Powerful Stuff – Day 384

Intuition: Star Nectar – Photo: L. Weikel

Powerful Stuff

Sometimes we receive confirmation from the most unexpected sources.

I’ve had occasion to meet and work with alchemist and sonic shaman (my description, not his) Peter May at Amadell a fair number of times over the past year or so.

One of the many fascinating avenues of reality that Peter explores entails working with plants and the elements to create tinctures and balms that facilitate internal balance, stability, and awareness (Windhorse Botanicals). He then works with a variety of universal resonances that are found throughout the natural world and then enhances the effects of these resonances on both the human body as well as our perceptions and states of being through the products he’s created.

While that may sound a bit technical, the proof is in the experience.

Cultivating Intuition

My most recent work with Peter had me focusing on cleansing and dissolving possible calcification of my pineal gland, which is located deep within the center of the brain. Historically, the pineal gland is also associated with (and possibly another name for) the third eye, or center of intuition. Just like almost everything worth having, if you don’t use your abilities you lose them.

With respect to my intuition, I think it’s safe to say that I was never completely cut off from mine. While my intellect was always accorded great priority and value, my intuition was neither vilified nor ridiculed. We (meaning my parents, primarily my mother, and I) may not have discussed it much, but I somehow always knew that there was something intangible but inherent within myself that works in tandem with my intellect.

Most Recent: Star Nectar

As I transitioned from working mainly as an attorney to working mainly as a shamanic practitioner, I’ve both consciously and unconsciously worked to cultivate my intuition. It truly is like a muscle that gets stronger and stronger the more you use it.

Which leads me to the most recent workshop of Peter’s that I attended at Amadell. (You can read the description for it here.) In conjunction with and as a result of the work we did that weekend, I have the small jar of Intuition Star Nectar pictured above, and have been working with it. One of the things I’ve done most often is swirl a small bit of it into my 3rdeye area (the center of the forehead).

A Sign

A day or so before Thanksgiving some wild and powerful winds swept through our area. You may recall I wrote about it here, and spoke of how our front door blew open as I was writing my post.

It turned out that a large ceramic owl I’d had for years blew off the porch that night.

I’m going to just let the image speak for itself. Something tells me this Intuition Star Nectar is pretty powerful stuff! I had to laugh when I saw the owl the next day. I don’t have the ‘heart’ to throw it away, even if it is, by many standards, ‘broken.’

To me, it symbolizes that my intuition is breaking wide open – and it is most definitely and intimately connected to my heart.

Something tells me that’s a good thing.

Owl’s 3rd Eye – Photo: L. Weikel

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Lightning Strikes Twice – Day 369

 

Lightning Strikes Twice

It’s the mountain.

There’s something in the water.

It’s the Nature Beings who inhabit this place.

Miraculous

Whatever it is, it’s miraculous.

I’m back in the wilds of the Blue Ridge Mountains in western North Carolina, at Amadell, and magic is unquestionably afoot. Remember my first astonishing attempt at painting back in August?

How else to explain the astonishing transformation of a blank canvas to this:

Step 1 – Photo: L. Weikel

To this:

Step 2 – Photo: L. Weikel

To this:

Step 3 – Photo: L. Weikel

To this:

Step 4 – Photo: L. Weikel

To this:

Step 5 – Photo: L. Weikel

To this:

Step 6 – Photo: L. Weikel

To the final product, which you see as the main photo of this post, all in the span of about 4.5 hours?

It’s the Teacher

I’m convinced I could not create in this manner if I were not here where I am and if I didn’t have my friend Luz standing beside me, painting, cajoling, giving me hints, and encouraging me every step of the way.

If you want to feel a startling sense of accomplishment and take a blasting cap to your creativity, come to Amadell and book yourself some Luz time.

You will be a-m-a-z-e-d.

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Phoning It In – Day 278

Looks Like Art – but is real; Photo – L. Weikel

Phoning It In

Well, no. That’s not actually true.

I’m not phoning this in. It’s actually ridiculously early in the morning (4:10 a.m. or thereabouts) (shhhh – don’t tell Karl!) and I’m only just now getting to bed. But I am not phoning it in. Nope. I’m sitting here perched on the covers of my bed writing this and will not allow myself to fall asleep until I post something.

As it happens, I think I’ve been riding a creative high and we got carried away, watching a movie and then even some comedy by Robin Williams. (Damn, he was hilarious. The world really is a darker place without his light.)

