UNTSO headquarters where my husband worked was situated on the 'Mt. of Evil Council' in the old British Parliament house, Jerusalem, deserted in 1948 when the Brits pulled out of Palestine. That was the year this explorer was born. The grounds overlooked the Old City of Jerusalem in an amphitheater-like setting. Beautiful. Pyramidal cypress, gigantic eucalyptus, and spreading magnolia trees surrounded the turn of the century grey stucco buildings. There were acres of alluring, well-manicured English country gardens and a sunken rose garden that was adorned with an Elizabethan fountain. It was surrounded by a covered patio where dancing used to take place.
The magic was still there on those hot summer days, and when I lingered, the fragrance from the lavender beds filled my essence, feeding my soul. On one visit, suddenly, everything about me shimmered. The air was filled with bouncing electrical bursts of energy. The shimmer came from the fountain in the gardens center and then jumped to the rose bed beside it. I stood mesmerized and feeling a quickening taking place in my higher chakras. A swirl of bright golden light descended on my crown chakra and I felt an awesome divine transcendence that floored me. What was it with this powerful portal I was suddenly living in? Who and what are the energies that flit in and out of here.
Erin Lale
Fellow faculty at Harvard Divinity School posted an open letter to Wolpe in response to his article. It's available on this page, below the call for p...
Erin Lale
Here's another response. The Wild Hunt has a roundup of numerous responses on its site, but it carried this one as a separate article. It is an accoun...
Erin Lale
Here's another response. This one is by a scholar of paganism. It's unfortunately a Facebook post so this link goes to Facebook. She posted the text o...