I was sitting at 5 guys yesterday with my back to the door; something I only do if my husband is with me, after all, I was raised by a Marine, when a women came up behind me and asked me for $2. Having a stranger touch my arm and speak to me from behind my shoulder startled me for a moment and my answer was a quick “No”.
As she walked by me, I could see that she was obviously suffering from mental illness and drug addiction. Information came running through my mind like a computer download, giving me a quick overview of the woman’s predicament. As I ate my burger I watched as she went around the room asking a few customers the same question and they all gave her the same answer. She approached the counter and was greeted by the kindness of the cashier who gave her a cup and told her she could have water from the soda machine and that the peanuts were free. This all happened within a few moments and then my father’s Spirit was suddenly speaking to me in my head.
“You got plenty of money in your pocket kid!”
My first response was “I don’t give money to people for them to use on their drug habit”. This was not a judgment of the struggle those dealing with addiction have, but more a feeling of not wanting to contribute to the destruction of a person’s mind/body/soul by financially contributing to the substance. My father continued by simply sharing stories in my head like watching movies on fast forward.
My dad was the kind of guy who dropped groceries off at friends houses when he knew they needed help but also knew that if they were given money they would likely spend it on drugs or alcohol. He was also the guy who regularly bought sandwiches for the homeless when he lived and worked in Sacremento. He would always talk about the importance of seeing people as being human even when they could no longer see the humanity in themselves. He struggled with alcoholism for the majority of his life and knew that under the addiction was deep pain and soul wounding. He never forgot that under the broken shell was a human spirit.
When we were kids it was common for my father to pick up a drunk bum named Maynard whenever we saw him looking for a ride. Maynard was always treated with respect, it did not matter that he smelled bad and slurred his words so bad you couldn’t really understand what he was saying. Every time we dropped him off we heard the same story about how Maynard had saved my father’s life when he was a boy. The two of them had been friends, and Maynard saved my dad when he almost drowned in the bog. My father never forgot that Maynard was a hero, and he approached all people who were down on their luck with the same level of respect.
I continued to watch the woman hungrily stuffing peanuts into her face at the side counter, and found my food tasted horrible, “How could I sit and enjoy a meal I didn’t really need, while I watched another who was obviously starving?” I waited until the line wore down and went to the counter and ordered another meal…then walked over to the woman and handed her the slip. “This is your receipt, when the number is called you can go pick up your meal at the counter.”
She almost started crying on the spot and being a ‘wet responder’ (someone who cries at every emotion) myself, I was just about there with her. She reached out to hug me, something I know many wouldn’t accept from a stranger, especially someone who looked as hard worn as she did. I accepted her hug and returned it with genuine care, and in that hug, I felt her true starvation…” when was the last time someone saw this person as a human being?” I thought.
She went on to tell me a story that I knew was a lie, one of how she had cancer and was starting her job tomorrow. I didn’t have to be Psychic to know these things were not true. I simply looked her in the eye and said “You need to take care of yourself”, and walked back to my table to eat the rest of my meal with my husband.
I found it hard to eat, even though I no longer felt guilty about doing so, but because of my father was back this time to tell me how proud he was of me. He flashed stories through my mind, as I tried to finish my meal, and the woman who I had given the meal to kept waving to me and blowing me kisses whenever she caught my eye. I finished my meal, waited to make sure she didn’t have a hard time getting hers and left the restaurant.
I walked away seeing how powerful the little things are, how a burger and fries and a hug have a value far greater than money. No one should go hungry, regardless of the situation that got them there, and all people should be seen as human. I’m not going to lie and say I help every homeless person I see, or say that I donate hours of my time helping the mentally ill and addicted. In fact, cities are difficult for me, and I often find myself having to divert my gaze from the downtrodden, as my Psychic mind can pull me to deeply into their struggles. But I believe my fathers approach of handing a fellow human a sandwich is something I can do.
I hope you enjoyed the read, and that you find yourself compassionate when the universe (or my dad) asks you to step up and give a man/woman a sandwich. We find our humanity when we share kindness and compassion with others.
