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Touring Windermere after the Conference of the Christ

Walking around in a fog in a parking lot is well, foolish.  Walking around in a fog at Windermere is cool and mystical.  And in California it is cool to be mystical.  It was definitely cool to be able to show people (I’m talking good people) some of the places at Windermere that can sneak up on you and place a crystal in your heart.  And from that point on you’re just a loving peaceful kind of person that everyone wants to be around.

The Windermere tours took place on Monday and Tuesday right after Conference so I’ll try and give a synopsis of both days if you want to read about it 🙂

On Monday a group of Beings were driven to the ranch from Prana by Santa Claus.  I’m not kidding.  Looked a lot like Jack Espey and the reindeer looked like a Ford van but hey a wish is a wish right?   Everyone jumped out happy that they were at Windermere and not the North Pole because they’d been told it would be hot.

We circled up in the barn and called in the Light and talked about appropriate stuff like peace and then we were off to the ranch pickup and on to Quelin rocks/crystal where we climbed aboard the rocky outcrop and called in some more Light for ourselves, the ranch, and the nearest casino (always good to hedge your bets).

After meditating for a few minutes beneath a gentle fog interrupted by occasional sunshine, we became like most people after meditating:  hungry.  So we climbed back in the truck and headed for the barn for a basic cessation of againstness toward carnivores and tore into (okay, we called in the Light) a ridiculous meatacopia of tri tip, BBQ chicken (not from the ranch, jeez) and some salmon so fresh a grizzly would be proud to serve it to his in laws.  There was lots of amazing stuff like dessert and beans and other sumptuous tidbits that spiked caloric intakes in a joyful way.  All this compliments of one Clarke Franke.  Clarke cooks like Madonna…whatever.

We then staggered out of the barn and back into the truck.  Tires sagging a bit, we drove past the ranch tree swing (after that lunch?)  headed up to the round corral to get a quadruple shot of love from Future(assertiveness) and Dawn (kindness) and Uri (I am) and Autumn (encouragement).  When Autumn is around Uri, the ranch stallion, she takes encouragement to whole new level!

On we went to the ponds, those gorgeous pools of water that perfectly reflect the blue sky and the amazing Souls strolling the grass covered banks and admiring the pink water lilies that seem to say, “we have radiant health!”  We called in the Light at the Peace Pole, holding hands and gazing down at the painted and blessed stones with qualities on them that surround the base.  I saw some good ‘skippers’ in there but I resisted and let them lay.  We made our way back to the tree swing where we swung, squealed, and kept our lunch down.  It was glorious.

At last we put the truck in 4 wheel drive and ever so slowly started down old stagecoach road.  The old truck sounded like me in the morning as we creaked and moaned our way past the 1886 carving in the rocks.  You had to be serious about your graffiti in those days.  And just like that (sort of) we found ourselves on the lower property overlooking the Pacific and standing at the edge of the sheep herd.  They were a confidant albeit cute bunch of button eyes and wool since they’re under the guardianship of Tiffany.  Not what I would name a guard dog, but any coyotes that wander on the land have to answer to Tiffany.  I’m thinking our mountain may sport the first vegan coyotes in North America.  Vallentino came by too.  He is a kissing llama which can be uncomfortable when you’ve just met, but he loves alfalfa pellets a bit more than lips, and we had some so after a few smackers, an alfalfa pellet or 20, we hopped back aboard the Melchizedek Express and like prodigal sons and daughters returning from spring break we headed home tired, hungry and plum full of memories so sweet we could be mistaken for frosted sugar flakes (at least me).

On Tuesday another group of fun seeking peacesters arrived at the ranch in the MSIA van driven by Rene Porcile.  Everyone was in one piece and a good mood so you can’t ask any more than that from a driver right? Thank you Rene!  On both days we had some smaller groups show up demanding that we accept their peace and join the tour.  We obliged.  Wouldn’t you?

On Monday afternoon four people from Colombia  (a little South of the ranch ) joined us for the lower property trip and then once we hugged and kissed Jack’s bunch and sent them back to Prana at 5 p.m. we did the whole tour again.  It’s a good thing they were a lot of fun cause I was tired and my jokes were getting worse!

The Tuesday people were all full of love and peace too!  We called in Light all over the place and got to eat more of Clarke’s amazing fare!  We did Quelin and the swing and the ponds and the sheep and yes, some of us that got kicked off matchdotcom kissed Vallentino. (I’m good looking, have a lot of money,  and I kiss llamas).

So I  think everyone had a great time.  I sure did.  Driving the truck around the ranch with joyful voices and lots of laughing filling the halls of Windermere as we went? Wow.  The land seemed to soak up the blessings and on Tuesday night after everyone had gone I got to sit down and take a deep breath.  A breath full of love and gratitude and yeah peace. Thank you Windermere and thank you all who helped facilitate a few more beautiful Souls gracing the land.  I think that crystal is resonating with our love.

I was reminded of the image I had when I drove through the gate that morning.  I took my peace and gift wrapped it and gave it to Windermere.  When it was opened I got my gift too.  As I drove out the gate that night I heard  the ranch whispering, “Thank you for inviting all the beautiful Souls onto the land.”  And I thank you too!
God bless us all.


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7 thoughts on “Touring Windermere after the Conference of the Christ”

  1. Dear David , The definition of “Vegetarian” is an old Chumash word meaning ‘”Poor Hunter”! LL&G

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