Stories of Spirit…Cosmic Overload & Spiritual Awakening [walking the line between crazy & enlightenment]

How many of you are feeling overwhelmed right now?  Is your mind spinning, are you extra sensitive & short tempered?  Do you somehow feel like something more is happening?

If you said yes keep reading…

Let’s talk about ascension…the act of rising to an important position or a higher level.

Now I personally struggle with a lot of the over the top shit about ascension.  But that’s not because I don’t believe it’s happening, but more so because people want to blame every ache, pain, and experience on transcendence.  In fact it is powerful, overwhelming, and often mind bending, but it is not responsible for  how fast your fingernails grow, and whether or not you feel bloated after eating a large pizza…that is probably the cheese or the wheat.

I like to refer to this change in consciousness as Psychic Evolution, because evolution is a natural thing.  It is something we have been doing since the beginning of time.  Just like we age, we evolve…and like wise dis-evolve.

If I were going to choose a theory as to how this is so, I would say it is because time flows back and forth, like the swing of  a pendulum, or the crossing pattern of an infinity symbol.  This pendulum swing has extremes…times when spiritual gifts thrive, and times when they are banished and beaten down/killed out.

We are fortunate to be living in a time when expanded consciousness is being re-birthed.  Like all births it is exciting, scary, painful, and life altering.  It is a moment of betwixt & between, a moment of straddling the line between what we have been…to what we are becoming.  I love, love, love these moments.  They are the times when things are so alive that the very air tingles with excitement.

We are beyond the time of getting to choose whether we wanted to become more intuitive or not.  We have crossed that line, and now many people are starting to feel more, know things without explanation…like that the mother was going to call seconds before the phone rings.  In the time I have been doing Psychic Readings for the public (nearly 30 years), I have noticed the number of people experiencing Psychic phenomenon grow exponentially.  In the early years of my career, I would see 1-2 people with Psychic ability for every 10 I Read for.  Now the number is more like 6-7 people out of 10.  The majority of this growth in Psychic perception seems to have taken place in this last decade, and it is still growing and evolving.

Most people are experiencing Psychic influence in the form of empathy…the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.  This can be overwhelming, and in most cases, people struggle to recognize what is their emotion, and what belongs to another.

It’s all about how you ride the ride.

When we cannot separate our emotions from that of the masses, we often feel overwhelmed, stressed out & crazy.  But it doesn’t need to be this way.  How we ride the wave matters.  If we are rigid, tight and controlled, believing we need to brace ourselves in order to hold it all together…well chances are we are going to be thrown hard.  Instead we need to imagine ourselves sailors…pirates in fact, for they have much better outfits.  We need to ride the sea of emotions with confidence, knowing we can handle what comes our way, as well as how to rely on others, and work as a team.  Most of all we need to become fluid.  Our body movement and stance needs to be a bit soft in the knee, and open at the chest.  If we catch ourselves tight and stiff, it’s important to take a deep breath and imagine ourselves dashing pirates, with a casual gate on the sea and a confidence in our swagger.

I am not trying to be facetious, I am serious.  We need to approach this change holding the belief that we are prepared for it, after all we chose to be alive in these times.  Quantum theory has proven thought matters, so if we believe we are prepared we will find ourselves able to handle what comes our way.  If we believe we are sinking neck deep in shit, guess what?  We are sinking neck deep in shit.

We are here to be present in changing times.  How we approach it makes a huge difference.  It will still have hardships either way you approach it, but if you approach it as something you have chosen you will not feel as victimized by the experience, and most likely you will choose to educate yourself on the how to’s of staying sane while opening up energetically.

First of all, no two experiences are the same.  How one person goes through spiritual opening, and how another goes through energetic awakening is based on their belief system.  They are the same in the fact that they both are ways of describing a change in ones awareness.  But how it is played out is much more individual.  For those who believe the experience will be torturous, it will.  For those who see it as a trial or pilgrimage of self, it will be both challenging and rewarding…the pain the beginnings of great tales.  The flavoring is ours for the seasoning.

I choose to experience such times as a pilgrimage…sacred travel in which the destinations are not so much holy wells and stone circles, but deep memories and milestones of consciousness.  In my reality, such things are a great privilege, for knowing ones self is the way to true power, and an expanded consciousness is going to show us how important we all are.  For being aware of someone else’s story makes us more compassionate and kind.

So why is this happening now?  Why is is so over the top, crazy pants right now?

Short story…evolution is speeding up, gaining momentum.  Little bit longer story…At this current moment in time, we are feeling an energetic shift as we are between two eclipses.  The lunar eclipse on the 8th, and the solar eclipse on the 21st, as well as the Lion’s Gate; which is an astronomical line up with the center of the galaxy.  All that sounds pretty impressive, and it is.   But I am not an astrologer, so if you are looking for detailed information google search and dive in.  There is a lot to read about it.  What I will share,  is that standing in the middle of two eclipse is betwixt & between…between that which we were, and that which we become.  Add to that being connected to the center of the galaxy and it’s like having an umbilical cord between us and source.

back to choosing a path…

Remember you are co-creating reality.  Remember your tools…crystals, holy symbols, jewelry, favorite blankets, etc.  Remember you team…friends, family, power animals, and spirit guides.  Remember you need rest…sleep more, meditate often, spend a lot of time with water; in baths, near lakes, doing your dishes by hand.  Water is a powerful balancer.

