Amma Magi

Amma Magi

About me and this blog

Amma Magi is my new name since autumn 2010. I am not adding a new identity but rather becoming who I truly am, God in form. The time is obviously ripe. You can follow my earlier story on my website: www.sunlightnetwork.se

While I am getting to know myself better as Amma Magi, I will share my thoughts and experiences in this blog. Life is becoming a celebration - and I want to share my joy.

A WALK WITH MY DOG

DiaryPosted by Marie Norlen-Smith Fri, June 03, 2011 00:34:28

A WALK WITH MY DOG

Wednesday 1st June 2011

A New Moon and the first day of summer. The weather is getting warmer after a long cool and rather wet spring.

At first it appeared to be just an ordinary day. I had cancelled an appointment in Kalamata the previous evening and felt I had given myself a gift by having a day to myself. I started by trimming my jasmine hedge growing along the railing of my terrace. Now I can see the Mediterranean Sea while sitting down! I am following the habits of the Greeks. In the summer they have an outdoor room, either on a terrace, a balcony or in a shaded place where they spend the evenings. Last night I “moved outside” and enjoyed my dinner. When it got dark I lit some candles. This invariably brought my thoughts and feelings to my Greek partner Panos, how we used to enjoy such evenings when he visited me from Athens.

Anyway, I cleared a good view and did some housework, enjoying the feeling of living alone in a beautiful little stone house surrounded by a lush garden. By early evening I took my dog in the car and we drove down to the village for a walk. The scene was tranquil, tourists walking along the beach front looking for the perfect bar or taverna to spend the evening. Everyone enjoying the sea, the pink sky and the setting sun. We did our walk, my dog and I and were about to return to the car when I saw a small poster stuck on a lamp post. “The Butcher has re-opened. Tonight spit-roast pork and live Greek music.” Knowing that this was Panos favourite place because it was traditional, he used to say, I just could not resist. It is a New Moon, after all, I reasoned and summer has started. I’m sure my dog would like to share my pork dinner. So we did go to “the Butcher” which had moved to a new location. The music would also have been to Panos’ liking with genuine old instruments. While sitting in the taverna I looked at all the people around me and thought of what my new Teacher Toni Elizabeth Petrinovich expressed: “Nearly every being coming into incarnation at this time has requested to come into this realm for the specific purpose of experiencing the transformation of earth …. This world has become a mighty stage for a grand transmuting of consciousness into a Self-Reflective Source Awareness as not ever experienced in form.” These actual words appear as introduction to an “Angel Fire Transmission” she is offering and I was scheduled to have one this same evening at 11 pm my time. So, here I was sitting in the midst of contented people in a relaxed atmosphere enjoying good food and music with my best friend. It felt so right.

Then came drama. My dog met a stray dog who wanted to play. I let him off the lead as the beach was empty of people. At first they were happily chasing each other along the waterfront with people watching from the nearby bars but then they raced up towards the road and before I could catch up they disappeared up a side road I call the Banana street, as obviously it is lined by banana trees. Eventually they both disappeared out of sight. I ended up in someone’s garden yelling the name of my dog. After a minute or two he appeared and I immediately tied him to the lead. I amazed myself at not being angry at my dog or feeling embarrassed about screaming and chasing like a harassed woman. I just laughed. My dog had some fun and had found a friend to play with.

Now, what happened next was that I had my Skype call with Toni at 11 pm and she arranged for my Angel Fire Transmission that evening. I went to bed and had a dream. In the dream I was walking down the narrow Banana street in my village and usually all you see is the sea and the sky. Instead all I could see was barbed wire in all shapes and forms. Nothing else. I later found out that being a sensitive person I probably saw the chaos of the world and the prison of our own making which needn’t be there. I will pay more attention to my feelings and intuition. We all have them.

Amma Magi