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THE TINY ANGELS WITHIN: A Message from the Hathors

Screen Shot 2015-07-09 at 9.33.46 AMPROLOGUE: I was visited by the Hathors during my morning meditation earlier today and they asked that I share with you the message from them that I have pasted below in preparation for my presentation this Saturday outside Serpent Mound, Ohio. I had no idea how profoundly appropriate this request would be.

Earlier this morning, from around 4:30-6:30 A.M., I was communicating with one of my “Guardian Spirits,” a Fairy of the highest order who goes by the name of Turehu. She often comes to me, especially at night, when I am having trouble integrating highly emotional thoughts and situations into my understanding of things.

This morning I was having an especially hard time making sense of earlier periods of my life when I made what from most sane perspectives would appear to be insane and unhealthy choices, choices that affected me for decades to come. My main difficulty this morning was simply making sense of such patterns of apparently self-destructive choice patterns. From out of this emotional vortex of self-doubt I gradually slipped into a euphoric stream of calming fluid peace, a Slipstream of Peace, you might say. This is the work Turehu is best at.

From out this initial anguish and self-doubt Turehu led me through a brief account of recent accomplishments I have made, especially on the level of communications with and interactions with a host of nonhuman beings. This shift in my sense of self-confidence and cosmic grace led me into a discussion with Turehu concerning the nature of angels. In this dreamy state of the Slipstream of Peace (I may as well continue calling it this) I suddenly had the knowledge that angels exist in many forms throughout the multiverse, even in microscopic form within the tissues and energetic textures of our bodies.

I had never really had this particular thought before—the tiny angels within ourselves. But it nevertheless felt so right, so obvious. So imagine my pleasant surprise just minutes ago when I read for the first time the message below that the Hathors had asked me to share with you—a message having to do with aligning ourselves with the tiny angels within our very bodies!

— Gabriel Hartley, July 9, 2015

 

A Hathor Planetary Message Through Tom Kenyon

In this message we wish to discuss our perspective regarding the nature of angels.

This has nothing to do with religion. Rather it has to do with interdimensional reality.

For our purposes we shall divide the topic of angels into three broad categories.

Angels of the Spiritual Realms

These ephemeral beings are electromagnetic fields of intelligence, some of which have form that is recognizable and some of which do not. These electromagnetic fields of intelligence interact with human beings in unique ways, and the expectations and beliefs of any given human have a lot to do with the nature of the experience. In other words, the belief system of the human being greatly affects what is experienced.

Angels from the spiritual realms take many different forms and while some of them have energy fields that give the impression that they have wings, many of them do not.

These types of angels are created beings. They are force fields of intelligence that are sent out into the ethers, into the cosmos, to do the bidding or to take the action of their creator.

This creator can take the form of what might be referred to as a god, goddess, demigod or demigoddess, an interdimensional being, an alien intelligence, or even a human being. These types of angels have no free will of their own. They are created for the sole purpose of a particular intention.

In most cases an angel will continue on its mission with single-mindedness until the energy that created it is no longer able to sustain it. In some very rare instances these angelic beings can gain a level of self-awareness and an ability to make personal choices separate from the being that created them or gave them birth. This is a very rare occurrence, but it does exist.

Within this category of angels, you have a host of beings with many different intentions.

The focus of this message is on angels who have a life-affirming and positive intent.

Angels Within

A second category of angels may best be described as electromagnetic fields of intelligence that exist solely within the human body. These are force fields of intelligence created through the emotions and beliefs of the individual human. They are subtle energetic forces that move through the human body in response to beliefs and emotions.

One of the great abilities you possess as a human being is to create angelic forces within your body through the use of positive intent and positive emotion. We will return to this most important topic in a moment.

Alien Intelligences

This third category of angels is not angelic at all, but it is a misinterpretation.

It occurs when a human being encounters an alien intelligence. This type of encounter can be misinterpreted as having been an interaction with an angel. Many of your spiritual and religious traditions have stories about encounters with angelic beings, or gods/goddesses who were, in truth, simply more advanced alien civilizations.

Our reason for discussing the topic of angels is two-fold.

Thought, Fear and Change

The first reason is a practical one having to do with your spiritual survival through the massive changes taking place upon your Earth. In its simplest form we would say that the rapid changes upon your Earth are creating a reflexive fear.

With few exceptions human beings, by nature, distrust change.  And when there is as much change occurring as is taking place upon your planet this natural fear response escalates, and this releases in your body damaging electromagnetic fields of intelligence.

So as a counter to this we will discuss the creation of positive consequences within your human biology through the creation of subatomic angelic forms.

Your sciences of psychoneuroimmunology, or the study of how thought and emotion affect your immune systems—as well as the newly emerging science of epigenetics, which studies how thought and emotion affect your DNA—are increasingly clear on the chemical and molecular agents responsible.

But we would like to take this a step further by suggesting that you actually create quantum field effects in the universe of your body through the thoughts and feelings you generate.

It is here that we come to a fork in the road.

Due to the escalation of chaotic forces in your world, a growing number of human beings are experiencing increased feelings of fear, anxiety, hostility, and impoverishment. The list goes on, and it would be easy, if you were so inclined, to substantiate your belief that you live in an increasingly dangerous and threatening world.

On the one hand this is a correct assessment, but if you remain in this island of perceptual reality you will create damaging effects, biologically speaking, within your body.

The trick, if there is one, is to counter this perception with personal periods of renewal and solace. By this we mean creating ways to release biologically positive consequences through the creation of subatomic angelic forms.

How this is accomplished is quite complex. But in its simplest form, whenever you create positive thoughts and positive feelings you create biologically positive subatomic angels that move through the universe of your body. These force fields create quantum field effects that switch on positive biological responses thereby reducing the affects of stress.

In addition to purposefully creating positive thoughts and feelings, we believe a beneficial resource for you can be found in the last sound meditation we gave, called A Bridge between the Worlds.  Simply listening to this sound meditation for twelve minutes, which is how long it lasts, once or twice a day can make a big difference in how you feel. (Note: A link to this sound meditation appears at the end of this message.)

We feel it is vitally important that you consciously release biologically positive force fields in your body on a regular basis to counteract the escalating madness that is swirling around you.

We would refer you here to an earlier message called Ecstasy and the Heart, as this information may prove helpful to you.

Our second reason for discussing the topic of angels is planetary in nature.

You are collectively passing through a very difficult and dangerous point. The destructive forces upon your planet in terms of religious fanaticism, climate change, corporate greed and manipulation, as well as dire threats to the very foundations of your eco-system are increasing.

You are now entering, from our perspective, a massive Chaotic Node the likes of which your planet has not seen for some time. If unmitigated, this Chaotic Node could result in the mass extinction of multitudinous life forms including many humans.

