(Saturday, October 3, 2015)
Where to start. This vision quest was even closer to the edge than my visit to Sabine in Santa Fe last year. Maybe over the edge.
I had several dreams this spring of quartz crystals. One dream included a kiln, covered in sweetgrass, that breathed. When I found out that Terri Peterson’s breathworks retreat was in an area of the Ozarks famous for its crystals and diamonds, I decided I was being guided to participate.
The retreat was at Peace Valley Sanctuary, 9.6 miles from the town of Caddo Gap, Arkansas. Susan Waters, the owner of the sanctuary, says that there is an “earth-keeper” crystal from Atlantis called Helios deep in the earth beneath a spring on her property. She believes this crystal is conscious.
I did not realize I would be hanging out with the “ascension” crowd, people who say the energy coming into the earth at this time is increasing and causing changes to the DNA structure of humans. Crystalline DNA.
Susan has marked what she believes are portals throughout the Peace Valley property. There are two large metal pyramids on the deck, a fifteen-foot high metal dodecahedron over one of the spring-fed streams, swinging chairs and benches at Pleiadian, Arcturian, and Sirius B portals. The upper floor of the lodge is full of images of the Hathors, a multidimensional race of beings from ancient Egypt. Nearly everyone at the retreat spoke of being guided by ascended masters, the angelic realm, the elementals and intergalactic beings. Yeshua, Mother Mary, Anna and the archangel Michael. Melchizedek and Metatron.
I thought I was hanging out with the crazy people. I had never been part of such open and shamanic conversations. Light workers, energy workers. I believe on an intellectual level that Quantum physics shows us we are light waves manifest in physical form. These folks were walking the walk, not just talking the talk. But I decided to keep my skepticism on the back burner for a few days. The breathwork is very healing for me physically and spiritually, so in the end it really did not matter that I was not fitting in with the group dynamic.
One of the things Terri likes to do is to facilitate one-on-one exchanges between participants using simple exercises. In one exercise we were supposed to connect with someone that we already knew and describe to that person what we liked about them. I ended up working with someone that I did not know at all, a lovely blond woman with a strong Fargo accent named LaVonne. I came to see, over the course of the retreat, that LaVonne is very psychic and very loving. Her description of me, as we gazed into each other’s eyes, was quite accurate. So that was the first event that opened my trust level, reduced my apprehension.
Prior to the retreat I had begun researching the possibility of a medical malpractice lawsuit over Chris’ broken femur. I felt an immediate connection with one of my roommates, an attorney and animal communicator from New Orleans named Faun. Another roommate was a wonderful yoga instructor named Kay, which is my beloved mother-in-law’s name. Kay and I were both new to the intergalactic discussions that were common fare at Peace Valley.
The first breathwork session held a powerful message for me. My dream of the breathing sweetgrass kiln came to the fore. I understood that the ceramic firing process creates crystals. I understood that it’s not just the idea of bringing dreams alive with clay that matters, but that expressing the dream in crystalline form (clay converts to quartz crystals at 1987 degrees) is equally vital. My life’s purpose, now, is to work in clay with diligence and sacred attention.
Another session/ceremony was held under the dodecahedron next to the stream. Waters had been brought from Minnesota (Christmas Lake, Harriet and Calhoun) to mix with the Arkansas spring. We each expressed personal blessings for the healing of the waters of the Blue Planet. Robbie, from Atlanta, is Apache, and she spoke her prayer in her native tongue. Faun told us the Cetacians sent their greetings. At the exact close of the ceremony the 8 peacocks that live on the sanctuary started trumpeting wildly behind us. We burst into tears, men and women alike.
Later that afternoon we met and breathed together out in a warm meadow that was another one of Susan’s portals. The peacocks followed us. At the end of the meditation, LaVonne said that the sun was vibrating, that she in fact saw two suns. I had no confidence that I would see such a thing, but when I looked up I saw exactly what she described. The sun seemed to have an illuminated shadow and the vibration between the two was highly visible, even to me. Perhaps it was some kind of atmospheric mirage.
The main event of the retreat was the breathing session and ceremony at the lunar eclipse on Sunday night. The eclipse was aligned with the galactic center. When I journey to do inner work, I always, magically, draw a major arcana card from the tarot on the day of my departure. Before I started my drive to Arkansas I drew the Sun, reversed. I thought of the Soundgarden song “Black Hole Sun.”
Prior to the ceremony there was much talk of calling in the intergalactic beings. A beautiful recording by Tom Kenyon, who has a doctorate in psychology and who also channels the Hathors through song and chant, played while we breathed under the stars. At the end of the meditation we rose together and gazed at the night sky. We all saw shooting streams of light, faster and brighter than meteors, racing from the treetops up into the sky. Robbie said to me, “Did you see that?” We stood together and suddenly I saw a large black orb, the size of a full moon, floating just above the horizon. It was filled with a grid of small star-like lights. “Do you see that?” I asked her. She did. We would turn our heads slightly and the orb would appear in another part of the sky. All of the lights seem best viewed through one’s peripheral vision, but were also discernible straight-on.
The next day, the last day of the retreat, we breathed under the huge oak tree named Asalah. Susan has a story about the energetics of that tree which I have already forgotten. What was touching for me was the aural and physical presence of two of my guides. I distinctly heard a young woman cry out my name in a joyful tone. She was positioned right above my head. I felt a male entity standing with his feet inside my thighs. Energizing my creative chakra. The tangibleness of these experiences was very new.
Seeing the ufos during the eclipse was the most memorable experience and certainly made me more accepting of the exotic stories being told at the retreat. I cannot find a description online that matches the black orbs that Robbie and I saw together. The first two nights back in my own bed, I looked out the window and both times saw ufos. Our house is on a flight path and so I am familiar with the speed and light patterns of planes. The first night I saw a star-like light (not blinking) speed across the sky. Much faster and brighter than a plane. Much lower than a satellite. The second night I saw a brilliant white light flash twice, then disappear.
