Do You Feel Like I Feel? Need Relief, Deliverance and a Solution from Winter, Holiday and Financial Blues or Frustration? I-CHING Oracle Helps – Kua 40

Welcome to the conversation with me, myself and I about finding a solution. Yes, alright.  I agree (with myself); I’m tired and never happy when it is raining and cold at the same time with snow predictions flying left and right.  Money issues are tugging me left and right and up and down from below and above—typical for this time of year when my home rental lease is up (and the rent went up with it) and end of the year income reports and the beloved Black Friday hoopla bites at one’s heels.  And if I could leave the planet and come back in January, I’d be fine with it—what to “get” this one and that one when I give all year-long when I see the need and I can (actually I’m generous with my family and usually don’t need much).  I totally resent some merchants and christian holiday makers telling me about the deadline.  Funny, I don’t feel this pressure for other holidays but x-mas memories are filled with “how are we going to pull it off again this year?”  You know, three little children and society really won’t let you get away from it—they insist!  It’s x-mas, go along with it.  Get’s my rebel rouser up, you know?  Not that I don’t enjoy the decorations and lights and bright red bows and poinsettia’s which off-set the bare brown leaves and lack of color generally at this time of year—and the darkness.

Yeah, that too and striving for balance when the days seem so short!  Honestly, a segment of time for exercise, meditation, food, housekeeping, work, emailing and there’s not enough hours in the day.  Yeah, I Facebook and tweet but it’s my way of letting my family and close friends be in touch and vice versa; it seems like nobody has time to email anymore and I am constantly behind there too.  Maybe with the cable being shut off in a day or so (my choice), the perspective will change; we’ll see.

I mean last night I was watching the Sunday evening Amazing Race show on TV (cable gets shut off tomorrow) while working on emails, bills, bank statement and accounting for holiday gifts and lots of loose ends being tied up when I hear coming from the direction of the TV, “Welcome to the Morning Show.”  Really?

I crashed for a few hours and then back at it – clients, students and other email inquiries tugging and pulling and then paypal demanding tax ID information.  Sometimes the head just swirls, you know?  I haven’t blogged in a while again and I’ve got to compose this week’s newsletter which I’ve already done in my mind—it’s a matter of typing it out.

Maybe you are feeling a bit overwhelmed and slightly frustrated even though you are (like me) gallantly, truly and sincerely, from-your-deep-heart completely grateful for your life and your family and your blessings, no matter what denomination/amount or trend they come in.  Yet, also like me, right about now, you could use a little wisdom and guidance.  Will you be joining me for a cup of hot tea and a toss of the I-CHING?  Let’s do; here we go then.

What does the divinatory system available to us have to say to us at this time of mini-frustration and overwhelm?  Let’s have a look; if you need this as much as I apparently do right now, keep reading…

Many times, if I am feeling stuck, frustrated or overwhelmed, I recognize it (as I do now) and pull a divination card (tarot), do an I-CHING toss or select an Angel card after a quick shuffle.  Any of these give me something to meditate upon—like a mandala or focusing on a prayer of some sort.  Lots of times, I will just quiet down, look at the image on the card if it’s a picture and allow the image to trigger something within my heart that wants to speak by way of wisdom or guidance.  With the I-CHING, if there’s time, I will read the meaning of the Kua if I do not know it from memory and my intuition will spark on a word, phrase or sentence.  I may take that and then sit with it in meditation; I usually like to do this outdoors and am happy to be able to have a room that is designated a meditation room where I can sit when it is cold, snowing, raining or dark outside as it is now.  I try to make this area as comforting and warm as I can for myself.   There were times in my past where I had only one room and set aside one corner with a small altar for this purpose—an angel statue or a Buddha and other special, sacred (to me) or spiritual (to me) items to help me focus in a different way.

One of the worst things that we all do, and it is something that I’m doing now as I’m typing (and I need to release this NOW) is to feel guilty for how we were feeling previously in the preceding hours or days before we can do this calm-down and re-centering meditation or contemplation.  This becomes a vicious cycle of course—we feel bad and then begin to shift and do a guilt trip on ourselves by feeling guilty for feeling bad (meaning feeling overwhelmed or temporarily frustrated or agitated).  We might say something like, “Just look at you with all your blessings—how dare you complain when so many people in the world are suffering! YOU should not be feeling this way.”   This type of self-berating does absolutely no good and is a trap.  The truth is that you have given yourself the opportunity to slow down and regroup and are seeking guidance and wisdom from within—NOT the inner critic!

