Journey Reflections from the Mountain (Mount Shasta Tales, Part Two)
That’s how long I’ve been on this personal retreat; first to the Vancouver, BC area… and then to Mount Shasta, CA – one of the key spiritual “energy vortices” of the world. I’ve been getting the calling to come here for the past 2.5 years. I was TOLD last December, under no uncertain terms, that I WOULD be coming here, by June latest.
So here I came… or should I say, to here I’ve returned.
The trip to White Rock/Vancouver, BC was a separate, awesome experience in itself… so foreign, and yet so familiar and comfortable.
But… heading into Mount Shasta, California…
I want to tell you: No matter what you read, or what you think you might feel before you “come to the mountain,” it IS a different world here, and you can’t understand that until you’re here and can FEEL it. Seriously; at some point on the way in, I KNOW I must’ve moved through a dimensional doorway. After just three or four hours of being here… without a better way to explain it in words, I literally could FEEL every cell in my body spread out… and I could literally feel MORE SPACE in between every cell. Lots more! Which, in essence, allows a “living meditation”… because everything just IS here. What a lesson in BEing!
So much space… between cells, between words, between thoughts. Just SPACE. More than I’ve ever felt before. And thus, time actually feels like it’s slower (I could swear I’ve been here for a month… LOL), because every moment is SO FULL.
And the mountain… you literally feel the mountain welcoming you home. “It’s been awhile… welcome back…” And such a preponderance of being embraced with love.
From that feeling, everything moves so much more peacefully in this area. The experiences I’ve had here have been beyond amazing… how many people I’ve met that I feel like I’ve known forever (which, you know, of course I have); how many people I’ve met in passing that I end up HUGGING after our interaction… because it’s like being home. And I can’t even begin to explain how much “unexplainable” stuff in the rest of the world is commonplace here… and almost overlooked because it’s simply expected.
It IS home for me… an ancient, ancient one. The original one. There is far more to explain about THAT statement than I can cover in this one blog post. It’s a place about which I’ve been having visions for the past several years; above ground and below ground. It’s the place where the mythical Telos resides underneath and is superimposed over the mountain, in a higher frequency.
It truly is another world… and the moment I got here, my heart transported me immediately to another time, to the memories I’ve uncovered of being here way, way, way in the past… in the beginning, during Lemuria.
I know I’m typically very forthright about my spiritual experiences (of course, that’s the purpose of this blog, right?)… but for now, I’m holding many of the details close to me. This trip went far, far deeper than I ever could have anticipated, and it’s so intimate that I’m not ready to share the energy or some of the details of it. Yet. But I will say this: In the past 12 days, I have brought up and released some VERY deep muck that I didn’t even know I had. My heart has broken wide open and been healed and mended multiple times in the healing process… so much that for several nights, I had Archangel Ezekiel at my side, prominently residing at the side of my bed as I tossed and turned. One night, I had Ezekiel AND Adama (the head of the Council of 12 of Telos/Lemuria… aka Archangel Daniel – more on that later) there, as I was being given some huge energetic download that lasted most of the night… and I was paralyzed with the intensity and brightness of it. However, in the morning… I became a new person… to get to the really, really core level to clear out the rest.
There is so much hiking, so many mountains and lakes and waterfalls in the area, that you can be any place in nature with a beautiful view within 10 minutes. And most of them all have their own energy.
Castle Lake was my first jaunt on my own, shortly after I got to Mount Shasta. I hiked to two spots that were fairly secluded… sat on the water on rocks and had the most phenomenal time with elementals… completely audible and visible in plain sight (even though it took me a little while to tune in and realize what I was seeing/hearing). Such a huge healing there, and such a beautiful (and fun) spot!
I spent an afternoon with a friend at the nearby Stewart Mineral Springs… I don’t need to say anything more about that, beyond simple bliss!
One morning I climbed Spring Hill with a friend… a beautiful hike with yet more spectacular views of Mt. Shasta and surrounding mountains (including Black Butte and the Eddy Mountains).