Spend time in nature, the vibration of trees will settle the heart chakra, ground us, and generally make us much happier.  I particularly like Poplars/Aspens for this, as the wind makes them sing…that is a sound I could listen to forever.  Head out into your yard, the woods, or a local park and just sit with a tree for a moment.  You will be rewarded with a much calmer mind.

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ps…Due to the high level of people in need, I will be offering a mini-workshop Empath’s 101.  For details check my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/salicrowpsychicmedium/?pnref=lhcfro

 

Stories of Spirit…Manifestation & Magic [opening to Spirit part 2]

Magic is simply science that has not yet been explained, it is a series that begins with thought and ends with result.  With that in mind, the magic I speak of now, is that of manifestation.  When we find in ourselves the ability to release control & connect deeply with the world around us, we begin to experience the possibilities available to us as co-creators of our lives.  We start to understand how our thoughts, particularly those repetitive, sticky-thoughts; the ones we repeat like mantras of doom, effect our experiences, and we begin to ponder how different life would be if instead of focusing on dreadful things, we focused on that which we desired.

Our brains are like a super-computers, and like computers they can get viruses that effect their programming.  These virus’s are not caught by cough, or sneeze or bodily contact, but by trauma, and repetition.  Trauma is  like blunt force, to the workings of the mind.  It gets in quick and stays for a long, long time, specially if it goes untreated.  Repetition refers to the things we hear and see, over and over again, most often by people we know well…parents, teachers, peers, siblings, friends, etc.  The words and actions of those we surround ourselves with can and often do, have an effect on us.

In my last blog https://salicrow.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/stories-of-spirit-opening-to-spirit-expanding-consciousness//, I spoke about the power of opening oneself to Spirit, and stepping into our role as co-creators.  The first step on this path, is to face that which holds us back; the stories and beliefs we tell about ourselves that are untrue and unkind, created by the words of others and painful experiences.  When approaching such things, it is helpful to remind oneself that we are Spiritual Warriors, doing battle against that which no longer serves us.  The Spiritual Warrior does not use swords, or spears to fight the battles before them…but instead uses love, and the inner strength found by connecting to Spirit.

To become a magic-user of the Co-creation kind, we must first start by looking at our wounding; something we all have.  This is not because the world is cruel, but because we learn and grow through our hardships.  In the same way that a sword is tempered through extreme heat and cold, we are forged through our life experiences.  This does not mean, that we should approve of cruelty, it simply means we can look at our wounding differently.  Instead of seeing it as something meant to break us, we can choose to engage our hardships as teachers.  In this manner we become Spiritual Warriors, keen on our souls path to healing.  We do not shy away from that which haunts us, we turn and look it in the face and see it for the phantom that it is.  For like a ghost, we are often haunted by our past.  In looking at our wounding, we begin to see what parts of our story no longer serve us.

Before we go any further, I want to make it clear that it is exceedingly difficult and unlikely to wish yourself into anything.  You cannot and will not simply step into the slip-stream of  spirit and make all of your life problems go away.  Like all endeavors in life, magic takes effort.  When my kids were little, I use to tell them that god/goddess does not help those who refuse to help themselves.  We can not simply lie around wishing our lives better.  In short, we must work on it…after all creation is pretty big business, as anyone who has children knows.   Sure the initial spark, the idea, the seed can happen without much thought.  But to bring something into existence, we must nurture it.

Magic is a combination of the will and the way.  We must have the will or the belief, that what we seek to manifest is possible.  If we begin our journey with nothing but doubt, we will unlikely get very far.  I look at it this way…  There are millions of possibilities that reality can have for a person, by putting my will into a particular thought my odds of that manifesting become higher.  It starts by believing that I we are part of the universe, and connected to creation itself, then we must invest in the reality that I wish to see as ours…this is where the will comes in.  The will is not something to be beaten into submission, it is something to be surrendered to.  It is in fact ‘opening to Spirit’, allowing the groovetastic energy of the universe to flow through us, giving us more energy to put into our dreams.  The way is the directing of the energy, the path in which you believe it is best supported.  This is where all those tools and techniques come in.

When we have found within us the ability to ‘open to Spirit’, we then can utilize the energy through the use of methods and tools.  For some this is best achieved through following the teachings of others.  Which is why yoga classes, meditation, and shamanic studies are so popular.  But for some, the way is something unique to them.  It may be a combination of teachings they have hodge-podged together, or something completely created from their imagination.

I once met a man who taught himself how to divine the future, buy using a series of random items.  In his pocket he carried a washer, a rock, a coin, and a paper clip (or something of the such).  Depending on what item he drew, he could gather information on questions that were dear to him.  He had grown up in a religious community, and had never been introduced to the idea of divination.  Yet he found his way there.  He was able to do this, because he believed he could.  He knew how to open himself to Spirit.

Which ever way you get there, whether it is through the teachings of others, and 100 tools, or through something unique to yourself with nothing to speak of in the way of tools, as long as you get there, it’s ok.

Do not spend your time fearing that you will stumble into darkness, that your efforts will lead you in the direction of danger.  If you approach Spirit with the belief that you are connecting with beauty, love and healing.  That is what you connect with.  If you approach opening to Spirit as something dark, and filled with demons waiting to overtake you…well my suggestion is don’t bother, for you will most certainly not have a good time of it.

This is not the belief of dreamers and mystics alone.  Quantum Physics has proven that thought matters.  That we directly influence the world around us with our beliefs.  Let us create the reality we want.  Let us believe in the possibility of awakening consciousness, for if we are truly awake and connected, we will empathically understand the need to care for the world we live in, and the people around us.  We will choose to be beacons of light, sharing love with ourselves and others.  We will seek to make the world better for us being in it.