I was already running a day late – meaning even though I’ve posted every night (on FB), I was hitting <<publish>> right around 1:00 a.m. and the post wasn’t going out via the email subscription until the next night. So some of you have been able to keep up by reading me on FB and others of you have simply been receiving posts a day late.

That trend is obviously continuing tonight. Or I should say this early, early morning.

Late For a Good Reason

My friend Luz has been cajoling me for days to indulge my inner artist and join her in painting in her garage here at Amadell. Mind you – I do not paint. I do not draw. I’ve harbored fantasies of playing with color, but I’ve always known my focus was best placed on the written word if I were to indulge my creativity.

I have to admit, her enthusiasm is nearly impossible to resist. And how could I deny her this one single thingshe was begging me to do? I couldn’t.

It also felt like a greater test: I ask her to trust me all the time when it comes to listening and journeying and all sorts of metaphysical pursuits. The least I could do is trust her and her undeniable insistence that she could show me how to create a painting I’d love.

Never a Better Teacher

First and foremost, Luz is an incredible artist. Her paintings, which hang on most of the walls throughout the buildings of Amadell, are captivating and heartwarming.

And wow. Let me tell you: this woman can teach. My goodness. I’m simply astonished, not only by the fun I had but even more so by the actual results I achieved. I couldn’t be more delighted or astounded.

Luz: I’m a believer. And I’m completely smitten by the fun we had tonight.

Thank you!

P.S.: I was planning on posting photos of the two – TWO! –  paintings I created this evening with Luz. But I am so over-the-moon delighted with the fact that I actually painted these paintings that I do not want to post a photo of either before I sign them. And that – believe it or not – is what’s actually the reason why I’m not going to share my creations with you until tomorrow night.

I’m that excited. I’m that tremendously delighted with my work that I do not want to post a photo of them without signing my name to both of them.

Let’s hope they survive the flight back to PA.

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Critters and Such – Day 276

Photo: L. Weikel

Critters and Such

“They grow ‘em big here at Amadell,” is something I guess you might hear if you listen closely.

This fly is not your normal housefly. While I didn’t “Google” it to see what makes this one so much more amazing than its woefully benign cousin, the common housefly, I’d wager at least part of its coolness comes from hanging out in a rainforest.

Take a close look at this amazing creature, though! From its white face to crimson, astonishingly bristle-haired abdomen, it is a sight to behold. And it was remarkably placid, at first landing on my foot to get my attention and then nonchalantly striking a few provocative poses as I snapped its photo from a couple of angles.

Photo: L. Weikel

Then there’s this lovely little fungus, his cap glistening as if he’d been dipped in lacquer upon sprouting. I found the utter newborn-ness of this mushroom’s appearance captivating.

No matter where I venture at Amadell, trees dominate the landscape. While there are always a myriad of flora and fauna to explore under my feet or on the ground along the cliffs and hillsides, it always pays off to try to remember to look up!

Photo: L. Weikel

Whenever I do, I almost always find my breath catching in my throat. The majesty of these great Beings is impossible to ignore. They are the Keepers of this Land, the sentinels, the Watchers. It feels distinctly unwise to pass through these forests without paying my respects both sincerely and often.

Respect. Gratitude. Appreciation for the life that abounds around me.

And how could I end another post from here without another Amadell sunset:

Photo: L. Weikel

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Sunset On An Amazing Weekend – Day 273

Photo: L.Weikel

Sunset On An Amazing Weekend

Every retreat has its own unique personality. This one was no different. While I always have faith (and know deep in my heart) that the perfect people for the composition of the perfect group will come together, it’s always a thrill for it to unfold before my eyes.

And I’m pleased to report that yet another magical weekend is ‘in the can.’

I think what I’m most excited about this weekend is the level of guidance received by everyone in their journeys. Many of the participants had never journeyed before and a few ‘thought’ they ‘couldn’t.’

By the end of this weekend, everyone had discovered or received messages that were directly and in most cases succinctly and obviously applicable to their unique questions and lives.

YCMTSU

There’s an acronym that has reliably emanated from every retreat and extended program I’ve offered. That acronym is YCMTSU.

Let me be clear: I’m not taking credit for that by any means. It is a function of Spirit. It’s a function of the willingness of those who attend and participate to embrace the unknown.

