The Singing Warrior: Guest speaker in Pisa, Italy but strange guest in Bed & Breakfast

I had a long journey to Pisa last week because in the winter there are no direct flights to Pisa. One has to fly via Rome and a 3-hour wait turned into a 4-hour delay. I have to confess that i am not the best of travellers and bogged down with a sort of ‘flu virus’, a snottering, coughing fellow passenger is not pleasant. I felt other passengers wanted to escape my ‘splutterings. There is nothing worse than a overfull nose and a ticklish cough whilst travelling.!

Pisa is a wonderful old city and as I greeted her ancient buildings and was led to my accomodation, I felt that I was being catapulted back into the past. Three rather large brass keys were handed over to me as I ascended the grand old granite stairs and landed into a vestibule. Long corridors beckoned me and I knew that old residents were watching me, their ghostly energies imprisoned for centuries. I am not a person who is afraid of the únknown’but as the landlady promptly left me with a high-pitched CIAO and her footsteps echoed and bounced off the ancient sand-colured walls, I felt a chill running up my spine. Alone at last. Nobody else was a guest this weekend. I had the place all to myself. I could choose which room I could sleep in. PREGGO, PREGGO…I reflected the landlady’s delight in showing me one exquisite room after another. I chose for a smaller room with less echo and a little bit more natural sunlight. I settled in for the night……..The event was the next day so I wanted to get an early night.

I had just dozed off when I heard footsteps outside my room and thought that the landlady had forgotten to tell me something so I opened the door and was greeted by NOBODY. In the darkness, I could see nothing and walked out into the corridor and automatically lights went on. I promptly shouted ‘HELLO but my hello came back to me in an eery echo and then silence. I was not too perturbed. The landl

The Christmas blood-red rose

The Christmas blood-red rose

ady probably forgot something. I re-entered my room. I settled in again for the night. I suddenly heard my door rattling. A very large brass knob was on the door and it started to make a lot of noise as if someone was trying to get in. I then realized that perhaps I had a nightly visitor and I was an unwelcome guest. Being on a shamanic path and having experienced “episodes” from the other side, I remained calm and asked my visitor to respect my stay and that I meant no harm. The rattling stopped and I could get back to what I longed for – SLEEP. In the course of the night, I felt a presence near me on the bed and then out of the blue, my bottom was pinched. Yes, a bottom-pincher had decided to make himself known. I was pinched a number of times (which was quite funny) but I was losing my patience because of sleep deprivation and a runny nose. I hopped out of the bed angrily and asked the presence to stop, either go to the light or leave me alone. It all stopped and at last I could have a good night’s sleep.

The next morning, I was collected by the President of the Event and she asked me if I had a good night’s sleep. I replied: Yes, we did!!!

Fellow warriors, we are all connected and there is only a veil between us and the other side. There will always be old energies in old places. I had no problem for the rest of the weekend and look back now with fond memories of my Italian bottom-pincher. It has been a long time since I had my bottom pinched. I thought it would have happened on public transport or in a confined space on the touristic route. I was pleasantly surprised!!


About thesingingwarrior

Storyteller, author and singer, inspiring others to spear their fears and move forward towards their truth. Author of The Singing Warrior and its accompanying music and audiobook CDs. Also playwright of one-woman show based on my life.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to The Singing Warrior: Guest speaker in Pisa, Italy but strange guest in Bed & Breakfast

  1. Hi T, Jut wrote a post… Feeling shite still but getting there.Love alwaysNiamh

    Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 10:10:11 +0000 To:

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s