Stories of Spirit…Tally Ho, You Know…[time travel, back roads & spirit communication]

There are times when the world around you becomes fuzzy, and you stand in the here and now & the then and there.  Yesterday I had one of those moments, a moment when my self was communicating with myself.  What I am talking about is not; having a conversation in my mind, random bits that we all do, often.  But something more…

I was driving in my car, taking the back roads home; something I like to do as often as I can.  I have a particular route I like to take; up and over the hills, through the trees, with some amazing views along the way.  Yesterday as I drove; enjoying the simple pleasure of the sun shining through my open window, and the wind making a mess of my hair, I found myself thinking about my upcoming trip to the UK, and how how I really needed to make the time to blog this week.  Then clear as day I heard a voice say to me “Tally Ho, You know”.  At first I let the thought take me into a daydream of remembering my grandfather; who said this regularly.  Then the Spirit spoke again, telling me a tale of my grandfather, that sounded very similar to how I would write.

I felt very comfortable with this Spirit, but I did not recognize them immediately.  As I am not in the habit of allowing Spirits to communicate with me with out identifying themselves; I asked “Who are you?”.  The answer stunned me for a minute…“You know who I am, I am Salicrow.”.  This revaluation took me back, and then She/I continued…“You can’t be that surprised, after all we have done this our whole life”.

That was true, I have communicated with myself through time, since I was a child.  But usually it was more formal; sitting in front of a mirror, going into a deep trance state, but this…this was driving down the road, drinking iced coffee & daydreaming.  She continued, telling me that she was myself at 75, and that she was reaching out to me, as it was time. It was time to break through the illusion that I needed to be in the right time, right space to do this, and that she is here to help me steer through the next stage of my life.

I really can’t imagine a better Spirit Guide for myself, then myself.

You might ask “How do you know your not just talking to yourself, the same way people do all the time?”  My simple answer is that when talking to a different version of myself; we do not always agree, and my self from other times/places can have very different opinions then mine and know things I do not know at this moment.  In many ways, you can say that anyone with precognitive abilities (psychic knowing of future events), has the ability to travel through time and space.  Not travel in the sense of time machines and physical relocation, but travel in the mind/astral projection and spirit mobility.  I know the difference between talking about shit in my own mind, and being visited by another me.  First of all, being visited by another me feels alien.  It is more like communication with the Dead or the Spirits of Nature.  It is outside of me, it is not the me of here an now; but a Spiritual visitor.

As I said earlier, I have been doing this my whole life.  My sister and I spent many hours as young children in front of the mirror, talking to the people on the other side.  We would have long in depth conversations, as we sat on stools in front of our bedroom mirror.  My earliest memories of this began when I was about 3 1/2-4 years old and my sister was 2-3 years old.  Some of the people we talked to were Spirit Guides, but most often we were talking to ourselves through the ages…

Here is a link to my blog article Through the Looking Glass, which talks about my childhood experience of self communication...https://salicrow.wordpress.com/2016/01/19/stories-of-spirit-through-the-looking-glass-revisited-mirrors-time-travel-visiting-myself/

So you might wonder what things I would ask my 75 year old self…One of my first questions was “Do we still look good?”.  Come on, you can’t be shocked by that one.  Wouldn’t you want to know, how you held up?  The funny thing is, that’s the same question my husband asked when I told him about my experience.  I did ask more important questions, but I had to know…right? And by the way, 75 year old Salicrow, said we look great!

75 Year Old Salicrow, has been talking away to me quite regularly since our meeting in the car; yesterday afternoon.  She has explained that she is here to help my writing evolve and to guide me through some important decisions that will be coming my way over the next few years.  It’s a good thing I like myself…because boy am I pushy!

Well, I hope this one gives you something to chew on.  After all, reality is much bigger and complex then we believe.  Quantum Physics has proven that there are worlds upon worlds out there, and realities upon realities.  In this reality, I am fortunate enough to explore the Wyrd (connected to Fate) things of life.  This particular experience has me thinking how wonderful it would be if we all could connect to our future selves.  What words of wisdom would we share with ourselves, what pitfalls could our selves advice us to avoid?  We could advice ourselves on hard decisions and help steer the ship into uncharted waters.  I believe we are evolving as a human species, we are experiencing a Psychic Evolution; one in which we as a people are becoming aware of the unseen worlds and exploring things we never before saw as possible.  It all starts with believing it possible, and stepping outside the box. We are powerful beings, with a great potential for manifestation…Take some time to think about the reality you want to manifest for yourself, and make it so.  After all, we are made of the stuff of Stars!

Thank you for reading folks.  My next few blogs will be Sacred Travel blogs; as I leave for the UK on Saturday.

