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Skiing Mt. Herman, Bethlehem and Old City Jerusalem, Israel

I froze in the winter while living on the Mediterranean in Nahariya, Israel. The windows in my apartment did not close and there was no central heating or husband to snuggle up to in my large but aged apartment. His observation post was ten kilos north beyond the border of Israel. My apartment though was a stone’s throw away from a Temple to Aphrodite. Although in ruins, the formidable astounding energy was there and I often sat on my seaside deck to watch the waves roll in from the Med and imagined what it was like here in 6000 BCE.

Aphrodite, also known as Astarte and Ishtar was often depicted in sculptures and paintings standing at the feet of a lion. I found it curious that I often became a lioness when I made love with my husband in Nahariya. I would suddenly shift and become a gigantic lioness feeling that feline-power and energy intensely.I was baffled, my husband elated.

My husband, a six foot blond Leo gentleman that I always called Adonis often wore his blue peacekeeper beret tipped to one side because of an accident in his youth. He loved flying, classical music, me and hunting.

When snow arrived in the Golan Heights we decided to head for Mt. Herman. Driving up to ‘the Herman’ as it is affectionately called in Israel is particularly scenic, but frightening. The road bends and twists through Arab villages in occupied Syria, climbing precariously to a height of 1,700 meters. When one arrives at the only ski hill in Israel one begins a two hour ordeal renting gear and purchasing tickets. Mind you if I had spoken more Hebrew and had bigger elbows I could have cut this time frame in half. The slopes were mostly deserted. Thank goodness, because Israelis skied the way they drove! Like maniacs.

Skiing Mt. Herman was rather an ordeal so we only skied for half a day then drove through thick fog that had descended to nearby Kiryat Shimona, near the Lebanese border. The town was deserted, forsaken, not a soul was in sight. We were to discover Kiryat's Israeli citizens were in underground shelters as Katoucha rockets had been fired from Lebanon and falling all night! We managed to find a room in a abandoned hotel and stayed the night and thank goodness remained unscathed by flying Katoucha rockets till we left the next morning.

My landlady’s daughter visited us occasionally. She said the best thing about Jerusalem was the road to Tel Aviv! Many Israelis would head just that way every Friday night for the one day weekend, but I begged to differ. I was feeling Universal Energy/Ki and a powerful masculine fiery force here in Jerusalem, that intrigued me. I wanted to know and experience Jerusalem’s fire and power. No wonder there was aggression and hostility in this city and country though. Most Israelis held down three jobs and had only one day off per week. Many went to work again at 7:00 p.m. on Shabbat eve. Top off a highly stressful work week with strong coffee, lots of meat shishlik, cigarettes, fear of back-stabbing enemies and there was bound to be an explosion.

Solstice Eve that year, 1992, was around the full moon and I drove to the UNTSO headquarters in the old British parliament and government buildings promenade to walk through the olive orchard at night. Huge Jerusalem stone sculptures and soft warm breezes whispered 'inner peace' whilst the full moon on this clear night felt so close that if I jumped high enough I could touch it.

Christmas Eve was coming and the day before Christmas Eve I drove to Bethlehem, in the Westbank, two miles away to check things out, see what was happening there at Christ Mass. There were no roads blocks that day. Tourists were beginning to arrive in Manger Square and I descended upon Lucky Louie’s shop, our UN shopping and tour guide in the Westbank.  I was purchasing a nativity set made of local olive wood when I suddenly heard the Nuns chorus singing plainsong echoing across the plaza from the Church Of Nativity. I ran out to see the procession. What a thrill to see them at this eerie yet spiritual time of year for Christians. Time stood still as I embraced the beautiful music and felt the power of it in Bethlehem. My solar plexus where we hold our power, our feeling center, was receiving threads of data that no logical mind could fathom and I felt a tremendous upliftment and sense of personal value in that moment.

Back in the shop Lucky Louie told me his new wife was stranded in Jordan already six months. She required a pass to get back into Israel which was not forth coming from the government. He was depressed and saddened, as they had only recently been married. I tried to cheer him up this day before Christmas Eve before I returned to my car with my goodies.

I then steered my car to downtown Jerusalem to the gracious international King David Hotel where royalty and rich Americans stayed. I would meet my husband there for dinner. Yeah! The Christmas lights were finally lit on Hebron Road and I had visions of coffee and Hanukah jelly donuts dancing in my head that are popular at Hanukah.


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National best-selling author, Advanced Reiki Master, Fire Priestess, Conference Speaker, Metaphysician 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 awaken. A world traveler, she is the author of 8 non-fiction spiritual books and 1 book of paranormal 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 and in 1989 made a commitment to be a Lightworker. Also a co-creative Devic gardner, macrobiotic consultant, she is the proud mother of two amazing kids and grandmother of five even more amazing grand kids. She currently resides in the Selkirk Mountains in the West Kootenays, British Columbia, Canada.  


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