The festival booths offer every kind of New Age service and product. We find Lani Foulger, another friend and my primary contact for festival preparation. It is like old home week here. During a 15-minute workshop break, I spot Patti and Ajamu on the stairway. They’re confused by the European idea of the ground floor being zero, the second floor is one, third floor is two ... and so it goes. I keep telling the Brits they’ve got it all wrong, but no one listens. Patti’s first workshop will follow ours in the same room at 4 PM. We will have dinner together. While she’s on stage, we explore the festival offerings, have frozen fresh-fruit yogurt at Cheyenne’s favorite booth and tea with festival friends. Dinner is at The Albert -- a favorite bar-restaurant on Victoria Street. All remnants of our raw diet are obliterated here. There is nothing green on the menu. We decide upon a three-course Christmas-like feast offering on-the-spot carvings of beef, pork and turkey. Over dinner we share stories about karma. Patti tells of a woman she knew who planned, for the first time, to lead a group tour to the King’s Chamber in the Great Pyramid in Egypt. To take this journey, you must get a medical exam and inoculations. Using her intuitive abilities, Patti also found the woman to be perfectly healthy. But upon the woman’s return from Egypt, Patti noticed a large spot on her lungs and psychically perceived the image of something in the pyramid that had waited for thousands of years for the woman’s return. Patti saw it emerge from the corner of a room and enter the woman’s body. The spot was cancer, which quickly ravaged the woman’s entire body. She died within a month of her return home. Ancient karma? |