After yesterday’s success, I felt like traveling alone with a backpack in a remote part of France was a very doable thing; much more than the day before at least, when I was fearing being stranded and subject to the “tout les choses sont fermes” quality of the place.

The day began with synchronicities. I had a ride to start my hike from a friend of my host and her boss had happened to have given her some zucchini from the garden. She gave them to me as a parting gift, as well as a chocolate croissant. The croissant was a joke from the Camino and is one of my favorite pastries, so it signaled to me that the universe was sending me off right. The zucchini seemed like a direct response to my fear about the grocery store. I had been worried about finding food out here, and then someone handed me a good meal without prompting.

I walked through the Gorge de Galamus along the narrow road in the wall of the canyon. Normally I would drive this road and wish I could see the scenery well without having to manage the wheel. All I had to do today was walk and look as much as I wanted. I travelled through, seeing people in the canyon splashing down the small waterfalls in wetsuits, and found a small pool to swim in. I felt a slight tug of my old self wanting to push onward. Toward what, though? I have nothing to do besides be here.

As I jumped into the water, the pull was still there. I swam, but eventually allowed the pull to get me moving again, justified by the coming heat of the day.

Eventually I realized I had miscalculated and the walk was going to be four miles longer than I had anticipated. Not a problem at all, however the sun was hot and I calculated water for 8 miles, not 12.

Butterflies flew all around me. Usually I find feathers everywhere when I am on the right path. A friend I met last week has the same guidance, except in butterfly form. We caught up briefly mid-day and she had seen many feathers, and I, many butterflies. Seems like we have switched signs!

Around mile 8, I saw two opportunities to do something I wasn’t comfortable with: to stop at a house and ask for water, if I needed it, and to stick out a thumb and hitch-hike. I didn’t feel major resistance to either, but the shadow of it was there. I wondered at what point necessity would push me to do either one, but I wanted to dissolve the resistance well before the need arrived.

Then I remembered I could access my Akashic Records. I’m usually afraid to do this because the difference between guidance and my ego when I ask direct questions feels really subtle. Akashic Records are a record of your soul that you, or someone experienced in doing so who has your permission, can access to obtain helpful information to assist in your life path/soul’s journey(can be big or small questions).

I decided that it would be worth it to ask, because I had a big question and wanted to know if what I was hearing was correct. I said the opening prayer in my head, asked that the records be opened on my behalf for my highest good, then asked the small questions.

Will I have to walk the whole way?

No.

Will I get a ride?

Yes.

At what distance?

3 miles

Will I have to do anything?

No.

Ok, this seemed possible, so I asked my bigger question.

Cars passed me and I wondered which one would pull over to pick me up. None did. I arrived at the Bugarach mountain trail head and a French man came to talk to me. He offered me coffee. He immediately dove into a conversation (in French, of course) about how in France, they used to lead with the heart. He thought that health comes from within. If your head and heart are aligned, your health will be good. I agreed, as this is just as I have learned it. He talked about swimming in a lake and everyone in the lake becoming connected via the electrons and energy because water was a conductor. He asked what my plans were and I told him I was walking to Bugarach. A few minutes later, a group walked to the parking lot to their car. The man asked if I wanted a ride. He ran over and asked them if they would take me to my campsite.

It turns out that trail head was about 3 miles from the campground. I didn’t have to ask for the ride myself. Calibrated.