I continue to believe that our strength lies in the nature of our own personal reality.

To me, there’s no more powerful anchoring of consciousness than when we embody the awareness of our own. Everything else becomes easier to understand and navigate through the lens of our individual beliefs, thoughts, and chosen actions brought to light.

Exercises both in physical AND mind expansion challenges uplevel our vitality.

This spaciousness of self awareness via the cellular intelligence that throbs for our attention in every inch of our body, paves the way for a heightened state of being that is more multi-dimensionally connected than we know.

It never ceases to amaze me how much more seamless ideas and experiences become, the more I drop into an acceptance of daily extraordinary as my nature of being.

The more I have no need to explain or understand things, the more I just know – or, better yet, the more I mirror Nature’s flow as the nature of my own.

When I’m in a heightened state of me – forming my awareness and stretching into my consciousness – the more I recognize where strength lies.

It is within the reality I am cocreating.

All others are simply not mine, although I can see how those realities that are fed can permeate the ones lesser nourished. Everything becomes a segue for drawing in what we may not have consciousness around for ourselves, as of yet.

Now, it is the reality I write that is extending golden thread bridges, rather than the others sneaking tendrils into the lesser known parts I once carried within self.

We have an extraordinary opportunity as humans in this particular focus of what we call “time,” to harness great abilities of creative manifestation. There is more intelligence in one cell of our bodies than we consciously entertain as a whole human form as of yet.

It is my hope that we all continue to breathe into that intelligence with spontaneous hearts and minds that are eager to activate creative potential.

It doesn’t come overnight, however it CAN be easier and quicker than we think. Like any change, dream, or goal we may want to achieve, it takes a desire and commitment to walk in consciousness of being.

Last week, we immersed ourselves in a very personally enriching and nourishing, unplugged time away. We, again, were called back to Yosemite – a trip we had planned for a few months.

This time our base would be a cabin in the main part of Yosemite Valley. We’ve only been entering and exploring the east entrance and side up until now. This time we entered through the main, west entrance to explore an area I never have. Dave has been to this area twice before in his earlier years, but for me it would be a daily Christmas morning adventure.

With three inches of enchanting snow hitting our mountain home and much more on the passes, the day before our travels, we had no other choice but to go through the west side entrance anyway, as the pass was closed. It is longer by a half an hour to our destination than if the east entrance had been open.

We were so glad we went, despite some snow and potentially more upcoming, as we were just totally enraptured by even more enchantment we discovered was waiting our golden-hour arrival.

Between Winter’s surprise mixed with Autumn’s stronghold, it was the most beautiful canvas that felt painted just for us.

Everything was like stepping onto the finest of oil paintings from the masters with every single leaf and tiny bit of frost, perfectly placed in the right shadow and light.

Not only did we get to see the vibrant colors of season’s end still lingering in the towering and voluptuous trees, but we timed it just right to also experience leaf-laden landscapes of Bigleaf Maples and Oaks, lining the trails like a carpet of gold rolled out for special guests.

Every moment of our time away truly earned the word, divine, but it was all also extremely nurturing on every level.

Everything was so extraordinarily beautiful and magickal that I couldn’t not share as many of the enchanted windows into the soul of this space and time.

In fact, the photos I snap are my heart’s way of imparting the feelings and energy as an expression of storytelling even before the words come to share, because this is how I experience things – as a whole tapestry snapshot of knowing. It’s only later that I softly pull at the threads to transcribe pages of the book.

As always, for anyone who prefers not to read, the photos I feel provide a story and essence that can be absorbed, nonetheless.

So I hope you’ll enjoy the photo journal of imagination-come-to-life vistas and find yourself swept into a wondrous world of possibility and creative adventure.

We spent our full days immersed in long hikes winding up and through awe-inspiring terrain seeing a lot of the main points of interest that a good majority of people who enter Yosemite would be drawn to.

Unlike our previous immersions, Dave wanted to share these highlights he’d only done himself before he knew me. Whereas, we usually explore the lesser known areas.

However, our timing of this trip was perfect, as it was the less touristy window so the huge Summer crowds were not around – making the experience of viewing the more known areas much more pleasant.

It all also was very pre-holiday warm and inviting.

A perfect way for us to have our own little festive getaway before the main holiday season officially commences.

