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…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.

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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…Pina Coladas and Cheeseburgers [errand girl of the dead]

My Aunt Sheila died a couple of years ago.  In many ways, she was more like a big sister, as she was only 7 years older than me, and had to drag me along a lot when she was a teenager.   When she died, she started using a particular song to get my attention, whenever she needed to communicate with those she loved who were still alive, particularly her daughter Morgan.

Now Sheila and I did not have the same taste in music, and the song she chose is one that I do not particularly like, Rupert Holmes ‘Escape’, the 1980’s ‘Pina Colada’ song.  In short, she loved it, I hate it.

A few weeks ago, she began popping into my head with her favorite song, simply singing the chorus in my head “If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain”.  By the time the first verse is done, I know it’s her and am generally begging her to stop singing it.  In truth, she is very clever.  Using a song I don’t like, grabs my attention, like being stung by a hornet.  I just want it to stop.

One night, after getting my full attention with her musical serenade, she told me she needed me to reach out to her daughter, and let her know how proud she was of her, and how she was watching over her.  This was not a surprising statement, and made me aware of the fact that her daughter was really mourning her, at this moment in time.  I reached out to my cousin, who is more of a niece, passing on my aunts message.  This seemed to be sufficent for the moment.

It was not!

Sheila is opportunistic, and spends a lot of her time, trying to figure out the best way to reach out to people.  Friends of hers have sent me videos and pictures with orbs in them, asking me if I think this could be Sheila.  My answer is always yes, as I know her to be a ‘pushy’ Spirit.  This is not a bad thing, simply a fact.  If she wants you to know she’s around, she will keep at it, until you do.

About a week after she was serenading me in the car, she took advantage of the fact that I was going to be driving through the same town her daughter lived in, on my way to the airport.  Normally, a trip to the airport would be a tight schedule, but our flight to Milwaukee (to teach Earth Magic) was an early morning one, so we planned to stay with friends in Boston, the night before.  Which meant more time to be maneuvered by Spirit.

It has always been my belief, that getting there is half the fun.  I love road trips, and the feeling of being slightly sleep deprived, and giddy.  I love spontaneous stops along the way, to observe the beauty of nature, or the weirdness of little towns.  Thankfully, so did my traveling companions, my sister Sandy and our ‘adopted’ sister Missy (who was driving Sandy and I to Boston).  With this in mind we gave ourselves over to the fact, that there would be stops along the way, and they would most likely be led by Spirit, and Bessy; the genius locus/spirit of place, that is Missy’s vehicle.

Bessy loves adventure, which means there is no straight shot to Boston, but instead a meandering road of wyrd opportunity.   The first stop was literally 5 minutes down the road, when we needed to stop for some wyrd car malfunction, only to see we were parked next to a huge head of Witches Broom growing on an old pine.  The pine’s roots were down in the ravine next to the curb of the road, and the broom was at easy picking level.  It was obvious that the plant wanted me to take a few sprigs with me to Wisconsin, so I snipped a few, thanked the tree, and jumped back in the car.

Witchs Broom is a deformity that can form on a Pine tree, in which a ball of branches forms.  Energetically it carries the properties of the Pine-cleansing, purifying, attracting abundance, as well as the symbolic energy of a witches broom…flying, astral travel, shifting ones reality.  It was a perfect bit to be added to the weekends intensive.

Soon I was back in the car and we were on our way.  We made it as far as the Basin, in the Franconia Notch, NH before stopping again, where we once again collected some bits for our travels; birch bark, a rock and a piece of wood that had been tossed around by the rivers current. By this point, my Dad (who is a Spirit) had joined us on our trip.  He loved adventure of any kind, and is pretty much guaranteed to be along on any trip we take.

The third stop on our trip was a simple one, a late lunch at 5 guys in Manchester, NH.  Something we thought would be a simple in and out.  But in fact it ended up starting me on an errand run, for the Spirits.  My aunt in particular.

