Alex. Whew I woke at midnight just as I received your post. Autumn is hunkering me down to hibernate and catch up on my writing. But alas my eyes can’t read small print and I’ve increased font size to 19. Macular degeneration is happening faster than expected. I feel time robbed and could not read what I wrote in pencil in August.
There were once times in the so. Calif desert camping and looking up to night sky 🌌 to see the Milky Way turn a golden light. I left the noisy fellow campers to climb rocks to be alone. The rocks took on movement and shadows grew larger to form ancient ancestors. I felt they wanted me to leave their sacred space. I returned to my friends. While you were alone you record events and I suppose your dreams. Ever have a ‘spiritual’ encounter?
My own eyes are not what they once were. It doesn't help that I had a rather nasty eye injury last year, which still has not quite healed. I often think about how, as time advances, I keep increasing the font size on my ereader, a think that not that long ago would have been impossible, seriously impacting reading.
I remember talking to a friend who mentioned spending time out in the Mojave, and how incredible the skies at night were. The central mountains and plateau of Spain is similar, so few people and barely any light pollution. Quite incredible.
I love how you describe your own experience too, drawing meaning and spiritual conclusion from these events is something which often escapes most people, and it can be very hard to discuss afterwards too. However, yes, I've had a number of encounters I would consider spiritual, even at times ghostly (see the recent letter about the strange events I experienced as an example). The spiritual side of things is something I will be expanding upon too, looking deeply into our ancient connection with land and nature and asking what we can do today, to rekindle this in a way which fits into our modern age.
Thanks again for commenting, I really appreciate your thoughts and conversation.
Look forward to the dip into ghostly memories and Halloween haunts. I believe ancient humans women more than men were the spiritual leaders the created the cave paintings. Check a book I wrote, first chapter that can be read on line. “One green thumb and nine sticky fingers” many thoughts about ways to find‘spiritual’ peace.
I’ll have a look for that, thanks! I agree, (archaeologist head on here!), we forget that a male dominated world is a relatively new thing, in the big scheme of things (thanks to the Bronze Age, probably, but with a very slow uptake in some corners of the world).
Just woke from dream I recorded. Following on a map a blue line through a mountain pass that is a very long frozen lake. The spiritual visits in dreams. The woman yogi healer in front of me falls through ice . I have to save her and do. Just the tip of iceberg as my night travels often head to mountains, reach heights where I always am saved. Sometimes I may be falling or other harm comes but I see myself and disaster. That’s when I change the dream and if falling, I fly to safety. I have learned to control dreams. Just got to make right choices in the daylight. Mistakes are often made, a path one must choose to learn from them and not repeat. Time now to cruise back to sleep. Ever astral travel?
Ah, I love this! I’ve never astral travelled, but lucid dreaming, yes. Especially if I have some mugwort tea before bed! Reading all those dreams I recorded in my journal makes me realise I need to start doing so again, there’s so many little things there which I can now understand better, given the added bonus of hindsight.
Alex. Whew I woke at midnight just as I received your post. Autumn is hunkering me down to hibernate and catch up on my writing. But alas my eyes can’t read small print and I’ve increased font size to 19. Macular degeneration is happening faster than expected. I feel time robbed and could not read what I wrote in pencil in August.
There were once times in the so. Calif desert camping and looking up to night sky 🌌 to see the Milky Way turn a golden light. I left the noisy fellow campers to climb rocks to be alone. The rocks took on movement and shadows grew larger to form ancient ancestors. I felt they wanted me to leave their sacred space. I returned to my friends. While you were alone you record events and I suppose your dreams. Ever have a ‘spiritual’ encounter?
My own eyes are not what they once were. It doesn't help that I had a rather nasty eye injury last year, which still has not quite healed. I often think about how, as time advances, I keep increasing the font size on my ereader, a think that not that long ago would have been impossible, seriously impacting reading.
I remember talking to a friend who mentioned spending time out in the Mojave, and how incredible the skies at night were. The central mountains and plateau of Spain is similar, so few people and barely any light pollution. Quite incredible.
I love how you describe your own experience too, drawing meaning and spiritual conclusion from these events is something which often escapes most people, and it can be very hard to discuss afterwards too. However, yes, I've had a number of encounters I would consider spiritual, even at times ghostly (see the recent letter about the strange events I experienced as an example). The spiritual side of things is something I will be expanding upon too, looking deeply into our ancient connection with land and nature and asking what we can do today, to rekindle this in a way which fits into our modern age.
Thanks again for commenting, I really appreciate your thoughts and conversation.
Look forward to the dip into ghostly memories and Halloween haunts. I believe ancient humans women more than men were the spiritual leaders the created the cave paintings. Check a book I wrote, first chapter that can be read on line. “One green thumb and nine sticky fingers” many thoughts about ways to find‘spiritual’ peace.
I’ll have a look for that, thanks! I agree, (archaeologist head on here!), we forget that a male dominated world is a relatively new thing, in the big scheme of things (thanks to the Bronze Age, probably, but with a very slow uptake in some corners of the world).
Just woke from dream I recorded. Following on a map a blue line through a mountain pass that is a very long frozen lake. The spiritual visits in dreams. The woman yogi healer in front of me falls through ice . I have to save her and do. Just the tip of iceberg as my night travels often head to mountains, reach heights where I always am saved. Sometimes I may be falling or other harm comes but I see myself and disaster. That’s when I change the dream and if falling, I fly to safety. I have learned to control dreams. Just got to make right choices in the daylight. Mistakes are often made, a path one must choose to learn from them and not repeat. Time now to cruise back to sleep. Ever astral travel?
Ah, I love this! I’ve never astral travelled, but lucid dreaming, yes. Especially if I have some mugwort tea before bed! Reading all those dreams I recorded in my journal makes me realise I need to start doing so again, there’s so many little things there which I can now understand better, given the added bonus of hindsight.
Thanks for the mention Alex! Your photos look really good in the larger format!
Thanks! And it was my pleasure to mention your always-wonderful work.