MThe Gaea Remembered Series began in 2017 on a writing retreat in Hawaii organised by my good friends Rachael Jayne and Datta Groover and led by Tom Bird. We were to go with no preconceived ideas on what to write.
By the second day I am feeling despondent, so far all I’ve written are random autobiographical thoughts. My hand is aching from writing with a pen and it feels like nothing is coming through me. I switch to the laptop but things are no better. Now I’m just staring at a blank screen. I decide to skip the next 15 minute writing segment and go for a walk.
I amble along watching the waves and the surfers, feeling the wind on my face. Maybe I should simply surrender and go back to researching and writing about health and wellness, and just treat this time as an extended holiday.
I sit on a rock letting the sound of the surf carry me back to last week on Big Island. There, I had watched Mother Gaea building new land, lava pouring into the ocean, sending great plumes of steam into the sky. The sight was humbling and filled me with awe. The island’s energy had felt alive beneath my feet, stirring something unnamable within my soul.
But here on Oahu, inside a large modern hotel with its polished floors and humming air-conditioning, the sense of connection to Gaea has slipped away.
I return to my desk and type Help. I’m stuck in writer’s block and can see no way out’.
I close my eyes. Around me I hear the scratch of pens, the tap of keys, the soft strain of meditation music. Something loosens and suddenly a vision appears. A young girl with dark hair and olive skin stands before me, her eyes bright with urgency. She begins to speak, not in spoken words, but shows me memories and visions. She tells me of a red-haired mermaid washed onto an island shore.
I type frantically trying to turn what I was seeing and feeling into words. The visions keep on coming. At times I’m typing with tears streaming down my face, the visions felt like my own, but from a different time entirely. Was it a past life I was seeing, was I the young girl? I believe I was, but we will never know for sure.
One of the last visions I received at the retreat was the island being rocked by earthquakes, followed by a huge tidal wave.
When I reviewed what I had written it felt like the island was in Greece and the eruption was the Santorini eruption in about 1600 BCE. Again we will never know for sure; but it’s given me a timeline for my writing.
On returning home I would periodically dream or have other visions and would add them to the story, but life got in the way and the story sat untouched for long periods.
Then at the very beginning of 2025 I walked away from the organisation I had been working for, for the last three years. It was no longer a fit with who I was. I decided to retire.
As I put my life back together more visions came through of my ancient past life and I dug out what I had written and decided it was time to turn back to my writing and get the book out there.
The Daughters of Gaea was born.
I thought it was a standalone book until I joined a Hay House Writers Bootcamp. During the week we did a meditation to connect with a writing guide. Monia the red haired mermaid who became the mother superior of the Temple of Gaea in Daughters of Gaea came through and I started getting visions of her early life. I decided to write a prequel about her travels and all she was learning along the way.
So much came through about her life in Kemet, (Ancient Egypt) that her journey has become at least two books.
Daughter of the Solstice about Monia’s early life and times in Kemet is now ready to be published and I am busy writing the second book based in Bharat (Ancient India) and China.
Daughter of the Solstice will be published on June 21st to honour the solstice. I will be running a live on Substack and also doing a zoom call. If you want to be part of either of these please message me via Facebook or Substack at Pam Lob or sign up to get a free chapter and notification of the launch online party at pamlob.com
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