April 1st, 2010

April 1st, 2010


It is Friday, April 02, 2010. I had started to write the blog last night and my computer mysteriously decided to update and I lost everything. So as in life…I begin again today.

Yesterday was our first day out. We began the morning with Georgia, our beloved chef who has never cooked for 25 people before, having me make eggs. It was so much fun! 50 eggs became scrambled through ingenious and shared means. The pans we used were iron skillets. Let me tell you those are not easy things to lift. I stirred keeping the eggs from burning on the bottom of the pan and, once done, Alice heaved them to roasting ovens where Georgia keeps everything warm in. We are also cooking on a 1900s old fashioned cast iron gas stove with gigantic and uneven burners. What a gas!

We gathered after the Food Mimzys’ had cleaned up and met each other officially and played the bowls to open the space. Then, our lunch all laid out on the covered pool table, we fixed our lunch of soup and sandwich…soup was the incredible Thai Chicken soup from the night before and Carrot Soup for the day. We had all sorts of sandwich meats and my favorite almond butter and mayonnaise!

We took off for the headwaters of the Sacramento River. I left Ohio several years ago and wandered for about six months, then met Glenn who is now with me, and wandered again. When I heard the name Sacramento, I knew the wandering was over. Sacramento means Sacred Moment. It has been that since we moved to the area. Now we were headed to the headwaters of the Sacramento River 220 miles away from where Glenn and I live in the town of Mt. Shasta, cocooned in a Senior Park in the middle of the city.

Sophia, our mystic shaman, led us in ceremony. Beautiful! While we were getting smudged and laying our jewelry in basket on a hip-high tree stump, a little girl and her mom came to fill their water jugs. The headwaters come out of the side of the hill. As we prepared to do ceremony, people kept coming and coming to fill their water bottles. Yet everyone was silent. This kind of event is not strange to Shasta and in the unsaid movement of the people welcomed.

We circled, standing on the bank around the pool that began the Sacramento River. I took off my shoes and slipped into that space of bonding with the earth, the sky, and the heart. As I turned to sit down, a young Native born man was standing there. I walked over to him and he asked what we were doing. I told him we were initiating ourselves into a journey that would end on Sunday joining in creating a common dimensional bridge between higher beings and human beings. He asked if he could drum. I introduced him to Sophia and she gave him her drum. So much happened in the next hour. Sophia rattled doing ceremony with all of us encircling the headwaters. The “boy-man” drummed and sang songs of the earth. I looked up at him once and I was taken into a point of unity. This young long haired dressed in black man celebrating the earth with the white people who have made his home their home.

At one point when there was no drumming or chanting we began to hear a choral of male voices chanting. People could hear it above the sound of the waters while they could not on the other side of the pool hear the drums. No one was visibly there.

I was told later another Native born came and drummed and chanted with us. I was enmeshed in the unity occurring so did not discern a difference, just an appreciation of that the chanting and drumming was there.

We dipped our crystal necklaces we had been given into the waters and moved away in silence. I was drawn to walk down the beginning river that led to my home. I crossed a bridge and made my way into a grove where a single green bench waited from me. I let Lily run and I sat feeling the Beings who now could come in close through the portal of unity that had been created. I cannot describe what it is like to be in an energetic union with the cosmos. Mostly I have that unity with elementals and the primal forces of earth. This is so different. There is an intelligence that is so old, old does not define it. So without the concerns or considerations we experience. Yet so at work on behalf of what connects the fundamental life force of the universe in its integrity and truth.

I will move on now. Other things happened that were exquisite but these things are private to the people who shared them with me. Not for my telling.

We ate lunch there. Some of us curled up in the lush green pads of land linked by wooden crosswalks as the river learned its way. Some gathered at picnic tables.

Getting everyone into cars was hysterical. Human beings are so precious when they begin to experience direct connection and dimensionalizing. C lost her phone. Sue went looking for it. C found her phone that was never lost - then went looking for Sue.  Alice, one of the drivers, was so impacted by her experience she was laughing and sharing with great bravado as she sought to contain herself enough to drive the car.

The day was clouding over as we headed for Bonnie Flats, the highest point you can get to in April on Mt Shasta. As our caravan climbed up the mountain, the blue bled through the overcast sky. By the time we got there, the late afternoon had warmed. Lily, my black 50 pound bundle of joy, leapt up the bank sliding and running ecstatically up and down the snow. Who knows how deep the snow was…10 to 20 feet it would seem looking at the trees that were surrounded. We all walked, laughed, and anchored our hearts in the mountain. Some of us laid down on the ground connecting to the inner city of Telos. The mountain as so visible, so commanding, so engulfing. Purple mountain majesty was fully realized. Our souls were thoroughly fed.

Home to rest. The Food Mimzy crew headed for the kitchen to prepare another fine meal. Not only are the meals so full of taste and love, they are colorful and set up with an impeccable eye for beauty. That is the remembrance. Life is beautiful. We are beautiful. What we are connected to is beautiful.

As we got started with our meals, I looked out the window and people from Mt Shasta were coming with their drums for a night of drumming. I was so excited I couldn’t eat. I, we have such a respect for the people of Shasta and how true they have been to the energy that they live in here. I left my plate and headed to meet them. Anne was the drumming leader. She carries that twinkle in her eyes of a very old and wise shaman. I was endeared to her instantly. Every single man and woman there was rich with their own heritage of spirit. I was engulfed by their souls and their simplicities. To live with a mountain such a Shasta pretense in not allowed. You could see they had been carved out of the mountain and were living representations of its spirit.

Karen and her drummers also came from Washington to join us. Everyone had a drum or a rattle, both drumming circles bringing their drums and rattles to share with us. Karen had brought a stone to energize and had done a drumming circle on the mountain earlier that day.

Karen brought a huge gong and an equally huge drum. I will be posting pictures soon. Anne, the elder, led the ritual to begin the drumming. The drumming began. The gong purred up our spines. The large drum held by ropes was played by four people with large drumming sticks. The rest of us rattled and drummed, holding the rhythm of each other and feeding the earth and its wonder, the cosmos and its awe with our sounds. At one point, I saw Sophia standing on the far side of the room holding the rhythm as the room filled with the sounds of creation.

There were 33 of us. A sacred number. As the drumming quieted and stopped, we stayed in the silence a very long time. Eventually, Anne asked us to slip our arms around each others’ waist in circle. We stood. She prayed a prayer of gratitude. People in the circle spoke elegantly of our unity, our love of earth, our joy of being co-creators with the cosmos. We spoke of sacred things. Gave a great squeeze and ended.

So much sharing went on before we left. As someone said, “We were with others of our family, no longer limited by blood -a Family of the Heart.”

We were our own headwaters that night of a new reality. As the Beings say, “You are the new dreamers. We are here to build the future with your dreams.”

(I apologize for not checking for errors. I have to run downstairs and get ready for breakfast!)