While in Connecticut, I got the opportunity to try Float Therapy. It was something I had been wanting to do for about a year, after first hearing of it while I was in Milwaukee. Float Therapy is a sensory deprivation experience in which you float in an Epsom salt bath in a blackened room, wearing silicone earplugs. In short, I loved it! The experience, however, deserves a bit more explanation…
I was in Connecticut to do a Spirit Gallery and Book discussion for the CT state Tax Collectors, something I had been having fun talking about for the last few months. After all, it was an unlikely thing that Tax Collectors would hire a Psychic Medium to be part of their annual conference, but such is my life…filled with the wyrd and unusual. The time I spent with the Tax Collectors was truly beautiful. They were an open-hearted group of people, eager to expand their understanding of the unseen world. This alone was worth the trip!
I had planned to stay in Connecticut for an additional day, before taking a plane to Florida as I wanted time to work on the land & water in Long Island Sound, as Earth Healing is a passion of mine. When I discovered that the resort (The Water’s Edge) was a beachfront property I knew I would need an extra day, so that I could spend time in the morning doing Geomancy (earth healing) & sacred singing to the Genius Locus/Spirit of Place that was Long Island Sound.
As I set up my crystal grid on the empty beach (the benefits of being there in March) I felt the land reaching out to me. I recognized the ancient rhythm of the land, something seldom heard by the busy throngs of people that populate the sound. I opened myself to spirit and sang from my soul. (You can find a Facebook live video of this on my personal page Sali Crow). I was moved by the energy there and could sense the energetic vibration of the Native Americans who had once called this land their home. I felt a deep sadness for the lack of awareness most people carry within them, which shifted as I remembered the room of Tax Collectors I had spoken to the night before. Times are changing I heard in my mind, people are waking up, we can make a difference.
This experience would have been grand enough on its own to fill my need for Sacred Adventure, but I knew more lay ahead for me. For I had booked appointments for myself and my husband for Float Therapy later in the day. After are time on the beach we hopped in the car and set up the GPS, only to find that the spa we were heading to was not in the same town as us, but 2 hours away in the wrong direction. I was totally bummed out. I had thought I was in Westport, CT when in reality we were in West Brook, CT. This geographical fuck-up, made my husband chuckle. He told me he was sorry we wouldn’t be able to make the appointments, but that my ability to lose track of regular things; like what town we were in, was one of the things he loved about me. He appreciated it as an interesting quirk that made all my Psychic abilities feel more balanced. That even though I had all these amazing gifts, I still needed help with some of the more practical things in life.
To say I was disappointed was an understatement. Instead of Float Therapy, I was heading to the pharmacy to pick up antihistamines for my Florida time (orange blossoms due me in). After leaving the pharmacy we decided to take the rural routes to Hartford and see what we found along the way. A few miles into the drive I just started googling Float Therapy in CT and found a place 20 minutes away on the road we were on. Better yet we could get 1.5 hours for the same price as an hour in the first location. When I called they had availability for the both of us as soon as we could get there. I felt a deep connection to the sea and the sound again, and couldn’t help but think that the strands of Wyrd (fate) that made up my life, had woven me a better pattern; after all, I really wanted to do 1.5 hours not 1.
When we arrived at the spa we left our shoes at the door and were shown into private rooms which held a shower and a deprivation chamber. The deprivation chamber was quite large. The ceiling of it was large enough to stand in, and it’s length and width were big enough that you could stretch out without touching the walls. The water itself was only about 10” deep and filled with Epsom salt & peroxide.
After showering you got into the chamber (naked), shut the door and settled yourself in the water. The Epsom salt & peroxide in the water making it almost impossible to stay sitting up, and easy for you to float. The water and air are body temperature, something that makes it easy to lose track of what part of your body is in water and what is not. There are lights that are easy to find in the darkness that illuminates the tub and the ceiling above in a pleasant blue, for those who do not feel comfortable with complete deprivation of the senses. I did turn them on at one point just to see what the experience was like with light. It was still good, but I wanted the darkness and complete deprivation.
