Eagle Lake

September 14, 2010

Sky and I drive up to the end of the road where we had performed the ceremony 2 days earlier. Sky takes a rock and a special crystal and goes into some trees to commune with the mountain. I hold the space for her by walking a labyrinth there. On the drive down the mountain, we continue experiencing the sense of slow-motion time and the sense that the trees are sentinels honoring us on our departure.

We drive toward Eagle Lake. We reach Jolly Point and find the stump and see some of the lapis that our group left there in April. I had told Sky about the near-by area where there were logged tree stumps and a sense of sadness. I show her this place, and she feels it too – the aftermath of some kind of abuse or trauma. We go back to the car and get my flower essences and soil balancing kit and Sky’s crystal bowl. We return to the place, and I begin clearing the area using the Perelandra energy clearing process. Sky begins playing her bowl like a temple gong, tapping it rather than ringing it. She continues as I balance and stabilize the process with the soil balances and the flower essences. She continues as I do the battlefield energy process and balance and stabilize that. Then we leave with a clear sense that we’ve cleaned the energy at that place.

At Eagle Lake we find a campsite without good level tent spaces. On the beach we find a large circle of stones with relatively level sand inside of it, large enough for us both to sleep there. So we decide to ditch the tents for the night and sleep under the stars near the water and within that circle.

That night, we come to the circle, get in our sleeping bags, and Sky gets out her bowl. The moon is above and directly in front of us. The waves on the lake have been choppy. Now the wind disappears and the lake becomes calm and the waters quiet. Sky begins playing. I notice 3 long thin white horizontal lines like long thin clouds above the lake to our right. Also a diagonal long thin cloud above the lake to our left. As Sky plays, the clouds move closer together and form a V with the moon between them. Later I describe this to Shawna and she says the “clouds” are craft.

Sky tells me that the sound of her bowl is making the water more crystalline. The lake remains calm all night. It’s quite cold and there is frost on our sleeping bags in the morning.