Sacred Travel…Reflections of Self [California dreaming, part 2…Mount Shasta]
I often think about my great-great grandfather; who traveled from Ireland to the United States, leaving his wagon behind for a little house in the hills of Vermont. I think of him, when I am traveling about the back roads, and highways, of my home and abroad. I feel a kinship to him, and his kin, a feeling of likeness. Although, I have lived in the same house for almost 20 years (my husbands doing), I need to go, be and explore, in order to feel whole. Some of these travels are close by, and some are not. But no matter the distance, I rely on the travel to show me who I am, and where I am going.
My trip to California was like most of my travels, a spiritual thing. This journey was different then others in the fact that myself and my fellow travelers agreed that we would be open & guided by Spirit. We did not allow for wrong turns to enter our mind space. This did not mean we were never off the planned course, it simply meant a decision was made, that whatever direction we were taken was the right one. There is something absolutely freeing about such travel, for one it means you avoid the whole pissed off, I’m late mentality.
We decided in the air, flying into L.A., that we would be heading North to Mount Shasta (10.5 hours north), something I do not regret in the least. As we had arrived in Shasta when I last blogged, it is where I shall pick up.
Mount Shasta
Mount Shasta (Úytaahkoo or “White Mountain) is a well known Sacred destination. At an elevation of 14,179 feet, it is an ear-popping drive through a mountain path of deep green. I was in awe! The terrain of the mountain path reminded me of the Lord of the Rings, it was magnificent and daunting at the same time, moving me both emotionally, and spiritually. Driving up the winding mountain road, I knew that I was connecting with something powerful and not completely explainable. Known for it’s powerful vortexes (spiraling Earth energy centers), and the lava flowing deep in it’s core, it is a force to be acknowledged.
The seclusion, lack of people, and energetic feel of lava running below the surface, were reminiscent of Iceland. There was something primal about the place, as if the elements were somehow more alive, their presence making up for the lack of human energy. I love such places! I love how they expand my consciousness, demanding that I use all of my senses to properly see my surroundings.
On our first night in Shasta we decided we should introduce ourselves to the Spirits of the Place, and did so by journeying in our minds through drumming and vocal toning. This was a powerful experience for us all, and we found ourselves connecting individually to different aspects of the mountain. My sister Sandy found herself within the hollow spaces of the mountain, deep inside one of the caves that open within the mountains peak. She found herself remembering her previous journey there, almost 10 years ago. My friend Missy found herself connecting to something that would not make sense until the following day, and I connected to energetic beings made of light.
Connecting with extra-terrestrial/extra-dimensional beings is not an uncommon conversation, when discussing Mount Shasta. Look it up on line, and you will find many, many, many tales of encounters with such beings. The other thing you will find is stories of Big Foot, and unexplained beings in the woods. You may want to believe that all of the people telling the tales are a bit looney, but then again, you may want to ask yourself whether you truly believe we are the only sentient beings in the Universe.
My experience as I said, is my reality, and I experienced a channeling with multiple (I believe 3) light beings. This was something I did aloud, similarly to how I speak with the Spirits of the Dead. My sister Sandy asked most of the questions, as I worked as translator for those choosing to make contact with us. The message we received was around the importance of sound and light, in particularly when it came to healing the planet and land. Now they were not suggesting that we just say fuck it, and be gluttonous pigs, wasting precious resources, without a care in the world, because hey all we need to do is sing and spread some light around. They were instead speaking of how sound, in particular, effects the living world. This was something I immediately felt as truth, as I have been working as a Sound Healer for the last 15 years, and spend a whole lot of time singing the sacred songs of place.
They spoke of how they, like the beings of Nature were deeply concerned for our world and species in this time of great transition, how we needed to become more aware of the living world around us, and step fully into the sacredness of life. The visitation was brief, lasting about 20 minutes, but in that time, I felt as if I had received a lot of information in a short period of time, like a computer downloading files, and that it would be quite some time, before I had fully acclimated the knowledge they shared.
The next day when we woke, it was obvious that Missy was not completely balanced. Sandy and I noticed that she was off, when she came stumbling out of the bedroom, grunting and grumbling like a bear just out of hibernation. We asked if she was OK, and she explained that she was not sure what was going on, but felt like she had been connecting to something all night long.
Just after doing some sound healing @ the Crystal Matrix shop in Shasta.
