In the Dark, In the Light… Pluto’s Cave and Guidance!

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Looking back down the tunnel via flashlight, from the end. It might be challenging to see at this size and resolution… but the orb that clearly shows itself in the upper right, under the opening, presented itself to me as an elemental. What’s REALLY cool about this picture is in the upper right, OVER the doorway… there’s an outline of pretty much the upper half of a being showing it’s face… and I see several wispy others in here… can you?

I’ve been making a trip at LEAST once yearly to Mount Shasta since 2012; it’s now tied to me teaching the Instructor’s class of Trinity Energy Progression (for more on some of the reasoning for that, see the Trinity Website)

That’s my guidance.

Mount Shasta is… another world, another dimension entirely, if you allow it to be! I’ve written about it before (see the posts from my first trip – in this life – on my original Website, Road to Awakening, from 2012: Getting Lost to Find Our Way… (Mount Shasta Tales, Part One) and Journey Reflections from the Mountain (Mount Shasta Tales, Part Two).

So, here I am, on my yearly excursion, here a few days before the class joins me. Again… guidance. I just knew it was important to be here alone up front, even if I didn’t know why, until a few weeks ago.

There’s been so much about accepting, embracing, and integrating the darkness, remembering it as part of the light; so when I was suddenly getting loud and clear that it was important for me to go to Pluto’s Cave – a mile-long, 190,000-year-old lava tube north of the mountain – I mistakenly believed it was in relation that. Sorta, kinda… not really.

Many believe this is one of the doorways opening into the underworld civilizations of Agartha and Telos. THAT’S what I was missing!

All I know was that my guidance was to GO. I read up on getting there, on recommended preparations (bring/wear a flashlight with extra batteries, good hiking/climbing shoes, a sweatshirt, water, and a partner). However, I was getting to just go… on my own. So… I trusted.

I tried getting there earlier; there were delays and redirects. I found the parking lot to the trail to the cave, and pulled in… just at the same time another group had just gotten there. I looked over… and there were twelve earthy, vibrant young adults in their late teens and MAYBE early twenties; and one man in my age group, maybe older. I thought, “Wasn’t I supposed to do this alone?” My answer, loud and clear: “This is who you’re to be with.” I hesitated at first, and asked, “Really?” Yes, absolutely… I felt it.

I admit, at first I was a bit standoffish, because in anticipation that I’d be alone, my first planned order of business was biological. I actually booked past the group, onto the trail, and instead of taking the turnoff to the cave… I continued on, until I’d seen they’d gone ahead… and, well… took care of business! (I know, TMI, right? There will be a little tidbit later about why I’m sharing this here.)

When I got up and turned around, I made my way to the caves. It took me a few extra twists and turns (basically it’s in a pretty remote, desert area), but I found it. As I walked up, I heard voices that sounded very obviously like the opening of a spiritual ceremony. As I approached, I recognized the older man was sort of a guide to the group. He looked up at me, and asked if I’d like to join them… to which I replied, “Of COURSE! We’re here together… it was obviously arranged, so I might as well!” Then someone in the group commented about “there’s the 13th person”… and that was that; I was smudged and welcomed! The leader talked about how the spirit of the owl guards this cave, and he pointed out an owl’s nest high in the rocks at the entrance. He told us that sometimes groups get blessed with the actual presence of the owl.

We began our journey in through the beginning, where there are a holes in the ceiling from collapses, providing beautiful beams of light in the contrast to the dark. As we walked toward the first one… a big, beautiful owl soared quietly over us! After we moved past the opening… it flew by again! Such magnificence!