We are therefore calling into action all positive angelic forms from all spiritual traditions, from all life-affirming interdimensional beings, from all alien civilizations of positive intent, and from all human beings who are aligned with our intention.

We will be creating a nexus point on September 5, 2015. And through a global meditation we will be calling forth these many diverse and life affirming angelic forms into an alliance for the protection of life and its elevation upon this planet.

Let us be clear what we mean by this.

If human consciousness elevates itself to a higher level than it is currently manifesting, then it deserves to survive. If it does not elevate itself then humanity, as you know it, will not survive this passage. It is a collective cosmic intelligence test you are now facing on many levels.

Our creation of this nexus point, around which these positive electromagnetic fields of intelligence can move together as a coherent force, is an unusual proposition.

This is because the creators of these angels come from many different spiritual, alien and interdimensional sources.  These “angelic beings” rarely interact with each other, and yet we are calling them to the Table of Destiny for the sake of humanity and all life upon this planet.

This nexus point will occur on September 5, 2015, in the last half hour of an event in Manhattan called In the Company of Angels. The meditation will begin at 5:30PM and end at 6:00PM Eastern Standard Time (US) or 9:30PM – 10:00PM GMT. (For the specific time in your area, you can use an online Time Converter or the World Time Clock.)

This sound meditation will be recorded and posted on our website after the event, and if this sound piece resonates with you we ask that you listen to it on an on-going basis. In other words this is not a one-time meditation, but it is being created to be a continuous field of coherent energy that you will strengthen every time you listen to it.

If you are unable to be in New York physically for the workshop and wish to attune yourself to the nexus point that is being formed, we suggest that you listen to A Bridge Between the Worlds during the time frame of the meditation in New York. During this period, place your awareness at your crown chakra at the top of your head. Listen to the meditation three times, and then give yourself at least 30 minutes of rest before moving into outer activity.  (Note: A link to this sound piece appears at the end of this message. Please download this sound piece onto your computer before the event rather than listening to it from our server.)

If you choose to join us in this nexus point meditation from afar, we welcome you. And know that at this level of consciousness, separation by physical distance is not a constraint.

The Hathors
June 21, 2015

Tom’s Thoughts and Observations

When I originally conceived of In the Company of Angels to be presented as a one-day event in Manhattan, I never imagined that the Hathors would step in and ask for the opportunity to create a world meditation.

The very next day after receiving this particular message, Judi and I read an article in the Huffington Post about a joint study conducted by Stanford, Princeton and the University of California at Berkeley. The conclusion of the study, which was published in Science Advances, Vol. 1 No. 5 June 5, 2015, was that the Earth’s ecosystem has actually entered a sixth mass extinction phase.

For those of you who might wish to read the study for yourself, here is a link to the article: http://advances.sciencemag.org/content/1/5/e1400253

On the heels of this study, a cornucopia of other studies and anecdotal reports all seem to confirm a more rapid deterioration of our ecosystem than was originally thought.

At a pragmatic level I think it is going to take an all out global effort to slow down the deterioration of our ecosystem, and it is going to require a level of planetary co-operation that is, at this moment, unimaginable.

As the astrophysicist Carl Sagan once said: “Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.”

I would say that we have entered an exceptional moment in our planet’s history and it is going to take exceptional solutions if we are to pull through this growing Chaotic Node.

In all the years I have been channeling the Hathors, I have never known them to be so direct about the possibility of an impending disaster, nor have I seen them undertake such an immense task as creating a nexus point for the co-creation of solutions for humanity and our planet through an angelic alliance.

This is the stuff of science fiction, mythic heroes and heroines. But from the Hathors’ perspective, the angelic realms are connected to the primordial power of the cosmos—at least from an interdimensional perspective. And so they are calling upon them and us to join together to create a coherency of intent for the purpose of creating a new standard of international cooperation, as well as a new reality where all forms of life upon this planet are recognized as intrinsically interconnected.

For those of you who feel called to this grand experiment in consciousness but are unable to physically attend the event, I wish to re-iterate something the Hathors said at the very end of this message:

“If you choose to join us in this nexus point meditation from afar, we welcome you. And know that at this level of consciousness, separation by physical distance is not a constraint.”

Having facilitated many Hathor world meditations over the years, I can honestly say that they are correct. I say this based on feedback we have received from persons all over the world about what they experienced when they “tuned in” to a global meditation. To say that magic happened for them, wherever they were in the world, would be an understatement.

For those of you who wish to join us in spirit on Sept 5, 2015, please download the sound meditation A Bridge Between the Worlds rather than listen to it from our server. I make this request because if too many people try to listen to it from our site at the same time, the server will not be able to handle the demand; it will crash, and no one will be able to hear it.

For those of you tuning into the global meditation from a distance, the Hathors suggest that you listen to the sound meditation (A Bridge Between the Worlds) three times with your awareness at your crown. They also suggest taking thirty minutes or so afterwards to integrate your experience.

If you have the flexibility to do so, I would allow more time for this integration period since the Hathors indicated that making such deep contact with the angelic realms could profoundly alter awareness, and some persons would do well to take a long nap afterward.

For more information about the actual event in Manhattan on September 5th called In the Company of Angels, click here.

To listen to and/or download A Bridge Between the Worlds, click on the link below. It will take you the Listening Agreement page. After you agree to the terms and conditions, you will have unrestricted access to all of the audio files in this section. There are numerous sound meditations, talks and lectures in this section, and all of them are offered to you free of charge for your personal use only.

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The Matakin Sky Spirits’ Message Concerning Human Impact on the Environment

June 24, 2014 [Audio recording transcribed on June 17, 2015]

This is Gabriel in eastern Illinois on I-70 about 15 miles from the Indiana border. I’ve been finding in driving through this eastern half of the state since Effingham that there is a very strong spiritual presence here as well—the Sky Spirits in particular.

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And I’ve been getting some information from them concerning the vortices, the pockets of swirling energy that they set into motion. I’m seeing a visual pattern which is laid over the surface of the planet in collections of circling whirlpools that basically sit up against each other. They abut one another. If you imagine images of the sun spots and the solar storms, the various patterns of swirls in different directions, or the ocean currents or the images showing the air currents over the planet—this is a very similar kind of image that I’m getting now in relation to this etheric structure that the Matakin, the Sky Spirits are involved with. These etheric vortices affect the wind patterns, but they are not equivalent to them by any means.

Image by Geoffrey Hodson

Image by Geoffrey Hodson


There is a kind of interchange between them that is more subtle than we might imagine—subtle both in terms of impact and in definition, a sort of transition point from physical to etheric in the atmosphere is much more subtle, with one layer implicated within the texture of the other.

