Most of this was for myself. As a surrogate, of course, it always affects The Whole. I am told to discern with care access to my energy but the current tricksters don’t speak English and free website translation misses encoded details. I smile. They lurk. I strengthen my Golden Aura. Divine Love Vibrates. Find your own way, My Darlings. Much Love to you on your journey. My energy is for myself. I have no record of anything that I wrote while in Lapua, more indication to let it simmer. I finally walked into a café, glance at the chalkboard to see what’s being promoted. Seeing only Finnish, I inquire about what I read: “What is churrot…” the volume of my voice dwindles as I hear myself pronounce aloud what I’m seeing, “Is that churros?! You have churros?!?” “Yes, my husband works in Spain.” Churros, fuera la carta en Finlandia. As the realization hits me, I tune into the music playing in the background, “You’re playing Spanish music.” “Yes, it’s happier than Finnish music,” she laughs. I do a little Olé with my hand, sit into it all, and groove to the beat. Kippis. Spain isn’t loosening its grip. Spain continues to remind me Who Is Home. Donovan’s film essay is relevant: Donovan.ie as is the 33,333 km distance between the Old Churches of Finland: Map. Finnish origins talk of an egg. J.R.R. Tolkien was directly influenced by the Kalevala: The Kalevala, English translation. I come home and the trilogy is streaming free for another week. I am gifted a Sky Quartz from Mt Simpsiö. In Greek, it means, “summary.” I find a bullet without its casing. Sanat Kumara’s keynote is found in the composition, by Jean Sibelius: Finlandia. I listened to it many times, trying to lift the veil of connection between Divine Love and Freedom through acts of [fighting?]. We are rising up out of the timeline that requires such ridiculousness. I clear thousands of lifetimes of trauma. “The Sound of Freedom” aligns with “pink rose lineage” as does, “Amy” in Gematria numerology: www.gematrix.org as does, “Pistis Sophia:” Pistis Sophia. Pink roses were everywhere, as were horses. It’s all related. The Light frequencies of Sacred Geometry pulsate in jubilation of being seen. It’s a party. I was told, “Today is the day!” I was told exactly when to walk outside. I saw the Northern Lights. Unable to articulate here what that moment does in my soul but to say the least, the epitome of Sublime, grandeur inspiring awe at one’s smallness. At the end of Anna, Sar’h goes to Ibiza, on page 333: A Sequel. Shall I continue, or have we reached our limit for today? Did you notice the book cover? Shall I continue? Those who desire more, may inquire more and acquire more. The Time is Now. I wasn’t allowed to go to France, but its presence is still making itself known. I wasn’t allowed to go to Barcelona, Athens, London, Leeds, all the places I tried to go instead of going home. “Me gustas tú” comes on the radio: Enjoy!. How is this even possible? The song was #1 on Spanish charts in 2001. Curious, I look up the musician, “a French-born Spanish musician, born in Paris.” Of course, he was; that makes more sense now. Does it?! Sense in the terms of ‘sensing,’ it's original source, of course it does. Essence. A cupcake is served to me on a saucer donning a pink rose, the same cup and saucer set that I’d just bought myself at the kirppis and somehow I’d made room in my carry-on to keep it. The exact same. A friend sends me a photo and a video of a rogue seal. I say, “rogue” in jest. Now, I had the first glimmer of ganas to return, a kiss from a rose Seal. I’m confused on what’s a blog and what’s fine art, as life and art become one and the same. Just hold on, we’re going home… Thanks, Drake.