While at 5 guys, they got my order wrong twice, which meant I ended up with 2 extra burgers.  We all laughed at how absurd this was; as there was only one other customer in the restaurant, and commented on how my dad must have wanted burgers too.  With this in mind, we wrapped up the other burgers, deciding we would leave them somewhere along the road as an offering for my dad.  We left my father’s burgers on a rock in an industrial park, surrounded by stones.  I know the crows will love the meat, and my dad loved the offering.

I speak about Spirit offerings often, and how the Dead love to be given offerings of their favorite foods, beverages, and libations.  When given an offering of this kind, the Spirit does not actually eat the food, or drink the beverage.  Instead they partake of the energy that the food carries, and the remembrance itself.

As we left the industrial park, with some flower blossoms, and bits we had collected, I checked in on Facebook, as I had been posting pictures of our journey so far.  Immediately, I saw that my niece/cousin had responded to my pictures, saying “Pit stop in Manchester?”.   I knew upon seeing her words, that it was all connected.  The extra burgers, the quick stop to drop off my dad’s burgers.  I wrote back to her…“Where are you?  We are in Manchester now”.

We were literally less then 3 miles from where she was volunteering at a local recovery center HOPE of New Hampshire.

Spirit, particularly that of my Dad and his sister Sheila, got us where we needed to be.  Morgan, was very close to her mother, and had really been feeling her loss heavily.  She needed to connect to family, and needed to hear from her mom in a big way.  It was a short visit, simple yet powerful, for the death of my aunt had sent her daughter (morgan) spiraling into drug addiction.  Something she has been fighting hard against for over a year now.

Sheila wanted Morgan to know how proud she was of her.  How she had taken her struggles and weaknesses and turned them into strength and purpose.  I too am truly proud of my cousin, and was so happy to see her in her element, doing what she does best.  She now works and volunteers in the field of recovery, and is working hard every day to help others as much as she helps herself.

I see this story as one that not only shows the power of Spirit to communicate with the ones they love, but also as a story of how we can carry our wounds in more then one way.  We can take that which has hurt us, and hold onto it as an excuse for why we will never be happy, or we can choose to see our hardships as lessons, meant to strengthen us and give us purpose.  Morgan has chosen the latter, she has taken her hardships and turned them into tools, into a foundation that can be built upon. For that I am very proud of her, and of her mother who has not stopped parenting, even though she is dead.

We all hold inside of us the ability to change our story.  We may not be able to change the hardships we have faced, or the wrongs done to us by ourselves or others, but we can change what that story does to us.  Each and every one of us is flawed, each and every one of us is also divine.  We were created, to be co-creators of our reality.  Do not let your troubles define you, instead let them be the fuel that makes you step more fully into all that you are capable of.  Remember we are made of Stardust!

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SACRED TRAVELS…Merlin’s Cave [part 2…tintagel]

Tintagel sea coast, outside Merlin's Cave

Tintagel sea coast, outside Merlin’s Cave

I have spent a lot of time thinking about the difference between Vacation & Pilgrimage.  Vacation is warm and comfortable, it’s relaxing and filled with savory bits; yummy food & a bit of pampering.  Pilgrimage is challenging, often lacking in comfort and has a tendency to push one to their limits; always asking us to look deep for what more we have to offer, change and release.  Myself I prefer the latter.  I like to be pushed, to hover on the edge of what I can and cannot handle.

Traveling with 21 people can be challenging, no matter how wonderful those 21 people are.  Everyone has different needs, and getting all of us ready to go and in the vans on time is generally like herding cats.  Now I mean this in the best way possible, because I love cats.  But cats are independent and often have their own view on what they think is possible.  Another factor around time is that everything over here takes about 20 minutes, with some 20 minutes being much longer then others.  Yesterday we drove for 20 minutes into Tintagel.  It was a long 20 minutes, about 2. 5 hours.  I am learning that no matter what the suggested time travel is, it is not even close.  The roads are incredibly narrow, with high hedges and the people of this country seem to live in an alternate reality of meandering and lollygagging, getting there when you get there.  As someone who lives by a tight schedule in my regular world, this is one of the ways I am pushed out of comfort, and into more.