And the coolest thing is, I know that if the Listeners I spent this past weekend with honor the messages they received and continue following through with their new skills, a whole new world stands ready to be explored.

Or maybe even more.

Kickin’ back – Photo: L. Kraujalis

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Listening Retreat Day Two – Day 272

Amadell – Photo: L. Weikel

Listening Retreat Day Two

I have exactly eighteen minutes to write a post tonight. Wow – I miraculously manifested an entire ten extra minutes to fulfill my commitment, my Act of Power.

Breathe, Lisa.

While the weather reports suggested that we might experience a flurry of storms passing through today, we escaped unscathed. The day unfolded and then folded again – just like last night – with time accelerating in some moments and then slowing in others, to a point that allowed for us to have more extensive experiences in fifteen minutes than many might have in a day and a half.

I actually managed to get more written than might appear at the moment because I just deleted two full paragraphs.

I deleted them because they didn’t do justice to what I’m feeling in this moment, and they sort of sounded cliché. So I’d rather ascribe to the ‘less is more’ attitude and leave you with a taste of the beauty we’re working in.

Wildflowers at Amadell – Photo: L. Weikel

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Listening Retreat Day One – Day 271

The Vista at Amadell – LR Day One – Photo: L. Weikel

Listening Retreat Day One

I have exactly eight minutes to write a post this evening.

This is what happens when a Listening Retreat’s magic begins. Time folds in on itself.

We begin listening to the call of the voice that resides deep within. Deep, deep within. And we realize we may recognize that voice – and maybe its message is conveying a mystery – but it’s a mystery whose key lies solely within our own grasp.

The question is: are we willing? Are we willing to discover what our souls yearn for us to remember about our very own selves?

I think we are.

And I think this group is in for some seriously amazing experiences.

I’m feeling it.

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Katydids Here, Katydids There – Day 269

Rare sighting of a PA katydid – Photo: L.Weikel

Katydids Here, Katydids There

This is my first visit to North Carolina, to the Smoky Mountains, to Amadell in August. So I wasn’t sure what to expect.

What kinds of insects would I encounter? Are there ticks? A lot of mosquitoes? Would crickets play a big part on my private mountain playlist?

I knew for sure that lightning bugs are prevalent here – at least in late May/early June. In fact, this area is world-renowned for its specific strain of lightning bug: the synchronous ones.

Other than that, though, I did not know whether I would share the night, especially with familiar sounds, new ones, or – perhaps – utter silence.

Double Bonus – Lightning Bugs AND Katydids

As the night wears on and I’m welcomed back quite palpably by the Spirits of this Place (as well as the humans, I’m grateful to say), I’m given even more reason to love this place: Katydids!

Nothing says late summer to me more than the scratchy, insistent accusation late into the night by these wonderful insects: “Katydid!” Just the other night, as Karl and I were walking about half an hour after sunset, I wondered if katydids live in North Carolina – or specifically, in the mountains down here.

I’m delighted to report that katydids are full-fledged participants in the Amadell experience. Trust me: any yearning on my part for my Pennsylvania night chatter is fully slaked as I sit here writing with my windows open.

Indeed, I shall be lulled to sleep tonight by their comforting, critcheting calls.

I love katydids.

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I’m Gonna Pay – Day 268

Amadell Carp – Photo: L. Weikel

I’m Gonna Pay

Oh man. I know I’m gonna pay for this one way or another. But the piper will almost certainly collect his due in the most obvious way: levying a hefty surcharge on my checked bag.

It’s harder than I thought it would be, preparing for a Listening Retreat that’s far away from my home. I think I’ve known, in the back of my head, that this day would come. But it’s rough.

My First True “Away” Game

My evening’s angst issues from the fact that all my other Listening Retreats have taken place within a 20 miles radius of my home. It’s been eminently convenient. Too much so, I fear.

I’ve always made sure to bring a plethora of divinatory decks and books for my ‘retreaters’ to play with and peruse. I’m a huge advocate of giving myself and others access to cool stuff that entices us to steal some time away from everything and everybody and just indulge in…fun.

So it’s been excruciating for me to have to winnow my resources. As it is, all of you who’ve been with me through these past 268 days can take three guesses (and the first two don’t count) on what is the primary source of weight in my single bag-to-be-checked. You guessed it!

