Meeting St Ignatius in Rome (…if you want to)
Half a day in Rome — food, Il Gesu, St Peter’s, and an extraordinary beam of energy from a 100-year-old priest.
It is nearly 20 years since I visited Rome but, unlike many other places in Italy, it is not a city I am drawn to. When I got the itinerary for the trip I thought that, save a visit to the tomb of St Ignatius of Loyola, I would happily give Rome a miss and spend more time in Budapest. Due to issues with planes and trains, this is how it actually worked out.
With a little over half a day of time for activities in Rome, I confined my efforts to food and St Ignatius – the church that was consecrated in his honour, as well as Il Gesu – the Jesuit HQ where he is buried in over-the-top baroque style. These places had very strong energy and provided a great opportunity for prayer and healing work. I’m not sure how many little operations I had but my eyes are sparkling and I’m full of energy.
We watched the light-show at Il Gesu – something which is better experienced than explained. Afterwards, I went in search of a priest to put the rosary beads on St Ignatius’ tomb. As luck would have it, no one could speak English but when I pulled out the rosary beads an attendant when and found me a 100 year old priest who prayed quite earnestly over them as an extraordinary beam of energy hit me – very beautiful. I arranged for a mass to be said here in honour of my family.
We also made a visit St Peter’s Basilica in the hour before closing to say a prayer for my brother. On my last visit, I was appalled at the granduer of the place and it had no sense of the spiritual for me. This time was totally different. I could feel a lot of energy in St Peter’s and when I went into meditation I was immediately on the astral super-highway. Assuming the Vatican is unchanged in 20 years, it must be me that is different. Check out the photos for orbs and other spirit activity.
Food has also featured in Rome, of course. This is becoming a holiday about my stomach – physical and metaphysical. While everything was edible, it was far surpassed by the fabo food of Assisi. The nasty old energy of Rome is still here to some degree – with the gypsy pickpockets and the restaurants that rip you off with the bill.
My work is done here and I’m pleased to be moving on… to a world where I can use the internet every day.
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