guess there's not really a sub-topic section for this one. just curious about people's experiences in places of power or sacred geographical sites. geomancy, that sort of thing. it's one of the reasons I was so attracted to the Wingmakers and the Ancient Arrow site. and the desert has a magnitude... because of the lack of moisture/water, sound just dies or fades away there. no echo. interesting to consider. have several books on sedona, but have yet to visit or do ceremony there. also a great website by Robert Coon just chock-full of zodiacal/astrological info. http://www.earthchakras.org was going to visit IA this weekend (family) and he lists Pilot Knob as a center for this time. alas, it's 3 hrs away from where we are headed, so I won't be visiting at this time. Boulder comes up during the next cycle, so I suppose I'm primed for that. always wanted to visit Mt. Shasta, as it has many associations (Lemurians and bell-making being one of the more colorful). also, the possibility of teleportation using the grid... wondered about that in reference to the artifacts found throughout the west and southwest relating to ancient Egypt and other cultures from across the globe... not that they didn't have boats ;)
Cape Reinga where two oceans meet, the northern most tip of New Zealand. There is a bay here called Spirits Bay, where the Maori spirits leave on their journey home.
It is an awe inspiring place to visit, such peace yet such turmoil as the opposing currents meet
This spot really grabs me IJ,,,,,,,I have visited a few "sacred places",,,and dreamed of visiting many more. All the ancient dwellings and temples built on the ley lines stand out, for obvious reasons,,,,but,,,,my favorite spot is one that I found 20 years ago. It was the site of a rattlesnake den in connecticut. My girlfriend and I used to visit this spot, and, on more then one occasion, we lost 5 or 6 hours of time,,,while sitting on a huge piece of white quartz on the southwest corner of the ridge. I later found out several things about the place. One,,,the big white quartz rock was actually the tip of a vein of white quartz that ran right down the southwest corner of that little mountain. On the first weekend in may, for several years, I would be there as the rattlesnakes emerged from hibernation. I have seen them shed their skins, had them come slithering out of the den,right over my foot,,,,and have stood in the middle of up to 19 of them at a time....and,,,they actually glow for the first day out of the den. This has led me to believe that the den,,,down below is made of quartz. I can't confirm it, but,,,it is very powerful there. We had noticed a spot, after several trips there,where there were always new odd shaped quartz stones,,,good sized ones. We had collected several,,,but,,,next time we would visit,,,there would be more there. It was right on the edge of a steep embankment,,,,a mystical little spot where everything was covered in moss. Finally,,I thought to peel back some of that moss,,,and sure enough, the moss had grown over piles of quartz stones, all with irregular shapes. I had seen these shapes before,,,on a road crew that was blasting a bunch of quartz ledge to make way for a road in the hills. Now,,,where the rocks would "appear" up on top,,,,there were two or 3 huge granite slabs pushing together at odd angles,,,and the quartz seemed to pop out of the spaces between. We had dubbed this spot, the quartz fountain ! A year or so later, the subject of the long dormant fault lines in the area came up in the media,,as it does every so many years on the east coast. After a little investigating, it appears that this place was sitting right on it! We hid this place for many years,,,closing what we called the gateway with intention every time we left. Well,,,a couple of years later,,,some kids were playing up there, and started a forest fire. We had moved away a year or two before, but had just been back for a visit the same day those kids started the fire,,,and had actually seen them building a little fire on our hike out of there. It was all over the news that night,,,and I knew which way the wind was blowing,,and had expected to return to find the place scorched and trampled by equipment. The next day, it started to rain,,,and didn't stop for 5 days. My last day there,,,the rain stopped,,,and I hiked back in there to check it out. The burn started right where we had seen those kids,,and had burned out everything. I got real nervous ,but when I reached the gateway,,,,,and this is no exaggeration,,,the fire line had stopped right there,,,,I mean,,,it was like you drew a line right across the woods...If you went a few hundred feet in either direction it had continued burning unhindered,,,,but the den, and about an acre surrounding it were untouched ! Oh! we had done one extra thing on that visit. I had brought one of my sculptures of a snake shaman back with me,,,and hung it over the entrance to the den the day before, doing a little ceremony there, as there were always developers trying to get in there, to build some high end homes. But,,,it was obvious out there where the fireline was that all the prayers of intention had paid off!
I don't get back east too often now,,,but when I do,,,I time my visit for either that first weekend in May, or for late august, when all the females return to the den to have their babies....The big pregnant mommas are very docile, and I have sat with them for hours at a time........This is my most sacred place!
The reason I mentioned this place,,is that,,,we all have the power to "empower" a place for ourselves. It's just a matter of sensing it when we walk there. Nowadays,,,,my intention is to make every place sacred. I sure don't feel it everywhere! haha! But I try to hold the thought!,,,,l,,,,T
Hi Todd-
Your spot makes me think of this article. I keep meaning to get down to CT to check out some of the old stone monuments down there. We have an old stone "bridge" in the woods behind our backyard. I'm not convinced it was really a bridge. I really can't figure out why it was built. Kind of like these similar old stone structures at America's Stonehenge, etc.
http://www.perceptivetravel.com/issues/1109/new_england.html
Wendy
Fascinating stuff! So many mysteries in our world!!! Much love, Fred
super cool. thx 4 that wonderful story of the rattlers, T! that place sounds pretty amazing. & such raw, primal power. that + your respect and appreciation helped keep it safe. odd-shaped stones, huh? eagle stones... & that shot of NZ looks incredible as well, Ian. reminds me of the southern tip of the peninsula in Costa Rica where we honeymooned. the town of Cabuya has a cemetery on a sometimes island that looks out into the Pacific and eternity. there's a land bridge during low-tide that leads to it. we were alone @ the time & observed silence...
Tscout-what a great story! I was inspired by your story of your saced burial of the owl killed by a car a while back. I saw a dead bird of prey on the local interstate and got gloves and stuff and retieved it's body. It was a little owl!
I intended to bury it and found a woods to do so but the ground was so rocky I couldn't make a hole and I was being watched suspiciously by residents nearby so I left it in the pretty woods where it deserved to rest. I said a brief prayer and thanked it for being with us in this world. It felt like a priveledge-isn't that queer?
By the house I grew up in was a small woods and I loved a spot there so very much it almost haunts my thoughts sometimes. Much of the woods was old oaks and such but in this special corner place was a huge beech tree with smooth bark and which never lost it's leaves during the winter(they turned golden). Next to the tree was a tiny rise in the ground that had the only view of the marsh behind the woods and the ground was covered in the most deliciously soft moss. If you looked at the moss from inches away, it seemed like a tiny forest of it's own-so beautiful. It was a serene place that had a sacred feeling to me. It was 'my spot'. I went back there a couple years ago and found the woods had been preserved from developers and the spot was intact. I cried.
In the States, I had a sacred spot of sorts right in the city, just a few blocks from my house. It was a residential street lined with old oak trees. I used to go there with my kids to recharge. We called it "mom's happy spot."
In France there are numerous, ancient megolithic sites, many of which I've visited during sacred times like equinoxes or full moons. I haven't, however, felt the same awesome energy as I have from sites that have "chosen" me.
I think a common place can have special meaning for us if we are open to its subtle energies.