Yes! Blink! the Crystal felt wonderful.
And Mairlyn, some years later (perhaps '99 or 2000), I read something about a hiearchy of Angels called The Virtues ... immediately I thought: Attributes=Virtures! Sounds right to me! In my vision, these beautiful Beings had gifts, not just for me, but for all who would receive. The Attributes were colors of blues, greens, teals, etc. The last to give, was a creamy white, and then suddenly there was a great expectancy of another, greater, purest white light ... and the vision ended before I could see that one.
All the colors of the attributes were the colors I saw that day in Greece, in the sea. Including the creamy white where the water foamed up on the rocks. I recalled the vision, and that's when "The Voice" said: All is One and One is All.
I'm so glad to hear that you heard this too!
I'd been shown a vision the night before this boat trip ... and that day, one of the islands we went to was the one I'd been shown. The women I'd seen in the vision were climbing up a steep curving path to a Church. I thought they were Greek widows when I saw the vision! (Just goes to show what a Protestant I'd been raised as in this lifetime! LOL) Now there were wide stone steps leading up and around to this Church, instead of the curving path I had seen the night before. And as I told my sister when I saw the Church, "It is, yet it isn't"!
It wasn't until weeks later, back home, that I looked up the bit of information about this island in my Pylos book. Seems that the Church now there was built in 1827. The ORIGINAL one (that I had 'seen') was built in the Byzantine era by nuns! Hahaha! I still have to laugh! I'd seen the Greek widows, in their black dresses and head coverings every day in Pylos, but it hadn't occured to me ... NUNS!
Another thing was on our way back in, this magical day, we passed an island with ancient ruins, and I was so drawn to it ... that I got one of my Greek friends to interpret to the captain and ask if we could pull up there. He said no, that it was very dangerous, so old that you could be walking on the ruins and feel that it was solid, and suddenly it could give way and plunge you 200 feet into the sea below. I actually felt my heart, pulling me, you know? I did get a couple of photos of it as we passed.
I think, now, that the ruins must be where the Nuns I'd been shown, lived, since they definitely did not live on the island the little church is on. And I think that I was one of them, a Byzantine Nun.
Alysia, thanks for the tip for leg cramps ... I'm feeling a bit monkey-ish from all the bananas I've been eating yesterday and today to combat this.
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