Nature

The last two mornings when Reggie and I walk early just after the sun has come up, the clouds have called me to look at them.  Both mornings, these clouds look like feathers and have an iridescent rainbow light outlining them.  Some of the clouds have gaps in the feathering stretching out in long beautiful wispy forms, just like feathers you might see on the ground or painted in a store.  Their iridescent color uplifts me and takes me to a place of mystic and magic.  I watch until the clouds begin to dissipate and the color fades.  Spirit has just blessed me on my morning walk with such incredible beauty and grace.

 

As a child I used to lay out in the field, look up at the clouds, and make objects out of them, such as a dog, rabbit, angel, or a variety of other things.  I did this for my entertainment, the joy of seeing what my connection with the clouds could create.  I do this infrequently as an adult just to connect in, to draw the clouds close to me, to create a shape, face, or object, to play with the clouds.  Spirit connected me to these beautiful clouds to show me that Spirit is everywhere I choose to open to it.

 

A friend of mine also connects with the clouds.  As we are driving along, she will see dragons or dog faces or other shapes and call my attention to them if I am busy with the car and road.  We appreciate the clouds in a way that brings us closer to Spirit as some are messages from our loved ones on The Other Side, and some are messages from whatever is being displayed.

 

The shapes, colors, and movement of clouds fascinate and evoke feelings in me. Growing up with a farmer father taught me to watch the clouds so I know what weather systems are coming.  The Winter brings huge dark storm clouds quickly moving in with thunder, lightning, rain, snow, wind, and great energy changes.  I feel exhilarated and energized with these clouds.  The white to gray puffy Spring clouds bring showers to the refresh the Earth and uplift my spirits.  Spring is my favorite time of year with the clouds blessing everything budding out and opening.  The white streaming Summer clouds traveling in bring spots of relief from the hot sun or can bring hail destroying crops, harming animals and property.  I appreciate the cool spots and pray for the harmful parts.  The color variety of Fall clouds bring cooler air inviting the trees to release their leaves and all on Earth to begin their rest.  The clouds speak to my soul with their shapes, colors, and movement changing my feelings, energy, vibration, and frequency.  A reverence, respect, and love for each of the clouds and the cloud seasons fills me with awe at Spirit’s magnificent displays.

 

This morning’s feather clouds reminded me of when I was at Machu Picchu in South America, I was given a Condor Feather by a Shaman.  This is a rare and precious gift that few have the privilege to experience as Condor feathers are sacred in South America.  I knew I was to bring this Condor Feather to another shaman in North America, thus uniting the two continents sacred energy, vibration, and frequency.  The Condor Feather was given to White Eagle in Mount Shasta, CA.  The memory of this brought a flow of peace and love into my body as I am writing this.  Spirit showering me with gratitude for my part in the Condor Feather’s journey and for sharing the honor and reverence of the mission with the feather clouds.

 

Feather light shines on me from the clouds that float by reminding me that always I am Spirit in action, as well as gifted, entertained, protected and supported by Spirit.

 

Reggie looks at the feathers he finds or that I have on my bookshelf, sniffs them, and then goes on his merry way.  He has no interest if they don’t fly so he can chase them.  Outside when the birds take off with their wings spread wide, he barks at them secretly wishing he could fly too and touch the clouds.  Nancy and Reggie♥

This morning, as every morning, Reggie and I go out to the garden first thing after our walk.  It is cool with the smell of the flowers, shrubs, trees, and the slightly moist Earth.  As I step out on my patio, I say “Good Morning my beautiful garden.”  Reggie gives a little bark as he bounces out on the deck announcing to the garden and the neighborhood that he is here.  The energy, vibration and frequency elevate as I speak and the most joyful, peaceful feeling settles over me.  I am walking into a sacred place and the garden’s Spirit is welcoming me and Reggie.

 

I walk a certain way so I make sure to view and talk with each part of the garden – my children’s rose bushes, my mini-orchard with the garden box full of tomatoes and cantaloupe and fruit trees, my mini-forest filled with ivy, and all of the beautiful azaleas, camellias, hydrangeas, ferns, lilies, petunias, lantana, geraniums, and other flowering and non-flowering plants whose names are unknown to me.

