SACRED TRAVEL…Down to the South I Go [Little Rock]

When you have lived in the North your entire life there are preconceived notions of what you will experience in the South, the biggest being racism and conservative values.  I am pleased to announce that my short visit to Little Rock showed me a different view of both.  I traveled to Litle Rock, Arkansas as a guest presenter/author at the Little Rock Literary Festival.  I went alone, as a snaffoo on the part of the organizers left me without my hotel or flight information until the prices per ticket were over $800.  As much as my husband likes to travel with me, we both agreed that $800 could pay for 2 plane tickets to a place of our choosing, and a trip longer than 2 days.

As I flew over Arkansas, approaching my destination, I couldn’t help but notice how the city was surrounded by open fields, winding rivers and greenery…trees, parks, and nature were everywhere.  The Arkansas River runs between Little Rock & North Little Rock; twin cities that together are about the size of Burlington, VT.  In fact, there were definitely aspects of the city that reminded me of the Queen City.  I was greeted in the airport by a sweet woman, holding a sign with my name on it.  Her kindness and charm were delightful, and upon talking a few moments I found out that all the authors were picked up and dropped off by volunteers.; local folks, who like literacy and thought picking up a writer might be a fun time.

My literary duties began an hour after landing, with a meet & greet, dinner & drink thing, in which the public could come and meet authors.  This was my first time as such an event, in which no-one really knew each other and we all had to interact by reading name tags.   However, as you all know, I am quite social and did not lack abilities on the introduction level.  The interesting part came when I told people what my book was about.  Here is where I was reminded that I was not in my liberal, cozy corner of the universe.  Most people were interested, but there was about a third of the people who responded by stepping back a step or two.  Curiously enough, 1/2 of those who stepped back, thought of Mediums as bullshit, the other half that stepped back were doing so for religious reasons.

My response to their back-step depended on the reason they were doing so (the benefits of being Psychic).  For those that thought of Mediums as hokie (this group was primarily other writers)…I made sure to let them know that I had a book contract before I had a book written.  My way of saying…”Hey, I am the real deal”.  The second group, those with religious leanings on the conservative level (mostly local), I made sure to tell them of my family background; being Irish Gypsy & Blackfoot Indian.  With this information, the local conservatives visibly opened to the discussion.

Happily caffeinated Salicrow

Things that were difficult in the south…coffee & food allergies.  I experienced the same thing while visiting Florida a month ago.  Northerners are way ahead of the curb on the food allergy spectrum.  In fact, the writer’s party/meet and greet had a lot of lovely food…all of it made with wheat and the majority of it also containing dairy.  Seriously not even a veggie platter.  But what the lacked in food options they made up for in free drinks.  LOL, so needless to say, I drank my dinner that night (I am a serious light-weight so it wasn’t much).  And coffee…well I believe Northerners are almost cultish about good coffee.  We will  (I admit doing this) walk block after block in search of a decent cup of coffee.  

 

The real eye-opener came the following day when I met my moderator; the person who would be assisting my book-talk.  I met Russell in the author’s room half an hour before my talk.  He had read my book and was prepared to ask questions during the talk if needed.  Upon being introduced to him, I discovered that he was a Chiropractor and a leading member of the local Unity Christian Church.  He had stepped back from his work as a Chiropractor and was primarily working in ministry and counseling for his church community now.  This fact made my thoughts do a side-step, a Christian Minister in the South had been chosen as the perfect match for my work?  After a few moments of talking to him though I was delighted to hear that he practiced energy work, led meditation at his church, and that they believed that God consciousness resided within us all.  Holy Shit!  This was not the South I had prepared myself for.

When my book talk came about, I had a pretty full room & I was prepared to let it all hang out, as I always do.  I read from the early part of my book, speaking of my experience with Spirit in childhood, of communicating with myself and Spirits though mirrors, and I ended my discussion with speaking about ‘the November Incident’; my walking the line of crazy, spiritual opening.  It was generally well received, all of it…the only person who seemed put off by it was sitting in the back room with his wife, but he didn’t leave early, nor did he have anything rude to say.

I do not expect everyone to understand the path I walk or even believe in the experiences I have had, but respect and politeness are a lovely thing….and the South has that in accolades!

After my discussion, I was pretty much free to do whatever I wanted.  I decided I needed to walk, and chose to walk the downtown area, check out shops and get some food.  After eating, I was in a small art gallery/store connected to the library system when I ran into an older lady who had come to my discussion, and waited patiently in line to have me sign her book.  Mary, a spritely 80-year-old was truly delightful.  After talking to me for a few moments in the store, and my talking about how much I loved nature, she said “Alright then, let’s go walk the river walk”, and like that, I was off on a journey with a complete stranger.

