Fall Equinox Serpent Mound Star Knowledge Peace Summit, report by SunBôw

Fall Equinox Serpent Mound Star Knowledge Peace Summit, report by SunBôw:

Introduction: Grateful thanks to all our relations in the seven directions and all dimensions for the beloved allies honoring sacred grounds in healing circles of Love and Light by sharing blessings of wisdom and guidance on this wonderful medicine journey.

Just returned from the amazing Fall Equinox Serpent Mound Star Knowledge Peace Summits, energized with new intense shamanic experiences and powerful heart connections with a spiritually uplifting international family of elders, healers and teachers, including a close conversation with the local Sasquatch clan.

Thanks to Terri A Rivera for her invitation and welcoming. Many thanks to all the many angels who contribute their beautiful energy in the manifestation of this divinely blessed event of cosmic and interdimensional magnitude at the core of a unique geological vortex and portal in resonance with the stars where the ancients held celestial ceremonies since the origins.

The wealth of knowledge and beauty each one of you I met this weekend carry and share so generously fills my soul my blissful gratitude and renewed dedication in uniting our strength for the great purification our home-planet is birthing for a better future. This is my prayer today. We honor our gifts. Let us bless the world. All is Spirit…

Report: It took 14 hours to get from my home to Cincinnati, where I spent the first night, until getting picked up in the morning and taken to the event. The trip went with the usual line ups, waiting around, interrogating, patting, searches, running to the next gate to get on time for the next flight with the same merry-go-round all over again, reminding me why I quit traveling. Airplanes are fun, but airports are not. However, for an event such as this one, it is well worth the efforts and trials, for all the blessings it rewards with.

The welcoming was fantastically heart-warming, first meeting the wonderful organizers and hosts who offered me nice gifts and all the information I needed, then an amazingly spirited international tribe of high consciousness allies sharing their gifts, skills and teachings, which reached nearly two hundred souls. The diversity of their medicine teachings and presentations was truly inspiring, but too extended for my memory to register. I highly recommend this event and the presenters listed in details on their website and FB page.

Uplifting encounters and conversations were too many and too intense to detail, so I will focus here on my personal experience while there. On Friday afternoon I gave my first presentation indoors, scheduled to last an hour but extended to almost two, in which I first introduced my work with some background and adressed who are our Sasquatch relatives. On Saturday afternoon, my second presentation was for a couple hours at the outdoors stage, where I offered tips to develop inter-species communication and described dimensions. The feedback was encouraging and empowering. One nice comment among many was from a man who said he didn’t believe in Sasquatch until then, but after hearing me, he now knew they do exist.

The weather was unusually hot for the season, as it has been lately, causing a fire ban and a drought in Ohio. On Friday night, after the drum circle that called in a thin but beneficial white cloud cover, I stayed up late and walked back at night the half mile to the chalets, where I shared a room with Kari Black Elk, from an ancestral lineage of famous Lakota medicine men.

Walking through the woods, I felt presences near me so I walked to the trees and stopped. The dark silhouettes of three Sasquatch from the local clan appeared a few yards in front of me, so we exchanged greetings and I thanked them for welcoming me on their homeland and manifesting so close to me. I whispered a prayer of thanksgiving and we meditated for a while.

After a few minutes, I asked them if they would walk along in the forest on my way to camp and they consented. The road went around a patch of beautiful green deciduous tall trees, in which three coyotes started howling happily, following me in the underbrush. Ascending the final hill left me out of breath, so they invited me to sit for a while before reaching the top. I sat down and soon they came around, making their presences known with gentle wood knocks and branches cracking, drawing in closer for a few minutes.

They gave me a message to deliver the following day, which I did in my presentation. It was concerning the unique aspects of the location we were at and the paramount importance of its protection, including its geology, flora, fauna and its little known very ancient history, where the ancestors left extraordinary marvels of astronomical engineering in their mounds and ages of ceremonies connecting these sacred lands with the stars. They said although most mounds were destroyed, some of them have left energetic traces that are still active, while others are left but still unknown to the public. The Sasquatch have been protecting this area and ask for our assistance in protecting it as sacred land and to keep doing our ceremonies.

