Are you ready to journey with me? Let’s take a leisurely summertime journey. Journeying is a powerful therapeutic tool. I hope it brings you healing and enjoyment!

I am sitting at the edge of the water, waves lapping at the grass, birds calm, as day becomes evening. Firecrackers explode as we near the Fourth of July.

Non-ordinary reality mingles with ordinary reality and I am aware that I can choose which to pay attention to.

Hmmm, what would you do? Fireworks are things of enchantment to me; think of Gandalf lighting up the night sky.

And yet there’s so much more in non-ordinary reality: purple skies, unknown territories, beings of extraordinary height and intelligence and small beings who have a tree village with twinkle lights and aerial acrobatics.

I close my eyes and my humble canoe shapeshifts into a big yacht with lights blazing, music wafting across the waves to my ears. I am once again enchanted.

 Journey with Shiela

A small craft carries me to a hammock chair where I am lifted into the air and lowered gently onto the deck. It’s no ordinary deck; it’s moss and ever so soft to the touch and so many colors of green.

What a feast for the senses, I have never smelled moss before and it’s quite delicious. Soft and cushy, fragrant and colorful beneath my feet.

Everyone is already onboard: My Male Ancestor, Bear has a fancy, big, floppy, white tie. My Female Ancestor, Grandmother has an exquisite golden turban that captivates my attention.

Peacock, as my Guide, is splendid with his tail feathers spread out. And the Protection Crystals create a lovely concave seat. I sit.

The crystal seat begins to spin, it’s quite exhilarating. I am giggling and a bit dizzy. We slow down and a porcupine waddles up, stands on its hind legs, and sings a beautiful Italian song. Then he waddles away.

That makes me most curious about what else is on this yacht, who does it belong to? Where are the hosts of this gathering?

Being me, I get up to wander around. Looking toward the bow I notice a mist, kind of like a veil, so naturally I am drawn to this.

A few steps forward and the mist thickens and is heavy upon my shoulders. Undaunted I continue; on the other side of the misty veil is clarity, bright lights and some kind of a photo shoot, like a movie being filmed.

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