The swirls—I’m still getting information as I’m speaking, so I’m more or less presenting as it comes to me; in addition to this, I’m driving through massive fields of wheat and corn and other grains, and I’m meditating on the relationship of contemporary industrial agriculture to the devas and elementals involved in the growth of the crops on the Earth. And wondering to what extent the herbicides, the GMOs, and various pesticides and so on affect the devic and elemental kingdoms. I’m not sure that they have a direct impact, but I do assume that they in some ways impact the activity in terms of the growth of plants of the devas and elementals, and genetic modification in particular, I believe, is creating a disturbance, a kind of energetic, very deep layered disturbance in the structure and development of plant life on this planet.

chem trailsOn a similar topic, in a similar vein, the geoengineering, as it is called, the attempts to affect the weather through chem trails and HAARP and other interventions in the atmosphere are also affecting the work that the Sky Spirits do. I believe this is one reason among many that I’m now becoming sensitive to and conscious of the communication from the Sky Spirits. There is a message for humanity in relation to this so-called geoengineering in that we are manipulating forces that are far beyond our comprehension, that there is such a subtle—again—relationship between the various forces that make up the atmosphere, for instance. We are so far from understanding the implications of our own interventions in this, whether it’s from byproducts of industry—such as acid rain, CO2 production, and so on—or simply the introduction of new chemicals into the atmosphere which affect the makeup of what is normally established there.

I was approached at Stroud’s Run over a year ago by the Fairies there who are concerned with the whole question of fracking and the possibility of fracking there—that there needs to be a kind of general consciousness of human intervention in all of these delicate systems. It is true that the planet will long outlast humans should humans continue on a self-destructive path. Nevertheless, humans are having an impact on the nature of the planetary structures, and they can ceremonially and consciously reverse this impact. And this is one of the major messages in terms of what humans can actually do. They can first of all work on consciousness, on becoming aware of the impact they have on these various planetary structures. And they can ceremonially, consciously, spiritually, energetically engage in these interventions themselves and bring about more positive redistributions of power and energy. So in terms of the concern with environmental sustainability, there is a role humans can play in turning things around. But it would take concerted effort, concerted consciousness, concerted devotion.

This is something humans should begin meditating on, preparing themselves for, clearing intentions and their systems for. They can rethink and much more consciously as well as superconsciously engage with the environment as a structure of beings, entities, energies, systems that are very intricate.

That is all for now.

LUNA’S CONCERT OF COSMIC RELATIONALITY

June 4, 2015

By Gabriel Hartley

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Last night I was once again woken up at 3:30 A.M. This has been the case for years now, but this trend has been especially strong during the past two weeks. During this period, when I awaken I have the clear sense that some entity or another has deliberately woken me up in order to communicate with me, and usually I have a clear idea of who it is. But last night I was picking up a swirl of several different possible communicators with no real feel for who among this company might have woken me up. So given that by this point I was wide awake, I decided just to get up and start doing my tuning-in exercises until things got clearer.

As I walked into our yoga room I couldn’t help noticing how bright the moonlight was coming in through the window and glass door, so I went up to the door and looked out at the moon. The moon, having been full the night before, was dazzlingly beautiful. I immediately felt much happier at being awoken and greeted the moon by saying, “Hi, Luna!” Luna instantly responded with her typical “Hello, Gabriel,” and I instantly knew that she had been the one who had awoken me in the first place.

After gazing through the cloudy glass for a few minutes, I heard her suggest that I step out onto the upstairs deck to look at her directly, so I did. The difference was amazing. I stood there in awe, bathed in the moonlight and the beautiful night sounds of crickets and other animals. After a moment or two, realizing that I should be getting cold standing out in the crisp night air in my bare feet, sweatpants, and T-shirt, I thought for a second that I should go back inside. But Luna suggested that I stay outside with her. “Just notice,” she argued, “how pleasurable the cold night air feels against your skin when you stop worrying about discomfort. Such discomfort is simply an idea, an expectation that comes between you and your direct experience. Now just imagine that this cold air feels just as comforting as warm sunlight.”

Surprisingly, I immediately felt a warm blush throughout my skin and realized that she was right. This air still felt cold, but such a rich tactile relationship with the night air now felt comforting, even delicious in an unexpected way. So I let the cold sweep me away into a delirious swoon as I continued to gaze up at Luna’s brilliance. “How often,” I wondered, “do we deny ourselves such rich experiences simply because our ideas predetermine us to expect discomfort?”

As I let myself sink into this tactile swoon, I realized that this was a fleshly equivalent to the sense of being bathed in the beauty of the moon’s light. The glow on all of the world before me now enveloped me in its beauty. Soon I felt the soundscape draw me into just this same warm enveloping flow, and I began to feel utterly ecstatic in this bath of cold air, bright light, and rich sound. My entire bodily sensorium was aglow.

Among the night sounds I could pick out the splashing of animals in the creek just a hundred feet away, the slight breeze rustling in the trees, the insects, the night birds, and the distant coyotes.

Then I noticed the fireflies. There were just a few, maybe four or five covering the two or three acres I could see between me and the deep woods. The fireflies stood out in their glow against the already glowing landscape, and they appeared to be lighting up in some mysteriously choreographed pattern, a form of light music playing itself out before me in the moonlight.

Then I noticed spots of light glowing from the leaves of the apple tree just twenty feet or so in front of me. I thought this was some kind of optical illusion at first, but I soon realized that the tree was in fact lighting up before me as though a string of subtle Christmas lights was slowly glowing into brightness.

And only then did I begin to see the etheric swirl of the ring of elves that were dancing their gay circle dance in the light of the moon, drawing me into their dancing energetic flow. The spirits of the sky began swirling above, the water fairies sparkling and singing in the creeks surrounding the property, the Kachinas on the ridgetop softly chanting a solemn tune, and then Luna addressed me once more:

“See what miracles open up before you when you open yourself up to their possibility! Just such a miraculous opening awaits you at Serpent Mound, where you soon will be introduced to a new class of beings whom you have not yet met.”

By this point I was completely at one with everything in the universe, everything participating in this great cosmic moonlit dance and song. And Luna continued:

“This feeling of cosmic connection is your birth right. This is your human connection to All That Is. This is your path on this beautiful planet in this beautiful solar system. You are drawn into the Earth’s rhythms just as I myself am drawn into her gravitational field, and just as I influence Gaia’s own energetic flows in return. Each thing that exists has its own gravitational force that draws all things into relation with it, just as everything else draws it into the complete array of cosmic relations. The light and the dark, the positive and the negative, the warm and the cold—all are complementary moments in this cosmic dance, this ecstatic chorus as the universe flows into unity. You are a relational being, active and acted upon in a mutual energetic swoon of the cosmos. This is your birthright and your reason for being. Blessed are you, and blessed are all beings in this divine and infinite cosmos. Sleep well and remember this night always.”