 

The older peach tree is loaded with peaches.  I have been checking them every day to see if they are ready to pick.  They are small this year as the intense heat in July and August seemed to stunt their growth.  As I step down into the mini-orchard, I see a peach on the ground and another in the Iris bed.  I pick them up and smell them; they are ready.  Spirit let me know it is time to pick the peaches.  So, I get my big basket and pick all but the small green peaches off the tree.  I have a heaping basket of peaches to share, freeze, and enjoy.

 

Peach is one of my favorite fruits because of its color, smell, outer fuzzy feel when held, the inner texture and taste, especially the juice.  It comforts me with all that it is and all the ways that it can be used – eaten off the tree, made into pie, cobbler, jelly or jam, topping for oatmeal or yogurt, ice cream, smoothies, fragrance to be sprayed into a room, and other uses.  In my curiosity to know more about the peach, I looked it up on Wikipedia; what it said is quoted (slightly edited) below.

 

“The peach (Prunus persica) is a decidious tree native to the region of Northwest China between the Tarim Basin and the north slopes of the Kunlun Mountains, where it was first domesticated and cultivated.  It bears an edible juicy fruit called a peach or a nectarine.

 

“The specific name persica refers to its widespread cultivation in Persia (modern-day Iran), from where it was transplanted to Europe. It belongs to the genus Prunus which includes             the cherry, apricot, almond and plum in the rose family.  The peach is classified with the almond in the subgenus Amygdalus, distinguished from the other subgenera by the corrugated seed shell. Due to their close relatedness, the inside of a peach stone tastes remarkably similar to almond, and peach stones are often used to make a cheap version of marzipan, known as persipan….

 

“China alone produced 58% of the world’s total for peaches and nectarines in 2016.”

 

Such a rich history and journey from China to my mini-orchard.  Reading that it belongs in the rose family surprised and delighted me as the red rose is one of my favorite flowers.  Two things I love connected in a way I did not know before seems especially heartwarming to me.  I thank the peach tree for bringing forth such bounty, for coming to the United States, and my garden.  It reminds me of Reggie’s and my history of our journey from the Spirit world to these bodies on this Earth.  What marvelous experiences the peach tree, Reggie and I have had.

 

The peach tree is older and somewhat frail, has produced fruit for many years, and was beginning to fall over with the roots starting to protrude out of the ground.  My gardener straightened it up and tied it to the entrance arbor to the mini-orchard so it is secure.  It reminds me of my Self in that there are times I need Spirit to help me straighten my Self up, reconnect me more securely, so I keep growing and producing.

 

The birds helped themselves to some of the peaches that are ripe on one side.  I pick these also and know I can cut out the part that has marks from their little beaks.  I am happy to share the peaches with them as they make my garden so joyful with their songs, nests, and little ones flying around.  Spirit reminds me of the joy of sharing with nature and all, whether it be fruit, words, fertilizer, water, trimming, or sending it my Light and Love.  It returns to me in infinite ways each time I look out my window, step out into the garden, or connect silently with the incredible visible and invisible worlds.

 

Reggie smells the peaches and decides he has no interest in eating or playing with them, which is a good decision on his part.  He runs off to see what is going on in the bushes and mini-forest.  He is happy in his mini-world while I am outside.  When I am done, he wants to come inside with me – his Spirit has finished helping me play in the garden so he can rest now.  Another early morning blessed by the peaches, the garden, Reggie, and Spirit.  Nancy and Reggie♥

Mount Shasta in the Cascade Range has always been “the mountain” for me.  It is a sacred place that I connect with in a way that goes beyond the Earth plane and is immersed in the Divine.  This mountain has much lore associated with it.  The following (slightly edited) lore is quoted from Wikipedia.

 

Religion and legends

Main article: Legends of Mount Shasta

The lore of some of the Klamath Tribes in the area held that Mount Shasta is inhabited by the Spirit of the Above-World, Skell, who descended from heaven to the mountain’s summit at the request of a Klamath chief. Skell fought with Spirit of the Below-World, Llao, who resided at Mount Mazama by throwing hot rocks and lava, probably representing the volcanic eruptions at both mountains.

