A shepherdess with her Invisible Herd, Annie wandered, wherever guided, covering more than a thousand miles on foot. Was she to question the places, people and events that she was led to, while holding the lightbeam for her like-hearted to appear to cocreate The Jewel Community? What Neptune disguises led to unimagined surprises? Never in a million years, could she have foreseen her chosen destinies. Willingly and courageously she pressed forward, time and again without a penny in her pocket. Her passion for gathering with others to craft and live in loving community, powering the healing of Mother Earth, was forever in her vision. Stepping into worlds where she knew no one nor where to sleep, the Invisible Realm magically guided her, proving to herself "I am all that I ever need."

Annie's story is a Winter Solstice stocking filled with the magicalness of the Invisible Realm, delivering you to the contrasting worlds of the Jeweled Still Essence and the ludicrous absurdities in the three dimensional realm. All with the purpose to reveal many eye opening lessons about the illusion of the male authority energy, in contrast to the shining nature of the Divine Feminine that lies gifted in each one of us! Annie, forever the one to turn the heaviness of life's charades into Merre Poppenesque parades, seasons her storytelling with the mystery of detectives and plenty of little ditties which leave you sitting pretty! And then there are, of course, the intensities like 60 mph levantes which blow unceasingly from the Sahara, ripping away any loose debris. Hold onto your hats! Meditate inbetween the scenes. Bring tissues and wear loose pants for belly laughs! Below, are excerpts from The Journey of The Jewel.

Birds of a Feather Fluff Together

How could the two worlds meet, given the classical step mother cruelty? What was a way of 'beeing' that would honor everyone?

Rolling out my tortillas one morning, Manuela came in to peer over my shoulder. "Dios mio! What is that?"  I prickled inside like sensitive bird feathers and wanted her to leave, before she delivered more negativity to the very breakfast I intended to enjoy. "Uh oh!" She got a reaction from me, I thought to myself. I'm going to have to shift this now! 'Beeing' Unfluffable Mae West! came to me.

Settling my feathers, I replied "Don't they look disgusting! Just like cow paddies! What are YOU eating for breakfast, my dear? Don't mind me. I am having the time of my life, making my favorite tortillas!"

I caught my own trick. I learned how to manage the situation.

"Where have you been so late?"

"Oh, just walked over the hill to Tarifa and back!" and laughed. She laughed along with me. Or, "I met a shepherd behind the Venta and he took me home for a few hours." Or, "The phantom pulled me into the bushes."
Annie Linnea
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A Blissful Trip-Trapping Moment

I sat on the top of a long ridge of dune and gazed across the stacked dunes in the distance. A lonely camel with his shepherd were gradually making their way in my direction. I was fascinated with the graceful stepping of the camel.

This became my falling in love with them.

They have a majesty that I cannot recall in any other animal.

I was completely entertained by this divine being

stepping as if on air. I fell into silence, deep silence.

I couldn't have been any happier.

It took the nearly night shadows to draw me away,

and I began to walk over the dunes towards the Oasis gardens.

Upon crossing a steep dune,

I came across an ancient shepherd with perhaps 20 goats.

Yes, just that.

Our walking naturally brought us together to continue through the valley of dunes. "Salam" I barely whispered in the deep stillness.

"Salam" he said in hushed reverence.

Not another word.

Just pressing our feet into the soft sand and the dried mud in the valley.

The only sound was the sound of the hoofs of the goats,

lightly trip-trapping on the caked mud surface.

My heart leaped in tremendous joy,

tremendous.

This was the sound coming from lifetimes.

It was a sound that awakened me to my love,

my love of walking with the goats across the desert.

My love, the Invisible Realm.

They were speaking to me now.

Yes, it must have reawakened in me the joy of sound,

of one sound.
Annie Linnea

he responded to my mantra chanting the last half hour,

so when we reached the airport check-in he was totally silent.

There were no more reserved spaces for animals,

so the only way he could get on the plane to Houston was to be silent.

It was clear that Principe was to go with me.

As he grew into his long-legged sleek Roman body with deep, penetrating desert green eyes,

I would let him outside to romp, from my home in Houston.

He was often at the rooftop of a two story building, near to where we lived,

in the darkness,

and when I would call, he would come running like lightning,

as if appearing out of nowhere.
Annie Linnea

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Crazy Lobotomers

Oh Invisible Realm,

Whatever am I doing here, surrounded in debauchery,

Me, Merre Poppens, have you forgotten?

I was nearly a nunless monk,

in my previous life on the bunk.

Here, I'm the sore thumb protruding the humdrum glum.

Yes, it's me Merre Poppins,

who sings merry tunes,

whom children have not forgotten...

Whatever for, am I here?

It doesn't seem to fit

me in a delirious drunken pit.

How much more strength are you asking

me for,

that I should wait until The Jewel Community

appears at my door.

At this rate, I must walk 10 kilometers

for every day of crazy lobotomers,

to clear myself of their incaculable  thermometers

Dear me, I never pictured the journey being this,

in 2008, I was counting on bliss,

Quick! Surprise me with a fiery shift!