Summer Solstice in the Caribbean - Page 2

A British Isle, Anquilla required us to obtain a driver's license in order to rent a car. Instead, we opted to hire a taxi. Our driver, Captain Mussington, told us he had lived on the island for 65 years and had 13 children. He also told us that he had lost two boats when Hurricane Luis had hit the island and was now earning his living as a taxi driver. He also shared with us that he has never ventured outside of the Caribbean.

We promptly told Captain Mussington that we were interested in visiting and exploring "Fountain Cave" and he initially said he would take us there. But after a while it seemed he was more interested in driving us about to see the luxurious resorts and beautiful beaches. We pressed him on the matter of visiting the cave and he soon informed us that the cave was fenced in and did not allow visitors. This was a great disappointment to me but did not deter me from wanting to get as close to the cave as we could. He eventually drove us to meet up with a guide who could direct us to the cave.

Our guide told us that the cave was caged up because a man had been found trying to chisel out the carvings on the walls and was causing damage to the history of the area. This was a very sad affair to learn of. I found this particular cave to be extremely interesting since it was not a walk in cave. The cave's opening was at the top of a hill that would be climbed down into. There was a tree growing from the cave floor up through the top of the cave so that we could only see the branches of the tree with its trunk safely protected within the walls of the cave.

Our friendly guide told us that the older people on the island use to climb down inside the cave and bathe in the fountain waters. He then left us alone at the cave so we could have a moment to meditate at the site. I peered down into the cave the best I could while holding onto the tree branches of the old tree, allowing Reiki energies to flow into the tree for a few moments. It did not seem appropriate to remain at the site for an extended period and we left quietly and met up once again with Captain Mussington where he was waiting for us at the bottom of the pathway that had led us to the sacred place.

From there we were dropped off at Shoal Beach where the intensity of the sun rays kept us from splashing in the bluest clear waters I had ever seen. We had not brought our swim suits as we had made no plans to enter the water. We had experienced minor sunburning the day before and had decided to give our bodies a rest from the harsh rays on this day.

We sat at a beach side restaurant and enjoyed a delicious seafood pizza and cool beverage. All in all I found the day to be extremely hot and oppressive. Joe reminded me that the weather that day was probably the hottest of all the days we had spent on our vacation in the Caribbean. But for me personally, I felt like it was much more than the weather.

I felt energetically weighed down. I wondered if the grounding vortex mentioned in Terri's page was what I was experiencing. As we boarded the ferry to return to the green, mountainous island of St. Martin leaving this flat desert-like isle behind us I felt as if an anchor was lifting from my shoulders.

In the evening Grand Case Boulevard was closed to traffic for their annual music festival. We were charmed by the school children marching down the street carrying lit torches and banging their drums. There was a moderately LOUD band who called themselves "The Rolling Tones" playing at the roadside basketball courtyard. This band was being patroned mainly by the island residents, but we and other tourists were drawn to another group of musicians that was being played by the elder islanders near the center of the street. Our day ended as my husband and I walked hand-in-hand looking upwards at the full moon above us that was just beginning to wane as we made our way back to our hotel room.

Read About My Adventures in St. Martin

Note: After returning home I located Terri's biopage and discovered that although she resides in Tempe, Arizona that she was born in Fairfield, Iowa, which happens also to be my birthplace. Strange coincidence that she would be on Anguilla on the Summer Solstice in 1996 and one year later I would be standing before the same fountain cave as she had? This event is becoming more intriguing each time I think about it. I contacted Terri via email to see if she or Djwhal Khul, the ascended master she channels, has any information about the significance of this visit to share with me. I never got any response back from her, and her Web presence now has a 404 NOT FOUND message/]