my pony, I lost my balance, and promptly slipped down. Though I did not actually fall, I twisted my leg, and sprained my left calf muscle, and knee, but there was no time to think about that. All I knew was I had to continue. The fear of sitting on those wild ponies was predominant. The ponies were also very sensitive to our energy and the slightest sound or movement made them also react. The next shock was to see another of our beloved Gaiadon Hearts being thrown off his horse, and to see him land between three rocks and the frisky pony with the saddle slipping off, was a sight that was not consoling to those of us on ponies. We tried to be calm, but when the ascent started, we could hardly see the precarious and narrow trails, and watching the little rocks tumbling down the steep mountain side, as our ponies walked on the very edge of the almost invisible paths, we can tell you, the vertical climb up that mountain, on a wild pony is not exactly relaxing!

It was much, much harder for those who were climbing, and when we reached the top, we could see that these ones had made it, and most of them could not believe that they had actually done it. The sense of joy was evident all through, and then we began the descent, because the horses would not go downhill. Again, to say this was a cakewalk would be silly, because we again never anticipated how it would be. There were moments when we almost gave up, we had to stop when the going got tough. Our bodies were weak, but our spirit was strong, and even at the times when the drop in oxygen levels made us feel as if we could not take another breath, we just knew we had to make it. For me, and I suppose it must have been for many, it got to points when I felt my legs would just refuse to move, and I felt I could not go on. I had extremely spiritual experiences when I felt I was being supported.

Yes there was always one Gaiadon Heart helping me and holding my hand and telling me I could do it. In my heart, I honour and thank these blessed souls. Josef for holding my hand on the first day, Bob on the second day. Bob was like a very nimble mountain goat, jumping from rock to rock, never missing a step. He was amazing… And at one time, when I was walking alone, he pretended to trip and fall from a rock and said, “See what happens to me when you are not holding my hand?” And later “You did Kailash by yourself, Saranya, I just walked beside you”

But it was my wonderful Soul Brother, Aya who never left my side from the beginning, till the very end. Every step of the way, this gentle soul was there telling me I could go on, and at times, when he was tired, I gave him spiritual strength. Together, we made it to the very end. Thank you, beloved brother, for all that you are.

Passing through and beyond those moments of feeling we could not continue, we suddenly would feel a surge of energy and somehow we could go on.

The landscape was spectacular and it was a sight we would not have missed for anything. The view from the top, as we were descending was simply out of this world. We could see from the top a beautiful lake called Gowri Kund, and some parts of it were frozen. There was a formation on the ice that looked like the Foot of Shiva, and as we were going downhill, the formation kept changing until finally it looked like a heart!

Another exciting part of our trek was, as we were crossing through a valley, we passed a river that was almost completely frozen, and we had to walk across it. It was full of snow, not exactly ice, and as we walked across, we stopped to take pictures and then played a little in the snow. It was fun to throw snowballs at each other, for just a little while, like little children.

On completing our descent, and then walking for another two or three hours, we reached the camping site, to find our tents were already up, and dinner was cooking and what a welcome sight that was! All that seemed so challenging before was already behind us, and we were glad to just crawl into our sleeping bags and sleep. Hot soup and dinner was served to us in our tents and we were not really hungry, but had a little warm soup and sleep beckoned us. The weather became colder and when we awoke in the morning, we realized that it had been snowing all night. We woke to three inches of snow and it was still snowing a bit. Shivering at the prospect of walking in the snow, we again began the third day of our trek around Mount Kailash.

After about an hour and a half, the sun came out and it stopped snowing. Now the trek was easier, as it was not up or downhill, but still there were difficult stretches. I particularly loved crossing the little streams, jumping on little rocks!

Lunch on this day was not worth writing home about, because there was not much to call lunch, and we had also exhausted our water supplies, so when it seemed impossible to go for another minute without water, Viren managed to conjure up a tea-tent where they sold water and so we could continue (thank goodness!). Chocolate was also the magic stuff which really worked, though we had just a few, to bring us energy, when we needed it most.

