Sacred Europe trip- Part 1

On May 17th I set off with my sister Athena on a trip that I've been dreaming of for a long time. The Europe trip. I had done 6 weeks in Cornwall and Devon in September/ October last year and that was my first taste of vanlife, and from then I knew that the reality was just as good, if not better than the years of dreaming I had been having about it. I then did a few weeks around the lands of Wales, falling in love with the coast and the beaches there before seeing the stunning Brecon Beacons and the Malvern hills. Two Northumberland trips and a visit overnight at Holy island needed to happen before I was ready to hit the open continent with a rough route and no expectations.

Me and my sister, Athena both knew we wanted to see Italy, to see my family we hadn't seen in a long time down south in the Puglia region; however the route to get there was simply made up as we went along, guided by the springs and the ancient sites. The picture above is the camping spot we had in Lavanto, Italy, near the la cinque terre famous coastline.

The journey actually began at Avebury henge with a night at the Silbury hill car park. I showed Athena the largest stone circle in the world and also the largest man- made mound in the country, Silbury hill before showing her West Kennet long barrow, approximately a staggering 5,600 years old!!! We got our blessings for our departure for Europe at the henge and set off on the morrow for Portsmouth harbour to get the ferry to Caen.

My van had hit both 199999 miles as well as the big 200000 as soon as we arrived at the sacred Mont Saint Michael which is built upon the famous and powerful ley line dedicated to Saint Michael. I had been to Saint Michaels mount, its twin when I did my Cornwall trip, so it was extra special to see Mont Saint Michael which had been on my bucket list for this last year as one of the first sites I wanted to see when I got to Northern France. We had just come from the forest of Broceliande of Brittany which to this day is my favourite place of the entire Europe trip, holding a sacred energy unlike anywhere I've been. It truly was ancient. Every tree there had so much life, so much wisdom, and with every step it was like the nature spirits were communicating to us. We know they were, but for the sceptics take a trip there and decide for yourself!

The energy at Mont Saint Michael couldn't be felt to its full capacity because of the amount of tourists there just for photos, not having a clue about the ley lines and the true importance and significance of the site. I don't blame them for not knowing, it is not like it is actually taught in the mainstream! If you want to discover true truth you need to look further than the text in front of you. I actually went back by myself at six in the morning the next day to truly try to tune into the energies around me without the distractions of people. In fact, me and Athena a sacred spring round the back of the structure on the beach side. I was not surprised to find this as sites like this are built where the ley lines and the springs meet! The divine masculine to the divine feminine. I had a sip from the water that was trying to escape from the intentionally blocked off spring and the water was magical! The Michael ley line actually travels from Mont Saint Michael to two temples designated to Michael in Italy and then to Greece and then onto Israel.

We made our way towards central France, stopping off and sleeping at the most incredible villages, the one above being a place called Ronsenac, a tiny, serene old village with a church and across the road from the church the sacred spring and pool which was actually called the legendary fountain! The French villages that we passed and the cute bakeries we stopped at were out of this world! What I decided to do was take the A roads and take my time driving through France to see as many of the true French villages as possible and to experience the true culture and feel of the country. With motorway driving you just don't get the same experience as you are rushing to get from place to place instead of savouring the journey. I just loved coming across unexpected springs and sites on the road trips. This is exactly what I love about vanlife. You can stay as long as you want, you can leave when you want and you can stop at a place you like the look of or move on if you hate it. True freedom. The world is your hotel room view and home is wherever you choose to park it.

South of France blew me away completely, so much so I keep thinking about returning to explore more. I will one day for sure! It had so much history, so much wisdom and so many running springs! Above is a picture of myself bathing in one of the mineral springs. We had the place to ourselves for the night, going back in the ancient world as it should be, being able to soak your being in mineral rich waters, cleansing the mind, body and soul. These pools were once all over the realm, all over England too before the takeover. We will bring them back! To the locals of Alet- Les- Banne where the picture above was taken, it is a way of life to come to the spring to take the waters that are constantly flowing, pure and clean. This is what the whole world would have once done! In my book to come and in my guide to the sacred springs on my website, I talk about why most springs have been hidden and what we need to do, but soon I will be talking a lot more, and I am working on a larger book about the subject. Alet- les- Banne and Renne -les -banne were such ancient places, with hot springs, cold springs, ancient architecture, lots of history and presence about the ancient cathars also which I am currently researching into. What a place! The south of France is also where Mary Magdalene was also have said to have travelled to when she lived out the rest of her life!