All Saints Day: Day 1 in my new home. My latest updates, by SunBôw…

All Saints Day: Day 1 in my new home. My latest updates, by SunBôw…

Dear readers, friends and relatives,

Grateful thanksgiving and infinite gratitude for this serene heavenly earthly abode I’ve just been granted, certainly the nicest home I’ve ever called my own, welcoming me from my biggest move in this lifetime and hopefully my last. The first seasonal snow covered the ground with its white blanket on the eve of Samain or Wuwutsim, the Celtic and Hopi New Year, which was a perfect day for a new start.

As my moving crew and I disembarked at this final destination yesterday, two dozens of crows flew over cawing cheerfully, making me very happy to see that my entire local murder from 20 km away escorted me once more to my new home, where I suspect they will visit again shortly. What an honor to have such loyal loving friends! The local raven here flew around as well, to welcome me in his woods.

This large, well preserved forty-year-old wooden house was built by a pioneer couple of long time good friends who raised their three daughters here; now as grandparents, they finally decided to move out of the deep woods, closer to services and family. The place is fully equiped, with every tool it takes and more to live comfortably in the forest at the end of a quiet rural road, even through harsh Canadian winters. The backyard, largest I’ve ever had, opens on hundreds of square km of wilderness on public lands and into the vast national park, where we found Sasquatch footprints in a few locations. Perfect settings for the coming year of the Wood Dragon or Green Dragon, related to trees, forests and wooden houses, when I’ll complete my natal return cycle in Chinese astrology.

My first night in this pristine environment was filled with enchantment and magic. With no neighbors or electric lights in sight, without any traffic or unnatural sound to be heard, and no internet distractions as of now, meditation becomes as simple as breathing. I felt an uplifting, ecstatic, enlightening transe and a wide open, unobstructed channel reaching far into the Omniverse, without any artificial interference nor electromagnetic disruption. I spent the night floating on a dream cloud, bathing in pure aura-regenerating prana, between fire heat and clean fresh air, between sparkling starry skies and snow coated grounds, surrounded by allies and angels. A few orbs flew around the house and then inside its walls, bright points of light or softly glowing spheres with a trail of white light. Faces of many ancient wise Elders from these blessed lands or from abroad, as well as from distant stars, along with little people shorter than a foot, appeared all around, indoors as outdoors, smiling kindly, pleased to connect.

To my surprise, I heard the familiar clucking sounds my crow friends have used to talk with me even until the last morning before I moved here, but it was the middle of the night and crows should have been sleeping at that time. I looked out the window and saw the local Sasquatch Elder sitting in the snowy backyard in his astral form. He welcomed me in his domain, so I thanked him and we met. He has known me through remote viewing via the crows eyes he travels with. He is the one who left me a stone circle by my doorstep a couple years ago and bent the two arched trees I noticed in the backyard here. Then, animal spirits of all kinds, shamans of their kins, started appearing in the backyard around him, sitting peacefully and staring at me in their spirit bodies. A wolf howled nearby and I knew intuitively he was white. This is but a glimpse of the beautiful energies that were awaiting me in this sacred refuge, where I’ve been blessedly guided to live from now on. This amazing welcome committee did not manifest the following night, nor do such experiences happen daily, but only on special occasions. And no, I had not used any unusual substance if some might wonder, only connecting spiritually in a saner environment, excellently suited for meditation, communion and channeling, free from all external perturbations and outside distorting filters. There is no better medicine than Mother Nature and I strongly recommend to reconnect with Her healing powers in the times coming.

Still barely landing here and now, unpacking boxes and settling in; no connection with the outside world yet, apart from telepathy, so I’m using my neighbor’s line now, to keep in touch for those who care to read. On my first morning in this ultimate refuge, I went around the land to leave prayers and offerings to the four directions. On my second night here, there was a power outage for a few hours. Maybe a prelude to the predicted dark winter? Only the candlelight and moonlight brightened the mysterious obscurity; only the crackling of the fire in the stove and the occasional discreet velvety footsteps of Simone, the cat landlady, filled the deep soothing silence, not even a fridge purring nor a distant running engine to be heard in this remote natural environment. This is my third night here, as I write.

But I feel many wonderful surprises are in store and inspiring experiences will unfold in this precious wilderness haven. Ceremonies for small inner circles are in my intentions, and more focus on creativity and writing, with book projects piling up, while withdrawing from crowds, traffic, public attention and the wars of algorithms, to enjoy a peaceful retreat, watching the increasing turmoils of the planetary changes from a safe distance, always praying for the world. Thanks and praises to the Great One for leading me here, after a long winding road. The best is yet to come. I’ll post tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever I go out.

Blessings of peace, love, happiness, health, abundance, wisdom and all the good energies, to all my relations around the Omniverse…