And other moments at Lake Siskiyou, so quiet and contemplative…
I got lost on the bottom half of Mount Shasta, with my housemate here, A’shaya… and had a great time doing it (see my post, Getting Lost to Find Our Way, Mount Shasta Tales Part One)
What was truly amazing was my access to Panther Meadows, the most sacred site on Mount Shasta, near the peak. When I was talking about the dates for my trip plans, a friend I made who lives here in Mount Shasta kept on telling me that it’s unfortunate that I wouldn’t get there, because they NEVER open the road to Panther Meadows (closest to the top of the mountain) before July 1st. I just told her I was following guidance, because I had gotten very specific dates on when to come… and if it wasn’t meant to be, so be it. On Friday (June 15th), my housemate here told me she’d heard that Panther Meadows had been opened… and then I heard it again when I was shopping in one of the downtown shops by a local shopkeeper. Surprise all around… so… I was able to go after all.
I’ve been up there three times in a two-day period, regardless of the snow up there. The first time was so profound and intense and personal that I choose not to share it… quite yet. Let’s just say I was “shown” where I would go the night before in my dreams… when we arrived there, I immediately recognized it… and I was instantaneously overwhelmed by the number of Beings present at the Meadows as I entered… it was jam-packed… because I realized that I knew all of them. My original soul family, there waiting… and at that overwhelming moment when I remembered all of them, the energy/presence of all of them, my heart just opened up with joy and love at being there, seeing them again, as though I’d never forgotten. What happened after that… well, let’s just say that Adama and St. Germain were there to help me clear out the REST of the muck that was under the layer that had been cleared out, in one fail swoop. It was so beautiful, so freeing, and so absolutely sacred… that I sat on my knees in the mud in the midst of the snow and sobbed. First from pain and sadness of so much realization… and then, as that all flowed out, from joy and the overwhelming love from all of it.
It was just beyond words.
The second time I went back was simply a solitary contemplation… more space… and the feeling of support from all around me, with some messages that were important to process.
The third time… I was shown another spot further up the springs on the Meadows – again in my dreams – and when I found the spot, I stood there and was saturated with the most brilliant light I’ve experienced. I felt so big, with so much space… that I still feel like I’m glowing.
And then I was done with Panther Meadows… so I departed with such huge gratitude and love for the acknowledgement and healing I had received.
This evening – my last evening here – I had been reminded from another “new-old friend” I’d made here about Ascension Rock, up on the mountain. For some reason, I felt the pull to go back up, and this time find this spot. On the way, I was guided to stop in several other locations… and then I reached it. I sat in meditation, half aware, half somewhere far away… and I suddenly heard clearly, “Look up… look at where the sun shines through the trees…” I did and immediately saw the violet light and the orbs… and surprisingly, though my phone camera hadn’t done much to capture any of that for the rest of this trip, I actually got some amazingly cool pictures with it there.
Again, I felt so surrounded, nurtured, and loved.
Beyond the spots, I have met a number of people I “already know”… and it’s amazing how quickly we connect. And, even more amazing is the string of people I’ve met who talk to me, give me the piece I’m to get from them… and then they forward me on to who has the next “piece” – “Oh, you HAVE to meet _________…. here’s their contact information, tell them I sent you…” And so on. If I stopped to think about it… it would make my head spin. But it’s really just how an entirely conscious environment allows manifestation to play out, so effortlessly!
So, I’ve packed my things to go home tomorrow, and am sitting here this evening, just soaking in every last moment at the house where I’ve rented a room, great energy in itself right on the lower part of the mountain. I’m so thankful for this, for my journey, for my path… and for the fun and incredible moments that are more and more common as I go along.
Part of my quest here was to determine whether it was a suitable place to hold some classes for the Trinity Energy I teach… well, it was never really a question… it was simply SEEING and FEELING how it would fit here. And, finding out how perfectly the Trinity Energy ties in to what others are understanding and experiencing in the same but different ways. Perfectly.
I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to try out Victoria Lee’s Trinity Table (even though I’ve tried the one in North Carolina before)… we’d had such a long and lovely conversation (someone else I’ve just met that I’ve known forever)… but as she said, “Well, next time… because you’ll be back…”
Absolutely. I’ll be back. Conscious memory is in my blood now… and it won’t be long. 🙂