Outside the Witch Museum, sporting my completely impractical outfit for sea caving

Outside the Witch Museum, sporting my completely impractical outfit for sea caving

As I said earlier, I like to be pushed, in fact I seek it out.  I like to see what I am capable of and how much the universe has to offer.  I like to look at things from the perspective of the Seeker, learning what the world is about with the curiosity of a cat.  But like a cat, I am not always the most prepared gal.  Yesterday, I remembered my rubber boots, but decided I would be fine with a light sweater, short dress and cape.  Arriving in Tintagel, I was surprised by just how windy it was, and glad I wore full coverage underpants and I exposed myself to my fellow travelers in the parking lot, after exiting the van.  The rain was a bit heavier then I thought, but even this just made me think how I was going to need to pull on my reserves to get through the day; which involved entering a sea cave, how I was going to have to hold my dress down the entire day or be constantly flashing people my undies.

Then my trusty companion & Spirit Guide, Adam (my doorman) reminded me that I had left my raincoat in the van.  Brilliant…I had left it in the van, just for the purpose that I never knew when I would need it.  This was a great reminder to me, that when we release control and avoid panicking, the universe usually provides.  If I had been squirming about; fretting over my unsuitable clothes, I would not have heard his gentle reminder that I was more prepared then I thought.  As I donned my jacket, I couldn’t help thinking it was not only protecting me from the rain & wind, but coming down below my knees, it also solved my flashy dress predicament.  Life is good, and I was happy, warm and dry with low  (underwear) exposure in my future.

Merlin's Cave

Merlin’s Cave

Tintagel is the mythical birth home of Arthurian legend.  With it’s unpenetrable castle remains on top of a high cliff, complete with a large Sea Cave beneath it, it is truly magical.  I had been to Tintagel before in 2011, and decided to skip the castle remains as our time there was short and the weather is was very wet & blustery; not exactly the sort desired for being at a high elevation, with nothing to brace the elements (not to mention some serious land energy vortexes).  But the cave, now that was a different story.  In fact it was/is the story, the reason we traveled to Tintagel.

The back side of Merlin's Cave

The back side of Merlin’s Cave

Merlin’s Cave as it is known, is a sea cave.  It is open on both ends to the sea, and filled with water during high tide.  Visitors need to plan their visits to coincide with low tide, or you will not be able to enter.  We had planned accordingly, and arrived with plenty of time to explore & do a bit of magic (science that has not yet been explained).  My favorite sort of magic to do in places such as this, is sound.  I must first add, that the sound of the cave itself was magical; as the wind howled and whipped through the cave.  The acoustics were amazing and called to us to lend voice and join in the revelry.  Soon, many of our group were singing & toning, offering up our prayers for the land through our voices and energetic bodies.  We howled and swooned, and let the wind blow us about; being so powerful I could let myself lean back into it and be supported.

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Photo by Dynisio Singing with the Spirit of Place in Merlin’s cave

Our time in the cave was powerful, and we all explored, played an made magic in our own ways; receiving healing, giving healing, connecting to the land and one another as a group.  Magic is not a foreign thing, a scary thing, but a powerful piece of human existence.  It is the innate power that lies in all of us to connect to the unseen world and become more; both physical & spiritual.  Children connect in this way naturally, as it has not yet been trained out of them.  Most grown-ups need to relearn the ability to find magic, but when we do it is powerful and beautiful.