Within a few moments, I was losing track of my body and found that I would drift off and come back in a rhythmic pattern. The longer I was in the water the further into my mind I would go, and the less connected to my body I felt. The first time my body drifted over to one of the sides and my finger touched the tub wall, I was slightly startled, to be quickly back in my body…but only momentarily. The word startled may be a bit much as it was more like stepping out of a dream for a few moments, before drifting off again.
The only sound I could hear was the sound of my breath, something I periodically engaged with. There were a few moments of discomfort for me, as I am someone who can go so far into trance that I develop a form of sleep apnea and stop breathing for a short second. I have done this periodically throughout my life, so I was not scared, I just returned to consciousness for a few moments and connected to my breath, until I drifted off again. This is not told to scare you, but to let you know how deeply relaxing the experience is. The trance apnea as I like to call it is not really that common, but something I have experienced my entire life. It does not scare me, it is more of a reminder…”Hey Sali, you are still in your body remember it needs to breath”.
The feeling of floating in complete darkness at body temperature, while the only sound you hear is your own breathing is reminiscent of the womb, and the feeling of spaciousness & timelessness is truly remarkable. I would highly recommend Float Therapy. That being said, if you are claustrophobic, or not comfortable with your own mind, you may want to hesitate. It is truly a sacred journey.
I had completely lost track of time, and new this was ok. Music would gently startup for the last 5 minutes of the session to let you know it was time to get out and come back to reality. Shortly before this time, I decided I wanted to play with the deprivation a bit, control what experience I had. So I started to tone (sacred singing) at such a low volume that it would most likely sound like a murmur above the water. But in the water and darkness with silicone earplugs in, the sound was experienced on a vibrational level throughout my whole body. It moved through me and filled me with energy (something I carried throughout the entire day, to the point that my husband compared it to sleeping next to an active battery). The other interesting thing about experiencing the sound of my toning in such a manner as I could see the vibrations in my mind’s eye as well as hear them and feel them. It was interesting to see how some sounds that appeared solid when I tone normally, were actually more of a quick rhythmic pattern…with short pauses throughout the elongated sound. This is something I want to explore more in depth and will be searching out Float Therapy closer to home.
After exiting the deprivation chamber, and showering off the Epsom salt mix, I felt deeply relaxed and energized at the same time. However, I was ready for some espresso, to ground me solidly into form.
I write this from Florida, sitting in the quiet morning sunlight of my in-law’s house. My time here I short, filled with Seances, Readings and Book signings, but I am thankful for the 70+ degree weather, and the green I see out the window. I will be searching out Float Therapy when I return back to Vermont. Thanks for reading folks.
A couple of nights ago I reached a breaking point, in which I found myself sobbing uncontrollably like a toddler behind my steering wheel as I sat in my driveway, my emotions were so overpowering that my husband had to take my coat off me when I got in the house and hand me a cup of tea. I was not crying out of despair, I was crying as an emotional release; letting go of all the backed up fear, and chaos that I had been wading through the last few weeks. The catalyst for my emotional warble was receiving back to back hugs from 3 of the most solid people I know.
Many of you know that my sister and her family have been going through a lot…illness, surgeries, near death experiences, infections, ambulance rides to Dartmouth, and emergency surgeries. While most of the acute issues have been experienced in the last month, the journey has been much longer than that. Now that the water seems to be clearing and we can see the shore, I find that the heaviness of emotion; particularly fear, is too much to carry any longer. It is no longer needed, yet it still must be released.
Being Psychic does not mean you never experience fear. In fact, fear is something that can blind Psychic sight. If the fear is strong enough a Psychic can actually generate false answers for themselves. I did this once when I was much younger. My husband; who is pretty good about communication and being on time, was suppose to meet me after work. When he didn’t show up, I was surprised. When he still wasn’t home by the time we were supposed to be meeting friends, I became alarmed. The later he was, the more I became convinced something had happened to him. When I looked at my cards, they quickly confirmed my fears, and by the time he rolled into the driveway I was running across the yard crying, as I had believed him dead on the side of the road somewhere. In reality, he had a beer with the people he was doing work for at the end of the day and had no cell reception. Because of this experience, I learned how important it was to center myself before searching for psychic information. But from time to time I need to be reminded.