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Stories of Spirit…Opening to Spirit [expanding consciousness]

I was teaching a class on the energetic working of Runes, last Sunday, when I found myself saying “and then I open myself to Spirit”.  It is a statement I have made hundreds, if not thousands of times.  This time, I realized as I looked at the students sitting in front of me, that what I said was akin to explaining what sex feels like, to someone who has never had it.  To any who have had it, it is easily recognizable.  But to those who have never experienced it, it is a glittering Christmas present; topped with paper and ribbons, sitting beneath the tree.  It is magical, mysterious, and unknown.

Opening oneself to Spirit, simply put means getting out of the way, so that the will of the divine universe can move through you.  It is about connecting to the strands of fate, that weave the pattern of ones life.  It speaks of being receptive to that which is unseen, and unknown.  It demands trust, faith, and surrender.

We are living in an age where spiritualism has become a commodity, something that anyone should be able to achieve if they buy the right crystals, eat the right food, and mediate regularly.  So this should be simple right? 

In reality expanding consciousness, and becoming more spiritual is a personal path.  No two people will get there in exactly the same way.  No amount of crystals, oils or potions can do it for you.  These things are tools, meant to be of assistance; to enhance the experience, but they cannot and will not bring the experience to you alone.  Teachers, techniques, and traditions are also valuable, but only if one is willing and able to release the desire to control every minute faction of their life.  There must be a willingness to be fluid, and a belief that we are part of something greater.  A closed vessel cannot be filled.

Faith is a tricksome thing.  In truth, I do not believe it is something that can be taught.  To have faith one has to choose to believe.  Religion can be indoctrinated, but the feeling of connection to the divine, the world around you, and a true sense of ones part in it,  is not something that can be done without first deciding you believe it is possible. We  must first surrender our walls, releasing the barriers that keep us locked into a reality consisting solely of what is solid, tangible, and documented.  Faith is something we can choose, just as we are able to choose what our favorite color is, and whether we like the taste of onions.  It is not something that is assigned, we are not allotted as those who are and are not spiritual.  We are all spiritual beings, but not all of us accept this as reality.

Releasing oneself to Spirit requires us to have faith, to believe that we are worthy and capable of feeling connected to the divine universe.

I am not sure at what point in human history, we began questioning our right to be part of the whole.  I have never felt unconnected, it is something I have always known to be true.  I admit, I fancy myself an old soul, and know I have done much of this before.  But I am not talking about individuals questioning their worthiness to be whole, but whole cultures.

We are taught from an early age, that we are unworthy.  Says the television, magazines, advertisements, movies, and billboards.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”  Marianne Williamson

Well that’s something to think on… Perhaps here is where the truth lies, we are afraid of our power, of how fantastic we truly are.  We are afraid to reach for our dreams and find ourselves gloriously, deliciously alive.  We are afraid that in truth we are co-creators of our world.  If that is so, if we are co-creators of our world, then by connecting to a higher power we are in fact surrendering to ourselves. We are giving over to the fate, that which was ours to begin with, this is what it means to be Wyrd (connected to Fate).

By opening to Spirit, we allow the strand of divine will that resides inside of us, to connect to the universal pattern, and it feels fantastic!  It has been described as Zen, for the body, mind and soul feel truly connected.  In such moments the chatter of the mind falls away.  The racing of the bodily functions seize to draw our attention, and we are at peace.  It feels in many ways like the state of consciousness we experience right before falling asleep, or after an orgasm.  In this state of mind & body wholeness, we are able to receive guidance, healing and often an expansion of consciousness.  Our mind is open to receiving information, allowing us to gain greater insight to ourselves, and the world we are part of.  This is where magic takes place.

 

This is part 1 of a blog series I am writing, I will be continuing this journey of the mind over the next few weeks.  I encourage you to share your opinions, questions and ponderings.

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Sacred Travel…Reflections of Self [California dreaming, part 2…Mount Shasta]

The road is a place of contemplation for me, in which I experience myself from outside the box of everyday reality.  Traveling brings me closer to the essence of ‘I am’, stripped raw of the trappings of comfort and routine.  In many ways travel is essential to my being, as I count on it for deeper understanding of self.  My ancestors were Travelers, Gypsies of the Irish kind…Tinkers, and Pikeys, they spent their lives traveling from one place to another in fancy wagon houses, selling their wares.

I often think about my great-great grandfather; who traveled from Ireland to the United States, leaving his wagon behind for a little house in the hills of Vermont.  I think of him, when I am traveling about the back roads, and highways, of my home and abroad.  I feel a kinship to him, and his kin, a feeling of likeness.  Although, I have lived in the same house for almost 20 years (my husbands doing), I need to go, be and explore, in order to feel whole.  Some of these travels are close by, and some are not.  But no matter the distance, I rely on the travel to show me who I am, and where I am going.

My trip to California was like most of my travels, a spiritual thing.  This journey was different then others in the fact that myself and my fellow travelers agreed that we would be open & guided by Spirit.  We did not allow for wrong turns to enter our mind space.  This did not mean we were never off the planned course, it simply meant a decision was made, that whatever direction we were taken was the right one.  There is something absolutely freeing about such travel, for one it means you avoid the whole pissed off, I’m late mentality.

We decided in the air, flying into L.A., that we would be heading North to Mount Shasta (10.5 hours north), something I do not regret in the least.  As we had arrived in Shasta when I last blogged, it is where I shall pick up.

