This is just documentation of the text. Pls. use the link on the front to see the illustrated version. Eve

ON THE TRACES OF LES SAINTES MARIES DE LA MER

My summer vacation

homework assignment

by Esu

Report by Eve

illustrated with my own vacation photos

this picture was taken in the church of Sainte Maire La Mer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP24acI_M34

Higher window / Josh Groban

How perfect we were meant to be
Our warm and silent symmetry
It's times like these when all
All we need is to be reminded
And I have flown a thousand miles
To empty rooms and crowded aisles
And we went from cathedral bells
To show and tell and wish you wells

And I still look at you
And I am blinded.
I am blinded

. . .

For all the times I tried for this
And every chance at you I missed
I've been known to go my way but I confess
It made me miss you more

I drew my line across the sand
And set my flank in no mans land
But here I am the one man band
With a song that's meant for two

December 2010

I want to share a journey with you,

which I undertook at the end of August / beginning of September 2010

and which was most obviously guided.

I inserted many photos here, to make

it more touchable for you.

To me, it was an absolute overwhelming experience!

May you enjoy this journey, too!

Eve

***

"Dear ones, hear through my ears

and see through my eyes,

and try to feel through my heart.

Esu and me are one.

Namasté, I Am Nada"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZwI5wXU1z4

Wintersong Sarah McLachlan

This year our family was not pretty sure about where to go in our summer vacation. We wanted to go to Britanny again, but the house we wanted to rent was already booked by others. So we got the input to visit southern France. Ok, strange, this input came on the FRIDAY before Easter Sunday, and some people would have sent me to hell for thinking about our summer vacation on THIS DAY OF REMEMBERING THE CRUCIFIXION.

Anyway, I was checking the net for houses who were big enough for a family with 3 kids and 2 dogs - and having a fenced garden, so that the dogs would not escape. I had no other idea than checking the PROVENCE and like always when the path is right and everything is in flow already the first house was vacant in the time we wanted to go there - and it seemed to be best suited, and even cheaper than the one in Britanny. Furthermore it was located just about 5 minutes from the beach.

I still remember my comment in our core team forum: „What karma do I get when I book a summer holiday on the day of crucifixion?" Guess where the house was located.... in a place called „Sainte Marie la Mer" I immediately thought about the story of the arrival of the „two Marys" in southern France, at a place which is now called the Camargue, Les Saintes Maries de la Mer. And I was pretty sure that this was no accident.

As the time of the journey approached it turned out that there was more on stock for me. There is a special story on an assignment Esu gave me for the trip. As I was going to southern France with the idea to visit the place where Mary Magdalene arrived at the shores of France (les Saintes Maries de la Mer) he asked me to set up a document telling the truth in a short and precise way, as the time had come to reveal the truth. He wanted me to place it in the churches I would visit. I tried to convince him to dictate it to me, but he insisted on that I could well do it on my own. It would have taken me half an eternity to set up the document in French, so I set it up in German and asked our chief translator Anja to put it in French, which she did. (besides, it turned out that Anja was also going to spend her vacation in southern France - not too far from the place where we stayed. She had it corrected by our common friend Bernd, who is living in Britanny, West France and who is firm translator for Hazels works. . As I'm lazy by nature I printed that out only in the morning of our departure and put the printouts in the pocket of the inner door side of our car, together with the road description to Sainte Marie la Mer (near Perpignan at the Spanish border).

This day we drove until we reached Orange, where we spent the night.

Now, the next morning we drove up Mont Ventoux, which is said to be an ancient „holy mountain" in the celtic culture - to have a look down from the 1909 meters.

alley in the Provence near Orange

Although I knew there was heavy wind up there I underestimated it. I opened the door and in the same moment the storm grabbed the printouts and took them away - never to be seen any more. Including our road description. (But we had no problems to reach our vacation place, though.)

My first thought was .... bad luck for Esu.... but later he pushed me to write an email to Bernd from my hubby's notebook and ask him to send me the text again...Bernd did so and informed me that he had again redone the translation into an even better style . Then, as I had no printer, I had to handwrite every single document, and Esu told me grinning, that he had anyway wished to have that handwritten. By that time I had no idea which churches to visit, as I was feeling completely comfortable at the beach.

This is what the document contained:

It is time to correct a great error which has been intentionally maintained by the church.

The two "Saintes Maries de la Mer" (holy maries of the sea) - and the Saint Sarah - the patron of the gypsies - have in neither way just been mothers of some apostles and Sarah has either not been their coloured woman servant .

One of the Maries was Mary the mother of Jesus and the other one was Mary Magdalen, the consort of Jesus, Sar'h was her daughter who was given life out of the sacred physical relationship between Jesus and Mary Magdalen, and she was about just one year of age at the time of their arrival in southern France. With them was Joseph of Arimathea with his 12 year old son.

Sar'h had been begetted shortly before Jesus went into the garden of Gethsemane. After the crucifixion the two Maries were on the run in Egypt - their life was threatened. Sar'h carries the divine DNA of Jesus Christ - which is the reason that she had to grow up hidden in a secret location in southern Britan. Her descendants became the founders of the order of the templar knights.