Mostly, we were all in awe of the beauty and energy of the tunnel itself. It was definitely a rocky slope, up and down… and the deeper we got, the blacker it got. Yet, it felt nourishing, embracing… and I could feel the presence of many in the “non-physical” along with us! Also, what I often hear in high vibration places, I just knew, in my consciousness:  “It’s a little bit rough to discourage those who aren’t truly guided or ready…”

We pressed on, and I spoke with many in short spurts as we proceeded in the dark (save the single beams of the flashlights). I spoke quite a bit with the leader, nicknamed Bobbles (not sure of the spelling, but you get the idea). He started by asking me, “So what brings you here?” My answer: “Guidance.” He nodded, and said, “Good enough!” We talked about Mt. Shasta (he’s a recent transplant), about the synchronicity of us arriving together… and my half-joke was, “Yes… but I’ve learned to just allow it to happen here at Shasta… because it’s such an energetic home! I’ve never gone anyplace else where it’s so prevalent that I run in to people, we recognize each other (even though we haven’t previously met in this life), and can just say, “Hey!! Wow, it’s been LIFETIMES since we’ve seen each other… and know that it’s true!” That got a laugh of understanding from most of the group.

Bobbles said he’d intended to invite me to join them right in the parking lot, but I hurried off, and he figured I wanted to be alone… and then, when I veered off, he figured I wasn’t “taking that path.” I laughed… and told him why… and he laughed, too, and thanked me for telling him, because he’d been pretty sure I was to join them.

As we progressed in, something in me… changed. Energetically, whatever was flowing through me increased dramatically, the further we progressed into the cave. Bigger and bigger… the only thing that kept me focused in the 3D was climbing up and down somewhat steep inclines and declines, on mostly BIG rocks, in complete darkness with exception of the beams of the flashlights. I also noticed that I was unusually out of breath, and sweatier than I would typically be for this kind of climb. However, I knew somehow it was completely energetic.

About 2/3 of the way in, we got to quite an opening, and Bobbles told everyone present to find a rock for a meditation. He waited until everyone was seated, and then we all turned off our lights. Complete darkness!!!

I barely had time to “tune in”… when everything amped up energetically EVEN MORE for me… and I suddenly REMEMBERED… the “seed.”

pyramidcrystalLet me back up a moment: A month ago, I took the Trinity instructors on a retreat on an island off the southern coast of NC; a place where I had been shown there is a vortex off the end of the southeast tip… and in that vortex was the energetic presence of what I call a Lemurian crystal chamber, which is a huge crystal pyramid I’ve seen “coming up from the oceans” for several years now. We all connected with the pyramid; its presence became stronger and stronger through our energetic work throughout the weekend. The culmination of the group and the weekend was all of us had agreed to come together to energetically “activate” this particular pyramid, “when the time was right.” And so it was! In the process, I also gained remembrance – and strongly/clearly reminded – that I am energetically the Guardian of that pyramid. When the group of us activated it, I assumed some sort of energetic “seed” into my being; I understood immediately that it was to be “planted” when I came to Mt. Shasta. At the time, I didn’t know (remember) the “where” or “when”… just that I was to do that.

I’d forgotten all about it.

When we were sitting there, I remembered hearing about being the Guardian of that pyramid, and getting “the seed.” And at that moment, I knew undoubtedly that as my part of this whole synchronistic event, I was there to “plant and activate the seed”… and receive something else, which I don’t yet consciously remember. However, it was JUST as BIG! And so I just sat in my Light… and I allowed it to happen.

I could see something spectacular happening, and simultaneously, I saw how everything had come together, so perfect, with this group, this guide, to be there in THAT moment! In the energetic hugeness of seeing that, I can’t tell you when in the timeline that Bobbles talked about how much work he and others had done to energetically clear the tunnel and get it “up to par”… and that somewhere in there, he’d understood that he is now the Guardian of the tunnel/cave! Guardian of that pyramid; Guardian of that tunnel/cave. The agreement we’d had was crystal clear – that he would be there to assist me in getting in to the point that was the most advantageous to do what I’d volunteered to do – because had I truly been alone, I’m not sure I would have ventured that far in on my own.

I was overwhelmed with the hugeness, as I saw a LOT that I didn’t consciously understand, but that my heart absolutely did. Quietly weeping in joy and gratitude, and being overwhelmed in the beauty of it, Bobbles rang a bell in the darkness several times. Moments after that, the entire group spontaneously began to tone; it was definitely otherworldly, and I knew and could see fully in that moment that those young adults in the group – pretty much the same age as my oldest daughter – are incarnate with a heavy piece of consciousness IN those higher dimension locations… because I know them THERE. The toning came from the higher dimensions… and it just got bigger and bigger.

