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A Casual “Walk and Talk”

Over the weekend I took to the park again to record another video.  I enjoyed my first foray into doing a video log and wanted to continue.  This time I wanted to create more of a “walk and talk” while I ask a very important question which has been on my mind.

If you don’t have the ability to watch the video then let me sum things up.  The question at hand was how important is it for me to show my identity on my videos?  Is it an aspect that helps bolster the connection and the communication or does it just become a matter of a talking head?  I have concerns regarding my privacy which are addressed in the video. They go back for some time and I understand they are one of the major challenges the Morrigan has placed before me for me to resolve.

It’s not that she is saying I should show my face and, in effect, come out of the broom closet.  Instead she simply wants me to become settled with a decision on a heart and soul level.  The video above is part of that Morrigan-led shadow work which has become a focus for me the past few weeks.

I’ve enjoyed making these and will be making more.  The time involved is surprising as I take the vid from the camera, render it into my software, edit, save and then upload it.  Regardless,  I’ll continue to make them for the time being.

What are your thoughts?  In the video I ask everyone to comment or to email me or to message me on Facebook. I would really like to hear the opinions of others on this.  Please give it a watch if you can.  As said in the video, feel free to comment here or elsewhere what your thoughts may be.  Hearing other’s opinions can sometimes help me find my way through the thicket of having too many of my own.

And, added bonus, there’s some small wildlife encounters along the way to cheer you up.

 

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Beltane Forest Walk

Yesterday morning I took my camera and filmed along as I went a’bounding into the glen.  Come along for the trip!


Dowsing the Glen – A Special Encounter

I’ve made it a point to go over to the Glen every Saturday or Sunday morning for the past couple of weeks.  It’s been a real joy to watch the land wake-up to spring and to watch the changes as the weeks move forward.

Walking to the Glen I had a few things happened that signalled to me that this trip was going to be something cool.  As I grew close to the park a pileated woodpecker flew directly across my path and then turned and angled towards the wood that holds the glen.  A few moments later, a crow casually flew in front of me, left to right.  These two things, so close together, told me to be aware this morning.

Shortly after crossing the boundary markers of the Glen, my dowsing took me off the path and stopped me at a point where, at first, I wasn’t sure why.  I’ve learned that this usually means, “Look around and/or wait.”  So, I did and a few moments later, spotted a box turtle tucked up under old fallen log.  This has happened so often to me but it’s still a bit of magic every time it happens.  I asked, “So, it’s going to be that kind of trip today?”  I was rewarded with a “Yes” answer.

My dowsing took me further away from the path and then stopped again near an oak tree.  I found one item (which I talk about in the video) and had just started the initial introduction to the video when the series of events began.  I’ve not edited the video at all. .

I am delighted to have had this opportunity to film this.  Not many people get to see this kind of bird interaction in the woods.  I would not have had this encounter if the dowsing had not told me where to go, where to stop and which direction to stand.  As I say in the video, I thought at first it was a hawk simply because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.   There is a lot of information that occurred in between filming the video and I’ll be thinking more about this encounter  I’ll have a separate post on it directly.

It was a very powerful morning.


On Being Responsible

Cloud SpiritAn interesting thing occurred to me on the way to the next post.

I had spent a handful of days writing up a very lengthy post about my last session in the glen.  I knew I wanted to share that wonderful visit but I had also decided that I would go into lengthy detail about my initial communications with the fey and spirits there.  I had the post all done, had entered the final pictures and was doing a final edit.  I typically like to write up a post, edit it a few times while taking lengthy breaks between.  Yesterday, I had wrapped everything up and would give it a final read in the evening then post it.

Then I got home.  I went to sit down and as the post came up I was hit with a massive wave of “do not post this.”   Now, I’ve had the blogging equivalent of stage fright  before and this was not it.  I wanted to post it.  However, something else was telling me “it’s no longer a good option.”

I did a bit of dowsing and the sticking point seemed to be the details I was including.  It was, basically, too much info.  This then  struck up an interesting internal discussion for me because it has made me consider what should or should not be posted publicly online.

As I meditated and delved a bit deeper into the “why” behind the push back I got a bit more information.  Now, I want to stress that I’m still digesting all of this.  This was the first time I had written that detailed of a post.  I did feel that it could make for an interesting topic for either discussion here or, perhaps, internally with a reader.