So the I-CHING Kua we have here is (interestingly enough) Kua 40 called DELIVERANCE or ABATEMENT OF DANGER.  (By the way, I looked into the meaning of the word “deliverance” in the dictionary:  “action of setting free” in physical or spiritual senses. )The wisdom here is to recognize that the worst is over for the moment mostly because of the wisdom that we had here to take action—to actually STOP and recognize that we needed to consult the oracle.  Because we’re doing that right now, the danger of “going off the deep end” has subsided or been averted.

The I-CHING oracle is saying that it is good to reflect on the entire situation but don’t reflect too long—too much contemplation cripples the ability to make a decision.  Like I said, feeling guilty has no place in this process, it’s crippling. Further, the oracle says to return to your normal activities as soon as the danger is over.  I don’t know about you, but stopping to type and consult the I-CHING has helped me get past the hump enough to be able to return to normal activities.  In this case, the normal activity is sleep aligning with my intention to get to bed at a reasonable hour and not be up all night again.  Since it’s nearing 1 AM, my inner guide is saying, “Good enough–now post it.  Maybe it will help someone else out there and then OFF TO BED!”

Knowing me, I will probably consider the guidance further and then maybe have a follow-up dream about it (no matter if I remember the dream or not, I’ll probably have one) and wake up in the morning feeling much better.  Maybe by then the rain will have stopped and the snow they’re predicting will be starting.  I’m not going to lament the fact that I hardly got to enjoy the fall before winter showed up!  Like a little child, I get whiney when I’m tired.  Tomorrow’s another day as my grandmother used to say a lot and I do (after all) like snow.   Really I do.

See you next time…   the sound of the rain and wind outside will help me sleep (I hope).  I love the synchronicity of the rain and thunderstorm image on the Kua 40 card above. Looking at the image what comes to mind is an American Indian (maybe the ‘me’ of a past life in my fantasy) beseeching the Thunder Beings to “beam me up” and you know the rest of the line from Star Trek.

Read my addendum below and you should see my point with that last comment… and by the way…

 …currently the transiting NORTH NODE of the Moon (evolving evolutionary intention for each soul) is conjuncting the SUN (purpose) and MERCURY (talk/communicate/discuss/information) ALL in the sign of SAG (belief systems/truth versus lies and freedom/deliverance as well as Nature and natural law) — toss in that MERCURY  is  RETROGRADE in that sign of SAG and Omg I guess we can see the possibility of what I describe below happening elsewhere; maybe different details but generally the same possible vibe as below.  After all, that NN, Mercury retro and Sun in Sag stellium is happening right now for everyone.