After awhile, we were instructed to turn our lights back on, and we proceeded then to the end of the main tunnel. I could feel something just changing dramatically and it was affecting me physically; I asked if it was highest and best for me to continue to the end, and I basically understand at that point, it didn’t matter either way.

So i went to the end; we stayed there for awhile and then headed back.

I noticed increasing discomfort in my body; somewhere in there it started to feel leaden… and like I said, this was actually quite a moderate kind of hike that I’m typically very comfortable taking. I’d stopped for regular water breaks, and had been well nourished before I’d gotten there. This was different… and it grew and grew. I heard some pieces of my consciousness, pieces of my “higher memory,” saying, “We can let go of the physical body now…” and I said to them, in a commanding way, from an even higher place, “NO… CONTINUE ON. ALLOW, ACCEPT, EXPAND, ASSIMILATE…WE’RE DOING THIS DIFFERENTLY NOW!” And in another moment of great realization, I knew that the young adults in the group – these beautiful, gentle lights – had agreed to be there with me to HELP KEEP ME IN THE BODY, in support. Just when it would start getting unbearable, one of them would catch up (or vice versa), and would chat with me. At some point, my flashlight batteries went dead; as I said something to that affect and started digging in my backpack for my spare batteries, someone right behind me stopped and asked, “Do you need a light to help?” And then we proceeded together for awhile. One of them asked me, “So, you just came down here to do this by yourself?” My answer: “I was just guided to come.” A hesitation, and then, “Cool!”

As we got to back to the opening, I realized the tremendous discomfort I felt was such huge resistance at some levels of me, in keeping a physical body, AT THAT MOMENT. There was a tremendous fight going on in my consciousness! I would say I felt like I was going to throw up… but it was really the equivalent of feeling like I was going to throw up and my body was going to just dissolve.

So I just sat on a rock and breathed. I focused on my light, my wholeness, the Oneness… infinite flow, regardless of a physical body or not. And I felt… different.

After I thanked everyone and left, it still took me several hours of continuous conscious processing before I could function “in/with a physical body again” – I forced myself to eat a small amount of fruit, because I had to remind myself what that felt like to eat, I forced myself to drink water, for the same reason. I came back to the house where I’m renting while I’m here… just sat on the couch in the central meditation room… and just allowed.

And here I sit… and I will soon sleep, for tomorrow’s another adventure.

A side note: Something that stood out to me as indicative of whatever the multiple things the group did while we were in there (because it was everyone there with a different yet complementary purpose, even if not in conscious remembrance of it). When we went in to the cave, the sun was, in its typical fashion, out. When we returned to the mouth of the cave, it was raining… it stopped again briefly while we were outside, and as I sit here typing this, it’s raining again, more of a constant rain. Did we have an affect in opening this drought-ridden area? I know we were at least a PIECE of that!  😉

P.S. HUGE THANKS to Baubles… to everyone there… it was great seeing you “in 3D” again! Namaste!

AND… if you want to see more perspective on following guidance, see my Living the Shift GooglePlus Hangout/podcast from 7/7/15 (in the SAME DAY) on Allowing and Flowing With Change, Without Expectations.

The Angel Oak Tree – A Portal Doorway in SC (and Yet ANOTHER Lesson on Listening)

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As we go along on this amazing journey of awakening, at the individual through the Earth (and actually, universal) levels, more and more is opening up: more understandings, more and more synchronicities… and the need for more and more trust and faith that the higher self, and that when we do so, we are guided toward the most amazing and magnificent experiences!

On that, I’m jumping right into writing about such an experience I had this 4th of July holiday in the United States. Earlier on, around April and early May, my family and I were working on planning a 4th of July excursion. We hadn’t been to the beach for awhile for the 4th; for years, we had visited Myrtle Beach, SC, and hadn’t been back for just as many. So, feeling the pull to South Carolina (mere hours from where I live), I began the effort to set up our vacation.

