Our Story – A Journey into the Maze of Sacred Union PART II

Life is good 

Fast forward a few years. In 2022, our son was born. What a bundle of joy he was.

Our union felt so complete and the funny thing about that is that I never actually considered being a parent, not really.

I know I have told previous partners that same old thing that so many people say when they aren’t really feeling a strong yes: “We’ll see in a couple of years,” or “Let’s talk about this when we turn 28 or 29 or 30,” etc. putting something off that is pretty much a strong no in the moment.

I can honestly say that I never thought I would want to have children, that’s the truth.

Meeting Rebecca changed something in me, or maybe it simply brought something back that I didn’t even think I had in the first place, kind of like a memory being jogged back into reality.

My mother’s face when I told her we were expecting our first child was hilarious. It wasn’t joy or happiness (even though those feelings were there as well); it was surprise, deep, deep surprise!

Like someone being told something they absolutely weren’t expecting.

She was so surprised that I still laugh about it today.

So, to continue the story without further ado: in 2023, we bought our first house together, a fine-looking one-level villa situated on a great ridge in the south of Sweden, surrounded by forest and valleys, deers walking casually in the garden and great kites hovering over the blue summer sky. Life was good.

As I said before, we both shared an interest in the spiritual, ranging from yoga to meditation.

One year before we decided to have Noah, our son, we embarked on a journey to become breathwork facilitators. We booked a high-end training that would take place in Greece, on an island in the Aegean Sea.

Okay, I do realize this is a bit of a sidetrack, but I feel the need to share it just for the pure amazement of it. Here it goes.

We booked the entire four weeks of training, this included hotel, accommodation, food, etc., the whole shebang. We actually went to Greece two weeks earlier just to make sure we would be there on time (this was at the end of the pandemic) and also to enjoy the country, which we did. We went to Meteora and saw the great monasteries located atop steep rock mountains and explored the northern part of the country.

When the time came for us to get on our plane and travel to the island of Ikaria, we gathered all our belongings, took our bags and headed for the airport. When we arrived, we found it a bit odd that we couldn’t see our flight on the big airport screens, but we didn’t think too much of it and decided to go ask at the counter. They told us that our flight had left.... eight hours ago.

This was supposed to be an afternoon flight, but somehow they had changed it one day prior to a morning flight.

So there we were, not really knowing what to do. Anger fused in us and I suppose we weren’t on our best behavior. We actually managed to get on a flight the next day, so we went to an airport hotel and waited. The next day we boarded, everything was fine and we enjoyed our two-hour or so flight to Ikaria as the plane prepared to land.

It was a bit rocky. Big winds took hold of the plane, I have been on many flights, but I have never quite experienced something like this. When the airplane was coming down and almost ready to touch the ground, the pilot took the plane up again with quite a lot of force. He spoke on the intercom and said it was a bit windy and that he had to take precautions and would try to land from a different angle. So we circled around the island to give it another go. We could clearly see it now, so close.

Once again, the plane went down and we were so close to the ground that I could feel how the tires were about to touch down. Then, at the very last minute, the pilot took her up again. We were dumbfounded, our jaws had dropped. What the hell did we just experience?

The pilot offered his sincere apologies for not being able to land and said that we would have to fly back to Thessaloniki, as the winds weren’t cooperating at all at the moment. He also stated that we would try again over the following two days. There we sat, looking out the airplane window, seeing the island of Ikaria slowly disappearing again.

When we touched down in Thessaloniki, we were...how to put it frankly...not in the best of moods. There were a lot of heated emotions and a lot of tears, which is an understatement in itself, but that’s not the point of the story. T

he point is that we got the hint. Beccy even checked to see if other planes had been able to land, we knew that there were a bunch of people who were going to the same training departing from Athens on a  different flight, their plane landed safely just 20 min after our failed attempt. 

What to say?

The next day we decided to fly home and go on a different journey, since the universe clearly didn’t want us to go that way.

We did become breathwork facilitators that year and had an amazing experience doing the whole training, but that’s a different story.

As our lives delved deeper into the esoteric, tantra, the law of attraction, crystals, oracle cards, you name it and with the birth of our son and us finding ourselves living in our dream house, that was when we got turbo-boosted into a new revelation of our path.

The day we came into contact with the Pleiadians.

For those of you who are not too familiar with Pleiadians, it’s a star constellation or star cluster, kind of like the Big Dipper. It is home to a benevolent race of star beings, named after the very same cluster. Some call them higher-evolved beings, some call them angels and others call them aliens. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was that it was that very connection that jetted us into our already shared path, we just didn’t know how deep it ran or for how long it had been running.

We founded our company in 2023, in essence as a way of embracing our dream of bringing these tools that we had learned along the way, through our respective and joint lives, to, well, everyone, since we sincerely felt they had such a positive impact on our lives. 

We wanted to do everything. We held breathwork sessions, facilitated gatherings and ceremonies, embarked on sound-healing certifications and firewalk training, delved deeper and deeper into the tantric world.

Then one day, approximately two years ago, I stood in front of my wife and asked her a question:

“Would you want to explore with others?”

That was the initial spark to the fire that would engulf our lives and make us wake up, I mean really wake up and realize what exactly a sacred union is.