I don’t usually share the visions I have from my shamanic journeying on this website. I’ve been silently collecting them in my personal journal for years now. Most of them reveal information about who I am, where I come from and what steps I should take next.
Many of them simply relaying information back to me about what is taking place within my own subconscious mind. Often through a symbolic language that I translate in research afterwards. In some cases I even seek out the support of shamans whom I feel can assist me in doing so.
After many moons of not purposefully peering beyond the veils, I was spontaneously called into a journey session on a cool sunny Friday afternoon. The visions that came to me were of a collective nature. I’ve been gently nudged by spirit to share them ever since. So here I am relaying what I can only describe through a message.
Journeying speaks to us in the language of Soul. A language we can all speak if we so desire. I did have to work through a headache the following days. Perhaps that has to do with what I mentioned on briefly in my previous post. I can assure you, we’re not always meant to travel into other dimensions to gain information, but yes, sometimes we are called there.
More over, things must be in congruence and alignment with the proper correspondences to travel safely and not bring back energies residing outside this realm mistakenly. Whether through shamanic journeying, hypnosis, past life regression, astral travel or ceremonial practices, we literally open doors to other dimensions.
The learning curve on these lessons over the years can sometimes require harsh mishaps to fully realize the whats and wheres. Hopefully not too harsh. Let’s just agree that learning to close doors an essential part of the practice. Knowing how to integrate the fragments retrieved perhaps the most pivotal and fruitful part of the dance.
Without going further into the whys and hows, let me dive deep into the memory and share with you my journey. Perhaps you too have seen some of these images recently in your journeying. Perhaps we need each other’s visions to see clearly what is before us.
Friday November 03, 2023
Facing North, (although I now know I should have been facing South-East that day) I began to beat the drum I made with my own hands. It was a drum that was brought to life with the song transmissions of the Mi’kmaq lineage. A First Nations people of the Northeastern Woodlands.
When the drum was being consecrated, my homegrown tobacco and stones rolled completely to the East side of the drum. This meant that I bring the energy of the east with me and that one of my totem animals is Eagle.
As I began beating, I felt a very strong pull. Instantaneously, I saw a hole of light through which I had to crawl. I found myself at the bottom of a giant tropical tree. It felt like I was in the Amazon jungle. The tree was massive.
In an attempt to reach the top quickly I picked up a ridiculous amount of speed. I barely had any clothes on except a few pieces of linen cloth. Across my back a large pouch made of the same material. I used it to place the serpents in that I found as I climbed the giant tree.
At one point during the speedy climb, I came across a small monkey that wanted to be collected too. By the time I reached the top, I had six, maybe seven serpents and one happy monkey to take with me on the journey. The serpents twisted and turned as serpents do and so occasionally I had to place them back in the bag until they all settled down.
At the top of the tree, high above the clouds, I leaped off the peak and shapeshifted into Eagle. Eagle has been my animal of choice in journeying since my most recent death. I flew out of the wooded area into the beautiful sunlight with my serpents and monkey in tow.
As always, I saw a giant Emerald, yet this time it looked darker and different in colour making me think of it as Sapphire. The monkey and I gazed through the many kilometres at the meadowy land mass below. At each layer down we saw different weather systems moving through, rainstorms, thunder and lightening, drizzle and snow.
To my surprise I saw hundreds upon thousands of Polar Bears walking in lines along carved paths coming out of the west, north, east and south. They were all beating large drums as they walked the paths to a clearing on the land. As I gained greater vision, I notice a giant drum in the centre spanning kilometres wide in circumference.
Seeing again with even greater clarity, I noticed how the vibrations emitted from the beating of the polar bears’ drums were bringing the giant drum in the centre to life. Just as with harmonic resonance, the massive drum started to sound the same song transmission the Polar Bears were playing. It was all happening so naturally.
As I began to fly closer I saw babies from every culture on top of this massive drum. They multiplied as I ascended towards their spectacular sight. Multiplying until they covered the entire surface area of this massive drum spanning kilometres wide.