After coming across dead end upon dead end in terms of hotels by Myrtle Beach – all within the more reasonable price range were pretty much booked solid – I was suddenly inspired to look into Charleston, South Carolina. I’ve had a number of friends who are from Charleston and/or who have lived or visited… all have raved about it. For me, until this point, I’d never had any pull to go. But suddenly, something had me start exploring the possibility. Of course – because that’s where we were SUPPOSED to go – everything fell into place easily, and we found some great deals, and a great place to stay, midway between downtown Historic Charleston and Kiawah (the beachfront).

A few days after we’d made our decision to make the trip, my husband told me that someone with whom he works had mentioned something called the Angel Oak Tree – the oldest known oak tree in the country – and that we should put it on our itinerary. As soon as he said it, it felt right, I got a little excited… and even without knowing anything about it, I agreed that we should put it on the list of things to do.

The BIGGEST Step: LISTENING, and Getting There!
The day we were planning to see the Angel Oak was part of our plans for a day at the ocean. OF COURSE, the tree was situated perfectly… in between our hotel and the beach! We went to the beach first, with plans to stop and see the tree on our way back.

This is the wholly amusing part of the story… and one I’ve already told a number of times, because it’s a PERFECT example of the purpose of listening to the voice of the Higher Self, even when the ego finds it inconvenient to do so!

When I’m at the beach, I’m completely in my element; I grew up at the water, and the ocean is still my favorite place to be. (On the more woo-woo side, I know I’ve had quite the extensive experience as part of the water world for an extended period of time… and have greatly favored it throughout this existence…but that’s a whole set of stories for another day!) Since I live several hours inland now, I cherish every moment I get to spend at/on/in the ocean. So, needless to say, once I’m there… I’m PARKED for awhile!

And so, there we were, at the beach on a PERFECT day; we had our pop-up tent, chairs and towels in the sun… the weather was a perfect 85 degrees with a light breeze, not a cloud in the sky, the beach was beautiful… and the water was WARM. The cycle quickly became playing in the water and swimming, sitting in the sun for a bit to dry off, sometimes a snack, and then back in the water again, etc. I could’ve stayed forever!

About 3 o’clock, I was laying on a lounge chair, getting a little bit of sun and meditation/snoozing in the bliss of it all. Suddenly, I got a nudge that it was time to go. I’m very accustomed to listening to the voice of the Higher Self (I would say that I trust it at a 9 on a scale of 1 to 10); however, at the beach that day… I just wanted to STAY.  I’d felt that nudge and thought (ego), “In a little while… right now, I’m BASKING… and don’t feel like leaving yet…”

After that, I turned over onto my stomach on my lounge chair… and while doing that, it felt like I was BITTEN by the hinge of the chair. I made a comment of the sort to my husband… yet just let it go; I was too comfortable.

And so, I snoozed a little bit.

A few minutes later, my two teenagers (who are fish themselves) came back from the water and commented, “How weird is THAT? Where did THAT come from?” I picked my head up and twisted around… to see one single rain cloud in the middle of the sky, off shore. I shrugged and said, “It’ll pass…” and turned back around and put my head back down… back to my bliss.

I felt it again… that nudge. And again, I thought, “But I’m SO COMFORTABLE right now, everything is SO PERFECT…”

About 15 minutes later, my husband – who was sitting in a chair next to me, reading a book – suddenly got a pull, and said, “You know, I think it’s time for us to go.”

I mumbled, “Not yet… in a little while, maybe around 4:30 or so…”

At that point, the girls came back up from the water, while my husband really, really felt the nudge himself (if SHE won’t listen… maybe HE will…  LOL), and said, “Well… look at the sky…” A little irritated, I turned around on the chair… to see a spread of cloud (like that single cloud had popped and oozed across the sky in such a short period of time). As I looked out onto the water, I could see a wall of rain coming toward us. And yet… I was still unwilling to go. I said, “Why now? We’re wet anyway, and it’s summertime… you know it will pass in a few minutes…” Yet, this time, he ignored me… apparently, this was one situation where he was listening much more closely than I was!