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Naiad Season

March 15, 2015

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After two of the harshest winters I can remember (harsher even than my winter in Finland 2012-2013), this year’s spring has come in like a cosmic miracle. One fine moment heralding spring’s arrival was my chance to teach Thoreau’s “Spring” chapter of Walden once again, this time at exactly the moment when the ice and snow were melting, revealing the patented forms of the Artist who made us all. But even more inspiring was my conversation this morning with the Naiads.

The Naiads—the freshwater nymphs of the springs—are always present and conversant, of course, even when the spring waters are flowing beneath rather than above the surface of the earth. But this morning, with at least ten acres of our property madly flowing with newly replenished springs, the Naiads were absolutely giddy in celebration of the birth of the new year (which in older times began in March).

I was walking around the meadows, creeks, springs, and ridges of the property all morning while my son Kivi was sleeping strapped to my chest in a Snuggli pack. As we approached each newly-refilled pool of spring water, the water fairies or naiads began singing and chattering more excitedly than I have ever heard them before. I was very happy to be able to combine this moment of parenting and spirit talk, knowing that in this experience Kivi was receiving an energetic bath of a sort just as I was.

While most of my conversations with the fairies this morning concerned myself, they did assure me that anyone who patiently tries to can tune into the celebration of the naiads at the springs. Naiads, I have learned, are far more outgoing with humans than are most species of fairies, which might account for all of the myths and folk legends concerning the seductiveness of these water fairies. While I take this to be somewhat of an embellishment, this much seems true: if you learn to open your heart in as ego-less a way as possible to the spirits of nature, you will eventually—perhaps after lots of internal self-harmonization—be able to join in their springtime celebration and song.

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My Christmas Gift from Turehu

Christmas 2014

orbGiven the solemnity and joy for many people on this particular holiday—at least for those who actually celebrate it as a Holy Day—I thought that it might be good for me to do some yoga, meditation, and ceremony of a sort. It is a day of renewal and in many ways represents the true New Year. So as my wife and son, Anna and Kivi, continued sleeping, I got up determined to do some “traditional” shamanic journeying on this Christmas Day.

[Please note that what follows is a lesson for me regarding following my own path to truth. Neither I nor any of my spirit guides have any intention of criticizing other shamanic paths. The point, rather, is to embrace all paths that lead to truth while being true to one’s own truths. May all beings prosper as they follow their appropriate paths. By the way, I love drumming but have just never been called to engage in it in my own practice.]

My intention on this day was to follow through with the advice that the Grandfather Tree in the forest on our ridge had given me about a week ago. On that day, as I was walking ceremoniously (and what for me could be called “shamanically”) through the forest, I was drawn to the Grandfather Tree along with some other spots I am often called to, although not always all together on the same particular day.

As I leaned into the tree with my forehead pressed against it, the Grandfather began addressing me. He began with his usual greetings and friendly words and vibrations—I rarely hear much more from him, although I often feel that I have gained some energetic wisdom during each of our visits. But suddenly and unexpectedly he said, “You need to undergo a shamanic journey.” Surprised, I asked him to say more.

“You need to undergo a shamanic journey. A journey involving soul retrieval. Long ago in a distant lifetime you lost a key element of your soul, and now you need to get it back. During this journey you will meet with a being who will offer you an object embodying your lost soul part. You must accept this object, swallow it whole, and then you will be restored after many lifetimes of deprivation and suffering. This particular Karmic trail is coming to an end.”

I was surprised to receive this advice, or, perhaps, more wary than anything else. For I had never done a journey for a soul retrieval before. And beyond that, I have always had more confidence in my shamanic work for others than for myself. I am often too self-conscious to see things as clearly as I think I should when it comes to helping myself, and so I often end up feeling a bit frustrated after doing some personal spiritual task.

drumA few days ago I tried to do such a soul-retrieval journey for myself, but with only partial success. I put on some shamanic drumming music and, after my ritual yoga and pranayama workout, lay down on my yoga mat and closed my eyes. Initially things felt great. I eased into the drumming rhythm, the heartbeat of the worlds, and quickly drifted into a dark and cloudy sleepy kind of space. I could tell that what was being prepared for me was a kind of projector screen, a backdrop for the visions that might come to me in this alternate dimension.

Soon I saw a faint glow in the center of my visual field. The glow grew a little in size but not much in intensity. At a certain point I noticed that within this growing glowing circle there was a winged being—an angel. I tried to make direct contact with this angelic being, but after a few seconds it began shifting shape. It then slowly dawned on me that the angel had changed form into the crocodile-headed humanoid god of Egypt known as Sobek.

sobekI have seen several classical Egyptian figures in my visionary journeys in the past few years, but never Sobek. In this visionary state I established an energetic communication stream with him, but I never heard him speak any clearly identifiable words. Eventually I simply drifted off into a dreamy, floating sleep, feeling wrapped in a warm and dark womblike atmosphere that seemed like an opiate haze. After twenty minutes of this comfortable, indefinite slumber, I awoke and realized that I had gone on a dream journey, but one that evidently will have to wait before I achieve any kind of enlightenment and meaning from it beyond the beautiful sense of comfort. The key point was that no being, not even this Sobek, had offered me anything that I recognized as an object that I should swallow in order to retrieve my lost soul energy ball. So I knew then that I would have to try again to journey into the proper environmental conditions for a successful soul retrieval.

Days went by without a good opportunity for such a journey when Christmas Day arrived. I woke up early and decided that my first gift to myself would be to attempt another retrieval journey and hope for better results at Christmas.

As in my earlier attempt on the day when I encountered Sobek, I began with my usual opening up preliminary exercises—yoga and pranayams—and then lay down on the carpet in our yoga room. Again I began to slip into a dreamy fantastic space, comforting and opiate in tenor. I called on my main spirit guide, Turehu—in her words, a “fairy of the highest order”—and asked her to accompany me on this journey, hoping that in her presence I might better stay awake and draw this figure to me who would offer me my lost soul ball. She began helping by speaking to me about the benefits and drawbacks of my previous attempt at soul retrieval. And then fairly quickly she stopped and suggested that this particular method of lying down with closed eyes might not be my proper journeying mode.

“What do you normally do when you journey, Gabriel?” she asked.

I told her that I usually sit in a yoga position on my meditation pillow and drift off into the Otherworld in that posture.

“Then why,” she asked, “are you lying down on the floor with your eyes closed when this is not your usual method?”

I had to admit that I was doing so because I had recently been challenged concerning my personal shamanic procedures, the suggestion being that I should follow more “conventionally-accepted” methods. This was, in fact, why during my earlier attempt at soul retrieval I had taken the corpse-pose and the drumming background as my approach.