As an automatic reflex I begin laying the foundations of a protective shield around them. Just as quickly as it was completed, a large glistening rainbow descended down from above. The size of the drum it was, opening a wide bridge to higher forces.
I could sense uneasy energies stirring. Energies that were attempting to prevent what I could only feel of as a global activation. Just as I felt the forces trying to get in and destroy the heavy duty work of the Polar Bears, the hundreds of wolves that are always with me ran off to be under this massive drum.
They were communicating with each other, twisting and turning in some kind of dance I knew from childhood. I heard them howling, growling and snarling as their movements awakened the spirits of the other animals in the surrounding forests.
At once I saw all of the animals’ spirit eyes open from one edge of the darkened forest line to the other. Their presence together was so powerful. The unseen forces that were trying to penetrate the protective shield vanished immediately from the vicinity.
Simultaneously from above I saw mythological gods descend through the rainbow. I tried recognizing them all. I wanted to name them one-by-one as I saw them descend but they vanished as quickly as they arrived. The only symbol I saw left over in the mist after they were gone was a flaming trident. Did it correspond to Poseidon or to Shiva or other I wondered.
A few days earlier before the journey started I began to sense the earth trembling beneath me, literally. Day and night it went on and on, for approximately seven days. Even to the point where I started to look at the global earthquake data. Have there been more earthquakes recently than normal? Afterwards I wondered if perhaps the trident and the earth quakes were connected in meaning. Many gods have been known to make the earth tremble upon their appearance.
I called out to my Spirit Father but when he arrived he guided me back into myself and vanished. He wanted me to act completely from my own will this time. I knew I had to trust myself. I release the serpents of wisdom onto the land as the monkey stayed close by to observe. They rushed off to illuminate what remained asleep both in the journey and in that dimension.
I sat still on a giant rock in the distance, now noticing others like me sitting on their rocks all somehow partaking too. We were many and with this I felt a sense of courage and strength. Despite the distances between us, I felt a togetherness, a similarity. I even recognized some faces from the middle world.
Suddenly my sight broadened to encompass the entire world. I saw all continents before me. The giant land mass that is Africa lit up. There was an energy cord connecting it to North America specifically where Miami is.
Then, as per usual sight, I see California sinking, but this time most of America disappears with it. Except for the piece that we know as Miami and the land masses below it. I could sense the land, now under water, reshaping itself.
Following this crumbling sight I see extremely large boulders begin to roll down from Northern Canada, from the Arctic Circle to be exact. It appeared as if the earth was folding onto itself as the boulders came crashing down. These visions so strange and yet somehow connected.
As quickly as I was pulled away from a top the rock, so was I brought back. I found myself pondering from within the journey as to what it all meant and why I had been abruptly taken from one dimension to the next with such a flaming sight.
The atmosphere had changed since I had left and there was a celebration now in the air. Many people were coming and going from the rock I was on. I felt so grounded. Some of those people were children, some of them peers. I had short enrichening exchanges with each of them. I felt a sense of openness and humility as they waxed and waned from where I rested on the rock. I found myself surrendering to the rhythm of their movements, to the rhythm of the enlivening exchanges.
Just near the end of the journeying when I could sense I was being pulled back out, I noticed someone sitting beside me on the rock from out of the corner of my eye. I felt deep gratitude for the recognition and knowing of great ease, in being with another, so close yet almost unnoticeable.
Reluctantly I was pulled out of that dimensional space. I knew there was more, I needed to go back but simultaneously I knew that I was being pulled away because there were things I wasn’t meant to see.
Following that journey I fasted for a day and went into stasis for a few hours the next. The following days after that I integrated and re-calibrated fully. The earthquakes below my feet stopped trembling. Were the earthquakes really carrying the transmission of the visions I had in my journeying? I’m starting to think that perhaps they did.
I really felt like it was more of a collective journey than a personal one, or in the least a mix of both. Perhaps why I felt guided to share with you, the reader. Have you had similar visions recently too? If so, please share in the comments below!