04/14/08

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path. Tonight I pause to take in the sights and sounds of the jungle forest, noticing the vibrant scents, the magnificent bird song, the calming of the breeze from the trade winds. The earthen path is cool and soft under my feet as I slowly walk toward my waterfall. As I approach the pools edge the breeze carries some of the falls mist gently caressing my cheek. Tonight I eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side. As I surface on the other side I find myself standing with Wascar he greets me with a warm embrace and instantly we are in a room of multicolored fire / light. The fire and light have converged into one unique entity that is the same yet different that either individually.

As I gaze into the flames intently I realize that the word “trust” is dancing and playing on the flames and beams of light. While I am watching the colorful show the scene changes to my secluded “secret” beach on Kauai’s north shore. I am sitting there meditating in solitude as I have done so often. After some peaceful time passes the crashing waves carry a talking stick to my feet. Empathically asking the purpose of the stick, I am told that it contains my wisdom, especially my wisdom to teach. Picking up the talking stick, I find myself in a room with a large fire place.

Placing some sage into the fire and the flames shot a beam of brilliant white light out of the chimney and back down in the room bathing the whole scene in its brilliance and then the light settles into the talking stick in my hand. As the light dies down I find myself with Wascar saying aloha and returning.

04/07/08

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path, I noticed the wonderful bird song, the inland breeze from the trade winds was warm, and the air held a magnetic peacefulness that was captivating. Eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.

Pulling myself out of the pool, I notice that I am glowing, pulsating a brilliant white and golden light. Wascar was standing at the mouth of the cavern and he was luminescent as well. Embracing, we walk into a rainbow and experience the “bringing together of light” Stepping out of the rainbow, we enter a chamber where my guides were standing around a chest, stepping closer they “present” me with the chest, I open the chest. Together we gaze into the chest and a brilliant multi colored light shoots out. As we become used to its brilliance we both experience the harmony and beauty of the rainbows light converging into pure white. Ezekiel says that after this final storm we have the opportunity to experience convergence once again…

03/24/08

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path, I noticed the wonderful bird song, the inland breeze from the trade winds was warm, and the air held a magnetic peacefulness that was captivating. Eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.

Greeting Wascar I hand him a stone from my mesa. Standing we appear in a room like a toy makers workshop. Wascar tells me that this room contains all of my old tools for fixing things from my old story the way that I used to. He says to pick several and place them into the fire, since I can no longer fix things like I used to. Tossing them into the fire, I ask him about the possibility of burning the whole lot of tools, Wascar simply laughs, saying “no”. The flames grew larger and switched into a fire place. As they burned the flames changed colors, red, green, blue, yellow, orange… Wascar then whispers to me that my power is now in my voice and I notice that the amulet containing my voice is now pulsating.

03/16/08

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path, I noticed the wonderful bird song, the inland breeze from the trade winds was warm, and the air held a magnetic peacefulness that was captivating. Eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.

Leaving the caver I approach Wascar giving him a big hug and a lock. As he sits the lock down the whole landscape turn crystalline, we begin walking following the mountains down into a large crystalline canyon. Rounding a bend I almost stumble into a large mirror. Looking closely into the mirror I realize the mirror is really a doorway, with this realization I also notice that I begin to change into my 14 year old self. Then suddenly we are standing there face to face in the crystal canyon. Rather timidly he says remember, “I hid my voice to be accepted, to fit in” however, I overcompensated by withdrawing socially. Then I notice a locket floating like the one that held Ariel’s voice in the Little Mermaid. Wascar told me that in this locket is my social voice, and that I should now use it wisely. Suddenly a friend is there placing the locket around my neck, helping me to my voice into my current essence. Wascar reached his hand out placing crystal fragment of the canyon walls into my hand. Clasping my hand in his I could feel the pulsating energy of a higher vibratory frequency flow through and absorb into my body, becoming part of me.

03/15/08

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path, I noticed the wonderful bird song, the inland breeze from the trade winds was warm, and the air held a magnetic peacefulness that was captivating. Eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.

This time I hand Wascar a Rose and he says come with me. As we step forward we enter a scene of a park. Families are playing, enjoying the weather and picnics that many of them are occupied with. Then fighting and arguing erupt. Wascar simply looks at me intently watching my reaction. Touching my shoulder we appear in another room. A small boy is sitting in this room all alone and is very sad, the room is filled with the energy of sadness and loneliness, and again as I watch this scene Wascar gazes at me intently. After a while he says “come” and we enter a room that is so peaceful and full of love that the sheer pleasure is almost overwhelming. The first thing I notice is a heart floating Wascar firmly tells me to take the heart that it’s mine, that it’s been waiting and that now that I have it back a whole new world of possibilities will open for me. With
my heart I return.

03/15/08

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path, I noticed the wonderful bird song, the inland breeze from the trade winds was warm, and the air held a magnetic peacefulness that was captivating. Eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.