ADDENDUM:  Posting this paragraph the following day–I noticed that the Moon was in Capricorn yesterday and the day before.  Cap is about “getting real” and “work” and applying discipline.  The emotional energy was in alignment with wrapping things up and dealing with the practical earth-living stuff.  I had a giggle this morning when I pushed aside another obvious connection with that Capricorn energy yesterday.  The phone man was here and let me tell you, trying to get phone problems dealt with up here is like pulling teeth sometimes.  Toss in that we have a new company that simply  cannot seem to get its website straightened out so that I can pay my bill online—well, lots of patience is required.  Now, Saturn rules Capricorn and that energy really relates to the religious Patriarchy, “Father” god, and “society-consensus” energy (i.e.Muggles).  Long story short, that Capricorn Moon must have stirred the muggle’s emotional heart on the level of the father-god dogma because in our discussion about the phone, the native american burial mound, and my questions to him about snakes (after all, he probably knows–he’s a local-yocal in these here mountains) eventually lead him to bring up the B word (THE BIBLE).  And now here we are in my very own kitchen having this conversation!  Another meaning of the word DELIVERANCE as it relates to yesterdays oracle, Kua 40 is SALVATION.  Synchronicity galore there, right?  And this guy who is telling me that this week is FAWN HUNTING around here which topic we get to because he tells me if I go hiking up on the mountain to wear a bright orange vest or I could get SHOT, adding that he doesn’t let his kids go out and play during FAWN HUNTING SEASON which is right NOW.  (The danger is that his own children could be shot.) Omg!  Well, you know how my head, heart, and solar plexus chakras were spinning if you are a follower of this blog!  Anyway, why would the hunting license people ever say it is okay to shoot a baby deer?  I mean, WHY?  Okay, I could go on writing for days, but client’s want readings and there are a gazillion things to do so… the bottom line, okay?  The phone guy in my kitchen ended up saying that no rattle snakes are around here but added that he’s killed several copper heads when he’s been out in the woods; so I say, “were they coming after you, attacking you?” and he says no and I just couldn’t ask any more questions.  The other bottom line was he told me that he feels very bad for me since I will be going to HELL because I don’t fully accept the BIBLE as the full, complete and end-of-story and do-not-question-it WORD OF GOD, period.  You know how these people are–its like talking to a brick wall.  I wanted to laugh when he told me that the god buddha (really?) is buried but jezuz doesn’t have a grave therefore he’s really god and that his baptist-bible father-god “really is an INTOLERANT god” said like it’s a good thing,  but really I bit my lip and tried not to roar laughing–why be blatantly rude, you know?  The guy was pretty pissed off when he left because I simply would not buy into the fear of hell he was trying to get me to buy.  Yeah, Moon was in Capricorn yesterday–it all figures! I still don’t know why they kill baby deer anymore than I can understand why a very nice tree along the public walkway, standing straight and tall and shading the sidewalk along a creek is being chopped at with an axe.  Maybe its a boy scout project?  Why that tree?  Every time I go by, I can see the axe chopping marks are going deeper into the tree’s trunk with a huge V on both sides now and a few more swings and she’s firewood.  Truly, I scratched my head thinking of what possible harm the tree could be doing there along side the creek and walkway–it has no obvious signs of death or decay nor is it leaning or posing a threat to anything.   A boy scout project is all I can think — overall, a sad thing to teach a boy scout to do IMHO, but maybe its a survival-skill badge or some such thing.  Really I wanted to put a big sign on the tree with the three letters and a question mark, “WHY?”  I’d put that same sign on every FAWN on the planet too if I could and my imagination goes even further but I’d spare you that since it goes into areas of perversion.  So there it is– an example of the Capricorn/Saturn archetype and a little bit of what the MOON in CAPRICORN might trigger within us emotionally charged by a stellium in Sag with the transiting NN, MERC and SUN; and now I have to go burn some sage in my kitchen!  Buddha a god, oh please! 

(PS — I slept great, don’t remember any dreams, feel much better, it hasn’t snowed yet but I had an invigorating morning task of gathering up the outdoor carpet, lawn chairs and flower pots that blew upside down from the big winds and rains last night.  Have a glorious fire going in the fireplace… it’s 30 degrees but cozy in my bear den here. By the way, the lady who brings me firewood does not chop down trees, these are “downed -already-tree-firewood-logs.”.. well, you know what I mean.  🙂 )

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Mounds! NC Cherokee Woodland Period Burial Ground – Shaman Spirits Here? A Message- that’s twice now!

Could I possibly have ancient shamen buried with the local tribe just above my house? (Correction; the house I rent.)

The world’s oldest profession is the shaman!! The ancient shaman  is the ancestor to the modern-day doctor and the priest.

The oldest religion of which we have any secure knowledge is shamanism.

Ahhh, and to think one or more may be buried here upon this property… no wonder the crows circle above that area and nowhere else. And no wonder the crowd of deer come and go from that very place. More on that later… but first…

Inserted Later:  I’ve just learned that in the archaeologically termed “Woodland Period”, the Cherokee in this area  actually did create their burial mounds on the top of mountain ridges or “high up” —this according to a Cherokee Archeologist from Cherokee, NC. —More on this below

(This has nothing to do with anything but if I could have a “DO OVER”, I’d have studied archeology in college instead of physical therapy…. Note to Soul:  next time!)

That’s twice now! Yes, I know that posting something like this is risking appearing crazy to some; so be it— I’m used to it.   I just have to blog this quickly because it happened AGAIN and after this weekend… well, you’ll see what I mean.

I’m taking a bit of a break from outdoor work, mowing and raking all those things that make landlord’s happy. A few weeks ago (and if you are a regular follower of this blog, you may recall this), I found a “mounds” candy bar wrapper in my yard when I was mowing. I live on a country road two-lane curvy highway in the mountains of North Carolina and many people are of the habit of tossing their litter and it ends up in the yard now and again.

