The Forest Path ~ a sanctuary

I wrote this as an assignment for the Project Sanctuary Masters Course. I was to create a habitat, a dwelling, map it, furnish it and live there for two weeks. The way these things unfold on their own (and are extremely pleasurable!) makes it feel like someone else is doing my homework for me.. 🙂

I am in a forest, with tall trees all around. The trees have pale green leaves and light brown trunks and branches. Rays of sunshine are coming through. It feels like Spring, mid-morning. I can’t see too far beyond where I’m standing right now as the forest is thick with tall leafy trees and shrubs and grasses.

It’s relaxing and soothing here. I’m enjoying this space. It’s sunny but breezy, with subtle noises as the leaves are rustling and moving in the wind and the grasses moving gently. It is fairly cool here. The ground is firm. It’s a dirt path that is uneven and worn. People have walked this way before and their feet have left this path. I notice my own feet are bare.

I take a deep breath and notice that the air smells and feels fresh and clean. To my right I hear a faint sound of trickling water and am drawn to walk that way to investigate, suspecting that it might be even more relaxing there. I move off the path and push through bushes and past trees. At my feet I can see a shallow stream with water bubbling over stones and pebbles. Looking ahead I can see it leads onward. I wonder what it becomes. But my eye is caught by something else.

Across the stream, in a clearing, I can see a wood cabin. I cross the stream to this cabin, pushing through more tall grass as I go. It’s soft on my skin, like tiny brushes.

The cabin is in front of me and there is a door on the side I am facing. The cabin has a pitched roof and I can see a chimney above and to the rear of the building with smoke coming from it. I walk to the door and try to open it. It’s locked, but in the process of trying to open it a key on a long necklace I’m wearing slips forward, getting my attention. I use this key and unlock the door and go inside the cabin, closing the door behind me.

The cabin seems to be one large rectangular space without any rooms. Up against the back wall of the cabin is the fireplace. It’s warm and inviting. Close to the fireplace but on the right side of it is a couch. It’s firmly padded, a red and gold flecked felt material. It has ornate legs painted gold. It looks wide enough for me to lay down on. I approach it and take a seat and realise that it’s much softer than it looks. There is a tall book shelf against the wall full of books. I don’t notice any of the titles at the moment, but I feel drawn to investigate soon. A green book on one of the upper shelves is pulling my attention.

Instead of continuing to investigate the cabin I give the book shelf and the green book my attention. It is an older book and it has gold writing on the spine and on the cover. The book is called The Truth and has my name as the author. Interesting! I decide to carry this with me and keep looking around.

On the other side of the fire place is a small dining table with two chairs. It’s a circular table. On the table is a lace cloth, a white vase with a single white daisy in it.

Up against the back wall near the table is shelving with cups hanging from hooks and plates and bowls slotted upright. Some pots and pans are hanging from larger hooks. There is a very small sink and a stovetop and bench here with some cupboards underneath. I have a look in a few of the cupboards and it looks to be canned and dry goods. Food that won’t go off in a hurry.

Behind me looking back to the door, on the left hand side, same side of the cabin as the couch, is a wooden single bed. It has white linen with some lace detail and small roses embroidered on it. It has plump pillows (I see at least two) with the same linen covering them and the bedcovers also look very plump and cosy. I am tempted to have a sleep here. There is a little circular rug at the side of the bed of red, green and white. I put my book down on a wooden stool that is sitting next to the bed, wipe my feet and hop in under the covers and lay down to dream and sleep. I notice above me is a hanging from the ceiling with crystals, feathers and little stone birds. This is moving gently in whatever air movement is in the room and I watch it until I fall asleep.

I wake up to the sun shining through one of the windows onto my face. I can see out a window on the same wall from my bed. A brown deer catches my eye. It looks up to me suddenly, standing very still, then darts away.

I hop out of bed and pull the covers back up and make the bed. On the opposite side of the room is a beautiful claw-footed bath. White porcelain tub with gold fixtures and feet. I start filling it up and notice a shelved area with essential oils and small glass bottles of things. I pick up a pink coloured one and it says Soothing Bath. I tip some of this under the running water and for a moment I see glittering pink sparkles but then the water turns a pale shade of pink and bubbles start being created.