He just got up and started taking everything down, putting everything away, as the rain came in and pelted us. The whole time, I was grumbling and getting increasingly irritated… why were we leaving RIGHT THEN? Everything would be wet and covered with sand (like it wouldn’t, anyway)… what a waste to be doing all of this in the rain! And yet… my husband persisted… and kept on packing up, enlisting our kids to help, too. I begrudgingly joined in.

The moment we finished packing up, you guessed it… the sun came back out. At this point, we were committed… and my husband and 2 daughters were up ahead; I’d let myself lag a little behind, carrying some of our stuff, but mostly because I didn’t want to go. I’d become grumpy, trudging slowly on the sand… until I felt the equivalent of a thump upside the back of my head, and heard – LOUDLY – “You KNOW that if you’re being pushed to do something, to just TRUST that it’s for a purpose…”

I sighed heavily… and surrendered. I thought, “OK… I’ll go with it.” And I let go of the irritation (well, most of it, anyway!).

By the time we got to the car, my husband was trying to cheer me up; I told him not to bother – I was fine – and I told him what I’d heard on the way up from the beach.

As we pulled out, he said, “Next stop… the Angel Oak…”

Me in communion with the Angel Oak Tree, outside of Charleston, SC… connecting in to this magnificent portal (www.angeloaktree.com). Look closely… can you see the faces within the tree? Can’t you feel its amazing energy just looking at this picture?

Also funny to note: When we got there (and through most of when I was “merged” with the tree), there were quite a number of others there, as well… funny that my husband got a picture of me, all by myself, in the expanse of that area!)

 

 

Meeting The Angel Oak Tree Magnificence and Seeing the Doorways Within
When we pulled up to the gated area where the Angel Oak Tree resides – shortly after 4pm – all irritation from the beach was immediately forgotten. Even as we were walking along the gate to go inside, I could feel quite an amazing shift in energy… such openness, such peace, such beauty! When we walked in, and the fullness of this incredible tree saturate my being… my heart just opened WIDE! I was amazed that the lightness this tree exuded, regardless of it’s considerable size; the energy the tree exudes immediately reminded of the hometree from the movie Avatar, as if it would be real in this world. In fact, as that thought was passing through my mind, while I stood there and simply took the sight and feeling of this huge regal beauty, one of my daughters walked by and commented about the exact same thing!

It was only moments before I felt the intense pull to commune energetically with the tree… and in doing so, I knew that THIS was the MAIN REASON why we’d ended up in the Charleston area altogether!

As soon as I connected with the tree, I heard, “Welcome, Gatekeeper…” (a term I’ve had several Beings at higher levels of consciousness call me over the past several years, without conscious understanding or remembrance of why, yet) “… you’ve been expected.”

Simultaneously, I was seeing and experiencing the Universe via the tree… and I could feel multiple personas within; as I was considering that understanding, suddenly, something in the center of me and the tree opened up energetically… and I realized it was a portal; a HUGE one! I immediately knew that this was a portal doorway between at least 7 or 8 different worlds… and something else.

As I continued in this state of connectedness, I felt the consciousness of this portal reach down into me, and begin receiving the light codes I’d received while in Kauai this past February (see my post On Rebuilding the Earth and Rebuilding Ourselves). I could feel the transfer, and then I saw/felt something extraordinary happen: A doorway opened up not just between the tree and Kauai, but also to Mt. Shasta, CA (see my post Journey Reflections from the Mountain, Part Two), Pilot Mountain (see my post Stepping Through the Doorway at Pilot Mountain on 12-12-12)… and number of other “energy points” around our physical, 3D world.

They all overlaid each other energetically – while I was in the center of all of it – and while I did what I was guided to do, all fuzziness between the connections cleared and the openings/connections became crystalline, the doorway shifted into something new… and I was in all of those places at once!

Then, just as quickly as it had begun, I knew what I came here to do was done. Fait accompli.