Mount Shasta

Mount Shasta (Úytaahkoo or “White Mountain) is a well known Sacred destination.  At an elevation of 14,179 feet, it is an ear-popping drive through a mountain path of deep green.  I was in awe!  The terrain of the mountain path reminded me of the Lord of the Rings, it was magnificent and daunting at the same time, moving me both emotionally, and spiritually.  Driving up the winding mountain road, I knew that I was connecting with something powerful and not completely explainable.  Known for it’s powerful vortexes (spiraling Earth energy centers), and the lava flowing deep in it’s core, it is a force to be acknowledged.

The seclusion, lack of people, and energetic feel of lava running below the surface, were reminiscent of Iceland.  There was something primal about the place, as if the elements were somehow more alive, their presence making up for the lack of human energy.  I love such places!  I love how they expand my consciousness, demanding that I use all of my senses to properly see my surroundings.

We stayed in Shasta for 2 nights, not a whole lot of time, but long enough to know that I will go back someday in the near future.  Our home for the stay was a 1970’s style chalet-style Motel, called the Alpine Lodge.  It was a cute mini-apartment with 3 queen beds and a kitchenette.  the yellow and orange interior was highlighted by a wall mural of trees, which made myself and my traveling companions instantly fall in love.  We love the odd & unusual, and the fact that there was a fantastic coffee shop just across the street, capable of satiating my love of espresso.

On our first night in Shasta we decided we should introduce ourselves to the Spirits of the Place, and did so by journeying in our minds through drumming and vocal toning.  This was a powerful experience for us all, and we found ourselves connecting  individually to different aspects of the mountain.  My sister Sandy found herself within the hollow spaces of the mountain, deep inside one of the caves that open within the mountains peak.  She found herself remembering her previous journey there, almost 10 years ago.  My friend Missy found herself connecting to something that would not make sense until the following day, and I connected to energetic beings made of light.

Now, I understand the idea of ‘light beings’ may make some people feel uncomfortable, and send their mind searching for the safe bounds of known reality. Some may even begin questioning whether the person telling the story is sane,  or has suddenly drank the conspiracy theory Kool-aid.  But once again, I will remind you that you are reading the blog of a person who makes their living talking to the Dead, and frequently goes on about their experiences with Nature Spirits.  In the telling of this tale, I am as always deeply centered in my reality.

Connecting with extra-terrestrial/extra-dimensional beings is not an uncommon conversation, when discussing Mount Shasta.  Look it up on line, and you will find many, many, many tales of encounters with such beings.  The other thing you will find is stories of Big Foot, and unexplained beings in the woods.  You may want to believe that all of the people telling the tales are a bit looney, but then again, you may want to ask yourself whether you truly believe we are the only sentient beings in the Universe.

My experience as I said, is my reality, and I experienced a channeling with multiple (I believe 3) light beings.  This was something I did aloud, similarly to how I speak with the Spirits of the Dead.  My sister Sandy asked most of the questions, as I worked as translator for those choosing to make contact with us.  The message we received was around the importance of sound and light, in particularly when it came to healing the planet and land.  Now they were not suggesting that we just say fuck it, and be gluttonous pigs,  wasting precious resources, without a care in the world, because hey all we need to do is sing and spread some light around.  They were instead speaking of how sound, in particular, effects the living world.  This was something I immediately felt as truth, as I have been working as a Sound Healer for the last 15 years, and spend a whole lot of time singing the sacred songs of place.

They spoke of how they, like the beings of Nature were deeply concerned for our world and species in this time of great transition, how we needed to become more aware of the living world around us, and step fully into the sacredness of life.  The visitation was brief, lasting about 20 minutes, but in that time, I felt as if I had received a lot of information in a short period of time, like a computer downloading files, and that it would be quite some time, before I had fully acclimated the knowledge they shared.

The next day when we woke, it was obvious that Missy was not completely balanced.  Sandy and I noticed that she was off, when she came stumbling out of the bedroom, grunting and grumbling like a bear just out of hibernation.  We asked if she was OK, and she explained that she was not sure what was going on, but felt like she had been connecting to something all night long.

Just after doing some sound healing @ the Crystal Matrix shop in Shasta.

That morning after breakfast we headed into town, to check out a Crystal shop that had caught Sandy and Missy’s eye the night before, when they had gone searching for groceries.  The shop ‘The Crystal Matrix Gallery’ was filled with wonders, as it quickly became apparent that most of the crystals were awake, and many of them seemed to be sentient, or carrying a connection to other beings.  The shop owner had worked with Crystals for over 30 years, and was clearly making a living selling crystals because he had to, it was his life’s work.  By that I mean, he felt a love for the Crystals and the beings connected to them, he was a steward of the rock people, a keeper and handler of the mineral kind.

The Dragonstone

Within moments of being in the store, the first crystal of our journey had been found.  A double terminated amber colored, smokey quartz, with a whole lot of activity going on inside of it.  It was a powerful piece, and we all felt it was connected to the Earth Healing work we had been called to California to do.  The second piece was more personal, and explained the odd behavior and imbalance Missy had been displaying all morning.  It was a dark opaque stone, that fit comfortably in ones palm.  It was covered in markings that looked like ancient writing, only the markings had not been made by man.  The stone appeared to be a form of tektite (molten debris from meteorites), but there was definitely a presence connected to it.  It was said to be the thymus gland of a dragon.  Now here again, I know this sounds woo-woo, and hokey, but whether you believe it was the actual gland of a being, or simply a stone, it held tremendous presence, and a hefty price tag. 

