Sacred Journey~Mount Shasta

As I sip the last of the sacred water I harvested from Mount Shasta my heart longs for the precious energy of the many bodies of water the mountain offers. The Mountain has been calling me for many years since my 2019 visit. I waited for someone to take the journey with me, but each time I had plans, my traveling companions backed out. This year the calling was too great. I pulled up my bootstraps and bit the bullet. I packed the car for the summer and Cowboy and I took to the road. It was a long drive, 15 hours. I never drove that far alone before. After hours of nothing but desert on the open road I arrived and landed at the foot of this magical Mama.

The first half of my visit was purging, physically and emotionally. I thought Sedona had squeezed every impurity out of me but nope, Mama Shasta found more hiding in the corners and shown her essence upon them so they may come up and out. I arrived at the very opening of the Lion’s Gate and travelled through the entire portal in this vortex. It was a time of looking at myself. I knew now why the mountain delayed my retreat with her. I needed to come alone, to be in my own company, to face myself without any distractions and she wasn’t going to let me come until I was truly ready to take this on. I feel her pride in me now as I rallied the courage to face the open road alone and brave the terrain of my own mind. I dove into painting and produced a Spirit of the Lion’s Gate painting and a Spirit of Mount Shasta (yet to be revealed).

I received the codes of the holy land of Panther Meadow, surrounded by hundreds of butterflies fluttering around me and the music of the ferns as the snow melted and turned to springs. My first visit on the mountain in the meadow was filled with purple heather, no one was there, just me and Cowboy. I felt the hush of the Mountain’s song verberate through my bones. During this first visit, I knew I was merging the energies of Sedona and Shasta. I sang to the Spirit of the land and she sang back to me. Perfect stillness, the butterflies, the rippling of the stream, the sweet aroma of the lavender flowers, the vibrant green ground cover, Cowboy and me. I felt the Mountain welcome me. I travelled up to that meadow twice more, each time the colors were different. Once primarily red, the second yellow and pinks. The solitude of the first visit was never duplicated as many people came and went, drifting like ghosts, most of them not even realizing the magic they walked amongst.

Water energy was the theme for me. I spent almost every evening in the lakes and rivers. The sun shone, glistening upon the still water as I immersed myself in the codes of light and water. I floated and threaded water for hours, my muscles loosening from the grip of the trauma still imbedded within. It was then I knew that I was releasing trapped energy from a lifetime's drama. I surrendered to the water and the water took my pain, the hurtful memories, the fear and confusion. I gave it all to the water and the water washed it from me, while the light infused me with its codes of clarity and joy.

In the midst of the Lion’s Gate, the vortex of Mount Shasta, my body taking the water in both externally and internally, the towering redwoods, and the song of the birds is where I transformed. Sedona seemed a million miles away and several lifetimes ago. I faced myself in the stillness of solitude. I faced that which I ignored or perhaps didn’t want to see, and I loved those pieces to light.

My dear Soul Sister, Sar visited me in the last days of my stay. I know Sar from Sedona and we have both assisted each other in traveling through dark times. Our friendship in Sedona was based on holding space for one another so we could process the struggle. But in Mount Shasta, we played, laughed, frolicked and loved. I don’t think we ever had a time where we were both free of the pain and could just enjoy each other. She is precious to my soul and I hold the memory of her visit in my heart as a precious gem.

The evening before my departure, I found out that a very serious fire was ablaze just a couple of miles from my home! The forest rangers put an evacuation warning out. The irony did not elude me. On the mountain I am bathed in the luxurious glacial waters and my timeline was taking me into a fire that was devastating my precious homeland. That night I dreamt over and over again that I was taking the water codes back to Sedona for she was in need and her sister, Shasta was sending them through me. I knew that I couldn’t stay despite the impending danger. The next morning I set my wheels on the rode and Cowboy and I travelled towards home.

There is an initiation one takes traveling to and from Shasta from Sedona on the route I chose to take. One must drive through hell to get to Heaven. By hell, I mean Las Vegas. The land of Vegas itself is holy but has been violated by malevolent energies. The energy is truly palpable dense and dark. And the highways are insane. I stayed the night on both sides of the trip having the message that I needed to infuse light codes. Jus me being there planted the codes of Shasta and Sedona.

Going through Vegas also caused me to face more ghosts and pain still lingering in the dusty corners of my mind as this is where my former partner and I had lived for periods of time when we were on our two year road tour. It was good to cry, perhaps for the last time. As I crossed the Arizona border, the tears ceased and the pain released.

I am back in Sedona. The fire is now contained. I drink the water from the mountain until it is finished. I miss the Mountain, the lakes, the towering trees, the song of the river and the powerful waterfalls. This where I am today. This is what I am swimming in now, the present moment. I AM here now, in this and this moment also is perfect. My heart cries to be with the Mountain. My soul comes to know the desert and the Spirit of Sedona in a new way.