Well, here it is the middle of the week and I’m in California drumming and rattling and journeying through the spirit worlds at another workshop. I hope everyone is having a good time doing whatever it is they are doing. And if you aren’t, START NOW!
Since I was running a little short on time, I thought I would bring in a guest author, Mahatma Gandhi. I would have liked to spend some time with this wonderful, peace loving man. Perhaps when I get back from my workshop I’ll invite him to my Sacred Garden for tea.
The outward freedom that we shall attain will only be in exact proportion to the inward freedom to which we may have grown at a given moment. And if this is a correct view of freedom, our chief energy must be concentrated on achieving reform from within. – Mahatma Gandhi
Your beliefs become your thoughts. Your thoughts become your words, You words become your actions, Your actions become your habits. Your habits become your values. Your values become your destiny. – Mahatma Gandhi
If you do not find God in the next person you meet, it is a waste of time looking for him further. – Mahatma Gandhi
The difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing would suffice to solve most of the world’s problems. – Mahatma Gandhi
I typically journey about three or four times a week. Sometimes I have a destination or a subject in mind before hand and sometimes I do not. Sometimes after I get to my Sacred Garden an idea for a journey occurs to me, or is suggested by my helping spirits, and sometimes I just sit, relax and unwind.
Sunday night I didn’t really have anything particular in mind when I headed off for my Sacred Garden. After arriving I offered my customary greeting to all those spirits that are in relation with me, and then told my spirit helpers, guides and ancestors that I was leaving the journey up to them. I immediately found myself at the head of the trail off one side of my Sacred Garden that leads to the lower worlds; the dreamtime of the earth, animal and nature spirits. The trail emptied out into a large clearing, and in the middle of the clearing was the spirit of the tree I wrote about in my post titled Grand Tetons, The Patriarch. I greeted my friend and asked if he had a message for me. I felt the spirit of the tree embrace me and my journey began.
The past few days have been hot with low humidity, and the Bone Creek fire in the Big Horn Mountains just west of me has picked back up. Most days, the smoke does not come down into Sheridan, but this afternoon the winds were out of the northwest, and the smoke descended on us, filling the air with that sweet smell.
I find the smell of wood smoke unbelievably intoxicating and if I relax into its sweet embrace it will carry me away. I’m not sure where this link to wood smoke comes from, but I’ve had it as long as I can remember. I spent about an hour sitting out on my steps tonight surrounded by it’s sweetness. At one point, I became aware of a soft distant drumming, then came the chanting of some Native American ceremony, and I could sense them dancing around a fire in their finest ceremonial dress. It was at this point that the mosquitos and bugs became too much of a distraction and I came back inside.
Tonight I will sleep with all my windows open and invite the spirits of the smoke to come in and again carry me away.
We are each an individual and each of us has a different level of connection with our “Upstairs.” Although there can be many methods by which we receive information and guidance, there are three that are most common. Briefly, these are:
- Knowings: These can be described as sort of a “feeling” where you become aware of the information you seek. It is more of a direct transfer of information which does not include visual or auditory cues. For me, these are almost always accompanied by a rush of energy or a feeling of heat in the physical which feels as if every nerve ending in my body has been stimulated.
- Visual images: These can come as still images, a series of still images, or as moving images like a movie. Sometimes they may be in black and white, and sometimes in color, and the images may be in familiar physical-world form, or in the form of symbols.
- Auditory: You actually hear in your mind words in your native language that convey information.
Those on “the other side” are very efficient, and they may use different methods at different times depending on which will convey the information with the least distortion given where we are physically, mentally, and emotionally at that particular moment. I even know some who receive information through smell. When they ask a question, or request information, it is carried to them on a fragrance. Joe McMoneagle, who was Remote Viewer 001 in the government’s Stargate remote viewing program, receives his guidance with feathers. He opens up his channel to guidance, clears his mind, and when the solution comes, he will either see a feather on the ground, or one will float down in his field of view. He’s been using this method for years, and has thousands of feathers.
Upstairs can also use others here in the physical to bring us messages. There have been numerous times when I have asked for information on one thing or another, and it has ended up coming to me via a friend, or even a stranger in a line at the grocery store.
Although we may all want the grand visuals complete with a full musical score, not all of us will get them, and really, that should not matter to us. What is important is to work with what we have, and become proficient at using it. It shouldn’t matter by what method guidance comes to us, but only that it does come.
What’s up with all my coverage on Little Goose fire? As I told you in my post Little Goose Canyon, I had a wonderful experience up there, and have had a couple more this summer as well. For me there is a magic to Little Goose Canyon. It has a feel about it that’s hard to describe – one that I very much enjoy. Since it’s difficult to get to without a four wheel drive, you don’t have to worry about it being crowded either. For me it was a local place of solitude and beauty.
After the fires are extinguished, and I am allowed to go back up there, I will. Sure it will have changed, but everything changes; change is the only true constant. I look forward to next spring when the snow has gone and the rebirth begins in bursts of green and Little Goose Creek is flowing strong and singing its song.