As we walked along the river, Mary told me tales of her city, and of her life.  She had lived in Little Rock for the majority of her life, and apparently, I was not the first stranger she had hooked up with before.  She was a retired school teacher, with a keen mind, a strong intuition and a great deal of kindness.  When I walked her back to the library she invited me to come stay with her the next time I came to Arkansas.

On my voyage along the river, I was again delighted to see that my view of racism was also not completely true.  Now I am not saying that there is no racism in Little Rock, what I am saying is I was surprised by the number of mixed race couples I saw.  In fact, there were almost as many couples of mixed race or same sex as there were heterosexual couples  of the same race.  I found myself thinking on this, and questioning if this was the result of the ‘Little Rock 9’ ‘https://www.history.com/topics/black-history/central-high-school-integration.  The Little Rock 9 in short, refers to 9 black students who enrolled in a formerly all-white high school in Little Rock in 1957.  There enrollment was due in part to the Supreme Court ruling school segregation illegal in 1954.  It is a tremendous story of bravery that you really should take the time to read (see link above).

After my time with Mary, I attended a panel discussion featuring cartoonist who wrote about important political and ethical issues.  I was there primarily to see Trina Robbins; a prolific feminist writer, who I had met at the Authors dinner party the night before.  I had found a natural bond with Trina (also a spitefully, delightful senior) when we realized we were both carrying Wonder Woman purses. (Trina was the first woman to draw a Wonder Woman comic).  The other panalist were also waving their liberal flags…Erin Nations, a transgender man who bravely writes the comic series Gumballs, which speaks on transgender issues, and MK Czerwiec a nurse, who writes comics for the Journal of the American Medical Association.  Taking Turns: Stories from HIV/AIDS Care Unit 371 is about her time spent working with HIV patients in the 90’s.     Way to go Little Rock, for bringing in writers (and cartoonist) who are rocking the real word!

After listening to the panelist I headed out to the river walk again, this time to do some work.  I made my way down to the Clinton Presidential Park Wetlands, where I did a bit of earth magic.  Singing/toning to the wildlife and water itself.  If your interested in seeing what I did, go check out my Facebook Live video on my page Sali Crow.  I delighted in seeing the abundance of turtles in the water (I saw at least 50), and the biggest bat-house I have ever seen.  I continued down the river, stopping periodically to sing to the Earth and place crystals here and there (I placed some in other metropolitan areas as well).

All in all, my trip south was a refreshing view of Americans.  Almost all of the local Arkansasians said the same thing “There is a strong current that runs below the surface of most Arkansasians”.  They are in general, or at least the folks I met, more open-minded than I ever imagined, and genuinely interested in meeting people.  The highlights I will keep securely in my mind are those of meeting Russel, and his open-hearted soul, and of Mary taking me on a journey without even blinking an eye.   Thanks for shedding some southern charm on this Northern girl.

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

fullsteamaheadThere 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…Love is Good Stuff [be the change you want to see in the world]

Brigalovefest16People often refer to me, as an optimist, and I suppose that is true.  That being said; I am not blinded to the plight, humanity is facing in this time of tremendous change.  To be an optimist, does mean we stick our head in the sand & wait for all the bad stuff to go away.  It means; we choose to embrace the goodness of life, to tune ones vibration into the beauty, kindness, and joy, that life has to offer.  Being an optimist is a choice, one that starts with a simple mindset…

Be the Change you want to see in the World. -Mahatma Gandhi

Seeing myself as co-creator, of my life and world; I live by the this motto.  I often say, that ‘God does not help the lazy‘.  This is not in reference to bumming around in our jammies, or wanting a simple life.  But more a way of saying; that we are responsible for our own happiness.  In life attitude is everything; for we all face hardships, each and every one of us.  And, yes it is true; some people have far more hardships then others.  But, that does not mean our struggles are insubstantial, because someone has it worst then we do.  How we choose to experience those hardships, is what makes us who we are; better or bitter.

Love-QuotesI chose LOVE, a long time ago.  I am not sure when, or if it even happened in this life time.  But, the truth of the matter is I chose to love the world around me, and the people in it; including myself.  That does not mean, I like everyone. What it means is I choose to be kind.  I choose to be compassionate, and as a general rule, I spread love around, as often as possible.  In doing so, the world loves me back.  For, genuine compassion and caring, is often responded to with….NEWS FLASH…compassion and caring.  That’s right folks, what we give to the world, returns back to us.

