|Posted on September 13, 2014 at 7:05 PM|
Wow, it's been so long since I last wrote, but it's simply being so busy and I've been having such a wonderful time working with Spirit and Reiki time has just flown by.
2014 has been a wonderful year so far, but the highlight of the year for me had to be finally returning to Rome and visiting my wonderful guide, The Blessed Anne-Marie Taighi's Shrine.
I very nearly didn't get there, as I was feeling very tired and hot on the penultimate day of a 4 day visit and I had to go alone, in the heat of the afternoon, whilst I left my teenage daughter resting in the hotel. I was unsure if I should even attempt to go at that time, but worried if I didn't I might never get the chance again. I had a nervous feeling as I debated with myself how and when I should go and I very much felt as if Anne-Marie was trying to tell me that I wouldn't get to see her if I didn't hurry and I couldn't work out why.
As it turned out, she was right! I was told to get a certain bus by the hotel staff for the 2 km journey, but when I checked with another passenger at the stop, she said it didn't go there and I should cross the huge, busy road (we were right near the Colesseum) and take a tram. I did so and was relieved when two tram drivers coming off duty wear getting on the same tram and said they would show me which tram to take next. After a couple of very hot and sweaty tram rides, I arrived outside the San Cristogono Church in the Trastevere District.
I was so relieved that the tram stopped almost immediately outside the church and I hurried in. Unfortunately I was greeted with a full congregation, about to start a Saturday evening service! I knew I had only a few minutes to find Anne-Marie's Shrine and take some photos, before the doors would be closed and I would be stuck inside for the service.
I quickly found Anne-Marie's body lying in a huge glass casket, in a beautifully ornate shrine, complete with a domed ceiling, gilded and adorned with exquisite paintings. I tried to take some pictures, whilst also chatting to a few visitors who were sitting in the pews or also taking photos. One eldery Italian lady stood beside me at the Casket and commented on how lovely Anne-Marie had been and she pointed to her hair and said it was amazing she still had hair and eyelashes. I agreed, but secretly suspected these weren't her real ones any more!
Gazing on Anne-Marie's waxen features was a strange experience: knowing she is now someone I chat to in Spirit form, yet here was her body preserved for nearly 150 years and in between those years she spent 63 of them in the corporeal form of my mother!
I think the whole amazing story of Anne-Marie and my mum proves just how strange, yet miraculous life can be when you open to Spirit.