My view on Dragons goes the same way as as all otherworldly beings.  There is something at the base of all the folk lore, it may not be as grand or magical as the stories have portrayed it, but life seldom is.  The other piece I would add here, is the mummified dinosaur found in Canada,pretty much in tact, certainly does resemble our fictitious imagery of dragons.  http://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2017/06/dinosaur-nodosaur-fossil-discovery/

What was most remarkable was the way in which Missy and the stone connected to one another.  The spirit residing in the stone, and Missy’s aura both extended outward, as if reaching for one another.  No matter the price tag, it was obvious she would not be leaving the store without the stone.

We left the store, with both the amber-colored, smokey quartz, and the dragon stone, as well as a few smaller stones I felt compelled to purchase.  I was amazed at how many of the stones in this particular shop were connected to beings.  This does not mean the beings were trapped in the stones, simply that the stones were an access point for connection.  I have a handful of sentient stones in my possession, some of them holding the essence of the stone itself, and some holding connection to other beings; working like a walky-talky to the other world.

After our experience with the stones in the Crystal Matrix, we headed out for a day trip to Paradise, CA to visit our father’s best friend.  This was not an option, this was something my Dad had been actively working on, the entire trip so far.  It was important, as we had not had a chance to connect with Mark, since my fathers passing 4 years ago.  It was a healing time for him and us, as we spent the day reminsicing; telling stories of the wild and crazy antics of my father & his best friend/soul mate Mark.

The trip to Paradise was not particularly remarkable in a spiritual way, but the trip back most certainly was.  After leaving Marks home, and heading back to Shasta I noticed a Sun Dog in the sky.  A Sun Dog is an atmospheric phenomenon that consists of a bright spot to the left and/or right of the Sun.  Sun Dogs are rare, and most often you see only bright spot, either to the left or right of the sun.  I have seen them before, and know that symbolically they are a sign that big change is near.  It is seen as a blessing or a sign that luck is with you in such times.  The Sun Dog we saw coming back from Paradise was remarkable in more than one way.  Firstly, it was a complete circle around the sun, with bright sun spots to the left, right, and above the sun, and a rainbow outline encompassing it.  Secondly, it was remarkable in the amount of time that it lasted.  We watched, filmed, and photographed the Sun Dog for 53 minutes.  It was breath taking, and energetically one could not help but feel as if we were being charged by it.  The experience was so phenomenal that we were soon pulling out our crystals; particularly the amber-colored, smokey quartz that had already made it obvious to us, that it was solar powered.

We arrived home (at the Alpine Lodge) late that evening, feeling as if we had been through some kind of attunement.  Both to the Crystals we had purchased, and the Sun Dog in the sky.  We remarked at the other amazing things we had seen on our way back to Shasta; such as the strange cloud formations over the mountain itself.

The next day we began our day, at the same coffee shop (Seven Sun’s Cafe), and then headed back to the Crystal Matrix for some Sound Healing.  We knew we needed to do sound work in Shasta, and also knew it would happen in multiple places.  The first; the crystal shop, was truly amazing.  The owner had an ancient singing bowl, that had been attuned to the energy of Sekemet (an Egyptian Goddess), and I was eager to combine my voice with its.  The toning there was amazing, as we were surrounded by high-energy crystals, at the base of the summit to Mount Shasta.  This experience was only the first of 3 major sound spots that day.

Water blessings for the new stones…lots of water Spirits in the headwaters of the Sacremento.

Annointing my third-eye, with the water of the Sacramento Headwaters.

The second stop, was the headwaters of the Upper Sacremento River, where the Undines (water Spirits) are remarkably present.  I sang to them, as I submerged stone after stone, into the icy waters.  The headwaters come from deep within Mount Shasta itself, each drop charged by the volcanic and vortex energy of the place.  The crystal clear water, travels from the glacial peaks, through underground lava tubes, before exiting into the light of day. The location of  headwaters is easily accessed, as it is part of a city park, that anyone can go to without charge.

The third stop, was the mountain itself.  We drove our car as far up the mountain road as we could…which was still quite a ways from the summit.  We stopped when the snow prohibited us from traveling any further, the road blocked by over 6 feet of snow.   At this point we turned around, and headed back a short distance; away from the crazy hikers/climbers, where we could sit with the silence of the mountain and sing the soul song of the land.

80 degrees, and 6 feet of snow, this is roads end for Mount Shasta until mid summer.

Elevation 6950′, as high as we could go in our sandals and flip flops.

This last stop, the one nearly to the top of the mountain, was humbling and awe inspiring.  When you sing the song of the land, you are not simply harmonizing…you are connecting/channeling the voice of the land itself, the Spirit of Place/Genius Locus, reverberates through you, filling you with the essence that is the place.  Mount Shasta is a powerful healer, one that I know will call me back, again & again; like Glastonbury Tor, and the Western Shores of Ireland, it holds a connection to my being.  In our brief meeting, we became family.  The Spirit of Place that is Shasta, is kindred to me…we belong!

I hope you enjoyed the read, that it pushed on the corners of your personal reality, and made you think on the world differently.  We are living in changing times, and many of the things we believed impossible are now proving us wrong.  I do not claim to know the secrets of the Universe, but I do believe there are wonders yet to be experienced in the greater world and in our own back yards.  When we approach the planet as a sentient being, and give ourselves over to the unknown, we expand our consciousness and become more.  Travel for me is a vessel of such change, but the magic of travel can come onto you whether you have traveled thousands of miles, or only a few blocks.