It was perfect, as it also allowed us time to enjoy the cozy village, our cabin in the woods, long mornings and evenings of good food, warmth, relaxing, fireplaces, reading (which I hardly ever do), and a LOT of sleep.

All of these things were the perfect balance to an extraordinary amount of exercise – especially so on our first day when we found ourselves doing ten miles of super strenuous climbing and descending of 4700 cumulative feet of elevation.

Much of this was going up and down huge rock steps and getting over some icy areas.

It was all worth it for the sights and views, yet even with our amount of daily exercise we were still sore – in a good way. It also made for some really good, deep sleep.

We saw three of the main waterfalls – Vernal, Nevada, and Bridalveil – during this trip.

We also had great, and sometimes unusual, views of El Capitan, Half Dome, and Cathedral Rocks along our treks. We caught sight of some of the courageous climbers taking on El Capitan, as well as the giant heart etched into his center.

The weather shifts offered us a perfect blend of mystical and fantastical to the sky and landscapes.

The dance and bending of light, along with dustings of snow, frost strewn meadows and leaves, crunchy to padded paths, vibrant green moss and giant mushroom collectives, huge golden maple leaf surprises, spirit-etched bark and wood, faery portals, dense and lush forests, rolling rivers and creeks, cascading waterfalls, varied rocks and towering majesties all around, enveloped us in magical realism at its best.

We explored three beautiful hikes that offered the best of everything we could have hoped for.

Our two other hiking days involved seven and seven and a half mile long eye-candy and soul nourishing explorations with 3100 and 2100 cumulative elevation feet of climbing.

So, yes, we did indeed get tons of physical exercise for the body in that was balanced by tons of relaxing and rest – a perfect harmony experience to heighten wellness of being.

To say that our senses were in overstimulation of wonder and delight is an understatement.

We could walk to nearly everything from our cabin.

We even explored a couple of the other main lodge areas, including the famous Ahwahnee Hotel just to see what everything was like.

We also took a look at their menus, as we always like to see what kind of vegan options are offered.

Yosemite Valley Lodge had a Starbucks with this beautiful mural in it, which I smiled at seeing because our first night I dreamed of two yearling bears in our bed that synchronously had a moon and bear bedspread on it. I also happened to choose a bear pendant with tiny blooming dried flowers in it to wear for this entire trip.

Bear spirit continues to be a guiding force in my life for sure!

And that leads to the animals…We were greeted by two giant ravens that mirrored the raven clad flannel shirt I brought with me, when we arrived. They even hopped ahead of us and jumped atop our cabin roof when we made our way to it.

From then on, ravens would be a constant companion to days and walks.

Their giant and knowing presence was a welcome friend.

That first night we were also welcomed back by packs of coyotes howling, the minute our heads hit the pillows. It made me remember the first nights on our previous two camping and backpacking trips in Yosemite. Nights were a serenade of coyote lullabies that rocked me to sleep and made me feel at home in the wild Great Mystery of it all.

On our second’s day hike my hawk eye caught sight of a tiny mouse hidden in the leaves to the side of the trail. Dave couldn’t believe I saw it, given the amount of leaves, moss, rocks, and extraordinary amount of visual stimulation there was all around us to take in.

She was the most perfect and sweet little one that appeared to have naturally transitioned while traversing the forest floor. She still clung to the leaves beneath her and Mother Earth cradled her in a leaf curled around the top of her body. I peeled back the tender blanket of love to take in her full sweetness.

It felt like she had just transitioned either that day or the night before.

I always know that I’m led to find these dear ones in order to give them sacred burial and receive their gifts.

Life is indeed fragile and precious and change can be peaceful and full of promise. Abundant positive changes are upcoming if we don’t lose sight of the process being part of the whole. Pay attention to the little details in your immediate now, as you shape the future and rewrite the past from this fertile space.

Dave helped dig a hole so I could bury her.

Our third day, which so happened to be on the potent Taurus Full Moon – then really kicked things up a notch, as we journeyed across a long hobbit path that looped around a now dry bed where the seasonal Mirror Lake usually sits.

This was the most mysterious of days, as the weather shifted, creating the feeling of wandering through Middle Earth the whole way.

I actually found a small roundish and sparkly gray quartz on this hike, which felt perfect as the Middle Way.