When my sister called me to say that both she and her son were facing life-threatening situation her crying triggered me. We are so deeply connected, that even though we have a year and a half between us, we consider ourselves twins. After getting off the phone with her I found myself floundering, in a quick and powerful spot of fear. It wasn’t until my husband said to me “Have you looked at your cards?” that I even considered scrying. Moments after being reminded I was able to calm and center and know that all would be well. That being said my body still experienced an adrenaline dump, it had gone into fight or flight mode before I was able to center. This type of energy does not simply dissipate, it requires a release. When we do not release this emotional sludge it affects our health and well being.
Most people go through a crisis like a horse with blinders on; focusing on that which must be done, the goal at hand. We deny ourselves the luxury of wading in our emotions for there is no room for them. When the crisis is over it is not uncommon to find ourselves exhausted, and emotionally sensitive. This is because our vessel is full. We can not just go on with our lives, we must first release our burden and fears. This must be done for true healing to begin. Whether we are the one experiencing the trauma or the support for others going through it, the emotional heaviness of the situation must be addressed. My release often comes in the form of tears. In fact, whether I am happy, sad or angry tears are likely to show up.
This read is about community, intention, and kindness so I will spin you back up to my opening paragraph…The catalyst for my emotional warble was receiving back to back hugs from 3 of the most solid people I know.
I had not had a day off in almost a month, that I was not in a hospital holding space for surgery, sitting with my sister as she recuperated or going with her to a doctors appointment. The emotional roller coaster of the month had finally seemed to slow and I was looking forward to time off when my husband got sick. As we run a cafe/wellness center someone had to take his shifts and that someone ended up being me. After the second day of doing his job and my job, I was truly feeling beat. At the end of the day, I hoped that no one would show up for my sound meditation class, as I really wanted to go home.
The first person to show up was a friend of mine who is solid as the earth and has blood that runs a bit gnomish. I told her if it was just her and I that I was going to cancel, then another of my regulars came in; who lives on a family farm and is a solid, salt of the Earth kind of person. I decided to cancel and the three of us just stood around talking for a moment, me giving them the update on my sisters family. Then my farm-guy, plow-man neighbor came in, another solid, reliable, kind person. When I explained we were closed and he walked over and gave me a hug. Then came another from my salt of the Earth woman, and then finally from Gnomie.
I was OK, until about 5 minutes into my drive and then it hit me. I think it was their solidness, that reminded me of all the love and support our family has received during this stressful time. Their hugs represented all of the prayers, reiki, and love that people had shared. I was overcome with how lucky I am to live in such a community, where people genuinely care about one another. All too often we are shown the terrible things that human beings are capable of. It is so refreshing to be reminded of the beauty and kindness that we are also capable of.
The power of intention is an amazing thing that can be used for good or bad. It is also something made stronger by group belief. The more people believing in an outcome, the more likely it will come to be. With this in mind, I encourage you to start monitoring your thoughts. What goes through your mind on a regular basis, are the things you are thinking about what you want to see come to pass or what you fear? If your mind wanders toward fear, hate, and anger, redirect it. Give it a different focus. Focus on the good you want to see in the world…make it so!
I love Winter. I am not an avid outdoors person, I do not ski, nor do ice-fish, ride snow machines or partake in any of the other winter hobbies New England is associated with. I love Winter for the dark and cozy. I love the nestled in sleepy day feel of it. Dark skies do not make me sad, in fact, I crave them for they make me want to look deep inside myself and see who and what I am becoming.
The Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere it is the time when we are the furthest away from the sun. It is a time that has been celebrated for time on end, culture after culture recreating the stories behind the celebrations that all share a common thread…rebirth.
