Cesco and I had a 7PM Monday morning flight out from the Stansted airport, and so tried to get a few hours of sleep on the airport floor. We were nearly first in line for check-in, and arrived at the airport in Malmö, Sweden, without a hitch. From there we took a bus over the bridge to Copenhagen, and thence a train to Kalstrup airport, where we picked up a rental car.

          Two years previously, my wife and I had met a Dane "Sitting Taoist" in Malmö, and he had agreed to let me mail a box of TBs to Denmark via his postal address. Just before leaving England, we had learned that the box had arrived. So we drove to his home in the Copenhagen suburbs, and then went to the local PO to pick up the TBs . We had intended to drive south from there through Denmark into Germany, to the northern boundary of the sheng canopy created the previous year. However, we found that the sheng canopy had already extended north into Denmark, and even into southern Sweden.

          So we retraced our route back to Malmö, and north along the western coast route in Sweden. Since we did not have to open vortices along the way, we made good time, arriving in the city of Göteborg (or Gothenburg) about supper time. The latitude of Göteborg is about that of the most northern part of Denmark. After eating, we continued north, and not far from Gteborg, we drove out from under the sheng canopy , and began our work. Roughly halfway between Göteborg and Uddevalla, we found a latent vortex near some large exposed rocks, in some woods, bordering a hay field. It was time for bed when we got there, and so we parked the car by the side of a gravel road, carried our sleeping bags across several fields to the vortex, opened it, and lay down to sleep. That was one of the least comfortable nights of the trip. For us that is. The mosquitoes and other insects had a feast, and from that night on, we mostly slept in the car. As we walked out of a field the next morning, lumpy and unkempt, the farmer (whose woods we had slept in and who was walking out to get his mail), grinned knowingly at us.

          After several hours, we crossed into the part of Norway which is Cesco’s back yard. He grew up in Oslo and his family has a cabin on a little lake east of there, not too far from the Swedish/Norwegian border. We drove in that direction, opened a vortex not far from the lake, and stopped at the cabin. Neither one of us had had too much sleep the previous two nights, and it was good to get some rest.

          The next morning we found that the sheng canopy had caught up with us. We proceeded west to Oslo, driving out of the canopy again on the way. Driving into the capital city, I spied a latent vortex on a hill and so, putting business first, we proceeded to that hill. Turns out it was near the big urban ski jump, and we had little trouble accessing the critical points .

          In the middle of the city there is a famous park featuring the work of the sculptor Gustav Vigeland . Cesco took us there, explaining to me something about the man and his creations. One can feel that the essence of the man is reflected in his art. Towards the rear of the park stands a large monolith which, due to the line of qi flowing through the ground beneath it, reminded me somewhat of the monolith in Switzerland that Hans had shown us in the summer of 2005. There were differences, but they were alike in that sha qi was flowing though the ground in both places. Due to the large number of visitors at the Vigeland monolith, we had to go away quite some distance (indeed out of the park) to find a place suitable for turning the line positive.

          In the afternoon we visited a quite nice photo exposition by Cesco’s brother, and then resumed our journey, this time to the south along the coast, stopping for the night not far from Kristiansand. Next day we continued along the coast, through Stavanger, and visited an old Norwegian monastery near Haugesund in the afternoon. We followed some other people there inside (though we found later it was not open to the public at that time), and found it quite worth the visit.

          The next large town along the coast was Bergen, but due to the high cost of ferries and the fact that Cesco was interested in visiting a special place inland, we headed northwest instead.

          In March of 2005, while walking and admiring the feel and view of the Grand Canyon of Arizona, Cesco was moved to tell me something of the gifted Norwegian clairvoyant and healer Marcello Haugen , who had worked very hard over the years to assist the many who came to him for help.
          He had a cabin named Semeti, built near the top of Pillaguri Mountain in central Norway, on a small piece of land given to him by a man for whom he had once performed a service. Cesco somehow knew where it was located on the map, though it was only after a kindly clerk at a hotel en route looked up the location on the internet, that we learned he had guessed correctly. Pillaguri is near the town of Otta, and it was evening when we reached there. After making our way to the top via gravel and dirt roads, we found a wooden sign directing us to a path leading to the cabin. After about a half-mile walk we reached the cabin, situated on a small hill. There was a spirit inside the structure, which I suspect was Haugen’s, and it seemed to be pleased that we had come visiting. It was a handsome simple place, built early in the 20th century, and all the construction materials had been carried up the mountain by hand. We stayed there for about an hour. The spirit seemed to have a special connection with Cesco. I suspect that it was because of this that later during the trip the spirit tipped us off about a particular vortex that it seemed concerned that we open.
          It had been some distance since we had opened a vortex, and so next morning we carefully scouted around for one. There was quite a strong one on top of a higher mountain, several miles from Pilliguri. This one was not easily accessible. It took us about a 30 minute drive looking for a reasonable trail access, and then about a two and a half hour hike up over open ground and rocks. This vortex was right at the peak of the mountain, and the soil was thin there. Fortunately one of the critical points was in a small crevice, in which we could hide a TB . The view was majestic, and we spent a half hour or so resting there enjoying it, before heading back down the mountain.