Mary Magdalen had in neither way been a whore, but a high initiate out of Egypt.

She was and she also still is today - also in the cosmic sense - the consort named Nada of Sananda Esu Immanuel Kumara, 2000 years ago in a double incarnation with Christ - the creator of our universe - incarnate as Jesus.

You who reads this - be sure that this is the truth, the truth and nothing else than the truth - and you are called to correct the errors of the past. Think well about what you do with this message, as all is being registered in the chronicles of our planet, and you will harvest, what you seed. Be certain that the Second Coming of Christ is already about to happen and manifest. These words have been written by a person who has been asked to do so - directly by the spiritual hierarchy.

Now, I had Tom Kenyons book with me "the Magdalen Manuscript" (or whatever the Original title is),

Tom Kenyon & Judi Sion - The Magdalen Manuscript

and I was reading at the beach. (not the first time, but this is a book worth reading several times) I was reading Judi Sions Story "of a woman", and she described how she visited Rennes le Château. It struck me nearly. I checked the Internet and found out that I was in hardly 70 km distance of this place in the Pyrenees. (Midwayers applauding loudly)

(Esu said: YEAH)

So I informed my family about a possible trip. They were not too amused, but they agreed. So we went on the trip into one of the most "wild romantic" Sceneries - with a lot of vinyards and the smell of wild fennel growing next to the road.

Something strange happened to my both arms (hubby driving) - which were getting numb, as if I had carried a weight for along time - with no idea why, as I was just sitting next to my husband with the road map on my knees. I was even getting unwell a bit and feeling sick. I started to breathe deeply and the nausea disappeard. (normally I never do get sick while driving in a car)

Later I thought this might have been as we were also not far away from Montségur, where the Catharists had been killed en masse back in history.

http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burg_Monts%C3%A9gur

Finally we arrived at Rennes-le-Château ..the first thing that caught my notice as if it was some kind of welcome was a door with a really nice heart shaped iron work on it, which was the same shape as the fence around our roof terrace shows, which I had designed myself, in a time when I was still totally asleep. Nearly like some kind of déja-vu. Interesting: The symmetry axes of both designs would form a cross, if put together.

The door at Rennes le Château

ours, as a comparison. A common design, you may say, and an ancient one, ...... but when I designed our fence I had no model to follow. So this seemed as some kind of welcome to me

and I visited the small church dedicated to MM,

At the entrance there is the statue of a devil on the left side, who has to hold the stoup, and I had no need to take a photo of it.... and later it turned out that the high number of souvenirs offered in connection with this devil is an evidence for the fact of too much attention to this side, instead of to the other side.

The church is small, but extraordinary.

The ceiling above the altar is held in blue, like a starry universe..unfortunately the direct sight to the amazing glass window is broken. However, I found a way to take a photo, for a sight more clear.

Mary Magdalen is drying the feet of Jesus with her hair.... and the axis of the image seems to be a balanced cross.

There was a statue of Magdalen, offering a nice opportunity leaving the first message,

and receiving a short comment and thanks of Nada personally.Fortunately there were not many visitors left there, so I was able to spend a few minutes sitting silently, writing down what her message was.

Rennes le Château, 1st september 2010, Nada

I Am Nada. This is a place where truth dwells, whilst it may still be a place of hidden truth to all the seekers who come to see and to hear. But now is the time when the gates of truth are opening. What I surrender to you is the message telling the sincere story of what happened. Place it here first so that it may spread in order to reach all who whish to be reached.

Love is all what counts in the end, love is the key. This is a place where codes may be layed open. Visualize a column of light straight upon the altar, with the purpose to transfom the cross of the suffering. There will be spiritual forces keeping this column alive. The purpose of this is the support of sustainable manifesting of this transformation.

Future is anchored in the fusion of the male principle with the female one.

May the circle always be open, but unbroken though, while I AM here and will remain - and the world is going to hear from me, soon, all, which has been kept distorted and covered for a period of 2000 years.

My gratefulness is with all who contribute in spreading the message. Thank you for having taken the effort to come the long way to this place. Dear ones, hear through my ears and see through my eyes, and try to feel through my heart. Esu and me are one.

Namasté, I Am Nada

Later I found a guest book at the entrance of the museum "Tour Magdalene"/Abbé Saunière

and she asked me to make an entry on her behalf, telling that she was about to return, which I did write into the guest book. (If you google Rennes le Château, there is a nice site also in English) In the souvenir shop we were looking for something nice for my younger daughter, and I found a wonderful CD by Tom Kenyon (the last one available there) called „Songs of Magdalene", which I decided to bring home with me. ( VERY TOUCHING)

Tom Kenyon: Songs of Magdalen CD

http://tomkenyon.com/store/magdalen

Recited from the site
Songs of Magdalen

Songs of Magdalen

"These songs were forged in the foundry of my heart. They are an artifact, a tracing of my life. I offer them to you.