I put the bottle back on the shelf and notice a mirror and razor and nail brush and hair brush, all very rustic looking. Some towels and face washers are there too. Near the wooden brushes with natural bristles. On the other side of the bath, where I almost didn’t see it, is a toilet. I am grateful for this!

I take my clothes off and step into the bath. Turning the water off when it is full enough. The water is so warm and soothing (the bottle was right!). I feel weightless and dreamy and relaxed. I lay my head back on the bath edge and I can hear my breathing, the sound of birds outside, the crackle of the fire – and not much else.

I decide to have a look in the green book I had found earlier but can’t quite reach it from the bath. Since I am in Sanctuary, I use telekinesis and the book lifts off the stool and floats through the air before I hold it in my grasp and open it to read.

The Truth. Page 1: “Deep down within your spirit and underneath your cloak of fear is the truth of who you are and what you bring to this time. Will you boldly shift this fear and inhabit your truth? Or will it stay hidden and unseen?”

I turn the page, and a few more pages and they all seem to be blank. I put the book down and step out of the bath and use the large cotton towel that was on the bench to dry myself. I get dressed again and lay down on the couch and watch the fire.

Two weeks later:

So I’ve been here for two weeks now. I feel so at peace here. Life is simple and there are no pressures or stress. I make myself tea, I read books, I make sure the fire has wood (there is a woodpile at the back of the cabin), and I sleep in this beautiful bed and relax in this beautiful bath. Life is sweet.

It’s a little lonely though. I haven’t spoken with another person for two weeks and I feel quite isolated even though I’m relaxed. I am wanting someone or several someones to talk, to interact, to share a joke, to care for, to hug, to share the fireplace with and make tea for and go for walks with.

I am loving the stream and have walked alongside it as much as I was able to where the vegetation wasn’t so thick. It lead to a great waterfall which flowed down into a lagoon. I haven’t worked out how to get down there yet, aside from jumping down, and haven’t taken that leap yet.

I see (and hear) owls and birds and other animals. I’m not afraid of anything out here. Some of the ‘bumps in the night’ are actually quite comforting. Letting me know that I’m not alone.

One morning this week I was laying in bed and saw out my window a brown horse with white markings on its face. It noticed me and stayed there, ate some of the grass where it was. I went outside and was able to approach it and stroke it gently on its nose. It had no signs that it belonged to anyone, but was tame and trusting of me as a human. Its brown eyes just watched me.  Soon I am going to try and see if this horse allows me to be close enough to get up on his back and ride with me. I’m hopeful that he keeps returning and feels as though he can trust me. I am not pushing things in any hurry.

This place has really slowed me down. Things just happen as they will, in their own natural flow. I am enjoying the little things. I want to write more in my green book as my truth unfolds. I also want to take some longer walks to see if I can find some other people around here.


The Angel From The City

I began in a city space. It was late morning here. So in this city there were a lot of tall buildings, car noises – engine and car horns, exhaust smells, a thickness in the air. There weren’t specific people or cars here but their presence was felt. The energy felt busy and pressured. This feeling of pressure is making it hard for her to take in her surroundings.

She looks up and in the small spaces between skyscrapers and where the streets are, she can see pieces of sky. Blue, fluffy clouds, inviting and promising. She decides to fly. She has feathered white and grey wings that unfold and flap as she moves upward. She didn’t realise she had wings but they work naturally as though she has been doing this her whole life. Upward she goes past the highest roofline of the city. Up here the air feels fresher already and she feels like she has space to breathe. She looks around and can see a small island area which is just East from the city. She sets her sights on this and flies to this.

As she gets closer she sees the island is thick with trees and grass. Not much else is visible from high. She is happy to leave the city behind her. She comes to land on a grassy shore. Her bare feet feel soft on landing and the grass is slightly damp.

Her wings fold in and she heads into the thick forest. It gets cooler quickly due to the thickness of the trees overhead, and darker too. The air smells damp and she feels goosebumps on her skin.

She hears a crunch of twigs and turns towards her right. Standing there is a figure with a pale skeletal face and dark clothes. It is hard to tell their intentions due to an unexpressive face but she assumes that as they stand there holding a staff that they aren’t going to be positive. But she is unafraid and says “You don’t scare me”. Once those words have left her mouth, this figure’s dark clothes fall to the ground as though they were full of air, the skeletal face smashing as it hits the ground.

