Eagle Lake and Emerald Lake

July 25, 2010

We are three soul sisters on a mission. Sybil, Claire and myself. I am driving Sybil’s car and we are approaching a place that is dear to me. I call the place Jolly Point because of the light-heartedness that enters into you when you’re there. The logical linear world drops away and you enter a garden of connectedness and inner knowing. We are talking to Kalia on the phone, which is enough in itself to bump my consciousness up a notch or two. But the approach of this special place is even more intense, my heart is pounding with excitement and focusing on driving becomes more difficult. I park in the lot and run to the spot which is the energetic launching point for my connection to the vortexes of Mt. Devi. I touch the sacred but ordinary-looking stump and Manzanita bush which are the totems of this place. They welcome my return as my heart opens to the deep satisfaction of being in a place of complete rightness. Quickly I connect to the other points and send a special greeting to those within the mountain. They are aware of my presence and are also sending me greetings of love and connectedness. I don’t linger long. We must set up a camp on the shores of Eagle Lake before dark.

When we reach Eagle Lake, we don’t find the right campsite immediately. To best do our work, we will need one located on the Lake. Sybil is sure that one has been energetically set aside for us. So we work through a process of trial and error, logic and intuition, until we find it. A lovely large site with a picnic table and level tent sites away from the distraction of the road and right on the Lake.

After setting up camp, we face another unknown. When is our work to be done? Late night? Early morning? Or some other time? Late night turns out not to feel right, so we go to sleep. In the middle of the night, I awaken with the knowledge that the time has come. I’m drowsy with sleep and don’t really feel like getting out of my cozy sleeping bag. Yet I hear Claire moving around. She’s awake and out of her tent. The inner urging that “now is the time” is insistent. I get up and ask Claire to get the crystals. I wake Sybil gently – she’s deeply asleep. The words are put into my mouth to say: “The Misselthwaites are waiting for us”.

I can’t tell you the exact content of our ceremony. These moments are indescribable anyway. I can tell you that the moon’s reflection in the ripples of the Lake played energetic games with us, heightening our consciousness and connectedness with all that is. And I can tell you that the Misselthwaite beings used me to request of Sybil that she say a special Japanese prayer –the Matsu prayer. I say “they used me” because it was clearly not something I would have thought of myself. This prayer shifted the energy and stabilized our work, making our newly formed vortex stronger and more durable.

July 26, 2010

In the morning, we drive to Rishi Meadows. We again play the “find the right campsite” game. An easier challenge in this case. After setting up tents, we hike the short distance to the sacred spring. We sit near the spring in silent meditation along with several other pilgrims who have been drawn to this storied place. I connect effortlessly to the saint who is the guardian of this meadow. The veils are very thin here, the connection is easy and strong. I ask Claire for the bag of crystals. I hold the bag in my two hands, asking the saint to infuse the crystals with his vibration. My hands gradually become warmer until they are hot. Much more heat than I have ever experienced when doing healing work. I send gratitude to the saint for granting my request and for giving me this direct, and to me undeniable, evidence of his presence. Because, after all, the work we are doing, and how we are perceiving it, would not seem sane to most people. So sometimes you question yourself. “Is this real, or am I merely making it up in my own mind?” And yes, I know it’s possible to use your mind to create the sensation of heat in your hands. So my experience would prove nothing to a skeptic. But it’s helpful to me because I know that I ordinarily don’t have the ability to make my hands heat up. It only happens when I’m aware of a connection to something greater than my earthly self, and when I have an intention to send energy using a power greater than my earthly self. The heat in my hands validates that I am connected to a greater spirit that is working through me for the success of our project.

July 27, 2010

Emerald Lake astounds us with its eye-popping beauty. I’ve been here twice before but memory doesn’t prepare me for the tremendous jolt of energy that runs up my spine when I first see it again.

Our driving destination is a vista point with a large parking lot on the west side of the Lake. It overlooks an island floating in the incomparable blue-greenness of the Lake. Today the overcast grayness of the sky adds a touch of subtlety to the colors. Our hiking destination can be seen from the parking lot: the Sentinel lookout standing watch on the highest point above the Lake. The path to it is a short 7/10 of a mile long, but it takes about 40 minutes to traverse its cascade of switchbacks. Once there, the place is crowded. Too crowded, we feel, to start our work. The lookout is closed, but there is a large viewing area. From this vantage point, we can clearly see dozens of mountains and several lakes in the sweeping landscape below. A large sign graphically reproduces the view and helpfully names each mountain and lake. We can see Mt. Devi, Carriage Lake and Bird Heaven.

We are waiting for people to leave, but they seem to be staying, possibly to wait out the rain which is now arriving. So we decide that each of us will find a place suited to her own unique energy and each of us will begin the ceremony within herself. I choose the top of a high group of rocks, the highest point on the viewing platform. I begin sending energy to each of our other Misselthwaite vortexes around Mt. Devi and also to the Destiny Mountains. I connect each point back to our new vortex, the place where I’m now sitting. I gather energy and send it on a scythe-shaped trajectory from Emerald Lake to Carriage Lake, then down to Bird Heaven and curving around to Mt. Devi, the Mother Herself. I’m not aware of where Claire and Sybil are, but after a time I notice that the other people have all left and Sybil is chanting her Matsu prayer aloud. The sky is much darker and there is lightening at not too great a distance away. Sybil finishes her timeless prayer and joins me on the high rock. Each of us sends her essence into a crystal and buries it there at this high spot. As soon as we complete the burying of the crystals, the electro-magnetic dynamics of the place instantly changes. A bolt of lightning hits a nearby lightening rod, crackles the air, and throws Sybil backward, and she hits her head on the boulder. Claire’s fine straight hair is standing straight upward. I wonder how much of a charge the saint put in those crystals! We hastily decide that it’s time to leave. We quickly descend, stopping only to snap a few pictures and for Claire to bury one last crystal where it wants to be – at the end of a switchback near a profusion of flowers and overlooking the Lake.

As we descend, we’re filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment. We’ve done everything we were asked to do, and now we bask in a celebratory feeling, and it seems as though the Misselthwaite beings are celebrating with us. We can almost hear them popping champagne corks.

We decide that a motel in town actually sounds better than setting up camp in the rain. So the three soul sisters end their day freshly showered, in clean nightclothes, and in soft beds with warm and grateful hearts.