Pulling myself out of the pool I walk out of the cavern to find Wascar once again sitting by the fire, as I greet him I hand him three oranges. He speaks softly saying we must go now and as his words fade a doorway without a door appears with great respect we step through and into a room. The room is brightly lit, full of shelves containing brightly painted wooden toys and toy statues of equal brilliance. A young boy dressed like “Opie” comes out from behind one of the shelves and says he was scared from all of the loud arguments. He reaches out taking my hand leading me into another room, which is similar to an alcove again there is no door. This room is dimly lit and has a small round table in the center that’s about waist high. On the table is a statue of a horse that looks like a mustang pony. The horse is reared on its hind legs. I asked Wascar the meaning of the pony, in a soft voice he tells me that the mustang represents my freedom and courage, and that it’s time for me to take them back with me. With them I will no longer feel the need to own other’s issues. That I am now free, as I should be. I then take the statue and ask the boy if he wasn’t to return with me as well, he says no that his work is finished.

3/10/08

The intent for tonight’s journey was take back that part of yourself you gave away to someone or for purpose.

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path my staff slung over my back. The ground is very hard and cold this evening. The breeze even ahs a distinct chill to it. Walking towards the pool the fine mist sends chills up my spine, thinking about the cold and knowing how much I don’t like to be cold I tentatively slide into the water. The air contains a mixture of muddled scents playing their unique symphony of release and freedom. I think to myself how I am facing the unknown, the unremembered and how I long to run down this path that is now before me. Taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.

To my surprise Wascar was there waiting for me with a beautifully beaded buckskin jacket. Swimming to the edge he reaches out to lend a hand and effortlessly lifts me completely out of the pool. Standing there we exchange greetings as he hands me the jacket. As soon as I put it on he smiles and embraces me, then says come we’ve got work to do, walking over to the wall of the cavern and pushes to my amazement the wall opens just like a door to a dark room. As I’m gazing into the darkness Wascar says take this spool of red twine and toss it. Immediately we are in a forest thick with undergrowth, the twine tangled within the prickly coppice.

Instinctively I begin following the twine, wading through the bramble for what seemed like hours upon hours. Eventually the twine ended tied to a very old sign that read “there is no need to feel obligated to do for others; when giving do not give yourself away.” Then another door appeared, opening it I could see a young boy sitting on the opposite side of a fire. Without saying anything I sat down. His gaze fell intensely on my eyes, after an uncomfortable silence he said, “it’s not your responsibility, remember our grandfather and his sadness for letting our people down? Us leaving our homes so long ago was not your burden, it is not for you bare, it was for you to see and learn from, that’s all. Through your sorrow, love for our people and your love for grandfather you adopted pleasing others many times forsaking yourself.”

As he spoke these last words I yanked pulling hard on the twine that was now in my hand and very quickly wound it completely around a small stick. Wascar, whom I’d forgotten about, whispered, “blow” and as I did the bundle of string burst into flames and disappeared. When the light from the flames dimmed Wascar and I were back at his campfire, looking up he smiled and said “the jacket fits you, you should keep it; isn’t healing a good thing.” Standing up I told him good night and returned…

02/25/08

The intent for tonight’s journey was to answer any question that I have.

As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path my staff slung over my back. The ground is very muddy as I walk the mud squishes between my toes. The trail is not more difficult to walk on or even slippery, just very muddy. Approaching the small clearing I feel the cool spray from the waterfall and realize the rains must have been very heavy. The air contains the scent of rebirth and renewal that always seems to follow a cleansing rainstorm. After pausing for a moment to take in the refreshingly beautiful aura. I think to myself how happy I am, how happy I am to be here this night. Walking over to my entry pool, I jump in, the water feels cool, welcome and somehow more inviting that I remember. Taking a breath I flip over swimming down, down, down. Tonight the crystals that line the walls of the pool fluoresce, twinkling and shimmering, as if they are greeting me, beckoning me on. Without much hesitation I continue headfirst through the narrow opening and on into the pool on the other side.

Surfacing, I lay back floating taking in the damp fragrance of the cave noticing how different it is from the waterfall. Swimming over to the side I pull myself out and slowly turn around, thinking the torches seem brighter tonight… Walking out of the cavern, I proceed over to Wascar. We exchange our customary greetings and I give him a large folded linen. Tonight Wascar says the things I will see are sacred to me and are about an element of my current path and what the near future holds. Wascar tells me that there are once again four chambers for me to visit; he says the first chamber contains the story of the answer to my questions current story. As soon as he finishes speaking a wooden plank door appears in front of us.

Reaching for the knob, I open the door and as I do millions of Monarch butterflies come flying out swirling around me circling and spiraling upward. When the cloud of butterflies dissipates enough, the scenery is breathtaking. It’s a wondrous gently rolling meadow, with wild flowers growing everywhere. In the far distance are some small hills that the wild flowers cover as well. Standing here I feel loved and in love. The colors are vibrant reds, yellows, oranges, purples, blues and many shades of green. The sky is so very clear and such a deep shade of blue. I feel that this is the place of a new beginning on that is very near to manifesting in my life. In the distance on my left side there is a grove of quaking aspen trees with a door standing among them. Thinking about this door my scene fades.

