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).