Mom and I were out on the town when a tall blonde woman with feathered hair—not quite Farrah Fawcett, but darn close—stopped me on the street and asked if I was from Malta.
“Um, no…” my 8-year old voice cracked before I bolted outta there.
Mom was up the street leafing through the Schaefer’s clothing rack looking for deals. She didn’t know anything about Malta, which freaked me out even more than being approached by a Charlie’s Angel look-alike.
While mom rummaged through underwear bins, I wondered why that woman thought I was from somewhere else. I also wondered if I’d be able to feather my hair like that someday...
By the time I calmed down enough to point her out, the woman was gone.
At age thirteen it happened again. That memory is fuzzier, sometimes making me wonder if it was a dream. This time an older kid visiting our school asked if I was from Malta.
None of this would mean much if I looked Maltese—I do not—or if I had Maltese neighbours growing up, or had an obsession with Malta. If we were studying Malta in school or if people talked about Malta the way they do Florida or other parts of Europe, this wouldn’t be worth mentioning—but that’s not what happened.
Malta came into my life out of nowhere.
Thirty years later I’m studying ancient religions and civilizations, and this little group of Mediterranean islands in between Africa and Sicily—Malta—pops up over and over again.
It was like Farrah’s twin was a postcard sent from my future self!
You can’t make this stuff up.
Steeped in religious, paranormal and cult history, Malta’s Megalithic temples are some of the oldest free-standing stone structures in the world, older than Stonehenge and the pyramids of Egypt—places I’d also been led to visit.
But Malta was even more mysterious. It’s covered in limestone, a rock filled with the bones of ancient marine life and used for ritual, healing, and amplifying energy. Malta is loaded with ancient limestone caves—many closed off to the public, still being “researched.”
Malta knows how to keep a secret.
This year, almost forty years after my brush with faux-Farrah, I finally set foot on my homeland-from-another-mother.
On our last day in Malta, Brenda, Carolyn, and I huddled together on a side-street in the ancient city of Mdina to share today’s Joycast.
The energies we share in the video are exactly what Malta teaches—and you don’t have to leave your home to experience them.
If you’re like me, your heart often sends you in mysterious directions. If it feels right in your bones—knocking on the door over and over again—trust it.
Trust it even if you don’t understand. Trust it when it feels hard. Trust it if they call you a fool.
We don’t have to understand these callings—we just need to keep our appointments with destiny.
After you watch the video, in the comments below, let us know which element called out to you—Limestone, Bone, or Glass.
Then go answer the door. There’s a mystery with your name on it.
So much love,