That morning after breakfast we headed into town, to check out a Crystal shop that had caught Sandy and Missy’s eye the night before, when they had gone searching for groceries. The shop ‘The Crystal Matrix Gallery’ was filled with wonders, as it quickly became apparent that most of the crystals were awake, and many of them seemed to be sentient, or carrying a connection to other beings. The shop owner had worked with Crystals for over 30 years, and was clearly making a living selling crystals because he had to, it was his life’s work. By that I mean, he felt a love for the Crystals and the beings connected to them, he was a steward of the rock people, a keeper and handler of the mineral kind.
The Dragonstone
Within moments of being in the store, the first crystal of our journey had been found. A double terminated amber colored, smokey quartz, with a whole lot of activity going on inside of it. It was a powerful piece, and we all felt it was connected to the Earth Healing work we had been called to California to do. The second piece was more personal, and explained the odd behavior and imbalance Missy had been displaying all morning. It was a dark opaque stone, that fit comfortably in ones palm. It was covered in markings that looked like ancient writing, only the markings had not been made by man. The stone appeared to be a form of tektite (molten debris from meteorites), but there was definitely a presence connected to it. It was said to be the thymus gland of a dragon. Now here again, I know this sounds woo-woo, and hokey, but whether you believe it was the actual gland of a being, or simply a stone, it held tremendous presence, and a hefty price tag.
My view on Dragons goes the same way as as all otherworldly beings. There is something at the base of all the folk lore, it may not be as grand or magical as the stories have portrayed it, but life seldom is. The other piece I would add here, is the mummified dinosaur found in Canada,pretty much in tact, certainly does resemble our fictitious imagery of dragons. http://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2017/06/dinosaur-nodosaur-fossil-discovery/
What was most remarkable was the way in which Missy and the stone connected to one another. The spirit residing in the stone, and Missy’s aura both extended outward, as if reaching for one another. No matter the price tag, it was obvious she would not be leaving the store without the stone.
We left the store, with both the amber-colored, smokey quartz, and the dragon stone, as well as a few smaller stones I felt compelled to purchase. I was amazed at how many of the stones in this particular shop were connected to beings. This does not mean the beings were trapped in the stones, simply that the stones were an access point for connection. I have a handful of sentient stones in my possession, some of them holding the essence of the stone itself, and some holding connection to other beings; working like a walky-talky to the other world.
After our experience with the stones in the Crystal Matrix, we headed out for a day trip to Paradise, CA to visit our father’s best friend. This was not an option, this was something my Dad had been actively working on, the entire trip so far. It was important, as we had not had a chance to connect with Mark, since my fathers passing 4 years ago. It was a healing time for him and us, as we spent the day reminsicing; telling stories of the wild and crazy antics of my father & his best friend/soul mate Mark.
Water blessings for the new stones…lots of water Spirits in the headwaters of the Sacremento.
Annointing my third-eye, with the water of the Sacramento Headwaters.
The second stop, was the headwaters of the Upper Sacremento River, where the Undines (water Spirits) are remarkably present. I sang to them, as I submerged stone after stone, into the icy waters. The headwaters come from deep within Mount Shasta itself, each drop charged by the volcanic and vortex energy of the place. The crystal clear water, travels from the glacial peaks, through underground lava tubes, before exiting into the light of day. The location of headwaters is easily accessed, as it is part of a city park, that anyone can go to without charge.
The third stop, was the mountain itself. We drove our car as far up the mountain road as we could…which was still quite a ways from the summit. We stopped when the snow prohibited us from traveling any further, the road blocked by over 6 feet of snow. At this point we turned around, and headed back a short distance; away from the crazy hikers/climbers, where we could sit with the silence of the mountain and sing the soul song of the land.
80 degrees, and 6 feet of snow, this is roads end for Mount Shasta until mid summer.
Elevation 6950′, as high as we could go in our sandals and flip flops.
I hope you enjoyed the read, that it pushed on the corners of your personal reality, and made you think on the world differently. We are living in changing times, and many of the things we believed impossible are now proving us wrong. I do not claim to know the secrets of the Universe, but I do believe there are wonders yet to be experienced in the greater world and in our own back yards. When we approach the planet as a sentient being, and give ourselves over to the unknown, we expand our consciousness and become more. Travel for me is a vessel of such change, but the magic of travel can come onto you whether you have traveled thousands of miles, or only a few blocks.
spreading love-salicrow