Rebirth, the very sound of the word brings up feelings of deep change and letting go of what no longer serves us. It speaks of cleanliness of the soul and of opportunity to recreate who we are and what we stand for. Many of us consciously take part in this alteration when we speak our words of resolution on New Years. We state to ourselves and others that we are going to make a change. Unfortunately, most people do not follow through on their resolutions. I believe this to be in part because we set our resolutions to unrealistic levels, like losing 50lbs & giving up cigarettes cold turkey. Not that these things are impossible, but without a plan they are unplausible. Most people do not take their desire for change beyond the initial idea, they do not create a plan or direct their energy at it willfully. What would happen if we did?
First and foremost we need to give ourselves permission to change, we all have the right to change direction and become someone different. I say permission because most of us are unwittingly controlled by who we see ourselves as/the story we tell of self, and who others believe us to be. We follow patterns and routines that reinforce our story, often to our disadvantage. We use words like ‘always’ and statements like ‘that’s just the way it is’ to tell ourselves that we cannot change. We do not do this intentionally, but we do it so often that we move through life like a car stuck in a rut; pulled by the direction worn before us.
How many of you do this? How many of you speak to yourselves in words that prevent change? How many of you have gone beyond the odds and transformed yourself into who you wanted to be?
True resolution comes through looking deeply at that which we want to change. It is about seeing it for what it is and telling ourselves that we have free will. We can continue to follow our life as set before us, or we can direct our will to make the changes we want. We can only do this if we are honest with ourselves and look at the why of what holds us back. Why do we continue to take self-defeating actions? Why do we set ourselves up for failure? What are our biggest challenges?
These questions help us get to the root of our behaviors, and show us what our true obstacles are. If we know who/what we are up against we will be better prepared to face it.
How does all of this connect to the Winter Solstice? Resolutions…
I am a big fan of manifesting. I believe we are co-creators of our reality, that we actively engage in creating the world we live in. If we are seeking to make a change, to alter our path we are wise to use all of the tools and allies available to us. Which includes astronomical events; such as the Winter Solstice, and the mass belief of others. That’s right use the belief of others to our advantage.
The power of belief is amazing, and the more people believing in something the stronger the likelihood of manifesting it. Which means, if millions of people see the dark of winter as the best time for making changes, then it is. For we will have the collective will to support us in our endeavors. This has always been available to us, just most of us haven’t thought of it from this perspective.
The Winter Solstice is about celebrating life, and the return of light. It is about dreaming and looking forward to, about rebirth and recreation. Whether you choose to set your change in motion on Solstice Night (December 21st) or wait for New Years does not matter. What does matter is that you take the time between now and then to really think on what you wish to change, what you want to let go of, what you want to become, what obstacles you will need to overcome and what allies you have along the path?
When my children were little I use to tell them that “God does not help the lazy”. This was my way of saying you can’t just sit around doing nothing and expect God to come clean up your mess for you. You need to actively be working on fixing and creating the life you want to lead. When we do that we become activated. We become change makers and creators and then we feel the hand of higher power helping us along the way.
I am not saying God/Goddess doesn’t care about the downtrodden, the sick or the helpless. I am saying if you want to make a change then you need to be actively involved in doing so!
For those of you living close to the Kingdom, I will be hosting a Solstice Candle Ceremony @ the Grindstone Cafe on Saturday the 16th at 2pm. Come join me, light a candle and put your dreams into motion. For those of you reading this from afar here is a quick little something you can do at home.
Sit quietly in a dark room with only the light of your candle (and maybe the Yule tree)
Imagine a spark of white light in the center of your heart chakra. With every breath it expands out around you, above you and below you, surrounding you in an egg shaped sphere of protective energy, filled with love.
Call upon God/Goddess in whatever way fits you best, ask them to join you.
Call upon your ancestors, particularly the ones who you feel would be most helpful in the work ahead of you.
*speak out loud…this is important, in speaking our words out loud we are setting them in motion, we are demanding they be heard, by ourselves and the universe.
Speak clearly of your desire for change; making your statements in the affirmative. “I will become healthier and stronger in the year to come.” “I will create a better relationship with myself”. etc.
