The first was to remember our dear friend Alba Ponce, who departed to another time and space, July 2004. Without a doubt, we all knew Alba, originally from Mendoza, who was with us from the first times of the Movement. Later, she was an important pillar for the development of the Doctrine and the Movement in France. Her French friends brought a portion of her ashes, to be launched on the winds, fulfilling her request.

And I tell you, there was wind in abundance. As soon as we started the ceremony, so the winds began to blow, with great strength, winds that nearly silenced the sound of the officiants' voices - as if introducing the presence of forces coming from that other time and space.

The wind did not stop with the ceremony end which was the moment we climbed the hill behind the Monolith. From the hilltop, we remembered Alba once again, before Claudie from France sent the ashes flying onto the winds.

We applauded that act of abandon with the feeling of having fulfilled the profound wish of Alba.

Those who knew her could imagined her climbing that hill, pushing us all, right to the top.

Once we come to the end of that quite short remembrance, we all descended again to the Monolith, where Karen, assisted by Wilfredo, began in turn to hold an emotional ceremony of Well Being.

This was carried out in English, translated into Spanish, and fully recorded on video, so that it could reach the relatives and friends of those who had also departed to other times and spaces, following the sea-borne tragedy in the south of India.

It seems to us important that in India they all can feel we are close to them, at this moment. That, in the sacred heights of Punta de Vacas, on a wonderfully clear, bright and sunny day, we were there with them, in remembrance and meditation.

Karen reminded us of the places of origin of those who have gone, Pondicherry, Kanchipuram, and other far away place names on that ancient continent and we tried to reach with our sensibilities those who suffered the too early departure of their loved ones.

I will tell you of my personal experience:

I called to mind my years in India, feeling deeply the presence of a family - one of many I met, one of many I worked with, in our themes. I visualised them well. She, thin, with her Sari in bright colours; He, in his simple suit in white cloth. Their small but smiling children. It could have been them, the victims, or it could have been their surviving relatives. They were there, in my Space of Representation, and I felt them with much love and much appreciation.

The Force sprang up within me, and I expanded it within, up to were I could, and I internally projected, at a fair distance, a big white door. I saw them getting in. Not just one family went in, but many many more, as I mentally helped them get to the other side of the big door.

When I finally felt that the last was in, I registered that a great force was sucking them from the other side of the white door. Then, I could no longer get near to them because they were on the other side, unreachable and happy...

My register was liberating and I was very thankful that I had that experience.

We all remained in silence, accompanied by a wind that was all the time with us, at times strong, at times gentle and soft. We were all quiet there, facing the Monolith, as if something prevented us from leaving. Little by little, we started to move, slowly returning to ordinary life, walking in direction to the little house we all knew, where we organised ourselves for the return to our points of origin.

Big hug,
Jorge Huneeus