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Agnes Toews-Andrews

Agnes Toews-Andrews

Pagan Paths blogger, national best-selling author, meta-physician, Advanced Reiki Master, Agnes Toews-Andrews, has been researching the Goddess, the paranormal and metaphysical at home in Canada and at sacred sites around the world since 1987. It was while working with energy/Reiki that her clairsentient and clairaudient abilities began to open. A world traveler, she is the author of 6 non-fiction books and 1 book of fiction. At home in the question mark, Agnes has known since the age of 14 while watching a sunset in rural British Columbia that she was to be an 'activator' of humanity.  She is the proud mother of two and grandmother of five. She currently resides on a Selkirk mountain top in the West Kootenays, British Columbia.

Arizona,Seducing Sedona and the Magical Grand Canyon

Why is it important to remember important past lives?

During the years when I had spontaneous past life regressions, I did not encounter my last life on Earth that had apparently been a Native, First Nations one, and I was feeling close to discovering it. As I left an offering of sage and quartz crystals on the mountain top I was standing on, hawks circled above me in a blue, blue sky. Pungent smells of pine and cottonwood trees drifted and I listened to the river song. It was spring of 2012 and I was camping near Sedona, Arizona. The Goddess was alive here and magic was afoot.

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Syrian Women, Palmyra, Efca Spring where Zeus Bathed and Medusa Played

Discovering that Palmyra, Syria was a place of power where ley lines crossed, creating a vortex of energy was fascinating. Of course, I should have known because the Temple of Baal, situated here, and similar temples, were likely built by the gods Marduk and Ruda about 8000 BCE and I was thrilled to explore another ancient sacred site. Sacred geometry would have been incorporated to determine a site with immense telluric power. Creating a temple on such a site, one can utilize the telluric, geomantic, celestial, and solar power. As mentioned in the archives of Mari, the language used by these creators was Aramaic.

Ishtar, also known as Astarte and Aphrodite, was honored here, as well as other lesser-known gods and goddesses in times gone by. I was wondering what these ghosts wanted with me as I wandered around in my hotel room assuming they knew me and that I had been here before.

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Syrian Women, 1993, Palmyra, Temple of Ba'al and Fertility Goddesses

Sabeen and Miriam's Damascus, Syria home was a tiny minuscule brick block affair. Apple trees surrounded the perimeter and were covered in pink blossoms this March day. The aged neighbor had a few ancient olive trees in his front yard. They had a postage stamp size garden with plantings of peppermint, parsley, chicory, and sage. Peppermint tea was being brewed when I arrived, and delicious smells of stuffed green peppers wafted out of the minuscule kitchen. Deeply embraced, Alternate Agnes felt immediately at home.

The peppers were served with couscous made with parsley fresh from the garden. First, we ate and then we talked. I wanted to know about women’s rights in Syria and was told that Syria was under emergency law and that most constitutional laws had been suspended for women and all citizens. The system of government was non-democracy and women’s rights were meager, I deduced. Sabeen, beautiful in western dress of slacks and white shirt, told me they were Christian Arabs, and she had a university degree and was an elementary school teacher. She had attended Damascus University, and I learned that all universities and colleges were government-operated, but that other Arab nations had been applying to open private universities. I asked Sabeen if she had to pay for her education. She replied, “I paid only a very small portion as my marks were above average and I was a good student.” Mama Miriam, a large masculine looking woman, with a Roman nose nodded her head in affirmation. She spoke very little English, but was fluent in French, this country having been occupied by the French from the First World War until 1943.

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Syria: Damascus Before the Wars Began

Syria, Damascus; Before the War Began March, 2011

 

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Talking Pines in Extraordinary Powerful Jerusalem!

UNTSO headquarters where my husband worked was situated on the 'Mt. of Evil Council' in the old British Parliament house, Jerusalem, deserted in 1948 when the Brits pulled out of Palestine. That was the year this explorer was born. The grounds overlooked the Old City of Jerusalem in an amphitheater-like setting. Beautiful. Pyramidal cypress, gigantic eucalyptus, and spreading magnolia trees surrounded the turn of the century grey stucco buildings. There were acres of alluring, well-manicured English country gardens and a sunken rose garden that was adorned with an Elizabethan fountain. It was surrounded by a covered patio where dancing used to take place.

The magic was still there on those hot summer days, and when I lingered, the fragrance from the lavender beds filled my essence, feeding my soul. On one visit, suddenly, everything about me shimmered. The air was filled with bouncing electrical bursts of energy. The shimmer came from the fountain in the gardens center and then jumped to the rose bed beside it. I stood mesmerized and feeling a quickening taking place in my higher chakras. A swirl of bright golden light descended on my crown chakra and I felt an awesome divine transcendence that floored me. What was it with this powerful portal I was suddenly living in? Who and what are the energies that flit in and out of here.   

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Jerusalem's Kaleidoscope and Portal Uniqueness

Fridays at 6:00 a.m., this Reiki Master heard the beginning sounds of the weekend morning rush in Jerusalem. The brilliant kaleidoscope of sunrise dazzled the landscape as she stood on her deck, facing east to say morning prayers. Afterward, she immersed herself in the sights and sounds of the Holy Land. Goats scampered, donkeys brayed, and dogs barked in the wadi below her. Cars and trucks in the distance were already deafeningly pummeling down the highway to Tel Aviv, and clanging sounds came from the Arabic villages nearby. She was ready to face the busiest day of the Jerusalem week, for the next day was the Sabbath, Shabbat, when everything stalled until the first three stars came out in the evening.

Friday shopping could be dodgy and dangerous. People shouted and screamed, motioning with their hands in their cars and on the street. The Supersol, my local supermarket, was jammed—a mad house with orthodox, ultra orthodox, and secular Jews, pushing and shoving. A line up meant nothing there. I wondered if I should become one of them, but reminded myself I was not that kind of person. Keeping on telling myself; shwei, patience, as I often waited in twenty-foot long checkout lines while the cashiers idly chitchatted with friends for what seemed like an eternity. I always arrived home hot, hungry, and unscathed, though.

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Jerusalem Angel Sightings and the Dome of The Rock Mosque

August, 1992, I was orientating myself around “Jerusalem of fire”, UNTSO headquarters, the Old City of Jerusalem, Gilo–my neighborhood, and my spacious, well-appointed cottage. The cottage, a condominium-type dwelling, overlooked a wadi and the Old City of Jerusalem. “Jerusalem of fire” as my Reiki clients often called it, attracted many moths to its bright flame. Being the wife of a UN military officer, I soon determined that I was here to observe the sights, sounds, and smells of the Holy Land, and at the suggestion of my first client in the Old City of Jerusalem, to write a book about my experiences in Israel. That’s when I began to keep a detailed journal.

My cat, Pumpkin Peace, a black and white mix (Jewish and Arab, I always said) was with us. She was a feral, undomesticated cat that I had found beside a garbage bin in Nahariya the previous year, and had adopted. She often jumped into my lap as I sat at the computer to write my stories. She was my 'familiar', had taken on part of my soul.

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