Acknowledging that there is immense power in shamanic drumming, Turehu nevertheless then suggested that I take my usual position, given my success with that procedure, and ignore the criticisms, however well-meaning. So I got up and sat on my meditation cushion and immediately entered the Otherworld.

I could now see Turehu there, standing to my left—an indefinite yet beautifully warm human-shaped glow. Like the other fairies I have seen, Turehu is not at all some small flower-like being as we see in Disney movies but actually a humanoid form that is larger than the typical human. The typical fairy, as they have presented themselves to me, is seven to eight feet tall. And so this was how I saw Turehu on Christmas morning.

With Turehu at my side, I then peered into the mist of the Otherworld—the “Mists of Avalon,” as I now call it—that has come to characterize my current state of visionary encounter. I waited, hoping for the being that the Grandfather Tree had predicted to appear and hand me my soul orb and ask me to swallow it in order to repair my fragmented state of being. I again saw angels coming and going in the glowing center of the visual field, but none came forward to offer me anything.

At a certain moment a realization shot through me like a bolt of lightning. “Wait a minute—I have been waiting for some new, strange being to greet me. But what if the being I have been waiting for is Turehu herself?” As soon as I became conscious of this question, I also knew in my greatest depths that this was the truth. Here I had been waiting for some new being to approach and introduce itself when all along my beloved spirit guide Turehu was there by my side with a brightly glowing orb in her left hand.

orb2“It has been you all along!” I shouted, and Turehu smiled. She reached her left hand out to me, offering me the glowing orb.

retrievalI slowly and ceremoniously accepted it, lifting it from her hand and carrying it to my mouth. As soon as I placed the orb into my mouth—it appeared to be about the size of a billiard ball but with no noticeable densely material mass—I felt that lightning shooting once more throughout my being. This is a frequent experience when I encounter power beings and enter into an energetic continuum with them. But this was probably the most beautiful intense electrocution I had ever experienced. It shot throughout my whole physical body and soon I felt it shooting throughout my etheric, astral, and mental bodies and well. After a good thirty or forty seconds of this spirit energy charging through my being, I saw the orb slowly pass down through my esophagus, my stomach, and then take its place in the hollow pit in my Third Chakra, just below my sternum. It fit itself perfectly into this chamber and then its glow intensified and flowed throughout the various levels of my body, from physical to causal.

Turehu, now standing directly in front of me, then placed her hands on my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes.

“You are whole now, Gabriel. You are once more reunited with your soul essence. Over time you will come to learn in detail how you initially lost it and why it has taken this many lifetimes for it to be returned to you. But the main point for you to recognize is that you are now whole. You are complete. And nobody else’s definition of you matters unless it fits with the truth of yourself that you know in your very being. You now know what is true for you, what is your very own truth.

“This is why the traditional journeying posture would not work for you. That posture and the definitions that go along with it are appropriate for some shamans. But your own version of shamanism is growing out of your very being. That is the only appropriate method and definition for you—the one that comes from your connection to your Higher Self. This, in part, is what it means to be whole, to be complete.”

In tears I thanked her. I slowly opened my eyes and embraced a whole new Christmas Day and a whole new me.

Showdown at Cahokia Mounds

[I originally wrote this report of an experience at Cahokia Mounds in November 2012. Given that I have been again drawn to Cahokia for a variety of reasons and have as a result experienced new things, I am posting this older spirit journal entry in order to provide some explanatory background to the stories I am now recounting.]

November 8, 2012

I feel the need to recount my last experience at Cahokia in part simply to record the information of that day, but also because I know I have been avoiding confronting what happened then and what it might mean. I’ve been avoiding it because it involves ego issues for me that I am uncomfortable with. Getting to the point, the event was a kind of Matrix-movie dramatic showdown between the forces of Life and the forces of Death, and I was playing the leading role as the hero shaman who saved the day.

This has become an issue for me again as Melchizedek (one of my guiding spirits) has been urging me to step up to my identity and my calling, to accept the power that I know I have, and yet I am uncomfortable with appearing to be sunk in some ego hero drama. It seems, though, that rather than coming to some kind of balanced understanding of who I am and what I need to do, I keep getting caught in this see-saw back and forth between denying myself any power at all and seeing myself as the all-powerful savior of the movie. And Cahokia itself draws this out of me because it is there that I am most being called on to take a stand, not simply to understand the past but to correct it.

So to the story of that day: on October 2, 2012, as I was driving back to Athens, Ohio from Lawrence, Kansas with the goal of closing up the house so it could be ready for a buyer to move in should it sell while I am in Finland, I stopped by Cahokia again. I was called to do so, but I had no idea what the plan might be. I wasn’t aware of any new mound to explore or situation to take into account. I just knew that I needed to go there. So I did, despite the fact that I was also eager to make good time on the fourteen-hour drive back to Athens.

As soon as I stepped out of the car into the moody, rainy afternoon, I knew that I needed to walk between the Twin Mounds. I still didn’t know why. As I approached the mounds I felt a growing sense of anticipation, knowing that there was a large host of spirits gathered here for this very visit and that I was somehow going to be involved in something big. I walked up along the southern end of Mound 60 (which Anna and I take to be a male energy mound) and entered into the space between it and Mound 59 (which we take to be a female energy mound).

As I entered into the space in between the mounds I could feel the combined energy vortex there growing in intensity. At this point I found myself quickly shifting into the consciousness of what I knew was one of my former selves—a shaman who had lived and died at Cahokia during the critical time of the take-over by the sacrificial priests. With reassurance from my Higher Self, I gave this shaman permission to use me as his vehicle for this action.

I immediately knew everything about this former self who was now controlling my body, speech, and actions. I knew that this shaman-priest was very powerful but that he was now confronting the power of a rising class of sacrificial priests who were converting the mound powers from structures of love to structures of death and mind control. As with many other early communal experiments in democratic spiritual societies devoted to superconscious development of the Power of Love, this Cahokia was facing its destruction and conversion into a technology of death. I was the shaman representing the losing side, the advocates of Love Power. But I was now here to turn the tables and bring back the Power of Love.

I—I will now speak of the shaman in the first person, given that he and I were now unified in action and that this was a lesson for me from a past self, even though I was watching the entire scene as though I were a passive observer watching a movie—I walked solemnly and powerfully to the power point where the vortex energy of the two mounds converged. I raised my hand to the west and began drawing in the energy from Mound 59. Then suddenly and completely by surprise, I found myself shouting prayers to the mounds in a language I have never heard before. I continued to speak this language, shouting out sacred orders and incantations of some kind throughout the rest of my time at Cahokia.