For me, Merlin’s cave was about recharging my battery.  The wind that howled through the cave, sang deeply to my heart and spirit, reminding me of the timelessness of my soul.  Fueling me with the vital life force the Earth itself gives to us.  Returning to England, for me is like returning to a lover, for I first came here in 2011 when I married the Earth.  To sit in the hollows of the mother/lover/Earth, I feel the love she gives to me, each and every day.  I am reminded of the magic and power that stirs, and swirls in her depths and in my very being.

After coming out of the depths of the mother, we finished our magical day at the Witch Museum in Boscastle.  I gave thanks for those that walked the path of the wise before me, the ones who suffered and were persecuted, and the ones who tended the needy from the hedge, and I gave thanks that today, I am able to use my gifts in the light of day.  Well I hope you enjoyed the read folks, I am off and running, onto my next adventure.

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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…Walking Down Memory Lane [going home]

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

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

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

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

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

Grammybrowngrave2As part of our adventure in the North Woods, we had a picnic planned with my Father’s family (in Spirit), in the Whitefield graveyard.  Driving there I couldn’t help but think about all the time I spent in graveyards as a kid.  I like graveyards, in fact I would go as far as to say ” I love graveyards”.  I don’t spend much time there as an adult, as I now, tend to speak to the Dead from the comfort of living rooms and kitchens.  But, I do love the way stepping into a graveyard, immediately connects you to the sacred.  And how as a Medium, it becomes like a park filled with fascinating stories and beautiful souls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stories of Spirit…Hugging my Father [stepping through the veil]

Laying under a copper pyramid; my body laid out with a crystal grid, I had an Exceptional Moment with Spirit…I received a full, tangible, hug from my dead father.

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I had spent the weekend; working and playing at Robert Simmons ‘Alchemy of Stones Intensive’ in Burlington, VT.  I can not fully describe how amazing it was to be playing in sacred space with so many high energy crystals, and loving people.  Almost 200 people had gathered to work with Spiritual Alchemy and Crystals; with a goal of awakening ones Intuitive gifts and paving the way towards ascension.

Ascension-the act of rising to an important position or a higher level.

My weekend was an intense one, as I was there both as a professional (doing Spirit Communication & Psychic Readings), and as a participant.  My days were long, with mornings starting way before I normally feel human.  Seeing clients during the time between workshops meant, I started seeing people at 7:30am, with my days ending somewhere between 7:30 & 11pm.  This kind of juxtaposition (two things being placed together with contrasting effect) of work & study, created a warp in the web of reality; making me feel between the worlds for days.

I feel like I cannot do this tale justice without first setting the space; allowing you a glimpse of the energy we were working with.  There were almost 200 people participating in the workshop, and hundreds and hundreds of  Crystal Beings.  *take a deep breathe, before you scoff off the idea of Crystal Beings, and remember the world is much bigger then we perceive with our visual eyes, and you are reading the blog of a woman who makes her living talking to the Dead.*  The details of the Intensive; the workings itself, the intent, and the content of knowledge being worked with; on both the Intuitive & Intellectual level were truly inspiring.  If you have never had a chance to connect with Robert Simmons through his writing or in person, I highly recommend it.  I felt honored to be part of such fantastic work.

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Two ballrooms were used for the workshop: one for the teaching, learning, and alchemy, and the other for the shiny bits of Crystal goodness that was for sale.  The work space had copper pyramids set up in each of the 4 corners of the room.  The pyramids were programmed and designed with intention, and large enough for 4 chairs underneath.  They were created with copper piping; which was filled with high energy crystals, and each had large crystals placed around the base.   It is not an understatement to say the room buzzed energetically.  I will not go into all of the exercises we did, but I will say they were well crafted and personal.  Something, I found remarkable in such a large group of people.  So let’s fast forward to the end of the weekend, and my Exceptional Moment of Spirit.