I am now standing in a very small, sparsely decorated one-room cabin this room is cold (everything is tinted shades of blue and gray), covered in thick layers of dust, and cobwebs are over all of the contents of the room. A lady in a dark color, hooded shawl appears with her back to me she pauses and then hesitantly leaves the cabin locking the door. As she paused I felt a sense of fear, and sadness almost as if she were leaving a child or her childhood in this place. She was definitely ready for the next phase of life, and this new beginning was in some ways scary too. This place had given her sanctuary and comfort but was no longer needed…
Immediately after the door lock clanked shut, I was standing in another room with a fire pit in the center. A fire was burning, the room warm, comfortable, peaceful and happy. I was standing there holding a leather bound book. The books title was embossed and using my peripheral vision I could tell that it read “Our Past Mistakes, Pain, Fear and Bad Choices.” Reaching forward I place the book in the fire. The flames immediately grow, crackling and popping, the book quickly burns as the glowing embers rise they turn into Monarch butterflies that swirl out of the top of the room.

When the flames die down and the last butterfly leaves, the scene changes back to a rolling meadow similar to the first with hills off into the distance, wild flowers everywhere and this time there’s a small two story yellow house just ahead of me. This place is full of joy, happiness and LOVE. Walking slowly through the flowers I approach the house, it has a porch wrapping around the front and right side. A large path takes off from the front porch heading into the hills where the path has many forks, twists and turns. It reminds me of a majestic oak tree, strong, resilient, patient, compassionate and giving.

Where ever and whom ever you may be my angel, I want you to know that this journey means so much to me, it contains part of your path as well as some of our shared path. I look forward to all the forks, twists and turns of life especially since I know that from now on our path is lined with wild flowers and butterflies….

02/11/08

I am on my familiar path my staff slung over my back, walking along until I reach the small clearing where my waterfall and entry pool await. Jumping in the water felt cool and welcome. Taking a breath I flip over swimming down, down, down, head first through the narrow opening and on into the pool on the other side.

Pulling myself out on the other side I walk out of the cavern and over to Wascar. We exchange our customary greetings and I give him some flat bread that’s wrapped in a red cloth. He tells me that there are once again four chambers for me to visit. The first chamber contains the story of what we believed. As I enter this chamber It’s dark and raining very hard, the wind is howling and the only thing in sight is a very young boy sitting all alone, drenched on a tree stump, with lightning striking all around and thunder roaring. I believed I was all alone and that in the end I would be left all alone…

In the second chamber, there is a table with a bonsai tree sitting on it, the tree is sick and extremely root bound, I remove the tree from its container and examine the mess of tangled and dying roots. While I’m looking at the root ball, Jaguar approaches and immediately I am inside the root ball trapped with no way out. Now Jaguar says that I must dissolve the mess. I freeze, hesitating; finally Jaguar says, “blow”. As soon as I blow the root ball disappears bursting into a ball of brilliant white light that should have hurt my eyes, but didn’t. This room represented getting rid of what I believed.

In the third chamber, the bonsai was there; I picked it up and planted the trunk in the ground. Immediately it turned into a majestic oak. The oak was now growing in the same location where the stump was earlier. Now this scene was beautiful, birds, flowers, warmth and an overwhelming sense of love.

In the last chamber, I had the bonsai in my hands and walked over to a fire place and tossed it in, as it caught fire it sparked, crackled and popped new life into the room and as the sparks died down a sepia toned portrait appeared. The people in the picture were mylong awaited angel, my children, their families and me. The sense of contentment and love was something that caught me off guard and choked me up. I did not expect this…

01/10/08

I’m walking slowly on my familiar path my staff slung over my back. I walked along this path to the small clearing where my waterfall and entry pool await. Jumping in the water felt cool and welcome. Taking a breath I flip over swimming down, down, down, head first through the narrow opening and on into the pool on the other side.

Pulling myself out on the other side I walk out of the cavern and over to Wascar. We exchange our customary greetings and then I continue on to the first of four chambers. The first chamber was dark and a shell was on a pedestal in one corner of the room. The pedestal was lit by a spot light from directly above, the intensity of the light made the shell glow. A voice spoke saying to honor my good health by using my gifts specifically that of running and that longevity beyond my expectations will remain.

In the next chamber there was a flurry of crazy action movies, so much activity that I couldn’t capture and specific details. I did sense that people I know were there, and that the activity was likely their life stories. Then in the third chamber, there was a fire pit and as I approached the fire I was told to honor my diversity.

In the last chamber, Was a paper crammed with writing and a quill pen, I walked over to the paper and began to read it. The paper was contract, which I signed and as soon as my signature was complete the contract burst into flames. Immediately I was back by Wascar, I said goodbye and returned.