On and on we walked, stopping every now and then, often wondering how some of our Gaiadon Souls managed to go all the way, then come back some distance to help others reach the destination, and then do that again! Honestly these guys (Bob, and Jai and Omashar) must have done the distance twice, the way they were going back and forth, helping those who needed help.

We had almost done the journey, and we had reached the final little hill from which we could see our jeeps waiting at Dongmu, a few hundred meters away, to take us to Darchen, where we had started the trek, and then from there to Manasarovar where we were camping for the night.

The moment I saw the jeeps, I was rooted to the spot, and once again, my legs refused to move. I could not take one step more, leave alone walk the 300 meters! I felt my life-force leaving my body and I was immobile for a few seconds. As we stood there, there was a little cave to the right side, and a strange pillar at the entrance of the cave. I put my entire head into the cave, and felt a very strong, benign presence in the cave. It felt very familiar, and soothing. I took long deep breaths, and suddenly felt my energy come surging back into my body, I remember saying to Aya, “I am back, I can feel my energy coming back, and I can continue.”

On reaching the jeeps, we had to wait for the others to arrive and the yaks and the equipment, and then Aya had the idea of walking to Darchen at least as much as we could and if we felt tired, we could be picked up by the jeeps. Darchen was where we had started our trek and the jeeps were able to come to Dongmu, to take us, in case we were too tired to walk to Darchen. So we began to walk, and it seemed better to reach the point where we had started than to be picked up. Having gone so far, another 5 kms did not seem impossible. The weather was hot and sunny and Darchen kept appearing to us in the horizon, as if it was so close. Probably it was the sight of Darchen that kept us going. We refused the lift when the jeeps passed us, and soon we arrived at Darchen. Finally we were home! Climbing into the jeep to drive to Manasarover, we could not believe we had actually completed what we had set out to do. On remembering every step of the trek, to me it seemed to be a real proof that spiritual will can achieve what physical strength cannot.

To me Kailash does not represent a pilgrimage or an ancient tradition, of the Hindus or the Tibetans. To me it represents a sacred portal, and going clockwise around this mountain was important, so the Gaiadon Hearts could weave the aumni-gram of love, and anchor the Gaiadon Heart in the Heart of this Mountain. To me, it was not a religious penance but a spiritual conquest of will over body. Every step of the physical trek was, for me, filled with spiritual downloading of wisdom, and love, and the pain was not a necessary component, except as a release.

Today, my legs, which were quite weak before, are so strong and healthy and pain-free, that I do not regret the trek, in fact I am glad I released all my physical weaknesses there.

The lesson here, for me, and hopefully for others is to trust in our own inner powers. We are much bigger than we think we are, and we are always protected and nurtured.

The lesson also, here, is, to know that though we are all one being, and we are united, we are also individuals, with our own choices, and to honor each other is the most valuable gift we can give ourselves. As we, the Gaiadon hearts, allowed and honoured each soul, for their choices, we truly lived the spirit of unity, as we followed our hearts.

I hope that in my little contribution, I have been an example of how to not give up, and how to trust that we are always safe in the hands of Goddess-God!

The homecoming was a celebration, as our beloved family was waiting for us to return and there was great cheering and embracing.

It was good to be with the family again. The evening was spent in the dining tent, with the family deciding to drive longer the next day, to reach Saga, where we would stay at a Chinese hotel, instead of camping, and we could have a much desired hot shower and a nice warm bed to sleep in. This also meant we could leave early the following day to reach Nyalem, where we could camp, and the next day, a few more hours of driving would take us to Kathmandu, a day earlier than scheduled. The vote was unanimous, and so we set off the next day. We reached Saga, eagerly looking forward to the hot shower, however, to our greatest disappointment, our luggage truck did not make it. Many of us had no clothes to change into, after the shower, so we made do with the same clothes we had worn for at least 4 days, if not more. A warm bed to sleep in was so wonderful after so many nights of camping!

