Lying on the grass in Company’s Gardens a few days after my arrival in Cape Town, I took the opportunity to connect with the land – to feel my way psychically into the energy below the surface. As I opened my third eye, I came across a ‘Spirit Guide’ – a young, fresh-faced black lad with a baseball cap and an unpronounceable name, something like Ngomo. He must have died young and recently. He was wise and gentle – a beautiful soul. He explained he was looking after me while I was in the Mother City. Psychically showing me the earth below, which shone with crystal and diamond energies, he gestured to the force beneath me. I felt supported, as if lifted by the hand of God.
Table Mountain is a vortex of positive energy and the earth here is powerful. It is part of the Great Light Grid that spans the planet, he explained. I am connected to the Spirit of the Land which supports me here, he told me. I felt at once more energised and contented than I had in many years.
Wending my way to The V&A Waterfront, I meandered through bars, restaurants, shops and piazzas. The ocean lay vast and pale in the late sun while Table Mountain dominated the southern skyline. As day gave way to evening, Africans in traditional dress sang in rhythmic harmonies, while others played street jazz on make-shift xylophones and djembe drums. An acrobat performed a spontaneous circus act among the crowds, where tourists mingled with locals, and tempting smells wafted from the busy restaurants.
Returning to my rather old and dilapidated hire car, I drove on around the edge of the ocean past Greenpoint, Mouille Point and Seapoint, watching a bright orange sun dipping through cherry-red skies into a pristine turquoise sea. The light was preternatural. The whole scene looked photoshopped to perfection. I travelled around the coastline to Bantry Bay, Clifton and Camps Bay. The sheer beauty of the twelve apostles, clouds caressing them like delicate fingers, took my breath away. This was to be my new home.