As I stood up to walk the last stretch to bed, they said goodbye with a friendly whoop to which I replied, happy and grateful. Woodland Altars, where the event has been taking place for years, is situated at the meeting point of two perpendicular fault lines, within the eastern side of the same meteorite impact crater that emcompasses Serpent Mound on its western side, at the other end of the inner fault line. The Peace Summit started at Serpent Mound itself where it was held for years until it grew in size and was forbidden access by the Park Service. So in the last decade it moved to Woodland Altars, which changed ownership just recently, leaving some uncertainty about its future.

On Saturday morning, Thomas Johnson who owns the local House of Phacops Rock Shop took me around, first to bless the gigantic Sasquatch statue he and a friend carved at his shop. Standing at twelve foot tall at the head and eighteen at the tip of the fingers of the outstretched arm, it is the largest among dozens of Sasquatch statues I have seen, and possibly the tallest wooden Sasquatch ever carved. It represents a mother named Alma and her three offsprings. I informed my hosts that Alma (Almas, Almasty) is the name our Hairy Humanoid relatives are given in Siberia, which they did not know, yet coincidentally Thomas has Siberian ancestry. So I shared blessings and a song there, to thank and honor the local Sasquatch clan and all our relations.

Then Thomas took me to the Water Serpent, a gigantic rock looking like a serpent head by the river flowing in the ravine along the plateau where Serpent Mound stands, to do a short ceremony. Many ceremonies have been held there by people from as far as the Quechua of Peru and the Dogon of Mali, from what I remember. I sat, prayed and did a chant to honor the site.

Thomas was an exceptional host and guide who shared with me a wealth of knowledge about the geology and ancient past of the crater we were in, including the discovery of a nine foot tall six-fingered giant in a conical mound near Serpent Mound, among many other amazing facts about the area.

The weekend was filled with intense encounters and uplifting exchanges, too many to narrate. Among the friends who came on my invitation were Joey David, a Mohawk medicine man friend with Sasquatch, and Michael Roland who translated The Sasquatch Message to Humanity Book 1 in Indonesian and is planning to translate Book 2. Others were new people well worth meeting. Some attendees had already an extended knowledge of the Sasquatch and a few even had direct experience.

To conclude the visit on Saturday night, I was invited to a sweat lodge behind the Sasquatch statue. I stayed a couple hours around the fire before the ceremony started, but there were more people waiting than availble seats, so since I was rather tired, I left back to camp to sleep. But there, we spent the night in intense conversations with wonderful medicine people from Peru, Mexico, Hawaii, as well as locals among these awesome people I am grateful to have met.

A particularly knowledgeable Lakota Elder I was honored to converse with is Steve McCullough, whose wisdom and experience covers more than many librairies. Among the several amazing stories he told us, one that stood out described how he went to conduct a sacred pipe ceremony on St. Peter’s Square at the Vatican, to bring healing to generations of trauma. As their circle was sitting at the center of the standing crowd, the Swiss Guard warned them that the pope was watching and didn’t like them to smoke there. Steve told them that after centuries of imposing churches without permission on Native lands, it was about time for a peace pipe to be smoked at the Vatican. That day, an earthquake and a tornado shook Rome, a lightning struck the cross on top of the Vatican, which made the international headlines, and three days later pope Benedict resigned. Powerful medicine, I commented.

I didn’t take many photos during this journey, being involved with living its intensity, but this account covers the main highlights. I left early Sunday morning before the fall equinox ceremony at 8:44 am, which I celebrated in the sky in a meditative state of blissful gratitude. I’ll skip the custom episode requiring Jedi magic and other technical details. On my arrival in Quebec, I met my son and his girlfriend, both who had Sasquatch encounters, and we went out to visit the aquarium and for dinner, to crown the equinox weekend.

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