I love Fridays

5 years ago

Friday morning is: a second coffee ~ sleeping in too long ~ a cooked quinoa breakfast ~ splitting wood for the fireplaces ~ catching up on reading while I eat said quinoa breakfast and drink second coffee ~ cleaning up last night's dishes ~ feeling inspired ~ looking forward to a lunch date ~ possibly some second-hand shop browsing this afternoon. I love Fridays!

I came across this article last night, have a read and see what you think. It resonates with me. I feel very much that our Earth is hurting. When Charles and I rode along the ridge track for my birthday, there were two distinct places where I felt very strongly that negative energy emanated from. And it was purely human actions in the past that have left this energy here. I felt sad, and almost like I didn't want to be up on the hill, but at the same time, the hills themselves are so beautiful, they are not responsible for the negative energy. They are suffering. I think I will go to both places and light a candle and pray for healing.
 
Can I tell you about the places? One was behind a rock ledge up on the highest point. It looked like a cool rock formation so I went down to check it out. There is a photo of me behind the rock in my birthday bike rides post, it was a bit like being behind a bar. I was joking around with Charles, saying 'what can I get you to drink?' and just being silly. But right next to where I was standing, on the ground, was a rusted old thing that I knew was not good. I picked it up!! Not a smart girl sometimes. It was a little case of bullets for a shotgun, rusted around the casing, but not spent. Still highly explosive, and unstable due to the rust. Charles suggested very quickly that I put it down and move away. I did, but the problem is, it is still there. What it represents is pure negative energy. Someone, a person, sat behind that rock ledge that I played at, with a shotgun, and probably fired bullets. Goodness knows why they left those bullets there. I wish I could do something, make those bullets incapable of causing harm, but I can't. For goodness' sake, what if a child was up there playing and came across those? 
 
The other place was at one of the false peaks along the ridge (there were about five false peaks!). There was a circle marked in a flat, cleared section. It was marked roughly with rocks - some quartz, some a different type of red rock. It was not obvious, although it was to me. Being the curious type, I stepped into the circle. The energy was instantly different, I stood there briefly and then literally jumped out. I have no idea what sort of practices have gone on in that circle before. It made me wonder about the religious background of people who have been there previously, not in a judgemental way, but more wondering what their beliefs were and what sort of ceremonies they may have performed. I should also explain that about 150 years ago, this whole area was dug up in the gold rush. Whereas there are around 200-300 people living in my town now, back then there were about 8000 people here. So every inch of these hills has been scoured by humans looking for gold. I dare say it was a rough way to survive too. 
 
Poor hills. I hope to get up the ridge soon again and light some candles. 
 
Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you've enjoyed this little peek into my world and my head. Have a great Friday. 
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