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Stories of Spirit…Walking Down Memory Lane [going home]

Yesterday I went on drive-about with my Mum & Sister down Memory Lane; visiting places, spaces & Spirits, from our past.  It was a Wyrd time, existing both now and then; for when we revisit places that shape us, we revisit the self we use to be.  As a Druid, I am a firm believer that every place has Spirit or Essence; a Genius Loci, that makes it what it is, and it in turn shapes us.

Genius Loci-protective Spirit of place, the essence or Spirit of Place

I grew up in Whitefield, NH; a town I always felt belonged in the story ‘the Outsiders’, or in an episode of ‘Twilight Zone’; where the people exist in a time-warp bubble, stuck on the wrong side of the tracks in the 1950’s.  In a romantic sense; it was a place where it felt good to be a little bit naughty.  A place where rules were meant to be bent, and the people had seen a thing or two.  Yet it retained a strange wholesomeness; in the fact that everybody knew everybody & as a general rule it was pretty safe.  Not to mention there were certainly enough colorful Spirits both living & dead to make it quite interesting.

Revisiting ‘home’ happens every now and then for me.  I end up working in the area, and give myself enough time to do a bit of reminiscing & back road rambling.  But yesterday was different; for I returned with my Mum & my sister Sandy, turning the old memory files of the mine up to ‘elevensies’… as we were remembering together.  We hadn’t been there together in many years, and hadn’t lived there since I was 15.

I do love the adventure of revisiting though, as I am sentimental by nature.  I love things that hold essence, spirit and being. I love old letters, and the way scent can transport me back to precise moments in time; when things use to be.  I love how visiting the land of my Grammy Brown, can make me 4 years old sitting @ her kitchen table; eating mayonaise toast, drinking coffee milk and playing Psychic games.  I love how the streets of a place I use to walk, can whisper stories of my adventures there & I love how the light shining on a pool of water can remind me of all the summers I swam in the water there.  I sometimes wish I could slip through the seams of time, and spend just another hour, another day, listening to the sound of my Grandmother rocking away, telling stories of our Dead.  Or that I could be a little girl again, learning how to swim, on my fathers back in the rivers of Bretton Woods.

As part of our adventure in the North Woods, we had a picnic planned with my Father’s family (in Spirit), in the Whitefield graveyard.  Driving there I couldn’t help but think about all the time I spent in graveyards as a kid.  I like graveyards, in fact I would go as far as to say ” I love graveyards”.  I don’t spend much time there as an adult, as I now, tend to speak to the Dead from the comfort of living rooms and kitchens.  But, I do love the way stepping into a graveyard, immediately connects you to the sacred.  And how as a Medium, it becomes like a park filled with fascinating stories and beautiful souls.

Symbolically gravestones are a marker or dedication to the those that have crossed into Spirit.  They are intended as connecting points, places to remember and communicate with those we love in Spirit.

When we arrived at the graveyard, I was greeted by the voice of a Spirit other then my Grandmothers.  It had been so long since I had been there, that I forgot that this particular graveyard was also the resting place of another who was dear to me…a friend who will ever, have a place in my heart.  So after a promise to my grandparents that I would return in time for the picnic, I made my way over to my friend Mike’s…to sit and visit for awhile.

Just like the Spirit of Place helps shape you, so do the people who walk the path with you.  It doesn’t matter how long we share the road, what matters is the adventures and conversations along the way.  Some people will simply have a stronger effect on our life then others, and some people will effect all who have the pleasure of knowing them; my friend Mike was one of those people, and he died way too young.

Sitting with my own Dead yesterday; my family & friends, visiting them in the traditional way, people visit their Dead.  I felt very connected to the stories of my clients.  I felt the the loss, and the melancholy that graveyards radiate.  I felt the connection & loneliness of now, and the celebration of then.  And I was thankful…thankful that among those feelings, I also heard the voices and felt the emotions of my Beloved Dead.  I  felt grateful for the gifts that connect me with Spirit so deeply, and the traditions I was raised in; that help me honor & celebrate the Dead.  I found myself thankful; for the solace of graveyards & the Geni Loci/Spirits of Place that reside there. Thankful for the space to connect, mourn and celebrate those that we have loved and lost.

I understand, that to some feasting in the graveyard may seem strange.  But, Spirits love to talk about their favorite foods, libations and smoke… so I say, let us celebrate together.  If you have never tried it, I highly recommend it.  Pack a picnic, a candy bar, or your favorite tunes & head up to the graveyard to spend some quality time with your Dead.  They will appreciate it, and so will you.  The more often you do it, the easier it is to feel them there.

Well I hope you enjoyed the read Folks, I know I have been a bit quiet this summer…but truth be told, I have been hanging out with the Nature Spirits all summer, frolicking in the green spaces and dancing under the moon.  Not to worry, my Awen (spirit of creativity) is awake and words are coming back to me…more to come, indeed!

spreading love-salicrow