Love is not limited to the intimate relationships of partners, parents, children, & siblings.  It is something that should be shared with all, and often.  It cost nothing, not a single cent; to be kind.

I find myself talking about love today, as the old ‘Red Heart Holiday’, is just around the corner.  Valentines Day, in my opinion is a Hallmark Holiday.  It is a way for Greeting Card companies, Florist, and Chocolate makers; to get a bit of a boost to their income.  It is also a holiday, that makes many people feel like shit.  Simply, for the reason that they do not have a partner.  Hell, they may be perfectly happy with that decision 364 days of the year, but on Valentines Day; they are reminded that they are among the ‘partner-less’.  Which some how translates to unlovable.  But we must remember…love is limitless.

imageI propose that we start a revolution of LOVE.  That we collectively, choose Valentines Day, as a day to dedicate ourselves to LOVE.  Now, I am not asking you to picket the streets with banners and megaphones; declaring your love for the world (although, that would truly be an awesome sight).  Instead, I am asking you to make a pledge to yourself; to share kindness & compassion, with yourself and others.  It is amazing, how much a simple truthful compliment, can effect others.  If you see an old lady wearing a smashing hat…say something.  If you notice, the hard work your neighbor has put into their yard…say something.  Buy an extra can or two of soup, when your out grocery shopping and drop it by the local Food Bank.  Take 5 minutes out of your day, to talk to the lonely, old-guy; standing behind you at the post office. Look people in the eyes, look into their souls, and for a brief moment…share love.

While we are on the subject of sharing LOVE.  I would like to point out the most important, starting place LOVE….ourselves.  We must learn to love ourselves.

amazing youI believe the brain, is like a super computer.  And, like a computer…it can be effected by bad programming and viruses.  No child; new and fresh to this world, hates them self.  That is a fact!  The hate, and disapproval, we lavishly smear upon ourselves, was created by an outside force.  The voice of an un-approving parent, a harsh teacher, or mean spirited peers; first created the negative language we speak to ourselves.  Over the years, their voices fade, & our brain starts repeating the insults, in our own voice.  When we repetitively spew hate at ourselves, we begin to own it.

One of the most powerful truths, I hold…is that I love myself.  I truly do.  Perhaps that is the secret to being an optimist; self love.  Self love, can be learned.  But it takes patience and dedication (back to God/Goddess not helping the lazy).  Our dedication to love, needs to include ourselves.  We need to speak kindly to ourselves; acknowledge our strengths and show compassion for our weaknesses.

Here is my go-to, Self-Love Generator.

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Every day, spend 5 minutes looking at yourself in the mirror.  Eye contact is crucial, so this is not a scanning for blemishes, pinching our belly-fat, cursing our hair kind of exercise.  In fact, it is completely the opposite.

As you stand in front of the mirror, connect with yourself; through looking deeply into your eyes.

Now, say something nice about yourself.  I don’t care what it is, but it must be truthful.  “I am good with children”, “I have a great voice”,  “I am have beautiful eyes”, “I am a dedicated partner”.

Notice, that the statements were made in the affirmative, with a focus on eye contact.  This is crucial, as most damage/bad programming, come through statements that were made to us…declaring we were something.  Many times these negative statements, were also made with eye contact.  Our eyes are portals to our soul.  Powerful healing can take place, when we use these portals (eyes), for positive programming.  This exercise is meant to be done often; like daily…for weeks.  But remember, it only takes 5 minutes.  I will not lie to you, it is very hard to do.  I have recommended this exercise to many of my clients over the years; and they all come back telling me how hard it was to do.  In the beginning, you will most likely struggle, with kind things to say to yourself.  But after awhile, you will find the truth & recognize just how amazing you really are.

Well, there is my rant on love, optimism and change.  I hope you take the time this Valentines day, to start a Love Revolution, in your own life.  I also hope, that you find it in you to spread love, wherever you go.  Can you imagine how awesome the world would be; if we all chose to be compassionate, kind and loving.  I hope you enjoyed the read Folks.

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Stories of Spirit…Through the Looking Glass Revisited [mirrors, time travel, & visiting myself]

MirrorPeople are often curious about my childhood and how unusual it must have been growing up Psychic.  The interesting thing is to a child, life is what you know of it.  You don’t really spend much time, wondering if other people do the same things as you, until you are well into your school years.  For me it was not weird or unusual; to experience Psychic knowing, or feel the presence of a Spirit, as I grew up with a sister who was also Psychic, and a grandmother who presented it as perfectly normal.  I never thought on my life as strange, or deferentiated between the ordinary things in my life and the not so ordinary.  I believe that all children think deep thoughts, they just lack the vocabulary to express those thoughts to the adults around them.  In general I believe children are more open to Psychic phenomenon, unfortunately  their insights are often shut down by adults and peers who write them off as make believe.