I opened my eyes and disconnected… though I still felt the loving connection to the consciousness of the tree. While I was beginning to move away from it, my husband walked by me, with a smirk on his face. He asked me, “Did you see the sign?”

I shrugged and asked, “What sign?”

His reply: “The one over there… it says that they close the gate at 4:30pm.”

It was 4:20… and all PERFECT (of course)!

I looked at him and smiled… because in that moment, I realized all of that nudging and PUSHING to leave the beach had everything to do with us GETTING THERE “in time,” for whatever it was that just happened. I responded, “Of course they do…” as we walked to the little adjacent gift shop on our way out.

 

 

Journey Reflections from the Mountain (Mount Shasta Tales, Part Two)

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Twelve days.

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.

The view of Mt. Shasta from the peak of Spring Hill

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

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.

Panther Meadow on Mt. Shasta... it might not look like much, but the photo can't capture the FEEL of this incredibly sacred space near the top of the mountain.

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.

Orbs and violet light at Ascension Rock... how incredible!

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.  🙂

 

 

Getting Lost to Find Our Way… Mount Shasta Tales (Part One)

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While visiting in this awesome area of Mount Shasta, California – one of the major spiritual “energy vortices” in the world – there is SO MUCH nature time to have here that I’ve been out to different places for hikes and meditation spots around town since I arrived. Today, it was time for the first experience ON this huge, imposing, and yet nurturing mountain of the core point of the ancient land of Lemuria, over the mythical underworld of Telos.

The house in which I’m renting a room is right on the bottom portion of the mountain. In fact, from the room I’m renting, there’s a sliding door right next to the bed, onto a balcony that looks right up to the peak. I go to sleep every night looking out into the darkness, feeling the pulse of the mountain… as well as MUCH else!

I have a housemate, A’shaya, who is also renting a room here,  in her last week after being here for 6 weeks (7 by the time she leaves).  She’s done a lot of hiking from the house (there’s a foot path into the thick of things here on the mountain just a block from here) with a former renter… so I mistakenly assumed she’d known all of the path markers.

That probably wasn’t a good assumption on my part… on a mountain that climbs to 14,400 feet above sea level (starting at about 4,000 feet) , with a circumference of about 70 miles.

We were chatting away… I’ve discovered that conversations during hikes with anyone you meet here in Mount Shasta are also quite different than those you’d most likely experience on most other mountains. A’shaya’s a massage therapist turned astrologer… and there was a lot chit chatting about this kind of chart, that kind of chart… what she’s experienced since she’s been here, where she’s going, and the spiritual/metaphysical experiences and practices I have and have had, as well.

So, we made it to the top of the trail we had aspired to climb… and took some time just laying on some beautiful layered rocks, enjoying the sunny, 80-degree, dry weather. Such peace and quietude; so much of nature! We had realized that it seemed we had a swarm of butterflies around us the entire time up the trail; their visits and frolicking continued around us while we sunned ourselves. Plus lizards, beautiful flowers in bloom around us… just pure beauty and quietude.

And just… space.

Typically, when I’m on a hike and find a spot like that, I really like to be still, listen, and FEEL… without chattering or much interchange (in fact, I often prefer to go alone); however, on Mount Shasta, with A’shaya happily chattering away, I found I could STILL enjoy the moment and the stillness while simultaneously engaging in the conversation without feeling like I was being interrupted. Again… so different than the “regular world”!

Once we’d gotten our fill of the spot we’d chosen, we started back. Yet, the paths seemed completely different; neither one of us could remember which way we’d come, through many forks and winding turns. We THOUGHT many of the choices looked familiar… for awhile. Then it seemed like the landscape had changed completely.

At some point, I started laughing and said, “Well… maybe we simply walked through a dimensional doorway, which is why it all looks different…” She laughed and agreed with me. Then we considered whether we’d really want to find our way back through… because it DID feel different. MORE space…  So, we decided to call on our friends, the elementals, to help guide us back to the house where we’re staying.