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The last exercise of the weekend involved working with a partner; doing crystal grids on one another.  The room was packed when I walked in; with the chairs removed and folks were sitting on the floor with yoga mats.  As I looked around the room for a space, I noticed that no one was under the pyramid designed for Ascension, and considering my ‘jump girl’ mentality…I made a Bee-line for it.  As I spread out my yoga mat, one other woman joined me.  We quickly connected in that open-heart way that comes when working with high-energy.  There were hand outs; that described the crystal lay out we were to set up on one another.  I had not received the hand outs, but my partner had somehow received two, so no worries.  As I began to lay out the grid on my partner, I noticed that our grid did not look like everyone else’s.  Then Robert explained there were 3 exercises, the third one being the Ascension lay out.  I looked down at my papers, and then at her copy & had to chuckle to myself as I realized we had 2 copies of the 3rd lay out…the one for Ascension.  After the first exercise was done, I told my partner about our lay out situation, and we decided ‘what the hell’…we did not believe in coincidence. & would do the 3rd lay out, 3 times.  After all, it was unlikely that we accidentally were both drawn to working under the Ascension pyramid, and then only got the Ascension lay out.

dad&meThe last of the 3 lay outs for me was the most remarkable.  As I lay there with my body covered in crystals, listening to the soft music & vibrating with the energy moving through me; I journeyed in my mind.  Now, I am not knew to Shamanic Journeying & Vision Quest.  But this time it took on a completely real momentum.  I saw in front of me a black hole; surrounded by white light.  I did not hesitate, and walked through the blackness.  On the other side of the black hole, was my father.

grammybrownI first noticed how clear everything was.  It was like sitting in the real world.  The colors, sounds, smells, feelings were all absolutely real.  Normally my experience in the other worlds is more like a video.  This was completely, utterly real.  My Dad looked like he did about 10 years before he died; healthy, broad, and a bit stocky.  Unlike his skinny, old man self, he had become in the last years of his life.  He smiled at me, and then gave me a hug.  It was like hugging someone in the flesh.  I could truly, feel him hugging me, as completely as I could if he were alive.  I began to cry….I cried as he hugged me, and my body cried as I laid on my yoga mat, covered in crystals, under the Ascension pyramid.  This went on for what seemed to be 10-15 minutes.  I kept saying, I can’t believe how real this is.  I then said to him through tears…if I can feel you this fully, I want to hug Grammy, and Grammy Brown stepped forward to hug me.  She also looked like herself at about 75, old but healthy.  I could feel the knuckles of her hands and smell her hairspray and cigarettes…..I cried with joy, and I cried with awe.

The rest of the weekend, I was astonished and overjoyed by my experience.  As a Medium, I see, hear, smell, and feel Spirit regularly.  But not like that.  Not so completely, that I would believe they were alive.  Not even in my dreams, have I experienced the world of Spirit so fully.  I believe I stepped completely through the Veil that day.  I did not just stand at the thin spot and connect, I crossed into their world.  In fact, I remember thinking to myself as I held my grandmother, that it would not take much for me to slip into this space completely, if I so choose.  I believe standing in the world of Spirit, that I could have chosen to release myself from life, if I had wanted to.

The next day, when riding home from Burlington; my husband driving, I thought about my experience.  I wondered whether I would need to enter deep trance to feel my Beloved Dead so fully again.  And as I sat there thinking, my grandmother reached out and took my hand.  I could feel the knuckles of her hands, so pronounced on her arthritic hands.  I cried…In fact, I have cried just about every time I have told this story to anyone.  The only thing keeping me from doing so now; is that I am at the Cafe & wearing eye makeup.  LOL.

I will be thinking about this experience for quite some time.  I will explore it and experiment with it, as that is my nature.  But for now, my take on it, is that I did cross into the world of Spirit; truly & completely.  I can not begin to completely understand where this will take me.  But I am a firm believer in Psychic Evolution; and believe that we are all emerging from our deep slumber, waking up and expanding.  We are becoming more, and I for one am excited about it.  I hope you have enjoyed the read Folks.  This one was truly exceptional for me.

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