And today was no exception, there were some papers in the yard and as the mower and I came across from one, upon picking it up I nearly froze in my tracks! There it was again! A MOUNDS candy wrapper (coconut filled dark chocolate). So what you might say and I’d agree. Apparently someone who likes Mounds candy tosses their wrapper when they come around this particular bend—and it happened twice.  So what!  Right?  But there’s more to it–there always IS with me!

The first time it reminded me that the landlady told me that there is a Native American Mound (burial place—mound of earth—ceremonial ground for Cherokee) here high on the ridge. I’d been meaning to investigate that for years but the timing was never right and I wasn’t about to mountain climb the steep ridge alone. I’ve also been waiting for the right weather and when the overgrowth wasn’t so dense to make the ascent. Well, my grandson got up there a few weeks ago and reported a headstone of some kind. Hmmmm, no mound? A headstone? Yeah, he said, adding that it wasn’t raised up, bur ‘sunken in’ and the headstone had some strange writing on it.  He got up there to have a look before I had time to explain what a Mound actually is; so he didn’t recognize it.  The ‘sunken in’ graves, according to him,  sounded strange to me.  (My grandson is 13 years old.)

So this past weekend my daughter, granddaughter and I, attempted to repeat the feat. My grandson warning me that I’d never make it up there which is all I needed to hear in order to vow that I’d get there!  O, really? Watch me!  

It wasn’t easy; but we made it up after doing some honest to goodness vertical rock climbing (like the real-deal ‘where do I put my foot next and where to I put my hand’–that kind of thing).  It was quite THE adventure!  Any tree root, protruding rock or nearby limbs were grips for hands and feet. Anyway, the point is that we got there!  Eventually!

The mound plus two christian graves off to the side of it were obvious. Bingo! LOL My grandson only found one christian grave and the strange writing that he reported actually could be made out with some effort.  My daughter had to put her fingers over the letters to ‘feel’ what she couldn’t make out with her eyes.  This was carved with a rough tool; perhaps a stick when the cement was wet.  We’re talking the 1800’s.  It read this way… her first name (omitted out of respect) and then the words “wife of” and the first initials and  last name of the husband.  Beneath that it said, born (month/day) 1831, died (month/year) 1893.  It appeared ‘sunken in’ to my grandson because it wa directly next to the native american mound.

Next to headstone was another.   That one said FATHER (_______) [last name intentionally omitted for privacy purposes], died 1907.

Why do I say  they are christian graves?  On the wife’s headstone it says, “Blessed are they who trust in the lord”.   Strange trivia–the date of her death as indicated on the hand-marked grave stone happens to be the same month and day as my own mother’s crossing.

Here is a general image of a Native American Mound if you’ve never seen what one looks like; I just took this image below off google as an example of what a mounds looks like for readers who don’t know.

Example of what an actual mound looks like.
Very Unusual Green Vine Growing Over the Top of the Native American Mound and Surrounding the Two Christian Graves that are Off to the Side of the Mound and a Circle of Trees Surround the Entire Magical,  Sacred Area <p>
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And all along the ground where the headstones were and the Cherokee Mound itself was the greenest thickest vine type of growth. It was only there and nowhere else–you can see it in the images below.  I’m going back up there to take more pictures of the mound and surrounding area.  After I found the mound, I read online that mounds are good places to meditate and after being up there, I can see why!

The general location of the property that I rent and thus the mound is very close to the V-fork (or the Y) of where two creeks merged–the Cherokee, it is said,  believed that places where water meet to be sacred and often burial mounds are to be founds where 2 or 3 bodies of water merge as it does right at this location.  (Across the street is a creek that merges in a V with a creek on the other side of the property here.)

The energy up there was quite sacred and peaceful and the trees around the area seemed to be protecting the spot–yeah, I know I’m repeating myself now but it deserves that emphasis.  This spot, by the way, cannot be seen by any human from any direction and there are huge rocks upon which to sit and meditate nearby.  And these huge rocks are up against trees.