Italian settlers arrived in the early 1900s to work in the mills as stonemasons and established a strong Catholic presence in the area. Many other faiths have been attracted to Mount Shasta over the years—more than any other Cascade volcano.   Mount Shasta City and Dunsmuir, California, small towns near Shasta’s western base, are focal points for many of these, which range from a Buddhist monastery (Shasta Abbey, founded by Houn Jiyu-Kennett in 1971) to modern-day Native American rituals. A group of Native Americans from the McCloud River area practice rituals on the mountain.

Mount Shasta has also been a focus for non-Native American legends, centered on a hidden city of advanced beings from the lost continent of Lemuria. The legend grew from an offhand mention of Lemuria in the 1880s, to a description of a hidden Lemurian village in 1925.  In 1931, Wisar Spenle Cerve wrote Lemuria: the lost continent of the Pacific, published by the Rosicrucians, about the hidden Lemurians of Mount Shasta that cemented the legend in many readers’ minds.

In August 1987, believers in the spiritual significance of the Harmonic Convergence described Mount Shasta as one of a small number of global “power centers”.  Mount Shasta remains a focus of “New Age” attention.

 

I began going to Mount Shasta in the 1970’s, moved to Bella Vista 60 miles south of it in 1988, frequently visited it when I lived close, and continue to visit it now though not as often.  Spirit guided me there and kept bringing me back until I moved close to it, so the connection could be amplified, purified and anchored.

 

Yesterday morning, I awoke with the mountain calling me.  I had a clear visual picture of the mountain with both of us radiating with the greatest joy at our joining.  We were one, immersed in the Light of each other and radiating it back and forth to each other, then out to All That Is.  The feeling of the mountain’s calling stayed with me all day so I know it is time for me to go there physically.  It renews my soul at depth as well as the rest of me.  When I am there, I am at pure peace.

 

Much happens around and on the mountain.  Many of those who live in Mount Shasta City on the side of the mountain, feel that the energy of the mountain closes down when there are threats to its water source, its forests, its meadows, or any part of it.   Many corporations have attempted to establish businesses there only to have them thwarted for one reason or another before they can get started.  It is as though the mountain and the community living there unite to keep it pristine and protected. 

 

It is interesting to listen to people when I say I am going to Mount Shasta.  Some say they have driven, taken the train or bus by and want to stop as they feel something unusual.  Many have had unusual spiritual experiences with and without drugs.  There are several extremely interesting books by locals who have had these experiences. 

 

Others come to Mount Shasta to absorb the energy of the mountain such as that in Panther Meadows.  Some bring groups to the mountain to give them experiences in the vortexes around it.  Still others come just to camp, stay at a motel, bed and breakfast, or rent a home just to be in the beauty of nature with the mountains, valleys, meadows, waterways, sky, and clean air.  The Headwaters of the Sacramento River begin there.  Lake Siskiyou, Castle Lake and other lakes offer the Alpine Lake experience.  There is mountain climbing on Mount Shasta, hiking and biking around the mountain and in Mount Shasta City, summer festivals, winter skiing, and hot springs nearby.  The majority of people love Mount Shasta when they visit it and forget about it once they leave.  It seems to me Spirit is activating the visitors in ways unknown to them, but which changes their lives for the better.

 

For some, other sacred nature places or people in the United States and around the world touch their hearts and souls in a special way.  Spirit draws us to whatever sacred place or person will open us at the deepest level.  For me it is the mountain.

 

Mount Shasta draws within me a Divine Love.  It is always with me as my Beingness is merged with it in a way it is not anywhere else I have traveled in the world.  Although others speak about the mountain closing to them, Mount Shasta has never closed to me.  I give it my wholehearted love, my deep honor and respect, my protection, treat it with reverence, guard its mystic and mysteries, and bless it with pure Divine Light.  It is Holy, Sacred, and of the Highest Order of Divinity for those who have been touched by its Grace.  To me, it is a rare and precious gift from Source that I cherish.

 

When I leave this body, my ashes will be taken to Mount Shasta – taken home –  to rest in the arms of the mountain.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, merging with the mountain in a literal way.  My Spirit free to fly!

 

Reggie loves to go to the mountain as he likes all the different smells, areas to explore, and new walking places.  He appreciates that I do not take him into the mountains to walk as he would be a snack for a bear or a meal for a mountain lion.  He is friskier in the cool, fresh mountain air as he too connects with the mountain.  We are blessed beyond measure with all that Spirit gives us through the mountain.  Nancy and Reggie♥