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SACRED TRAVEL…Guided by Spirit [California Dreaming part 1. LA-Mount Shasta]

Sacred travel is not a predictable thing.  It by nature is fluid and spontaneous, led by the intuition and an openness to explore.  Unlike vacation, it does not come with perfect accommodations, gourmet meals and neatly arranged outings.  It is a thing of wonder!

A few months back, when winter was still fully in possession of the north, my sister Sandy and I began planning our spring travel.  Our plan was to teach Earth Magic in Milwaukee in the beginning of the month, and then spend the end of the month teaching about parallel lives/past lives in LA & Carlsbad.  As the plan emerged from the ether of our minds, we other magical bits starting presenting themselves, and our simple business/teaching trip soon turned into a grand adventure that would involve 2 weeks in California.  The first working, the second doing deep Earth Magic in Joshua Tree, deep in the Mojave desert.  The second part of the trip was in fact the real work, and involved 13 friends and spiritual allies heading into the desert to do sound healing.

A few weeks before we were to head to California, the ‘work’ part of our trip began to fall away.  First the folks in LA seemed unable to host an event.  This at first bothered me, as they were the reason we were heading in that direction.  They had asked us to come, and only after tickets were bought and plans were made, realized that they could not make it happen.

Now in moments like this, it is easy to get discouraged, to be pissed and start doing a hissy-fit dance.  But it was clear by this point, that we needed to be there.  There was never any thought of not going, or of changing how long we would be there, simply an understanding that we had work to do on the west coast.  This same feeling came to the surface, when our second host, the one in Carlsbad told us days before we were flying out, that they had not been able to follow through on their end.

When we boarded the plane, we were still up in the air on where we were going when we got to California.  We decided, that we would decide while in the air where it was we were suppose to go.  We had place mat markers of where we needed to be, but none of those were relevant until  early next week.  Our first 4 days of the trip were open, and itching for Spiritual guidance.

By the time we landed in LA, we knew that we would not be heading south to Carlsbad, instead we would be taking an 10 hour drive north, to Mount Shasta.  This was not a random; close your eyes and point at any place on the map, kind of decision, but instead it was a knowing that we all experienced.  One that came in boldly.  For me, it was a feeling of calling that I experienced any time I looked at the in-flight map.  I would see the dot in the northern part of California, and the name Shasta, and I would feel drawn to it.

Mount Shasta is a holy mountain, one that holds the making of pilgrimage.  Known for it’s powerful vortex energy, it is a place of high earth energy, a place where one can go to heal themselves and to do direct healing toward the Earth.  (I will write more about Shasta in the next few days, after I have spent some time exploring here).

Getting to Shasta was an adventure of it’s own, as we; my traveling companions (my sister Sandy and our friend Missy), and I, are very open to intuitive travel, and following the path that Spirit presents us with.  This kind of travel is best done with a destination in mind, but a very loose idea on how long it will take you to get there, and a sense of wonderment.  Intuitive travel means there are no wrong turns, and every place you land is an opportunity to connect with Spirit.

Leaving LA was like escaping prison.  First of all, I must be completely honest…this city did nothing for me.  I felt an instant desire to leave it, yet the city itself is a powerful vortex of energy, that really doesn’t want you to leave.

Our first experience with wacky travel and leaving LA was connected to our GPS.  No matter what we typed into it, it wanted to take us back to the car rental shop.  So we tried using the GPS’s on our phones, and this happened again, and again.  We finally got ourselves out of the city, and the GPS’s to behave at least a little bit, and started heading up the coastal highway, believing that we would travel most of the way with the beautiful Pacific Ocean as our traveling guide.  That too proved incorrect.

 

After driving for hours, mostly along the coast, Missy who was driving suddenly said “I am not sure how this happened, but I do not believe we are on Route 1 anymore.” This did not alarm us, but instead made us ask “Well, where do you suppose we are, and where are we headed?”

Again our GPS’s were of no help.  In fact, they obviously had no idea where we were.  While accessing our GPS’s (more then one), we would often find that it believed us to be in other places on the continent…including Nebraska, Maryland, and the south western tip of Mexico.  We did not seem to be track-able.

When we finally got one of the GPS’s to acknowledge our actual location, we found we had gone inland.  We plotted a new course and continued forward, not wanting to turn around and come back the way we came.  This was not a disappointment.

Shortly after going through a bum-fuck town in California we found ourselves entering a canyon.  It was breath taking.  The road wove like a snake down and around the mountains, into the valley deep below.  It was a God moment, and exceptional moment of Spirit, when the universe took our breath away.

Sandy communing with the sun, above the Canyon.

Wild shrub Sage

We drove for hours after the canyon, so thankful for the beauty we had experienced.  We relished in the memory of the sound we had created when toning on the top of the canyon, as people drove by waving @ the crazy women singing and laughing, as they stood on the edge of the canyon on a tiny pull off.

That night we landed at a roadside hotel, thankful for hot showers and the gift of being alive.  We set up our altar, with a crystal grid and powerful bits that were sacred to us as individuals and as a traveling band of gypsies.  We gave thanks to our ancestors, particularly mine and Sandy’s dad, who was ecstatic to have us in California; a state he lived in for almost 30 years.

The next day/yesterday, we woke and set intentions…mine was to get to Mount Shasta that night, which we did.  In moments like these, I generally like to be behind the wheel.  So I drove the 10 hours or so North to get us there.

Mount Shasta

Well, I am off on adventure.  I will be sharing stories from the road via Facebook live, and blogging about our vortex adventures tomorrow morning, so stay tuned folks.  It’s a hell of a ride!

