Mullimbimby, the Love Town, where Stephen and Anthony wanted to live and have bought a “tiny home”
This is a delight. A column from Stephen Cook, a journalist who, with his partner Anthony, helped shape this blog in its early days. Indeed, they named it the Golden Age of Gaia. And Anthony designed our banner. And… and… and….
And Y O U responded when a tree fell on and destroyed their rented house just prior to Tropical Cyclone Alfred. Well, you won’t believe what happened later. I won’t give it away. But they send a huge thank you arising from Myocum, Australia, arcing over Hawaii, and descending on YOU. This is a love-directed energy weapon.
“Me and my Arcturian brother, Steve”
Stephen and Anthony – A New Beginning! Thanks to Miracles Manifesting and Kind People We’ve Never Met
Just after 9pm on Thursday March 6, Anthony and my world was blown apart by a huge, 40 metre/130 feet tall red gumtree (from the neighbours’ land!), that smashed through our bedroom ceiling – just missing me by a metre – propelled by the screeching winds two nights before Cyclone Alfred was due.
In the middle of the night, we had to scramble to try and rescue personal belongings and our friends, who had given us sanctuary in their granny flat, moved us into their daughter’s bedroom.
As we found out at daylight, that red gum had literally been uprooted by the wind. It also uprooted all our lives. (Including our dear friends, who now face a six-12 month rebuild. Fortunately, their main house survived unscathed.)
Anthony and I were already reeling from a bad car accident the previous Friday (Feb 28), so we couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had only just finished taping all our windows for the third time and we were all tied-down and VERY prepared. (Ironically, our designated safe room, complete with mattress to put over us, water and pee bottle was going to be our bedroom cupboard!) [which was destroyed]
Anyway… That tree, the winds, and the deluge of rain that followed, lead to 11 days without power; six with no water, no phones, no internet, nothing… It took a whole week before the tree men got to us to remove, not only THAT tree – which, by then, had caused the destruction of two bedrooms, a bathroom and a hallway and had seen the whole granny flat we’d been staying in being so unsafe it was condemned – but also the trees that had trapped us on the property after falling on the drive.
We spent 11 days over in our friends’ main house (where we’ve been for the past five weeks), eating by candlelight, cooking on gas barbecues, showering in the swimming pool, not sleeping, waking with every sound, and wondering what we were going to do and where we were going to live. Having almost lost our lives, it was a VERY grounding experience!
When we were finally able to leave the property, the drive out was perilous, navigating a path under dangerously-angled trees and telegraph poles, past giant stumps (that someone had come and cut) and over dead powerlines that littered the road. It was like a bomb had hit.
When we finally managed to get calls out, I rang Suzi Maresca. I knew she would understand what we’d been through because she’d lost everything last March when her own house was destroyed by fire
She immediately suggested a fundraiser. Steve was on board and the Golden Age of Gaia told our story. Our very dear friend Blossom Goodchild did a call-out via her own [Australian] newsletter. Another friend, Sierra, shared our story on her [New Zealand] Stargate Newsletter blog.
That call for donations, and the support of great friends, was the first positive thing we’d felt in days – and the result has just been amazing. Overwhelming actually. And yes, we have cried! Many times.
Your donations of all sizes and such thoughtfulness literally flowed in from all over the world.
Not only did many, many kind souls donate, but their messages of support in PayPal also gave us huge emotional, spiritual and psychological support. Even people who were unable to assist financially, wrote in and gave their energy to us.
The whole experience gave us hope that we would be able to find a new home in the area we wanted – and be able to afford it.
And – after a string of miracles that literally took our breath away with the speed they arrived and became reality – things suddenly manifested very quickly.
An orb at sunset, to the side of our new home
Out of the blue, an incredible opportunity of a tiny home that is in exactly the location we’d been wanting to live in for months came into reality – in Myocum, 14 minutes from world famous Byron Bay and seven minutes from ‘the biggest little town’ in Australia, the LOVE town, Mullumbimby, in the beautiful Northern Rivers area of NSW.
[Steve: I can confirm that Stephen stated this exact location to me as being his dream location before he ventured up there. This is precisely like Archangel Michael saying to me that he and my guides put together everything I wanted from an apartment and chose this exact one for me.] (1)
Myocum, pronounced My-OH-cum, is derived from two Aboriginal words which mean, respectively, ‘sunrise’ and ‘’dawn.
We’ve had to keep telling ourselves our ‘sunrise and new dawn’ is real. We’ve waited years to find where we would feel energised by the spirit of the land and the people who live there. It literally is singing to us.
Our backyard
So, the tree that uprooted us is actually allowing us to plant new roots; new roots that we know will blossom into an exciting, new, abundant life.
Thus, we have spent the last few days madly packing, sorting, and driving back and forth, up and down the coast. We finally move in today, April 9 (one week before my birthday) and your compassionate donations will be paying our [land] lease for many weeks to come.
It certainly is a new beginning for us. We couldn’t have done it without you.
God Bless you all for helping us have and find it.
Love always,
Stephen and Anthony
Footnotes
(1) From Stephen the day after the cyclone:
“This is the area we feel we want to be in long-term. The hinterland behind the area from Ballina to Byron Bay and up to just north of Mullumbimby – all in NSW.”