It came down to these key points…

  • The writing is not a waste as I can use it for my own records.  It may also prove to be later fodder for a book. (Thanks to a long time friend for that suggestion!)
  • The internet is a very, very big and open place.
  • I am a fan of posting information on the internet.  I have learned immense amounts online about subjects I’m interested in, from camping skills, to crafting, to organization tips.  I think it is important to add to that pool of knowledge with whatever skill set you have.  However, this interesting analogy came up in my inner vision.  There is a need to be responsible about what you post.  There is posting the instructions on how to start a fire in the woods and then there is posting information on how to make fireworks.   I thought it was a bit ridiculous but I was being told that my latest post, with it’s included details, was more along the lines of the later.  I still don’t understand it but that is what I kept getting.
  • I was under an obligation to remain responsible for what I put out there.
  • Some things, it appears, are meant to stay secret until one is ready to experience them for themselves.
  • I could post about my last visit, of course, but I would need to omit and edit with a different focus.
  • Mercury retrograde is, as always, hilarious.

And, for the record, this is not some epic lead up to “but you can buy my advanced blog post for eleventeen dollars…”  That is not what this is about.  This is about dealing with responsibility and the ethics of this level of work.  My next step is to possibly do a reading on this.  If I get more insight, I will share it.  And, also, it would appear the next post for the glen will be a little delayed.  I have a re-write to do.

I am curious to hear other’s thoughts.  Has anything similar ever happened with your writing or with your work?  Were you ever told, “No.  You cannot share that.”

If you wish you can, of course, comment here or you may email me at alongadifferentpathATgmailDOTcom


An Abandoned Camp, an Encounter and a Gift

I’ve been writing and posting more often as I am striving to get up to date with my work in the glen.  With this post, I will be caught up and can, hopefully, stay up a bit more “on-time.”

My latest adventure was a short one.  My goal had been a casual stroll through the woods and, much like my first post on the subject, allowing the rods to guide me to different locations.  I should have known better than to assume it would be “casual.”  Led by the rods I was off trail again.  I was surprised when I came around the brush and there, 20 yards away, with the rods pointing firmly towards it, was what appeared to be a beat-up orange tarp draped over a branch.

Drawing closer I could see that it was not a tarp and was, instead, a tent.  It was part of a small campsite that had been, very nicely I want to add, placed in-between the branches of a massive fallen tree.   The tent was not set up and looked to be windblown and then draped over a branch.   As I approached, I could see evidence of some soda cans, a plastic Gatorade container and an energy bar wrapper.  I asked the rods if it was safe for me to approach and they said it was.

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A Troubling Find

Near the end of finishing up my perimeter work, I came across my first complication in my work with the glen.  I was traveling off-path and basically beating the bushes as I did my best to follow the line from large tree to another.  I had no idea where the line would lead next though it appeared to be aiming at another large tulip poplar dead ahead.   Sure enough, the line held steady, touching the back edge of the tree, placing most of it within the perimeter.  As usual, I began to see if the line connected onward or did it turn at the tree?   It continued onward.

As I stepped forward the next few feet the rods took a very unusual turn to the right.  It was more of a twitch or a jerk, actually.   It was not something that I had seen with this type of work and I retraced my steps to be sure.  Yes, it was still there and the rods took me on an odd curving angle towards another tree and then turned a hard right 90 degrees.  They then held steady.  I retraced things to confirm and yes, it was correct.

Taking another step, I saw that I was coming up on one of the walking paths that cuts through the woods.    As I took another step I saw a flash of bright red under some brush.

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Wildwood Reading for a Wild Wood

During my latest visit to what I am simply calling “The Glenn” for now (At some point it might tell me it’s name) I found a wonderful spot in the middle of the creek to sit and meditate.  Sitting down on solid dry ground while a Spring creek chortled and bubbled along both sides of me was an excellent experience.

I had brought my Wildwood deck with me and I realized I had enough space to do a reading in the same spot.  I wanted to consult the deck about the Glenn, about my relationship with it and to see if any more information could be brought to light as I continue to “ken” the land around it.

I decided on a three card intuitive reading.  I would draw the cards and see how my intuition organized them.  Placing my card cloth on the rocks of the small little island I was sitting upon, I settled in, shuffled and began.

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