Morning came, with no sign of our baggage truck, and when we knew it was getting late, we started off, to Nyalem. We sent another truck in search of the first truck, and there were no signs of both. We left instructions that these trucks proceed to Nyalem, and we drove all day. The landscape was changing and the view was so breathtaking and phenomenal as we were now driving through the Himalayan Range. Soon, we felt the energy also changing, and there was a very strong magnetic pull. I meditated and asked for guidance. We knew we were passing as close to Mount Everest as possible, and yet we were informed that this was not a scheduled part of our itinerary. It meant another 3 hours of driving, and would cost extra. I was guided to offer this as a gift to my Gaiadon Hearts. We drove to Mount Everest. Having come so far, it did feel perfect, to complete the event with the final activation at Mount Everest, as a symbol of all we are, and all we have achieved. It was meant to be a surprise for all my beloved Gaiadon Hearts, and what a surprise it was!

We reached Camp Nyalem in time for dinner and bed, and it made us glad to see our tents up, our luggage truck had arrived and all was right in this perfect world.

Already we were beginning to realize that it was our last day of camping, and we did not want to leave our dining tent, so we stayed together and chatted for as long as possible. What really happens when this family is together, is simply amazing. We are just so happy together, and there is so much love, that we can only wait for the next gathering, to live and breathe in this joy of just being together.

Another day of driving to the Tibet-Nepal Border, was really worth remembering for the landscape began to change, the mountains became more lush and green and the wonderful waterfalls, rivers, and lakes made us stop every now and then to take photographs and videos. The breathtaking and picturesque scenery in contrast to the stark beauty of interior Tibet, filled us all with joy. We stopped for lunch at the border town of Tibet, where we had a wonderful lunch at a restaurant.

The crossing of the border was something we would never forget. Since we were travelling by road, we had to clear immigration and customs at the border and cross the Friendship Bridge on foot. Clearing immigration took forever, as it seemed as if the little office was overwhelmed by so many people from so many different countries. That was also the last time we would see our Tibetan drivers and guides who had become such good friends of ours. We said goodbye to our Tibetan family, and Dorje, and Tensing (I used to tease him calling him Eleven-Sing, and Twelve-Sing for which he once threw small stones at me) Dorje of course was a hot favorite with everyone, especially the girls (!) and we shall always remember fondly, how they took care of us. It was hard to say goodbye to them and to the drivers who were so friendly and loving. They were very happy with the love offering of the Gaiadon Hearts and had tears in their eyes, when they said this was the best group they had seen, and also the most generous one.

The Gaiadon Hearts now walked across the Friendship Bridge and entered Nepal. The Passport Control office in Nepal was equally small and took equally forever, and by now, people were really getting tired and eager to reach the comfort of Hyatt Hotel in Kathmandu. Our luggage was tossed atop our two buses before we identified them but later we came to know that this was necessary because we were taking time in the Passport office and the locals were hanging around too close for comfort, and our sherpas did not want any item to go missing, when they were not looking and so they had to resort to loading the bags as quickly as possible.

And so we made it safe, to the hotel by nightfall, and we were full of the Tibetan Experience! The first time we saw a sweetmeat shop, we rushed to buy some snacks, and drinks. The chips and Pepsi and the Orange Soda tasted so delicious!

Our first night in Hyatt was heaven, after a long hot shower, and fresh clothes to change into, and dinner with our family was most enjoyable. Our last day at Kathmandu was peaceful and relaxing, and we spent time with the family, at breakfast, lunch and dinner.

It was time to say goodbye to our Nepalese sherpas and travel agents. They broke into song and dance everytime we gathered, and it was such a pleasure when they did so at the lobby, attracting the attention of all onlookers. Of course we joined them too and created such a riot. The staff at Hyatt may not have expected their clients to make so much noise, but no one really stopped us, as they could all feel our love and joy and even the security guards looked on indulgently.