          We drove north through Trondhjeim and Mo I Rana up across the arctic circle, opening latent vortices as we went. Thence east and south, reaching the Baltic Sea at Ume in Sweden. We were not sure how much further south we would have to travel before coming under the canopy so, having more time remaining than anticipated, we elected to take the ferry across to Vasa in Finland.

          Finland has many lakes, and many (and large) mosquitoes. We did not even try to sleep outside here, and often Cesco would wait in the car while I went vortex healing, we having only one mosquito net between the two of us. From Vasa we drove east and south towards Helsinki. Returning from one vortex, away out in the woods, I jumped in the car and began backing down the dirt road without paying sufficient attention. I high-centered on the edge of a ditch, and so had to hike out to find help. First man I encountered was a farmer working on his tractor. I was amazed to see him with only underwear on, taking in the wonderful sunshine, and apparently immune to the mosquitoes. He only understood a few words of English, and I knew no Finnish, but he eventually figured out what the problem was, and drove his tractor up to pull us out. He did have enough English to tell us, with a grin after the car was once more on solid ground: "Don’t do it again!"

          It rained just before nightfall, but that did not prevent about two dozen mosquitoes somehow getting in the car before we moved our stuff to the front seat, and ourselves into the back for sleeping. We had to hunt down and kill the rascals before we could doze off. Cesco was the better hunter, having killed about three times my number.

          Next day we make it to Helsinki, and thence we turned east towards Turku (or Åbo, as the Swedes call it). About forty or fifty kilometers from Turku, we drove under a sheng canopy . This meant that the canopy had likely spread over the Baltic after us into Vasa, and had rapidly spread south. We stopped seeking latent vortices at this point, and drove directly into town. Next morning we took the ferry again, to Sweden, only arriving in Stockholm in late afternoon. There was a sheng canopy overhead all the way over the Baltic and, in fact, for the rest of our trip south along the eastern Swedish coast.
          When we reached Stockholm, it was raining. It was also a Sunday and a national holiday, so we had a difficult time finding dinner. Eventually we succeeded, afterwards driving out of the city to find a place to park and spend the night. As we emerged from the suburbs, the sun came out again, and Cesco directed us to an old church by a beautiful little lake. It was called Salem Church, and Cesco sensed that somehow we were needed there.
          He was quite correct. There was quite a nice sheng being in the church, but also a much stronger sha being that was feeding off a sha line that flowed through the church up the hill from the lake. We took out six TBs and Cesco planted them, changing the line to positive. We then went back up the hill and did what we could to persuade the sha being to leave the other alone. We slept in the parking lot in the churchyard, and by next morning, the the church was bright and positive. I have no idea how Cesco knew we should go there.

          Next day we drove south, reaching the small city of Ystad, just about dinner time. From Ystad we took the ferry over to the Danish island of Bornholm, to the southeast. It was late when we arrived at the island town of Ronne, so we drove up a weed covered country lane and parked for the night. We opened a latent vortex near the middle of the island the next morning, and then drove to the old castle ruins at Hammershus on the northern part of the island. There was also a latent vortex here, and we were able to open it, ducking behind a wall where we could not be seen. There was a sha line through a tower there, which needed changing, which we could not work on without being seen. The line came from the sea, and passed near a light house about a mile away. Fortunately there was a road to the light house, and we were able to take care of the problem there, in privacy. We found a much appreciated public shower on the island, and took the ferry back to Ystad in the afternoon.

          We did not visit them that day, but later before leaving Sweden, we saw the Ales Stenar, a ring of stones on the coast west of Ystad, formed in the shape of a ship. The stones on the left side were more regular than those on the right, in that the qi in them alternated negative, positive, negative, positive, etc. There were two places in the earth, about a third of the way from each end, where there was concentrated sha qi in the ground inside the circle. And there was a sheng line that came from the field on the left, entering through one of the positive stones, crossing through the enclosed area, and coming out of that area through a gap in the line on the right, continuing on and flowing into the sea to the right.

          The night before we left Sweden, we slept in the car on a dirt road by an abandoned farm house not too far north from Malmö. Or tried to. . . shortly after we had gotten comfortable in the back of the car, we were visited by men with flashlights. I pulled on my pants, got out, and was told that we were NOT allowed to sleep there, that they had locked the gates, but they would let us out without calling the police if we left immediately. We did, and so have no Swedish police record to date.

          Next day we headed home. On the way out, we passed through Hamburg and Blankensee in Germany, and thus I know for a fact that the sheng canopy was above those cities. At that time, the end of June, I estimated that the sheng canopy extended from Nice in the south, to the arctic circle in Scandanavia in the north; and from Helsinki in the east to Wales in the west.