Anyway, the whole time I’m mowing the lawn today, I’m thinking about going back up there if I can find a safer way up than yesterday’s adventure. Do I risk it at my ripe old age of 64? Maybe if I take my cell phone along with me!?  Yeah, I’d bring the phone and also what I forgot to take  up there with me yesterday, which is CORNMEAL to make an offering to the earth.  I can’t get over the vine covering the ground up there just in those specific burial areas.  It’s fall (autumn) now and there’s nothing much that is green and fresh looking growing right now; I’ve not seen that vine anywhere else.  It’s as if mother earth covered that area with the vine to honor the contents beneath.

Yeah, so anyway, I’m waiting to get a call back from the Cherokee Nation.  I called them today; they may not call back but it seemed right to reach out to them for some reason.

So I pick up this stray paper as I mowed the lawn today and there it is a second time–a mounds candy wrapper!

I brought it in and snapped a photo of it just for me to remember—the universe is recognizing the connection with the Native American Mound and that I went up there yesterday.  I saw that same wrapper weeks ago which reminded me about the mound to start with.

After all, I didn’t find the mounds candy paper any other day. It was today!

Today–the day after I hiked up there with my daughter and granddaughter!

And whoever tossed the wrapper had no idea he or she was working in such harmony with the happenings here!

Photos of the christian grave markers; I have whited out the names out of respect and for privacy purposes….

 Notice the green vine?

it is only present around the graves and the mound ONLY!

PS — Intuitively, I feel the Cherokee buried in the Native American Mound next to these graves are from the Deer Clan.  (I’ve read there are four major clans in the Cherokee.)

There are many deer on this property and they can often be seen coming down from the top of the ridge there (sometimes 10 or 20 at a time) and returning to the place where the mound is up there.

I read online that the sacred wood of the Deer Clan is OAK and there is a huge old Oak Tree growing on the edge of the mound itself, seeming to be guarding it.  One more thing and then I have to get back outside to finish my work; it must be done today, for tomorrow the rains come.

I’ve always seen big black crows circling the top of the ridge in the area of the mound!  Rather spontaneously I call them the guardians  or ‘the watchers’  and will catch myself saying aloud to myself, Oh, the guardians are back.  Funny how you just say things like that without knowing why, isn’t it?

Lately, I’ve been finding crow feathers–a single feather here or there–around my back door or the side of the house.  I’d like to believe these are the crows and Cherokee ancestor spirits acknowledging me. These feathers are (to me) magical and sacred.

Congratulations if you haven’t shaken your head, rolled your eyes and clicked off this blog post up until now and made this far!  Maybe you and I are a “relation”! 🙂

ADDENDUM ~ I just spoke to a few Native American experts from the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Nation and they said that the Mound is likely from what they call (in archeology terms) the “Woodland Period” and when I asked what that meant, he said that the natives buried there were from the  1,000 BC to 800 AD timeframe.   Wow!  We’re talking pre-European, pre Columbus!  In that time period is (according to archeology studies) is when the Cherokee in this area would bury their dead high up on mountain ridges as the case here.

So obviously Mr. and Mrs. christian people from the 1800’s had no way of knowing the Cherokee buried in the Mound next to them–the mound is from some 2 or 3 thousand years before they were even born!

It was very interesting talking to both of the Cherokee men from Cherokee, NC today; they told me how to enter the mound from the East (the doorway) and offered other ceremonial information, etc.

Just as a side note, if anyone in North Carolina or Tennessee who finds a mound on their property comes across this blog post, apparently many (not all) of the Mounds were documented during the time of the “Thompson Project” and one could call the State Historic Preservation Office to find out more.

And one more thing–color me crazy but I think that the spirits of the crows and deer around here are connected to the natives buried on the ridge. Shaman of that period would shape shift or it is thought ‘turn into’ an animal — as in merge with the animal’s consciousness.  These ideas are not at all foreign to me or my soul, especially because of the work that I do–that concept is not strange to me at all.  Although, I realize that for some readers, this would seem incredulous.  When one realizes (as shaman do/did) that everything is energy and consciousness…  well, that’s a whole other topic for another day.

I found some drawings of what the Cherokee natives living here thousands of years ago would have looked like, including their homes.  Here’s one below.   I’m having all these imaginings and fantasies of how they walked this very same ground as I am today–they would probably scratch their heads and laugh at my lawn mowing!  And at the idea that I could “rent” the land or even the house that is upon it.

