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a dream seemed to lift me to the astral plane, into a reacquainting with the maternal spirit & ancient reservoirs of primal magic ever-present at Mount Shasta.
in the dream, I stood on an adjacent hill, prostrate to the mountain herself. I could see every detail of Shasta and Shastina, speaking to a divine love duality in visible completion. every portal was me. the entries at the center of my chest. and the final absolution is only love, and I could "see" my other half both within me and within the heart of the mountain. there is no fear. only light. and there is pain, and death. but still, light carries.
something called me to visit Shasta without leaving my bed. part of me was there, in the physical. the soul broke free of the body, to humble and heal me without demanding sacrifice.
suddenly closer to the source in this unconscious mental projection, I became unsure of myself when I awoke. I am not truly thousands of miles from home. my home is presently wandering the mountain, and awaiting my return.
more importantly, if this is true, what have I come so far from home to learn? and what have I come to give? even as I am denied comfort in my current physical realm, Mother Shasta has reminded to be the reminder, the reservoir, the spirit of love. thank you.
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photo: Heart Lake and Mount Shasta, California, july 2019