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Stories of Spirit…Take me to Church [finding the sacred when our heart is hurting]

I am a person who yearns for personal connection to Spirit.  I cannot get enough of it, and often find myself basking in the euphoria of opening myself to god/goddess/source.  I do this wherever I go, and find that it keeps me balanced and deeply centered throughout my life.  This connections is something that is available to us all, and can take place wherever we are.  That being said, it is easier for people to recognize this feeling when they are in a place of beauty, and they are holding the energy of reverence.

I am not a religious person, but I am a highly spiritual one.  I do not go to church, and I do not actually care much for public ceremony.  Yet I crave the sanctity and solace that such places offer.  I love the feeling of sacred that settles onto me, whether I am sitting in a temple, or walking in the forest.  Trees, rivers, sea caves, and stone outcroppings remind me of the beauty and creativity, that exist in this world of ours.  They remind me that my life, and experiences are no more then a raindrop in the ocean of existence.  The woes that I carry and the achievements I celebrate are fleeting…the world will go on without me.

There is a lot of pain in the world right now; people are struggling and unsure.  We fear turning on the news, and brace ourselves for the atrocities we will see there.  We question our personal security, and push down the panic that rises up, when we think of what the future holds.  The pain being felt is not simply a personal thing, created by the obstacles of our lives, it is the accumulation of sorrow, being bounced around the world, like a super sonic, ping-pong ball.  As it moves, it picks up debris…the emotions of the masses, and adds that to its bounce every time it lands.

As I have said before,  I believe we are going through a Psychic Evolution.  Which simply means we, as a species are becoming more aware.  We are perceiving with more than our 5 basic senses, and due to this fact, our consciousness is expanding.  The trouble is, most of us don’t know what to do with it.  We know that we are more sensitive, that we seem to feel the emotions of others, and that a lot of unexplained wyrdness seems to be happening.  But we don’t know how to take care of ourselves in this time of transition.

First of all we need to stop being busy for the sake of being busy.  We need to stop eating up every moment of our day with things we need to do.  When did life become so complicated?  When did kids start needing to have activities every day of the week, in order to be happy?  And are they actually happy with all those obligations?  And what about you?  Are you happy?  Do you feel more connected and whole?

As I have said earlier, I am not really a religious person.  I don’t want someone else telling me how to experience the love of god/goddess/creator, I want to go seek it out myself.  But that being said, there is something truly powerful about setting aside time for ones Spiritual practice.  The whole “And on the 7th day he rested”, bit holds an important truth.  We need to rest, we need to recharge our spirit, and connect to the power of the universe.  Spiritual work is not goal oriented.  It is not about accomplishment, it’s not about badges, buttons, or more money.  It’s about feeling that life is worth living, and that we are part of something beautiful.  It fills you from the inside, and helps you stay afloat when the current of life seems overwhelming….which can be often, in a world where people are becoming more sentient.

As someone who’s job is considered Spiritual, it has been important for me to remember that my work is not my spiritual practice.  When I am doing Readings for others, speaking to Spirits for others, and teaching workshops on spiritual awareness, I am deeply connected and doing important work.  But it does not count as a spiritual experience for me…it is work, my life path.  It is important and I highly value it, but it is not enough to sustain my soul.  I need to take time for myself to recharge, and connect with the universe.  I need to head into the woods, stand in a stone circle, sing in a sea cave, hug a tree, tone in mediation, I need to step into the betwixt and between, where the only moment is now.

When we are hurting from the death of a loved one, stressed from the mountain of bills that are piling up on our desk, worried about a friend struggling from addiction, concerned about the environment and the looming feeling of war, we need to take moments outside of our every day life, where we can rest and reconnect with Spirit, in whatever way works best for us.  If you find solace in the pews of your church, love the smell of incense and the embrace of large crowds, gathered as one…then by all means, make a point of getting yourself there.  Don’ t  make excuses, don’t say your too busy, don’t put it off because it does nothing for your pocket.  Make time for it, as feeding your soul is essential to healthy living.

If you are not drawn to organized religion, step out your door into the world of nature.  Go to the park if you live urbanely, go to river, the sea, the mountain, your back yard…light a fire, burn some incense, sing as if no one is watching, breathe deep, and get busy letting time slip by.  Make it a regular outing, make it a commitment, recognize it’s value in your life.  Pay attention to how you feel during the experience and after.  How many days did you feel better after?  Do you find yourself reminiscing, fantasizing about the peace of the moment?

We cannot change the world by worrying, and we will not change our personal (at least not positively) world by eating up every waking moment with obligations.  We need to slow down, and take time to recharge, specially when we are struggling.  When our emotions are heavy, and we feel overwhelmed, we need to remember the power of Spirit.  I hope you enjoyed the read folks.

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STORIES OF SPIRIT…Transformation [dedication to ones self]

salicrowcavernI spent the last days of 2016 in quiet contemplation.  The period of time between the Christmas and New Years is one of my favorite, for it gives me the ability to quietly step into the shadows.   I enjoy this low media time, in which I only check my email and Facebook messages occasionally; knowing that people will understand if it takes me a bit longer to respond.  The step back from my regular routine makes me feel like I belong more to the Spirit of creation (Awen) then to the present moment of doing.

My New Years involved dinner with some of my oldest friends, buddies since elementary and high school years.  It was low key and perfect, as we had very little time for each other in 2016.  At the table we discussed what we believed our word to be for 2017.  I like the idea of one word or a phrase being a Mantra (a word or sound repeated to aid in concentration & meditation), and find it helps me to stay focused on my desired goal.