Right after we did that, we turned a corner, and there were two beautiful deer (shephards of the fairy realm) consorting in the wood… they jumped and bounded off in the opposite direction. So we followed…

The butterflies were still all around us… and yet, slightly ahead of us. We continued on their path.

Not to say we didn’t continue on in different twists and turns… we’d reinforce our request a few times (A’shaya had made the mistake of just asking for them to “lead us home”… I told her that was sort of a misleading request, since many would probably consider us home right there, on the mountain!)… and every time, a new path would light the way. And, as the trees are large on the mountain, there were times when we’d lose sight of the peak in the trees… and had to literally guess which was was down (because many of the paths led up).

Throughout this, we found we bonded. Neither of us ever got nervous, panicked, or upset about our predicament. In fact, the longer and further we went, the more fun we had with it. Yes, we got hot; yes, once our water ran out, we got thirsty (but I was VERY glad to have gotten a “nudge” in the grocery store last night to pick up a few protein bars for the hike, because THEY came in handy!)… but we just looked at it as a grand adventure, and pondered what we could learn from the experience. And we laughed… A LOT. We stopped saying that we might’ve taken “a wrong turn”… and just agreed that the many paths, regardless of which ones we chose, would eventually get us where we were going.

Our "Walking Staves of Light"

We picked out some great walking sticks, which we deemed our “Walking Staves of Light.” Though A’shaya was hesitant about using one in the beginning, she really bonded with hers when we started cutting through the hedge going downhill on beds upon beds of pine needles; they proved very useful.

At some point, we decided we must’ve been warriors in some indigenous tribe together in another life. It was then that we renamed ourselves the Warrior Goddesses of the Light… which of course worked well with our walking staff terminology! We even considered whether we should find some mud with which to paint stripes on our faces.

And, the butterflies led us on, staying around us… like we were in some sort of fairy tale.

Our variety of path choices became an exploration; a discovery of noticing when we could tell if a path that seemingly ascended actually turned into a descent; when we could start “reading” the mountain… and then we actually decided to start FEELING it, FEELING our way out.

After awhile I was really getting thirsty; I told A’shaya that it would be really, really nice if we could find a stream from which to drink… and then we could walk around for as long as we wanted without worrying about finding our way out. At some point, we started getting our bearings, and found the old railroad tracks that circle the mountain; since we had crossed the tracks in the beginning, we decided to just follow them until we saw a familiar spot. That never happened; what happened was that I finally spotted a paved road. So, we took a steep path down and came out into a park. We asked a few men who were walking across the manicured field where we were… we discovered we were a few miles from the house… one of the men looked at me and asked if we needed water, because there was a fountain from the springs right at the edge of our field. OK… so not a running stream… but the same meaning… and it was just as awesome (and absolutely refreshing)! What a perfect place to emerge from our play world!

After we explained that we’d sort of lost our way on the mountain, the passersby asked us if we needed a ride back to our house. We looked at each other, immediately understood without any words, and shook our heads, but thanked them for the offer. After they moved on, we agreed that we would see this adventure on foot, on our own, through the end… after all, we ARE the Warrior Goddesses of the Light!  🙂

And so, we made it back… in 5.5 hours instead of the planned 2… exhausted and dirty… but we’d never lost our sense of adventure and enjoyment of the journey, regardless of which path we took. We found humor and fun and playfulness in every turn… and we learned about each other; we learned about and celebrated our differences as well as our similarities, and we found that without any panic or sense of worry, that even though the path was longer than we had THOUGHT (even though my Higher Self obviously had it all under control… after all, I was at least prepared with those protein bars!)… we were given everything we asked for along the way.

We realized the amazing and wonderful messages that had come through for us on the journey… and how the real, all-encompassing message really was that it’s ALL about the journey itself.

After her 7-week period of solitude in Mount Shasta, A’shaya is moving to Florida in a week… and is seriously considering sending off her walking staff to Florida ahead of her, and then getting it sanded with just that engraved on it: “It’s ALL about the journey.” Because it really is.

How awesome is THAT?!