Song of the Stars
Travel, Sprituality, Real Life Adventure & much, much more all rolled into one!
The light-hearted, humorous story of two middle-aged British women who, in 1998, undertook a 5 week, 7,000 mile road trip through the heartland of America with their trusty tent.
OR IS IT?
As the journey unfolds, you may be in for a surprise as their experiences lead you through and beyond the generally accepted boundaries of reality.
During the journey, the two modern day pioneers were challenged less by the physical environment than the metaphysical one; those unseen worlds of consciousness, thoughtforms and electro-magnetic energy.
Read how that road trip led to an understanding of the catalyst for the evolutionary changes we are all experiencing here on Earth, and how that links with the Shift of the Ages and the year 2012.
As Above, So Below comes to life within this book.
Join them on their adventure into the unknown; you won’t be disappointed.
Both women are scanning the departure boards for signs of their flight but, search as they may, it’s nowhere to be seen. They decide to split up and look for the North West desk, the airline with which they are booked. Jackie, the shorter of the two, goes one way and Annie in the opposite direction. Very soon they locate the North West desks and, as they both push their loaded trolleys towards the desk, they see an amazing sight: “NW45 CANCELLED” it says in large letters. In fact all the NW flight boards show CANCELLED and there is an air of abandonment around. They look at each other and shrug! Two rather underworked operators seem surprised to see them as they present their tickets. “Haven’t you been told” says one of the operators. “Been told what?” they both ask in unison. “All the North West flights have been cancelled as the pilots have been on strike for the last few weeks. Your travel agent should have informed you” the operator continues. “No, nobody’s told us a thing. What happens now?” Annie asks. “You’ve been re-routed onto a TWA flight via St. Louis leaving at 11:55. You’ll reach St. Louis at 13:00 local time, the time you would have been arriving at Minneapolis. There’ll be a 5-hour stopover and your connecting flight to Minneapolis will leave at 18:00. It’s due to arrive in Minneapolis at 19:30 local time” said the operator, “Here are your new tickets and I hope you have a good journey.” And with that she returned to chatting to her companion behind the desk.
We stood and looked at one another and just laughed then we both looked over our shoulders to see where panic was standing. Surprise, surprise, panic hadn’t come to the airport with us today. We remained calm, no emotion, no fuss, just acceptance – if this incident was anything to go by, we were going to have quite an adventure! So, with new tickets in hand and laughing fit to bust, we strode off to find the TWA desk. We were checked in immediately and our four hefty bags, minus Horace and Grumps, were seen disappearing off along the baggage conveyer destined, we hoped, for the same aircraft and destination as we were.
The two red soft-sided holdalls which comprised half the luggage must have given the baggage checker a perfect view of a folded tent, two sleeping bags and two deflated air beds as they passed through his x-ray machine. Probably not an unusual sight for him but if he had seen the owners of these items he might have raised an eyebrow or two, for two more unlikely looking outdoor camping types as us you probably could not find within the confines of the airport. We would have been the first to admit that the prospect of the next 5 weeks spent touring great chunks of the centre of America in a rental car and sleeping in a tent was quite a daunting prospect. Our combined camping experience amounted to:
Jackie – nil, if you discounted the tent putting–up practice we had had about two weeks ago in Annie’s living room as it was pouring with rain.
Annie, that’s me, – a veritable veteran with two months tenting experience in America during the summer of 1993, some 5 years ago, but that had been with a physical body somewhat smaller than I now possessed. Oh and Horace has just told me to tell you that he shared that 2 months tenting experience with me, so feels he’s a veteran as well, although he’s not quite sure what a veteran is but it sounds good!
Once check-in had been completed, there was just enough time for us to grab a well-earned breakfast, find the ladies room and move into the departure lounge. Almost immediately our seat numbers were called for boarding and we disappeared into the bowels of the aircraft which would be our shelter from the elements on high until we stepped out onto American soil at St. Louis, Missouri, some 8 or 9 hours later.
So, why were we, two middle aged English women, boarding an aircraft to take us to America? What were we planning to do when we reached these foreign shores?