When I was a child, my sister Sandy and I would sit in front of the mirror in our bedroom and talk to the people on the other side.  This was not a childhood game of make believe, but an actual occurance.  In fact sometimes we would even argue with the people who lived there.  I have memories of these conversations from as early as 4 years old and lasting until I was about 8 or 9.  As a child I never thought about who they were, I just know that they were familiar to me and I thought on them as friends.   I now know that I was talking to my future self, as well as spirit guides.

saliwitch2I came to the conclusion that I was having conversations with myself after a series of events that happened in my life.  The first happened when I was 4.  At the time we were living in a trailor.  From the top bunk of my bed, I could look across the living room into the kitchen, one night I saw a witch standing in the kitchen.  You are very likely to respond to that statement in a couple of ways…how did you know it was a witch & are you sure it wasn’t your childhood imagination?  The answer to both is I just knew.  I was not afraid of the Witch, as she simply stood in the kitchen watching me as I watched her.  I was however surprised that my parents didn’t see her, as my father was in the living room, and my mother was working in the kitchen.  A big part of why I knew she was a real experience is because the memory never left me.  Throughout my life I have thought of this experience more times then I can count.

The second experience that led me to understanding that I had been visiting myself happened about 10 years ago.  My sister Sandy and I were in her back yard;  I was communicating with a spirit for her when we both clearly heard my name being called from across the yard.  This stopped both of us still, as we agreed completely that the voice we heard calling my name was my own.  There was no one in the yard, the kids were all inside, and she had no near neighbors….we were completely alone, just us and the Spirits we were communing with.  After this second major experience I really started putting some thought into the fact that at some point in my life I must have learned to communicate with myself through time.  I learned this skill in my final year of my Druid training in October of 2010.

In the second to last weekend; of my 3 year course in Druidry, with the Green Mountain Druid Order, Ivan (my teacher) brought up the discussion of time travel.  Now this was not time travel in the get in your Delorian kind of style, but in the sense of our human spirit doing the traveling.  After he finished describing the exercise, he told us we could either do this journey at home, or in a group journey experience in which he would lead.  I got really excited and shared how I had often felt that I must learn to time travel and about my experiences earlier in life.  The rest of the group agreed that they too were interested in doing the exercise together. We lay down on blankets in the tepee, and began the journey work to meet with our selves. The goal was to engage in conversation with our future, and the past selves…as well as changing our consciousness to that of our future self, and past self in order to communicate with our present self as well…basically becoming all sides/angles of our being.

The first meeting was of my present with my future self. One of the most interesting things to me is that I always told myself “I love you”.   My future, past and present all greeted each other with love. My future self told me things that I would do in my life, and things I must work on. Then I changed my consciousness to being in my future self and having my present self tell me something….this I thought was odd, because my present self said “ you are going to be sick for about 20 minutes”…I started thinking about how my body felt and what that meant, but we were soon onto another conversation. This time our present self with our child self. My child self told me that I had indeed been the “Witch in the kitchen”, and then showed me something that rocked my world. My child self went and sat down in front of the bedroom mirror, and there on the other side of the mirror clear as day was ME, as I look now. I was overcome at this point realizing that I had been communicating with myself when I was a child.   As I was trying to wrap my mind around this my child self said “Why did you stop doing this?” It was made pretty clear to me that I needed to go back to doing mirror work.

walesWhen all the conversations were done we were guided to hold hands with ourselves, and decide if we wanted to say goodbye or to bring the other sides of our consciousness into our present. I decided to bring my child self and my elder self into my present. When we were called back to ordinary consciousness, Ivan asked if anyone needed rescue remedy (a bach flower essence to stabilize when your system is in shock), I said I did…took the essence and then lay on the ground. As I lay there unable to get off the ground, sobbing (something that happens to me when I have an energetic shift) feeling light headed and unstable…my words came back to me “You are going to be sick for about 20 minutes”.   It was weird getting use to the visual shift, as I feel like I was looking at things through the eyes of a child from time to time with that lust for life and zest.  I  had many profound experiences in my Druid training, but the thing I think it most clearly gave me was an understanding of my self. Through journey work I have often revisited, things that happened to me as a child so that I could understand what the experience actually was. My child’s mind could not wrap itself around the fact that I was talking to a future incarnation of itself.   As an adult talking to my child self I was able to recognize myself, giving clearity to the experience.  Life is an adventure that I am thankful to explore.  Hope you enjoyed the Read folks.

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