Blessings of the 11-11-11 at 11:11 am!
Alright! This shall be fun! I've decided to start writing a regular blog. Against some strong internal resistance now overcome, in the name of furthering the Awakening on this blessed Mother Earth. I don't channel anybody. Neither am I usually inclined to share my perspective, because a) it is constantly evolving and changing; and b) after 25 years of being an awakening Warrior - heck, I'm odd!! I keep it under my witch's hat!
But I see now, after several years of catch-up reading on Spirit Library and Galactic Free Press, and thanks to people like Dehon - there are enough light workers, awakening ones, and evolving multi-dimensionals out there who might appreciate and even benefit from hearing about some of the more interesting points of my journey, whacky as it might seem sometimes. So I am going to start telling you about my life.
I am a Capricorn. My world is very much about working with the Earth. I live out in wild nature in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada of Northern California, USA. This is a very interesting, beautiful, and still mostly-wild place. Paradise, if you can take the hot-dry/cold-wet extremes. And the energies emanating forth from the land. The nickname of this region is The Motherlode -- referring to the Goldrush Era starting from the mid 1800's and continuing into the early part of the last century when the land was brutally raped for gold by ever more efficient means, and the earth/sky continuum was severed. Terrible things happened out here, the vibrations of which are still in the land. Clearable and healable, yes. But not without the human element coming forth, which is partly why I decided to start writing, because I have a lot of experience working with the Elementals, Nature Kingdoms, and Earth energies, as well as with the awakening process.
There will be things I will say that I can't prove. This is a perspective -- and my readers are free to draw their own conclusions. Some of it might sound pretty whacky. Well - it is. That doesn't mean it's not real for me. I have waded out alone far from the human group consciousness, into the realms of Mystery, the night, the Underworld, nature, the forest, the realm of animal powers and magic. There have been some interesting initiations and influences. And in spite of the solitary directions of my path, it has led me to become more human, more involved in life and community, and more aware of what is going on in the world and cosmos at large. This blog initiates a new step in my evolving interest in, and desire and power to influence the awakening consciousness on this Earth. And to that end, I will tell you a little story connected to this time of year:
A 4-footed Appointment with Destiny
November 10th, 2006, a late Sunday afternoon after the first couple of fall rains, perfect weather to go out looking for wild mushrooms in the woods. I decided to walk a much loved trail, a cowpath made several years ago by my 2 naughty bovines at the time, that almost circles the large manzanita forest on the 85 acre ranch on which I live. This is a big dense mysterious forest of old growth manzanita, which is a chaparral plant indigenous to my elevation in the Sierras. Beautiful plant. Grows to some 12 feet in height and is a super hard wood. Burns real hot. I've got a most wonderful forest of it in the center of my ranch. The cows in their curiosity made a pathway in the woods mostly around it, and after they left I totally enhanced it so that I could go the full way around the manzanita grove and still be in the woods. It was necessary at the time to begin patrolling the boarders of the land, as these weird and destructive neighbors had moved in and started clearing (gasp!) the manzanita all over the place on their property and were causing trouble and overstepping people's boundaries, so I wanted to monitor their activities unseen by them.
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In the process of walking the land over the years I also discovered a very special and secret trail that spiralled deep into the heart of the manzanita grove. I had only been down that trail twice before, and at which time I cleared it up a bit to make it more passable. It dead-ended way into the manzanita, but was a very cool trail as I recalled. This is the pathway I decided to take on that Sunday afternoon, remembering that I had seen a mushroom or 2 down it the last time. And also I wanted to avoid any potential confrontation with the neighbors' pitbulls. I could have just as easily gone around the manzanita grove and bypassed that trail - but - I confess that I find it very mystical, there is something special about the grove. Some kind of hidden unseen compelling energy. Maybe because no humans ever have gone in there, at least not much, and not for a long time. It is very very wild feeling.
So on that fateful day I had my little basket in hand and decided to walk in there. Late afternoon but still light enough. It's amazing how dense the manzanita is, and when you kneel down and look there are tunnels, pathways and corridors shooting off everywhere. Not hard to imagine how much fun the wild animals must have in there. I entered the opening in the manzanita and began the gradually spiralling walk to the left, pushing aside or ducking the occasional protruding branch and keeping an eye out for mushrooms. This trail goes a long ways, it seemed like I walked for maybe 20 minutes, slowly making my way. Manzanita is like a living cathedral for me. I just love to be within it's energy field. At one point I got to the spot where I couldn't go any further, and was pausing and looking around a bit. Twisting deeply to my left, I caught sight of the brown legs of an animal not too far away, and thought - deer or something. When I stood up and fully turned around to face the path behind me, there some 15 feet away down the path which I just had walked, stood a mountain lion.
(I didn't take this picture by the way. Oh to have had a camera in hand!)
We looked at each other a long time. He was kind of crouching there on the trail just looking at me, not moving ANYTHING. I was looking at him too, not moving ANYTHING, except inside all kinds of things were moving. I felt my assemblage point shifting from here to there to there, and I was just watching, transfixed at the various places it nearly settled on (like "okay if I have to fight him I will"). When it finally grounded and settled, my awareness was in a deep ancient space where I don't think I've ever quite gone before, and I heard myself start to speak to the lion: "I am the steward here".
I spoke to him for maybe 5 minutes. Don't ask me what all I said. I told him I love cats. The last thing I heard myself say when the energy of the encounter was getting too much was "I wanna go back now", and at that point he turned around and made his way back down the spiralling trail.
It took me some minutes to process and get a grip on what now to do, after which there was nothing to be done but collect myself and go back down the trail - behind the lion - and get out of the woods for the afternoon. So, I took a deep breath, and started walking - and out comes a song! The energy of the song, the singing, the expression of fear into something other than fear was like a shield of protection. So I sang as I walked back out, and at one point he popped his head up to look at me as he scurried along, and then I didn't see him any more. Just an Arrrrggggggghf in the woods a little later on to let me know he was still around but not too close. As I left the grove I found myself turning in utter humility and thanksgiving, arms upraised and speaking to the Forest and the cougar "Thank you for letting me live, I want a relationship with you".
And with that, a most interesting and unusual feline friendship was initiated.
Happy 11-11-11 at 11:11 am!!!
Kristine Lavender Love
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