Our request for a separate hall for our group for dinner was welcomed (maybe with relief) by the hotel, and we invited the sherpas to join us for dinner on our last night at Kathmandu. They came all spruced up and looked so distinguished, we could hardly recognize our beloved sherpas.

Our good friend Devendra had arranged for a Gaiadon Heart Cake, with three (!) mountains like Kailash. Those who had not been able to do the parikrama, had the chance to complete their wish by going around the cake!

A beloved sister who happens to be a nurse, did her routine, by frightening all the guys in the group, chasing them around and force-feeding them with Kailash cake. It was hilarious to see the her chasing them as they ran for cover, as if she was going to give them a shot! One terrified Gaiadon Heart tried to get under the table and she actually crawled in after him and only a few of us who peeked under the table cover know if she fed him cake or what! It was all good fun!

Many drinks and a wonderful meal later, once again, the sherpas let their hair down and the party began. The absence of music was not an issue, and the sherpa songs were lilting and catchy. It drew everyone to join the fun, until the songs began to seem very familiar,and they they almost seemed like the same song.

The end of the song and dance sequence was all of the sherpas standing in a line and doing the sherpa dance, each one missing a step and it was so cute that by the time they figured out what to do, the song was over. They were also thrilled with our love offering, and said goodbye to all. Their exit was something we will never forget as they all lined up, stood together, and waving in unison, ran out with hushed goodbyes, all the while turning towards us. Many Gaiadon Hearts ran along with them, waving them goodbye. The days they had taken care of us in Tibet, cooked for us, and fed us, and practically lived with us, as friends, shall remain with us in our hearts as the most wonderful aspect of our Tibetan Experience! We hope they remember us as we do them!

With a strange reluctance, we returned to our rooms, and packed to leave. Some were staying for a day or a couple longer, and they were able to soak in the Nepalese energy a little longer. Again, leaving was harder than we expected, but it was to be done.

Returning home, after almost a month away, it almost seemed unreal but Tibet has been so real for us, that even today, every moment of our Journey is vivid and clear.

All of us who lived and breathed Tibet for those days have changed forever. It is positive that not one of us can truly say that Tibet was ordinary. It has been huge and life-changing, heart-changing and soul-changing. All aspects of our experience, even some human and very physical ones could only integrate into a magnificent journey of many lifetimes.

Sleep was the only way in which most of us could physically recover from the journey, but also, it was a time for dreams and visions, and memories coming back. Many of us are still to completely return to our human life, but that is not because of any desire to separate ourselves, but simply because, Tibet has had that effect on us, of consuming our thoughts, still, bringing us so much of its flavour, that we are finding it a challenge to focus on much else. Taking the re-entry really slow, and getting used to who we have become, we do find ourselves in no hurry to jump into everyday life. And surprisingly, life goes on, and nothing really stops if some Gaiadon Hearts who have returned from Tibet sleep more than other people!

It feels like on a soul level, everything is perfect and divine and we are indeed integrating our multi-dimensional selves so that all aspects unite into one unified reality.

Beloved Hearts, I do hope you enjoyed this Journey to Tibet through our eyes and through our hearts.

It has been a journey that the Gaiadon Hearts took together, as one family, but each one as individuals has had a different experience! And that is the unity in diversity and the fullest experience of multi-dimensionality The One Heart could wish to have, through conscious understanding of the many aspects of the One Being that we are!

And now to get back to some spiritual realities!

III A was phenomenal as would be vouched for by those who attended it in Lhasa, and dates are being finalized for the world tour. It has been intentional to leave this until after we were fully rested after Tibet and now it is time to share these amazing teachings with the rest of our Gaiadon Family.

Soon, we shall meet again!

In the Expanding Love of Akashic Aumni-light!

Saranya

"REMINISCING TIBET : MORE PERSPECTIVES"