I lay them before your feet. May they bring you comfort and solace on your journey home to the exquisite light and unimaginable beauty of your soul."
- Mary Magdalen

These are the songs and sounds of Mary Magdalen.
Channeled from the brilliant light of this remarkable being.
They are a lightening bolt from the heart of the cosmic Mother.
It is my prayer that they may touch you as deeply as they have touched me.
- Tom Kenyon

Click arrow to listen to an excerpt: (just works directly on the link)

So, this was the fulfillment of the first assignment.


I left the second message in the church in Sainte Marie La Mer - where I placed the message inside the baptismal font



and look at the Christed Cross on the altar!





Sainte Marie La Mer was the place where we stayed (name similar to the place in the Camargue) -

and on the trip home we drove through the Camargue to visit the Original place
LES SAINTES MARIES DE LA MER,






where I left the third assignment in the crpyt of Sar'h, the daughter or Esu / MM, which is officially handled as the "holy Sarah, the patroness of the gypsies.



I'm afraid to say that the dark ones have distorted this once holy place of the village into a hell of bull fighting business and consume - I would not have been able to stand that energy longer than half an hour. No silence there - and not much left of the footprints which Nada left there, when she arrived as one of the two Saintes Maries.


This is the official symbol for the place,
for faith, love and hope.

I guess Esu will have his reasons to have given me these assignments, I fear the documents will not have lasted too long there, but I guess by placing them there maybe something more happened energetically - which is not known to me.
So, you see, there is no vacation for us... we are once in service, always in service, and I - grin - even (Ha, EVE-n ) worked in my vacation.

The weather was warm and nice, no sunburn, but I returned with the strongest tan I ever had - I enjoyed swimming in the mediterranean sea (maybe the last time)

Post scriptum: ...I had an interesting experience in the last night in France, was somehow about "aware beaming" training...
I felt as if I was dreaming, and there was an energy pulling me up, and I felt to dissolve in very small particles, like black and white sparkling fragments, and I was afraid to surrender to this energy.
But finally I just did, - felt as if I was encouraged - and was lifted. My sight disappeared,- while my awareness was there all the time - just to be rolled up anew few seconds later aboard ship, and I saw the face of a person I knew from before, called SAM. Short brown hair and quite thick eyebrows, very tall. A dear old friend, we hugged.
He obviously had been often there before, but I could not remember before. He told me that I was now granted more awareness.
He was joking about beaming my weight up.
Said, he was just weighing 45 kg, (but over 2m tall and no skeleton!) and when I laughed he said, this was so because they aboard ship were less dense.
I asked him where I should go now and he told me - as always, to Esu's office, stairs up.
I was laughing again YOU HAVE STAIRS?
Yes, he laughed, They wanted to stay healthy and were training by running up stairs....
(maybe he was kidding, I thought) And who had told me that there would be no stairs on spaceships...I remembered the way to Esu's office (I had been ordered there for a regular briefing) and started running (for training,haha .... well, I hope I will be able to find out some near day in my day awareness )
and I made it, finding the right door, and the last thing I remembered were Esu's blue shining eyes and his welcome.....then my memory broke off. The next thing I remember was me laying in my bed again with a silly grinning on my face..... MY THAT WAS AN EXPERIENCE!
No, it was no meditation...
WAY DIFFERENT! That really made my day! Later I thought that this may have been some kind of „reward", perhaps.

Ok, another post-scriptum. Shortly before I was going to leave for France I received a mail by a person who had been guided to my Lemuria page while he was searching the net for another person with the same christian name as I do have. We mailed a few times, but I forgot to answer his latest mail, and after my return I had forgotten about. I also found it difficult to find time to make my pubishing document of my assignment. Now, in the beginning of December, this reader mailed me again, and he sent me a youtube link (quality not too good) of a brillant organ works he had composed himself in the year of 2004. I asked him to tell more about and he reported that what he called „hymn" was to be a love song of Magdalen to Jesus. He sent me the lyrics, too, (has also written them by himself) Unfortunately this organ works has been handed over to a music edition house - copyright reasons... always the same. And the youtube link is not accessible any more, I'm very sorry.

As I understand, Esu had wished to have this in as some kind of cherry on a portion of cream, so I will try to think about a possibility of a private download for interested people.

HYMN

Can you hear, oh Lord,
deep in your heart
what I've said to you,
now love will start ...

once upon a time
there was my fight
brings me up and down
and brings me right
in my soul to you
what's going on
I'm in love to you, too,
my life changes come -
but my mission I've
can't understand
hope in glory to see

the heavens end
in our eyes

So, I close this post now. This is my christmas gift to you.

Besides, recently I was asking CM if HE had a wish for Christmas, too,

and he spontaneously answered:

"I wish that even more people would embrace

the idea, that my Second Coming,

which had been announced so long ago even,

is now really about to happen,

and that more decided to make their earthly and material journey

a journey of the heart,

anchored in the presence

of the Eternal Father of All that Is."

To make a contribution for fulfilling this wish of our Creator Son

Christ Michael of Nebadon

so many of us are working,

propelled by love in service.

We will go on to do so!

May you all have a peacful winter-solstice

and may all of you be

home

for

Christ

(mas)!

Very much by heart

Eve