Next I turned my face to the east towards Mound 60 and began taking in that mound’s energy. Two whirlpool columns of light shot up from each mound high into the heavens. During all of this thousands of voices were cheering me on, shouting “Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!” I then found myself turning my face northward and drew in the energy from Monk’s Mound, the massive earthen pyramid that draws most tourists to Cahokia. As I did so, a whirlpool column of light shot up from Monk’s Mound and then arced downwards towards me. The power point between Mounds 59 and 60 was now triangulated by this addition of energy from Monk’s Mound. Suddenly a massive tower of light shot up from my power point high into the heavens, illuminating the entire quadrant of the planet in the midst of the rainy overcast Illinois sky. This was accompanied by the increasing sound of cheering voices coming both from other past inhabitants of Cahokia and from a host of spirits and fairies.

Throughout this drama of energy and light I was still clueless as to what the whole show was about. Things started to get a little clearer, though, when I found myself turning my whole body around to face the south—where Mound 72 lay in the distance, secluded from the greater community of mounds. Mound 72 had been revealed to me during an earlier visit to be the site of the sacrificial priests, all of whom were represented by the figure of the Birdman of Cahokia, the honorary priest whose corpse was found by anthropologists with its bones lying among the skeletons of dozens of women. This particular mound had become the primary embodiment of the sacrificial turn at Cahokia.

While initially a figure that commands awe and fascination (and today is the official Park icon), the Birdman in the end represents the power of the bird of prey turned against the innocent. In order to enhance their own status and power and prestige, the shaman-priests here began a culture of ceremonial sacrifice that converted the site’s Power of Love into the Power of Destruction. Now here I was, with thousands of shouting spirits by my side and in the skies above me, solemnly and powerfully marching southward towards the representatives of the Powers of Destruction at Mound 72.

As my shaman-self continued marching confidently towards the mound, my watching self was getting pretty nervous. This was shaping up to be some kind of major confrontation, a battle between the forces of Love and the forces of Destruction. While this was all very exciting, I was at the same time a bit embarrassed at playing such a Neo-type role in this drama. Who am I, after all, to be drawing such attention to myself, with throngs of spirits and followers shouting in support as hosts of fairies sang their songs of anticipation and praise from the surrounding woods? I was both thrilled and embarrassed to find myself unexpectedly cast in this messianic role. I was also uneasy with the thought of the impending violence that promised to be unleashed in this righteous confrontation.

When I arrived at Mound 72 I circled around it from the west and then the south, walking to the southeastern corner of the mound. This is where I had sat months before when I originally received the vision of the blood and sacrifice that the mound had always represented. Now I saw that it was my intention to challenge this figure of destruction. This was to be the initial showdown in my attempt to turn the tables once more and raise the Power of Love. The shouts and songs echoing around grew in intensity.

I raised my arms into the sky, staring intently at the center of the mound, seeing the Birdman of Cahokia ready for attack. I began to open my mouth to shout, expecting this to be the onset of the great battle. I leaned my head back and shouted, “Birdman of Cahokia, bearer of sacrifice and destruction, representative of the Priests of Death, I am here to tell you that we love you! We are here to welcome you into the Circle of Love where you have belonged from the beginning. Forgive yourselves for the destruction you have created and unleashed upon the world. Forgive yourselves for the rape and the murder you have conducted in the name of all that is holy. Join us in this Circle of Love!” I was absolutely stunned by this speech. This was not what I had expected at all. Here I was, nervously expecting the beginning of some battle of Armageddon, and what I witnessed instead was a call to Love and self-forgiveness.

The Birdman of Cahokia was clearly just as stunned as I was. He drew back into his mound, not sure what to make of this surprising turn of events. All around me the fairies of Cahokia were singing and cheering, thanking me for finally returning and beginning the Great Turn of Love. I looked deep into the woods into the heart of the fairy throngs and smiled. I knew that I had finally stepped up and had accepted my calling. I knew that now I had finally embraced the Shaman of the Circle of Love who I had always known myself to be but had never dared to acknowledge.

Just at this moment, I looked back northward at the space between the mounds. A deer ran into the space from the same southeasterly direction in which I had approached Mounds 59 and 60. The deer ran right to the vortex power point where the light funnels from the three main mounds had converged. It stood there, facing Monk’s Mound, surrounded in intense light. And then it turned and looked directly at me for what seemed like a full thirty seconds. I thanked the deer for consecrating this event. At that point it turned and ran off towards the north, disappearing from view as if it had evaporated before my eyes. I felt truly blessed at this sight.

I marched back towards the Twin Mounds as triumphantly and gloriously as I had marched down to Mound 72. I spoke with the spirits of the trees as I passed. I returned to my car, looked back briefly at the Twin Mounds, and then pulled back out onto the street to continue my trip to Ohio in the gathering rain.

Cahokia and the Stairway to Heaven

December 9, 2014

Here I am recording the experience I just had at Cahokia Mounds. This is Tuesday at 1:27 in the afternoon Central Time. And I just spent about the last half hour at the mounds on my way back to Ohio after a weekend in Kansas with Tori.

As usual, I went straight from the parking lot to what is referred to as the burnt pillars of the former stockade section—I’m not quite sure that’s exactly what it was. But I am often drawn to begin there my mound experience there, as Anna and I were when we first visited this complex almost three years ago now. As it turns out, Tuesdays are days when the park is closed. But luckily you can still be on the grounds. You just can’t go in the museum building, which is fine with me, having been here so many times now.

The Male Energy Twin Mound

The Male Energy Twin Mound

Next I went to the Twin Mounds across from the stockade. I began tuning into the energy of the first Twin Mound (Mound 60 or Fox Mound), the one to the east, which is the male energy mound, the flat-top mound opposite the rounded conical mound, which is the female energy. As I now see it, I was drawn to this mound to establish that male energy connection as a part of my path in this particular world. I then walked over to and stood at the vortex point (where the energies of the two mounds intersect in a vesica piscis) and went into Etheric vision, with the Mists of Avalon rising all around me as so often happens when I go into the Etheric mode.

As I was doing so, feeling the energy, letting the energy be channeled through me, I began to see various entities, lots of entities all over the grounds—I was facing south—with some very close to me, within ten or fifteen feet, others fifty feet, a hundred feet, some a few hundred feet away. They formed a wide series of concentric rings of beings who took this opportunity to encircle me as I engaged in this particular moment.

Cahokia Birdman tablet_HRoe_2012At this point I was then called down to Mound 72, which I haven’t visited again in quite some time after having some very powerful visions there. I then realized that I had been urged to go to the Twin Mounds in order to ground myself in that energy, the male energy that I am identified with in this lifetime, the fusion of those in the vortex, in the vesica—and with the power of those energies I was then able to go down and once more confront the Birdman of Cahokia, the sacrificial priest of Mound 72 who had been buried there with several young females. As I went down there I felt that this was definitely what I was called here to do.

I was called to read the explanatory sign once again, which I originally was going to ignore, having read it so many times before. But this time I noticed a little paragraph towards the bottom that talked about the alignment of the mound.