Next, ask the Gods & your ancestors to help you with the obstacles. “Please remind me to take healthy chances.” “Please remind me that my voice matters.”
All the while holding your item in your hand. See the item as a talisman, a sign of your commitment to change. Like a lucky rabbit’s foot or a holy symbol, it is there to remind you of your goal and of your dedication to self.
When you have finished your dedication to change, thank your ancestors and the gods and close your circle by blowing out the candle.
No matter how difficult it may seem, we are all capable of change. We do not need to follow the rutted path before us. We can manifest ourselves into that which we want to be. We all have a story, and that story holds wounding. It is up to us to decide how we use that wounding. Will it be a weight that holds us down, or will it be the fire that forges us?
My own story of being beaten into form at the forge of life is in my book ‘Jump Girl, the initiation and art of a Spirit Speaker’, which comes out on February 13th, 2018. Here is a link for those of you interested in my story. As always, thanks for reading folks.
Let me start by saying my legs are killing me. Today we walked for 6 hours; up a mountain and back, with very little breaks. My goal when I left the house this morning was to climb to the top of Sleive Gullion, and submerge myself in the lake of the Hag; the Calliagh Berra of Irish mythology.
When I left the house, I had expected we would drive to the beginning of the trail and climb from there. But somehow my husband got the idea in his head that we would just walk from the house we are staying at in Mullagbane, Northern Ireland. When he said this was the plan (he is the directions guy), I immediately questioned his logic, as I could see the mountain off in the distance. I knew it would take us an hour just to get to the trail head. But he was insistent that this was what we should do.
Sleive Gullion is considered the most sacred mountain in Ireland. The name means Mountain of Cuchulain. It is the heart of an ancient volcanic chain in Northern Ireland, which is truly breath taking. The legend around Sleive Gullion speaks of a dispute between Finn Mac Cumhail (finn mccool); an irish hero, and the Hag/Calliagh Berra.
In the story, Finn Mc Cool (an Irish hero) dives into the Calliagh Berra’s lake seeking the love of a beautiful maiden. When he enters the lake he ages rapidly, and his hair turns white. The feeble Finn, comes out of the water to see the fair maiden is really an old hag. After a bit of persuasion, Finn is able to convince the Calliagh to return his youth, but she leaves his hair white.
There are some good versions of the story out there, if you have a love of mythology, simply google The Calliagh Berra’s lake.
Like most stories there is a lot more to it, then the simple trickery of the hag. Some stories tell of Finn’s hunting dog chasing a white stag (considered a magical creature) to the edge of the lake. In short, he crossed the witch, and she was not pleased. I like to point out that she returned his youth, when he threatened to empty her lake, drowning all of Ireland. To me this shows she had great care for the land, and the people of it.
My work as a Druid, and Spiritual adventurer often takes me to such places, places that others may think twice about going to. I do not fear the Hag, for I see her as the crone…the ancient one, the one who sits at the edge of death. She has great wisdom, and demands respect, but her gifts are powerful and filled with wisdom.
When it became clear that I would be heading to Northern Ireland on this trip, I knew that I would climb the mountain. I was also quite convinced that I would need to submerse myself in the water of the lake, facing my fears; not of white hair, but of muck. I truly have a repulsion/fear of mucky water.
Leaving my house for my journey up the mountain, I still held this as my truth. I wore my bathing suit under my clothes, packed a towel and change of clothes in my bag, and mentally prepared myself to face the muck.
We had already walked for about an hour by the time we reached the trails head. The path we took was an old road, probably used as a farm road at some point. It wound back and forth, giving us great views of the surrounding countryside and other mountains that made up the Ring of Cuchulain. It was not particularly steep, but there were ‘poop mines’ to avoid, as sheep and cows had traveled the road as well.
We reached a gated off area, with a step over next to the gate (a small built in ladder), and crossed into what was being used as a grazing land for his animals. It was not really a field, being mostly filled with brush and ragged looking trees. This path was more narrow, and wound back and forth, here and there, but obviously looking like a well trod trail. After crossing the ladder/gate, and walking for about 20 minutes through said poop mines, we came to a most peculiar barricade.