Note in the image above that at the back the burial mound is up on the ridge along the tree line in the farthest point in the picture

I’m suddenly (by looking at the image to the left) being whisked away in my memory now to being back up there like I was yesterday…. my gosh, the energy up there is totally amazingly serene and peaceful and sacred.  They must have done many ceremonies up there!

I was just thinking how they probably washed things in the creek across the street.

Today I am waiting for a washing machine that the landlady is having delivered — what a comparison!  One wonders if life was really as happy and simple as it looked in this image.  I wonder what they’d think of a washing machine.

I have clear soul memories of living on the land that way and being connected to… well, a time of living simply and being One With The Earth.  And those memories always make me feel so grateful for the walls and roof and my warm bed and being to a certain extent protected from ‘the elements’ as they call it now.

If you want to know what ‘the message’ that I mention in the subject line of this post actually is — in case you haven’t put it together by now.   I’ve learned that to me what is obvious is not to others.  So let me spell it out.  The Universal Intelligence or ‘Universal Harmony Energy of Divine Guidance and Acknowledgment’ directed me (or reminded me) to follow-up on a desire that I’ve held for many years but not acted upon and had nearly forgotten which was to go looking for that Indian Mound that the landlord said was here up on the ridge.  How?  Via the “Mounds” candy wrapper in the yard that I came across while mowing weeks ago.

It took me a matter of weeks to actually get up there.  The day after I did (today, the date of this post), I come across another Mounds candy wrapper–this being the acknowledgment that the mission was accomplished, a sign of the recognition that I had just come down from  the ridge top where I saw the mount the day previous!

And (obviously) now I cannot get this whole thing out of my mind and feel that this is a lead to something else and I trust that I’ll be guided to that too.

I’ve always thought that we (you and me) are ‘our own ancestors’…. what do you think?

When I came to the mountains, the certain feeling of being back home again was (and still is) overwhelming.

ADDENDUM:  I keep remembering the day that I first looked at this rental home where I now live.  The elderly landlady was struggling with her key in the back door to get us inside to show me the home and directly behind us within less than 10 feet at was a curving 6-foot high retaining wall.  That detail will be more important in a moment.

Generally, at that time of my life, I wanted to move from my previous rental because they were cutting down all the trees and they filled in a deep crater in the ground where the deer lived down in and under.  Surrounding this crater were a number of saplings bent over and covering them were various vines and berry bushes.  Perfect natural home for the deer!

The deer went down below ground there under the convenient hideaway year round.   It was cool in the summer and warm in the winter being protective from the weather conditions.  I could watch them come and go from my living room.  They were my friends and I’d give them apples and corn and often I’d catch them looking into my window as I worked.  I am not making this up!  Many times there’d be three of them just outside my window looking in at me.  Very magical!

When the humans tore down their home and clearcut all the trees, I was heartbroken and wanted to leave too… just the way the deer actually did; they had to… their home was destroyed.  Late in the day when the human tree butchers had gone, I’d see them looking around confused and I’d cry for them and … well, if you want to know the truth, I really wanted to leave the planet back then.  Anything to get away from humans!  But back to my other story…

He looked just like this and stood so close that I could have reached out and touched him. He looked right at me standing tall and proud and unflinching

When the landlady fumbled with the key at the back door, something caught my eye and I turned to look behind me.

And there just at the curving retaining wall,  which at that point was less than 10 feet away (so close I could reach out and touch him), was a huge deer with antlers–large enough to be an elk!

He stood there so majestically holding a pose looking right at me.  It took my breath away.

” A deer”, I murmured.   I was in such awe that I could hardly get the words out of my mouth.

I knew it was a sign and that deer were welcoming me to this new home–she hadn’t agreed to rent to me and I had no idea how much the rent was; nor had I even walked inside to have a look.  Yet, I already knew that this was going to be my new home.  How could I pull off a move?  I had not a nickel saved or even a whisper of a hope of any sudden influx of money to provide for the relocation financially.  You may be wondering why I was looking at a rental when I could not afford to move–that too is a whole other story for a whole other day!  Suffice it to say that I was definitely divinely guided to that moment.  But back to the deer…

I knew that it was no accident that this deer was standing so close to the back door at that moment looking right at me!