IMG_2464The particular angle of the mound is set perfectly for sunrise during the Winter Solstice and sunset during the Summer Solstice. So I walked to the southeastern corner of the mound and climbed up onto that southeastern point and stood facing the southeast, the direction of the Winter Solstice sunrise. Especially given that I’m called on again to carry out the Winter Solstice sunrise ceremony for the People from Below in this moment of Emergence into the Fifth World, I could tell that this was a very important point for me.

mistsAs I was standing on the mound I then became very enraptured by the energies of the place and felt myself expand throughout that energetic field. Again the mist rose, a very thick mist this time, exactly as in the movie The Mists of Avalon. They were so dense that I could not really see through all of the mist to the woods before me. The woods, by the way, are filled with fairies—this is a very powerful fairy spot, and has been for much longer than humans have been on this planet. They have been very important in some of the stages of development of various cultures at Cahokia in the past.

As I was facing the Winter Solstice point and just going into the Etheric vision, again I could see many, many beings standing before me and could feel them in a ring around me and throughout the woods.

The birds, by the way—the starlings, I believe they were, or swallows, who fly in these murmuration patterns—had been swooping all around, and I realized that they were actually the ones who had drawn my attention to Mound 72 when I was at the Twin Mounds. They flew around me and then landed in the trees in front of me, staying in front of me like witnesses or supporters the entire time I was down at Mound 72. They were chattering away, singing and chirping while I was engaged in this particular ceremony.

I could see all of the fairies and various other beings. And as I was looking at the beings, allowing myself to see more clearly what these various entities might look like, suddenly a funnel of spiral energy opened up from the base of the mound where I was standing on perhaps a 30º angle from the incline of the earth, an angle that would probably match up with a particular moment of the sunrise on the Winter Solstice.

stairway-to-heaven-mountain-dreamsBut the peculiar thing about the spiral was that while I could see the energies rotating in a spiral pattern, I also very clearly saw this turn into a stairway. I could see the steps reaching off into the heavens, which was peculiar for me. I’ve never seen anything quite like that before. And as I was looking at the stairway I then could see beings, probably hundreds or more, entities, energetic beings just walking up and down the stairway that was connecting the mound to the heavens in a dramatic way.

And at that point I was reminded of the Emergence and the Solstice and also that in Pueblo tradition the Kachinas come and go on the Solstices. I realized that this was a universal vision for the Winter Solstice, what the Hopi refer to as the Soyal Ceremony. I could see various beings coming down from the heavens on the stairway to the Earth. And I could then see them walk right through me as they passed along the ridge of Mound 72 and then walk up another stairway to heaven towards the northeast from that opposite corner of the mound (the coordinate point marked by the San Francisco Peaks in Arizona), now re-ascending for the Summer Solstice.

hopi_dance1921After seeing the Kachinas and other beings ascend back into the heavens, I knew my ceremony was over, that my vision had come to its conclusion, and that it was time to give my thanks to the spirits of Cahokia for allowing me one more chance to see into the magical dynamics of its past and to prepare for my greeting ceremony for the People from Below on the coming Winter Solstice.

Kachina Visions and the Expansion of Cultural Identity

This essay of mine just came out in the latest issue of Journal of Contemporary Shamanism! Here’s a PDF copy.

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coverThis essay compiles several of the experiences I have recounted here in these blog pages concerning my experiences with the Kachinas who visit with me and instruct me.

Enjoy!

Gabriel

 

 

Message from the People from Below

November 30, 2014

Reflecting_cavern_lakeWe are the People from Below, one of the groups with whom you have been making contact on a very subtle level throughout the past year or more. You have felt our presence especially when traveling across Missouri and through western Illinois, and we have much more to tell you about that particular region.

But at this point we wish to focus on this portal here on your property—the Second Portal.

As you know from the ceremony you were led to perform last year on the Solstice, we began on that day a serious stage of our Emergence into this, the very end of your Fourth World as the inauguration of the Fifth.

And we have spent the year testing the waters, so to speak, for it is here at this Second Portal that the waters of the Earth rise above the surface in these sacred pools seen over by the fairies who dedicate their existence to such a process.

emergenceWe speak with and are guided by the Kachinas who have drawn you here, the Kachinas who see over the subterranean passage from one world to the next, from one particular manifestation of being to another, and it has been their job to oversee the arrangements of power, the configurations of energy that make their way into the complex known as the structure of life in a given World.

For each World has its own energetic structure, its own complex of relations of energy, and you are at a turning point now, the transition from one to another, and it is this confluence of world energies that creates a lot of the excitement and a lot of the chaos of the present moment.

For many people are waking up; many people are being instigated to move.

Not everyone understands the particular impulse that drives them. Not everyone recognizes the calling to a higher path than they may have been aware of in previous days in their lives. And some people under the influence of these impulses turn in what we might say are negative directions from a certain limited perspective. They are directions that are not fully consciously aligned with the higher purpose of all beings.

There are others, on the other hand, who are recognizing this calling, who are seeing that they are part of a much larger universal contingent of energies from the heart.

burning-cosmic-heartIt is your hearts that open you up to the possibilities of this change from one World to another. And it is through the heart that these worlds open up and unfold for you. Your heart is itself an abyss; your heart is a black hole, in a sense; your heart is a portal that transports you from one realm to another. You contain All That Is within your heart. You have access to All That Is within your heart. So it is not moving outward but deeper and deeper inward to the vast universe that is at the center of your own being, in your heart. So when Don Juan speaks of a path with heart, it is in part recognition of the heart that is within, that contains All That Is that is a path inward.

Waterhouse-Hylas-NymphsYou have felt the call of the fairies in this pool for the last year and a half, and you have felt them much more strongly in recent days. This is because it is a time for you to gather your forces, your resources, to bring your tribe together and to focus on this Emergence that plays itself out with the Winter Solstice and the Summer Solstice.

We ask you to prepare for an event of such recognition here on this property with the people who you believe will understand, who you know will understand the purpose of such a call. We wish for you to make it as open as possible. As soon as you initiate such a call, things will fall into place. Bring those forces here together in unity of the heart—the universal heart at the center of all beings—and all else will fall into place.

We thank you for the energy you all have brought to your locale, to your continent, to your universe.

Shay shay hanna ay kaymay kayahshayah anna mah ho koinay, chee shiahta, oh kahma hokah ayki, sheynay ayki anna ahkahma a koishay. [Rattle sound] Shay shay shahna ohkamo ho toinay ehkimay ehkimay ehkay ahkasha, shahna ahkamo, yehshay ena hehki, dohshta hanna moh koikay, deeshiah tohmo oh koishay.

Shah shah shah.