Last year I worked with surrender or the release of control.  This was a big one for me, as I have a type-A personality and really like to be in control.  By saying I chose to surrender, I am not saying that I chose to give up or give in.  My release of control was more of an act of faith, and the control I released was handed over to the power of the universe, god/goddess.  Which brought opportunity and flow into my life like never before.  By not micro managing my every action, I made room for unexpected blessings, and found that my intuition did not let me down.  I knew when I needed to act and when I needed to stay still.

As a Psychic one of the pitfalls we must avoid is looking so far into the future that you miss the small opportunities, that wait in the shadow of the big stuff.  It is easy to become so focused on the things you know must happen, that you can overlook what lies along the trail.

This year I have chosen the word dedication.  Dedication to my self, dedication to my path, dedication to my goals.  In many ways it can seem like the opposite end of the pendulum swing from surrender.  At my vantage point of spending a year working with surrender, I do not see it so.  In my experience surrender did not ask me to act against myself, instead it asked me to follow the trail that was being laid out in front of me.  It required that I have faith that a higher power did in fact have a plan for me, and that if I allowed myself the freedom of trust, I would be shown an easier way.

This aspect of surrender pairs itself nicely with dedication.  Dedication as I see from the perspective of what is to become, is the act of committing myself to my path.  I know that can seem redundant, as I  believe I have always been somewhat dedicated to my path.  But the dedication I am looking for involves focus, and setting of goals that are important.  In it lies the decision to do what needs doing, even if it is uncomfortable, untimely or boring.  Like dragging yourself to yoga class even when the weather is questionable or you would rather stay in bed another hour.  Or sitting down to write, when you would rather be playing.

I believe I needed to work with surrender before I could work with dedication.  For if I would have first worked with dedication, I would have had the tendency to be stiff, and over planned.  Now after a year of working with surrender, I understand that it is better to allow the river to carry me, then to fight the river.  I am after all here on this planet, at this time, for the adventure of life.  And as I am always saying the difference between adventure and vacation is that adventure often requires hardship.  We are sometimes hungry, tired and uncomfortable, but what a story it makes.  Vacation is relaxing, and comfortable, but the highlights seem to be missing.  I definitely choose adventure.

While some of us have manifested to have a vacation life, most of us are here to accomplish something.  The things we have come to do are not all grand on the global scale.  In fact most of us are unlikely to be known outside of our communities, let alone the world.  But that does not mean we have come in to laze around and drink mimosas.   We have work to do.

The work of self development and personal growth is potent and necessary when it comes to the well being of the soul.  When we put the time and effort into knowing ourselves, facing our demons, and pushing ourselves to be our best, we not only effect our lives but the very nature of our soul.  As a medium, I strongly believe in re-incarnation, and feel that the soul is continuously learning and growing, with each life time adding knowledge and experience to the whole.  This life time, no matter how limited it may seem, is valuable and important to the development of our soul.  We must decide who and what we want to be.  What is important to us and how much we are willing to invest in it.

Every year when New Years comes around people start thinking about the changes they want to make in their life.  Some of these changes are more difficult then others, and some of them are a bit far fetched and unreasonable.  That’s why I recommend that people really sit down and think about the change they are hoping for, and find a word or two that sums up that which we are seeking to alter.  The power of a mantra is that we can repeat it over and over and over again in our mind.  If we are choosing to loose weight in 2017, we could work with the words healthy and strong.  Whenever we are feeling weak, and want to devour an entire box of cookies, we can pull the mantra out and repeat our words 6 or 7 times until we no longer feel the overwhelming desire to turn into Cookie Monster.  The feeling of desire will come back, and when it does we pull out our words.  It helps if you take time to really think about your words, and what they mean to you.

My choice of dedication for this year, means I am putting my energy into remaining focused on my personal path.  That I will bring myself back to task when I get distracted, and that I will remember why I am doing so.  It does not mean, I will never have fun this year, or that everything needs to be planned out 6 months in advance.  It means that I am making a vow to myself to become the person I want to be.  From my vantage point, in the aftermath of surrender, I see it as a willingness to put that which is important to me in a place of honor.

New Years resolutions are meant to be a vehicle for transformation, but all too often  people forget that vehicles need fuel.  We must be clear in how we are going to fuel our transformation, what are the tools/fuel we will need along the path.  If you have always wanted to learn a foreign language, and this is the year, look into what you need to logically make it happen.  If you are not a good self learner then a teacher is necessary, if you like to do it yourself, audio recordings are the way to go.  Know what tools you need and know what words can be used to aid your development.  Remember the simpler we keep it the better.  When working with power words, I like to keep mine short and sweet.  There is much hidden meaning in the words, but in the time I need the power of the word, I know all that is hidden.  I know what that word means to me.

The need for dedication is strong with  me this year.  I need to be focused and continue to keep the flow that surrender gave to me in 2016.  I am looking forward to seeing how dedication transforms me in 2017.

Take this opportunity while the year is new, and everyone is focused on transformation, to really put in motion that which you desire to change in your life.  Be realistic, look into the support you need to achieve your goals, be forgiving as none of us are perfect, and choose a word or two to help you stay focused.  Put the words on your frig, your desk, in your mind and in your heart.  Know that you are more powerful than you imagine yourself to be, and you can make the changes you seek.

I hope you enjoyed the read folks.  2017 is just started and I am excited to see where its path leads.

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