15/07/2026
Monday, July 13th. After a night of strong winds and barely any sleep, we get up at 5:30. The temperature is 21 degrees and it is cloudy, a perfect day to climb the Bugarach. Fortunately, Susan Laura feels in her system that, despite only one hour of sleep, it is indeed meant to be done today. We drive to the Linas Pass, park the van, and begin the trek. My resistance has vanished like snow in the sun, and I am in good spirit! Although it is nothing but uphill, naturally, we have animated conversations, see signs of the spirits everywhere, and sing ourselves up. At the stone 🪨 with the star ⭐️ I 'hear': "Je suis une pierre qui vive et tu est bien pres (or 'prêt')" 'I am a living stone and you are already close / or ready'. Susan climbs the stone, which looks like a Dragon. She is riding the dragon! Next, when we are silent for a moment, we both hear a sound behind us that resembles a wingbeat or a snort🪽🐲 Further up the mountain, I feel an Arcturian standing behind me and Susan asks what is his/her name? I tune into him/her further and the name Filoastre comes in mind. After much scrambling, huffing, and sighing, we reach one of the highest plateaus of the Bugarach after 3 hours! What a magnificent view, what an altitude!! The plateau feels soft and, strangely enough, feminine on this masculine mountain. We both feel the urge to doze off and take a nap for integration. When we wake up again, we eat our lunch. I haven't even mentioned that we haven't seen the vultures yet, when a few seconds later they fly past and above us: what an exceptional experience!! Susan feels the call to go even higher and follows the vultures. I stay seated and enjoy the view, my personal victory, the vultures, and the swallows. The way down is absolutely a physical and mental challenge for me as well. The life I was pushed off a cliff flash before my eyes and I let my tears flow. I ask Susan for help with the steepest parts. Further down, we still sing a song regularly. Once at the bottom, we quickly drove to Lake Bugarach to cool off and feel the masculine and feminine reunited within ourselves. The next day we visit the little church of Bugarach; more on that in the next post.