The lady seemed to glance my way to ask me to repeat what I’d said.  “Look, a deer–right here, see?”  and she barely glanced in that direction and went back to struggling to get the key in the door.

I’ve always wondered if she actually even saw the deer–she surely didn’t act like she did.

And I can’t ask her now because I don’t see her anymore.  (I deal with her daughter with any rental issues.)

Since I’ve lived here and it’s getting close to 9 years now, I’ve never had a deer that large with antlers that huge stand that close to the back door or to me personally in that way since.  This only further validates the special-ness of that moment.

I’ve tried to make good friends with them (the deer), and they will look to me and let me come somewhat near but never as close as my old friends did where I lived before.  Those other deer would eat apples out of my hand.  These deer move around me almost like ghosts.  Anyway, I digress.

I’ve often wondered if the animal that I saw that night was a spirit animal or perhaps a Cherokee shaman ancestor in animal form.

I think they know that I love this place.  Yesterday, I looked up at the autumn beauty as the trees above on the ridge sent down their leaves in the wind that circled around me and said aloud with tears in my eyes, “I love all of you!  I love you!”  (a state of joy of course).

An essential aspect of Cherokee spirituality, philosophy, cosmology and NATURAL LAW is the belief that everything on Earth is the reflection of a star.

This includes not only people and animals but also trees, rivers, stones, and mountains–all are sentient (alive!) beings to the Cherokee.

They said on the local news station that deer hunting season starts November 14th (in just over a month).  As you begin to think about Thanksgiving this year which may be around  the 14th, will you keep our dear  deer brothers in your heart?  Perhaps take a moment to see them surrounded by light?

May you run fast and swift deer brothers!  May you hide well from the hunters!  I love you!  and my heart breaks again as I type these words and am crying without reserve.  Excuse me, sorry 😥

Many people here are baptist christians and therefore through their own admission and preaching, they clearly articulate that they do not know how to connect with nature in the ways in which I am communicating here.  And, as they will readily and with glee tell you themselves,  they do not equate nature with divinity in any way whatsoever.  And thusly do not treat the earth and the animals  as sacred.

They will not hesitate to inform you of your error in thinking should you suggest otherwise and will lecture you with great assurance, righteous and fervor.    I’ve been ‘preached to’  several times from the religious locals who affirm with great conviction that trees, rocks and the mountains themselves have nothing whatsoever to do with god or divinity.  They quickly add these comments too–they will say…  and by the way,  there is only one god (theirs–the white bearded one on the throne and you know the rest) and that there is only one life and this one is IT (sad) and THEN afterward it’s either heaven or hell (that’s it) and any second now, the rapture. And they’re going to be raptured and you’re not.  Yeah.  Okay, whatever!  Things are slow to change in the Appalachians; and the consciousness of many of the fundamentalist religious locals seems to be like 13th to 14th century consciousness or twisted puritanism.  It is well-known that the preachers in the churches have no formal religious training or have not studied theology or probably not even world civilization in any way.  Formal education is not necessarily highly valued from what I can tell and the community college is filled with young women who are fearful that their husbands or fathers will find out they are in school.  You get the idea.

Some days, when I am feeling my most cynical or discouraged (something I try to avoid),  I’d have to admit to thinking that most folks around here may as well be called Muggles who live in Muggleville!  A little humor helps us get by sometimes!

Anyway, about the deer and hunting season…if you could hold them in protective light in your thoughts…

Thank You

One last thing, the last 2 trees standing across the street that I asked (via cyber request to readers) for protective light around are still standing–so far, so good.  I’d like to thank readers for honoring my cyber request for protection for them.  It did help! (Or so I’d like to believe)  So anyway, Thank You

Remember the deer during hunting season…  well, O well, here’s a kicker!  the chart for deer huting dates for North Carolina all state SUNDAY RESTRICTIONS!  Hmmmmmm….  I wonder if the hunters have made any connections with that one!  No killing of animals on Sunday but the rest of he week, have at it?  I can’t look at those websites because my stomach ties up in knots, but as far as I can tell, it looks like mid January is when hunters have to stop killing deer–by law.

Maybe if we say it this way,

May all deer and all other sentient beings (including but in not way limited to humans) be protected from killers and hunters.  May all intentional killing and hunting for sport or religion or terror purposes be ended and may we all live peacefully together Now and Forever.

Soha (so it is) and Amen.