Kivi Sky and the Magic of Stroud’s Run

By Gabriel Hartley

November 9, 2014

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We’d been feeling called back to Stroud’s Run State Park for some months now. It is, after all, only about two miles from our house as the crow flies and on the same energetic line that runs through our property straight across Dutch Creek and Scatter Ridge, dropping down from the ridges to Dow Lake. And this energetic line is something else! But with the beauty of gardens to plant and grow and harvest and so much work to do at home, not to mention the constant magic in our own forest right here in our backyard, we just didn’t get back to Stroud’s for awhile.

But this morning, two days after Kivi Sky’s due date, we just felt that it would be right to go, to hike, to get ourselves charged and situated for the upcoming birth. So we drove the five miles or so it takes to get to Stroud’s by road, traveling through some of the most picturesque scenery in the country, parking at the head of the horse trails in the little lot off of Scatter Ridge Road with the beautiful late-morning sun filtering through the mid-Autumn trees.

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We initially started a little way down the first trail we came to, Amaretto Trail, but quickly realized that this path drops down to the lake rather than up and over the ridges to the (unacknowledged) sacred ceremonial stone center we were planning to visit. So we walked back to the dirt road and up to another trail that we thought would take us directly to the stone center.

As way led to way, however, we found that this trail took us far to the southeast of where we had initially planned on going. Instead of being on the high point of the Sundown Trail, we were at the conjunction of the Sundown, Hank, and Indian Mound Trails. It felt as though we had been unconsciously transported to this spot somehow, as though this was one place we were supposed to be but which we never would have chosen to go to on our own. In fact, this was the spot I had at first suggested hiking to, but the parking lot nearest to this spot was closed for construction (probably for fracking).

One beautiful surprise in finding ourselves unexpectedly in this spot was that we were now at another very sacred stone center in the park. This short trail connects the Indian Mound Trail to the Lakeside Trail and drops down from the ancient mounds to the lake shore while passing through several very enchanted fairy abodes. A few summers ago we brought some of my students here on what I call an Akashic Field Trip and this was the first time in a while we had come to this spot together, despite its being one of our favorites.

There are several massive trees that seem to have been exploded across the path, as though blown up by some enormous energy at their base. This has always struck me as an outward sign of the immense energy that shoots through the earth and sky at Stroud’s. Today we found many more trees crossing the paths as we hiked.

Blasted Trunks Across the Path

Blasted Trunks Across the Path

So we gave in to the pleasure of being where we hadn’t planned on going and greeted the fairies below us down the embankments from the path. This particular path took us down to one of my favorite spots, a rock outcropping protected by a series of massive exploded trees. In this particular outcropping one of the main boulders has a beautifully precise split down the middle which we are always drawn to, feeling so good just standing over the crack or stepping down into it.

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Sacred Cleft

Anna’s power seemed to magnify as she stood above the crack, taking in the stone energy that had drawn us there this day to celebrate our oncoming stone/sky boy, Kivi.

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Super Mama-to-Be!

I was drawn to lie down in the crack in a warm bed of leaves with the sun shining in my face.

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Taking in the Earth Energy

As soon as I got comfortable, the Stone Beings started talking to me. They told me that this particular spot contained an immense amount of earth energy and that lying in between the two boulder halves like this gave a person a massive energetic charge. My aching back (sore after throwing it out several days earlier) immediately felt comforted by the energy rising from the earth.

As we dropped down to the path below the stony outcropping, we stopped to take more photos and just take in the scene before us. I was thanking the Stone Beings for this gift of energy and communication when they said, “Well, this is all for your boy about to be born. It’s only appropriate that we Stone Beings welcome this Kivi boy into the world this way!” I then realized why we had been led down this way to this particular rock outcropping and let go into a swirl of thankfulness for being in this universe at this moment.

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As we followed the path we turned onto the Lakeside Trail that follows the north edge of the lake.

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Trail Markers

I had felt especially drawn to the lake this day, in addition to the various rock groups, and was thankful to be walking along the lake shore taking in the Water Energy. The lake expresses itself in a very different way from the Stone and Sky ways.

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Dow Lake

Taking in this water power, we then turned up Haley Trail in order to round around to the northwest to the sacred stone circle, now a couple miles away, that was our original destination. As we passed up along Haley Trail we came to another beautiful stone outcropping that I didn’t remember.

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Haley Trail Stone Group

I was again greeted by the Stone Beings as we approached the cliff face. As I marveled looking upward from them through the tree tops into the sky, they again emphasized that this was a day for greeting Kivi into the world.

The next mile or two proved to be rather wearisome, my back aching more and more and Anna’s pregnant belly feeling the weight and the miles. But the Stone Beings kept reminding us to draw our power from the stone. So we steeled ourselves and marched forward in a mixture of pain and bliss as we turned off to the west onto the Sundown Trail.

As always, arriving at the Sacred Stone Circle was very magical. I could see the Altar Stone—an extremely powerful and predominant stone set off by itself next to the Sundown Trail—glowing in a brilliant etheric light through the hills as we had been drawing closer and now seeing its brilliance face to face was very comforting.

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The Altar Stone

I noticed on this trip that there was a wedge cut into the corner of the stone and felt drawn to lie in this niche.

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The Niche in the Altar Stone

I immediately realized that this niche had served in ancient days as a space travel device of some sort and that the Altar Stone itself was a type of spacecraft (in addition to its other powerful features). I suddenly knew that ancient astronauts had lain in this same groove in order to travel into distant worlds and distant times.

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Anna then lay in the niche herself and took off into the skies.

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The Altar Stone the whole time continued to give off the most comforting energy I could imagine—an energy that felt so primal and so familiar.

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Stony Love

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Happiness

After fifteen minutes or more of communing with the spirits of the place, we climbed up the bank to the rock face above that stands guard over the Altar Stone below.

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Guardian Rocks

 

From here we walked up to the high point of the ridge, a spot that has always revealed itself as a meeting place for humans and Sky Beings. We spent five or ten minutes taking in this new configuration of energy.

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On Top of Kivi Sky Peak

As I was lying on the ground, both to comfort my back and to feel the earth energy throughout my body, I was told that this was the climax of our journey for Kivi.

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Getting Close to Mother Nature

This is the true Kivi Sky point where earth and the heavens meet. This was the dragon-power spot that our Kivi Sky is named after, the unification of earth and heaven.

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End of the Hike

By the time we got back to our car we were quite dizzy, exhausted, and exhilarated! What a miracle this world is! How communicative it can be if you just take the time to listen and to learn. We drove back along Scatter Ridge, dropping down to Dutch Creek—where we came across a small herd of orange long-haired Scottish cattle who greeted on the roadside—as we drove through the magical hills back to our house, listening to Neil Young on the CD player and feeling so beautiful and so full of life.

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Scottish Cattle on Dutch Creek Road