🌿⛰✨ My Sacred Little Pilgrimage to the Pyrenees - South France ✨⛰🌿

After just coming back from our trip of Chartres & Carnac I felt the nudge of my higher self to go solo to the Pyrenees. This journey to the Pyrenees wasn’t just a physical trip—it was a sacred remembering initiated not by logic, but by the quiet pull of my soul. Each step, each breath, felt like a spiral through past, present and future.

So there I left 2nd Eastern day, 21 april from our house to Orléans with full energy of curiosity.

Orléans - the Sacred River the Loire & the City of Feminine Warrior Light Codes of Joanne d'Arc

On the 2nd day of Easter, I left for Orléans with curiosity in my heart. The Loire River divides the city and carries a mystical presence. Crossing its bridge, I felt both vastness and stillness. A natural sanctuary thrived between its sandbanks and trees.

Being a holiday, the quietness of the city allowed me to navigate by intuition. Orléans is best known for Jeanne d'Arc—a powerful feminine soul who of the 14th century and helped to free Orléans from oppression from the English. As many called here a 'peasant girl'.

She wasn’t merely a 'peasant girl'—she was a starseed soul who volunteered to incarnate during one of the densest periods of European history. From an early age, she received multidimensional transmissions—tones, visions, and energetic codes—that she learned to trust. Her incarnation was a divine act of feminine sovereignty and remembrance, sent to pierce the collective amnesia of suppression.

Later, at the cathedral, I felt a dense energy. The rose windows in particular held weight. I sat and meditated with one of the rose windows, allowing breath and presence to transmute the heaviness. The energy lightened. After being a while in this cathedral, it felt already much lighter than when I arrived.

Before leaving, I returned to the Loire for a gentle blessing. With each word I said, I got more goosebumps. It was wonderful to see signs of air elementals around me. A little blackbird that flew to a branch next to me, a duck who swims towards me to the waterfront, two seagulls that flew over me and start to make noise and a little Robin bird that lands next to me in the bushes and followed me from bush to tree when I am walking back. And when I was back upstairs and looked down, near the spot where I was standing, a white heron had landed. It felt as A soft welcome, a message: 'We see you.' ✨

Foix & Montségur - Connected to Chartres

Driving deeper south felt like returning to a forgotten home. The castle at Foix sits upon a mountain and echoed one of my past lives—possibly connected to Chartres and the Cathars.

When I bought my entrance ticket I walked straight towards the tower most left on the back, a cylindrical shaped tower with small windows. Each rooms was decorated nicely as if there where apartment's where people lived happily in the old times. Though the site is now a tourist attraction, the tower I was drawn to revealed deeper truths—iron locks, hidden density, and the silent stories of suppression. I entered with awareness and breath.

I felt emotional heavy and some spots in this tower gave me a lot of goosebumps and heatwaves, but I felt not overwhelmed by the heavy density. It felt as if didn't walk alone.

That evening, I cleansed in the shower and visited a small animal sanctuary at my stay. My bond with animals reminds me: they live in pure intuition. They teach by presence.

Before dawn, I hiked to the last stronghold of the Cathars. The air was serene. It was still dark but the sun started already to rose over ancient stones. I enjoyed every step and climb of the way.

The whole ruines of the Cathar stronghold and the panorama view was so magical, serene and filled with light. As the sunrise bathed the ancient stones, a wave of remembrance surged through me. It wasn’t just the light of the morning—it was the light of lifetimes. Tears came—not from sadness, but from recognition. My soul had walked here before. And now, in this incarnation, I had returned to offer a crystal, a song, and a breath of peace.

Rennes-le-Chatéau & Bugarach - Reactivation of the Rose Flame Codes & the Mountain of Galactic Remembrance

In the morning my journey continued to Rennes-le-Chatéau. A little town that is located on a small mountain and a sacred place, used by many before us. The Celts, the Templars, Cathars and is deeply connected to Jeshua and the Mary Magdalene Rose Lineages. In the 18th-19th century the former owner and a priest named François Bérenger Saunière found also interesting artifacts in the castle and underground / secret chambers. Those artifacts where not long after hidden by the Vatican, and on this day now many still don't know what he truly found.

The energy of Rennes-le-Chatéau was nice and very calming and I had some time to explore more before heading to my new stay near the Bugarach mountain. I drove with my car in the mountains and looked for a few nature spots to walk, sit and enjoy. As the weather today was also perfect, I sensed today was a day of calming energies.

The next morning when I woke up the weather was totally different than yesterday. My hike continued in the early hours to the Bugarach mountain. I didn't mind it was very windy outside and eventually started to rain when I was near the top. It felt as this was part of my journey today. But I had a little moment near the top, when I was standing on a smaller path with no view around me than just clouds, mist and gusts of winds of 65 km/h. The weather circumstances made it difficult, but I found the discernment to take my time before taking my next steps. When I was almost on the top of the Bugarach it was to dangerous to climb alone the last part with so much gusts of winds and wet stones. This was an intense hike but not about conquering the mountain, but honoring every step of this mountain.

The next I started my roadtrip back home with one more calming point for integration, Ruffey-lès-Echirey. After recharging I left the next day early in my morning with much energy and happiness to see Alétheion and pets.

🌸✨ Closing Reflection

As I returned, I integrated all I had felt. The miles, the mountains, the silence. It was not about distance—but depth. Sometimes, awareness comes not in words, but in presence. When thoughts slow down, and only breath remains, I remember: I am walking as the remembering one.

May all who feel called to walk alone find that they are never truly alone. And may each step forward become a mirror in which they remember the path already walked by their higher self.

With luminous blessings,

Seraphina Anara ✨🕊️