Books and Decks

Yup, books and various card decks that I want to share with my retreaters. And while I know that my hosts at Amadell are avid collectors themselves (having shared many a retreat with me through the years, they know ‘the good stuff’), I’m feeling naked. I’m realizing how much anxiety I quell within by having the luxury of telling myself, “I can always run home and get that book if I need it.”

Not this time!

And so it is I am forced to exercise some discernment. Some discipline. Although…I’m thinking that tomorrow’s reckoning with the airline when I check my bag is going to expose my grievous lack of discipline. Or at least the sad truth that I could’ve exercised a whole lot more.

The bottom line is simply my excitement to experience a Listening Retreat in a whole new venue. Yes, I’ve been to Amadell before (and all of you know first hand how much I love it) – but never specifically for a Listening Retreat.

Spirits of the Land Come Forward

And it always seems to me that during a Listening Retreat, no matter where I’ve held them, the Spirits of the Land we’re on reveal themselves in fascinating ways.

Thus, as I packed more and more goodies into my suitcase all day today, I’ve actually known, deep down, that They – the Spirits of the Land – will be the stars of the show. They will be the ones who show up and ask for a willing ear.

My Security Blanket

The books won’t matter. Nor will the decks. What will matter is the willingness of the people who are attending this retreat. Their willingness to trust my suggestions enough to witness the magic.

Ah yes. Just admitting all of this has led me to the realization that the contents of my suitcase are simply my security blanket. (Even if it ends up being an expensive one, when they weigh it.)

The magic of every Listening Retreat is in the land itself. I just need to get them there. The rest will take care of itself.

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Golden Opportunity – Day 266

Golden Opportunity 

Tonight I want to alert you to an absolutely golden opportunity that you should. not. miss.

Beginning Sunday, September 1st, my great friend and world-class numerologist, Alison Baughman, will be starting her comprehensive, five week Numerology Course. For five straight weeks, from 6:00 p.m. – 8:00 p.m. EST every Sunday, you will learn an amazing amount of information on numerology that will stand you in good stead, regardless of whether you use it for yourself or find that you want to dip into this field with an even greater commitment. (And you just might be surprised by how much all of this resonates with you!)

As I’ve mentioned in other posts, Alison knows her numbers. She knows her stuff and she is a great teacher. And this is a golden opportunity (and perhaps the last) to study with her first-hand.

Books, Too

It just so happens that she also wrote an excellent basic book on numerology, Speaking to Your Soul – Through Numerology.

Personally, I know she’s on a quest to write some additional books which, given her wry sense of humor and no-nonsense style, could be hilarious. (The books, not the quest – although the quest could end up being amusing in its own right.)

I’d by lying if I didn’t admit that it freaks me out a bit when I see Alison state things starkly, like, “This could be my last offering of this class.” That’s because she does not mess around. And she does not make comments like this cavalierly.

Photo: jenthejd.com

Believe Her When She Says, “This May Be it”

I didn’t believe it when she announced a few years ago that she was going to stop doing private readings for people. The reason I didn’t believe it was because her readings are a-m-a-z-i-n-g.

I’ve listened to mine over and over, probably at least a dozen times, as well as the periodic updates I was lucky enough to have with her when I needed to know ‘what was going on’ in my life ‘by the numbers.’

It just didn’t seem possible to me that someone with such an extraordinary gift could mean it when she announced she would be stepping away from it. But she did. And she has.

Which is why I feel it is incumbent upon me to highly recommend you take her course in September. It’s an opportunity that you could easily regret if you don’t take action now. I can tell you unequivocally: I intend to take the course. Heck, every time I listen to my readings with Alison, I learn a ton. (And you know I enjoy bringing into my posts at least some of what I know just by hanging around the woman.)

Yes, I’m going to take the course – and you should, too.

Lastly: Don’t Forget to Retreat…and Listen

Finally, next week at this time I will have wrapped my first Listening Retreat at Amadell. If you’re still flirting with the idea of allowing yourself the exquisite gift of disconnecting with the outside world and spending time with yourself, Mother Nature, and an amazing group of like-minded people (with whom you’ll probably remain friends for who knows how long – forever?), then jump off the cliff. Take the plunge. Come. To. Amadell.

Join us! $395 for the weekend (program plus meals), with $50/ night lodging in absolutely adorable, well-appointed rooms.  Email me (lisa@owlmedicine.com) to register, and contact events@amadell.org to reserve your room.

There’s so much to learn and experience in life. These two experiences are not to be missed and will give you skills you’ll use forever!

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