On our side it looked like a downed hawthorn tree, or a heavy stack of hawthorn brush, on the other side it was pallets roped together. I believe the barricade was designed to keep his cows in, because even cows are not stupid enough to plow through a barricade of Hawthorn (thorn is even in the name). But me…I love Hawthorn, in fact I have Hawthorn tattooed on my left shoulder. It is a fairy tree, and a powerful protector.
The barrier was not a deterrent to me, just as the idea of visiting the hag was not scary to me. If you are friends with such beings, you simply know to respect their customs.
Shortly after crossing the barrier the ground exploded in color…as the hillside was literally covered in Heather in various shades of purple. It was deliciously intoxicating, in its vibrancy and I soon began adorning my hat.
The other thing I saw of notice when we got over the barricade, was that we were still in the foothills of the mountain. At this point, I realized that the trip to visit the Calliagh Berra for me at least was one I had to earn. It was not an easy trek, or a quick check in.
We traveled on, and finally met up with the road…yes the road. There is a road that leads almost to the top, from a few towns over. Taking the road gives people the option of getting a fantastic view, and if so choosing…a climb of 30 minutes to the top. Albeit that climb is a steep one.
Where we met the road, we still had a significant walk before the actual climb, but the road was significantly more pleasant then avoiding poop mines and climbing over Hawthorn barricades.
When we got to the parking lot; at the base of the climb, we met up with other travelers. We told them they could go ahead of us, up the goat climb of the mountain, as we would be most likely walking slow, having traveled from Mullugbane. They were actually shocked, and might have thought we were a bit nutty. But such is the way of a spiritual adventurer…
The last bit of the climb was a rocky, goat trail, in which you really had to watch your footing. Stones had been made into stairs, and I did not take a lot of pictures of this part, as I was too busy watching where I tread.
When we were nearly to the top, we saw the travelers we had met in the parking lot on their way down. We spoke for a few minutes on their short stay at the top, and I told them I planned on going into the water. At this point we were really cold, wearing sweaters and rain coats. They explained that it would most certainly be brisk, but little else.
About 3 more minutes into the hike, and the weather completely changed. It went from being just cold to whipping winds, low visibility, and a cold mist that chilled you to the bone. We had reached the cloud cover. At this point, my husband and I decided that I would be a fucking idiot to try and go into the lake, specially seeing we had a 3 hour hike back to our lodging.
By the time we reached the top, there was no way I would even consider it. The cloud cover was so thick, that we couldn’t even see the lake, until the very end of our stay there (after spending time in the Calliagh Berra’s house), when there was a brief break in the cloud cover.
In the Calliagh Berra’s house, I made offerings. She wanted all of the flowers I had gathered on her mountain, as well as the crystals and feathers I had already planned to bring her. I spent time inside her home toning & singing, offering up my voice and energy, in thanks for being able to stand in her energy.
You can watch the video of me singing on my Facebook page… Singing in Calliagh Berras house
After giving our offerings, and spending time in he wild energy, we began our descent down the mountain. At this point my husband said “Well you couldn’t go in the lake, but you needed to make a sacrifice anyways. You had to take the long road, door to door, from our door to hers”.
This is an important factor in Sacred Travel. We can set out with the grandest of intentions, our story laid out of what we plan to do, but in the end it is a journey shared between the one who travels and the gods. It seldom goes according to plan, it is almost always trying, and in the end it is greatly rewarding. Perhaps I never needed to go into the muck, I just had to set out with a dedication that I would, no matter how difficult it would be for me. It was the dedication, the willingness that matters.
Our journey was long, it had a lot of aches and discomforts, but it was something I will now hold as as a deep treasure.
We will try to get to the lake again before we leave the North, but only if weather is permitting, and we will take the car as far to the top as we can. If I never make it into the lake, I will still know that I have been tried by the Calliagh Berra and that I succeeded.
As for today, we are off to the Giant’s Causeway…more work to be done.
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.
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