She continues forward and soon finds a clearing. Here there is a black iron cauldron containing a gold liquid and a lit fire underneath it. The warmth is comforting and soothing to her. Using a wooden implement left beside the cauldron, she stirs it, her intention focused squarely on this gold liquid. She is expecting to see something yet nothing is appearing to her.

I use EFT and tap for her not being able to see what she needs to.

She stirs and looks again and within the cauldron, created with the ripples and shadows of the gold paint she sees that it is an image of her smiling face. The image lifts her left hand, looks at it and opens it. Sparks glitter from her open hand. She repeats the same with her other hand and again sparks are released. This image of her is letting go. The image with her hands down now begins to twirl and spin with her arms stretched outward, with a blissful expression on her face.

The aspect feels a warmth and excitement in her heart. She stands back from the cauldron and focuses her energy on it and the gold liquid. After a short time there is a rumbling and vibrating and the contents of the cauldron shoot upward to the sky, looking like a radiating column of gold light. It goes upward to the sky and then filters outwards until the surrounding area as well as the city are coated in this gold liquid.

Content and elated, with peace in her heart, the aspect finds a comfortable place in the forest, curls up and falls asleep.

The Tower – Lost In the Woods

Prior to the previous post where I wrote about a wall that was in the way of having a fulfilling sex life, I had been thinking about sex in terms of energy and what happens along the way. I had read about, and been intrigued by tantric sex. My understanding of it is mindfulness of sexual energy and of each other. I like the concept.

So the next time I had a sexual encounter I had the thought about sexual energy and how it might rise, fall, expand, shift during. I could feel my energy was stuck at my lower back. I talked with my husband about it and asked if he could feel his and he said it went all the way up his spine to the top of his head, and then back down to the base of his spine (or thereabouts). It moved quite quickly. He said his felt stuck inside him where mine didn’t even get a chance to ‘start’.

So we began an energy habitat exercise for ourselves. “If that sexual energy was a place in time and space, where would it be?”

For me it was me being lost in the woods, cold, dark, afraid. Dark sky but stars, lots of trees. For Andrew it was a tower with lights going up and down it. He felt locked in.

So I was in the woods and my feeling was fear. I didn’t want to do anything because I was scared to. I was scared to take a step in any direction.  I created myself a torch in my pocket to try and help me find my way. But once I had the torch in my hand, I was too scared to turn it on because I thought I would attract things to me that I didn’t want, like a wolf or something.

I wanted something to guarantee that I’d be safe. My husband suggested a protective pendant around my neck. I was thinking about a gun lol. He said he saw me with a stone pendant around my neck and the pendant had a triangle symbol on it. What he didn’t know was that I had recently seen a triangle symbol pendant in another habitat experience..

So – amulet on, torch turned on. I feel braver. Safer. I move forward and there’s a clearing ahead with lights. Which I suspect is the tower. I freak out and panic. I don’t know if I want to move forward. I create a tent and set it up, and decide to stay put for awhile. During this whole time I can feel the energy rising up and it’s about at the solar plexus height.

I tapped for fear and courage. I then packed up the tent again and decided to keep going. I then found the tower. I felt too scared to enter the tower (what’s in there, what will I find, what will I see, what will happen to me, will I ever come out?) so set up the tent again outside it and stayed there overnight.

The next day I am not afraid. I’m there again and I knock on the door and I hear footsteps coming. I’m a little scared of what’s coming. It’s my husband’s aspect and he opens the door and lets me in. He leads me through corridors without windows and I am afraid of being trapped and not being able to get out. He tells me (the real husband, as we’re talking about it together at the time) that his tower has windows all around the building. So there are suddenly windows (these habitats rock like that!) and I’m feeling safer. Less trapped. I’m in an elevator and we take it up to the roof of the tower.

Up on the roof it is a flat space surrounded by trees on one side and on the other side is a beautiful view. We’re looking down into a valley full of trees, and can see a mountain range on the other side. A mild breeze is blowing, it’s comfortable. I feel great here. Not afraid.

It’s at this point my husband starts talking about how his energy self is afraid of letting go and being itself because I might not like who he is or what he says or does. We talked and tapped – I won’t go into that here but it was a breakthrough for him.

Our aspects ended up taking flight from the top of the tower. Together hand-in-hand we fly around the area. It is free and envigorating and exciting. 🙂