Every trail had varied terrain to enjoy and we spent most of our time in silence, taking it all in. We were alone for most of the hike until we crossed a bridge over what was still flowing of the water, which would normally have filled Mirror Lake.

As we rounded the loop on this day, an elder couple greeted us with smiles from the opposite direction. I instantly felt something about them. They stopped to ask us what wildlife we’d seen so far. We mentioned only seeing a variety of birds and spunky squirrels.

They then said, “Well, just a little way back, we saw a bobcat. This bobcat was curled up sleeping near the trail, on a rock, and didn’t pay any mind to us being right there. It was quite extraordinary.”

Their story felt deliberate and was interesting to us, as not long before seeing them we’d seen two young women, following a couple of single men hikers. None of them seemed in anyway to have noticed anything and in fact were absorbed in other things.

We departed from our brief stop to hear what this couple was so eager to share with us and continued on with our senses heightened.

I just knew we were going to see this bobcat and in fact we did.

As we got to a wider section of the trail, I noted a group of four people ahead who had stopped on the trail to watch what I now saw was moving to our right.

Again, the group being there felt deliberately placed, as if to ensure we saw this amazing creature.

I immediately locked eyes on this extraordinary, giant, wild cat and spoke to Dave to ensure he was seeing him too.

He moved with intention and pause, but not because of our presence or being on the hunt. There was just a deep thoughtfulness to every move that seemed to stretch and distort time.

Dave walked closer and met up with the people who proceeded to talk to him briefly about the cat.

I didn’t pay much attention, as my eyes and focus were completely glued on this mysterious figure before me.

I kept snapping photos, as he moved slowly across the golden Autumn landscape before us and came to sit or stand in stillness several times.

After a minute or two, the people continued on, leaving Dave and I alone with this wild cat.

No one else came the rest of the time we were engaged with him – just the two groups of people framing his position very intentionally for us.

We watched in near disbelief at the size of this cat – he was huge!

Photos do not give context to just how big, but we thought he was at least 50 pounds if not more. We’d never seen a bobcat this size and in fact, we questioned if it was a bobcat or lynx for quite some time. We confirmed later by the markings on his tail that it must be a bobcat.

And to add to size, he moved unusually slow, deliberate, and had no concern that we were just twenty feet away, at most. Every time his face would turn to meet with my own, I gasped and felt that this was not an ordinary wild animal. There was another essence behind his face that was so humanlike and expressive – not to mention, otherworldly.

His face reminded me of a druid, high priest, or even an introspective Santa Claus, with the large, full gray beard of distinction and depth of expression.

He was definitely an elder, ancient soul with vision into the beyond.

There was an understated, silent eloquence in his presence that spoke volumes.

But it was almost as if he was wearing a mask that covered his human form. And that body was so massive, with thick, plush fur, and there was a very pensive state to his walk with very drawn-out pauses. He embodied a humbled and gentle strength and wisdom.

We were there for ten or fifteen minutes watching (it’s hard to tell as it felt so timeless) in this bubble created just for us, while he slowly moved from log to log. The first one he approached, he placed his front paws upon and stood there with his body erect and standing on his back legs alone for several minutes. In this way, he was on two legs like a human peering over and beyond.

Only his ears moved slightly to take in sounds, but there was no concern to us being there. We began to feel like he was an elder bobcat that may be close to transitioning. I also felt like he had slipped through the veils and perhaps was engaged in a different reality or parallel world we could not see. There was a shape shifting and shamanic quality to him. It was all very very strange in a wonderful way to be witnessing.

He then hopped up on the log and sat with his back to us.

It is here he stayed for the rest of the time we watched him and didn’t move an inch. Except for his ear that now and then turned to tune in, he was unaffected by our stare to his back.

I decided to move to the right to see if I could look at his face again.

When I got to my stopping point I noted he slowly turned his head and looked at me.

His eyes seemed off in another world or experience. As I mentioned, he didn’t feel totally in his body – perhaps getting ready to leave it – perhaps more accustomed to the realm he came through from.

I think both.

His look was eerily familiar and warm, although distant. In many ways, I oddly felt like I was seeing a “mirror” of myself in that face, which was strangely comforting. After all, this was a trail around Mirror Lake.

There was a lot that took place in this space the three of us shared on a trail that held several portals I felt. But it was only with me that this being did look straight in, and through, the eyes. I wondered about a fragment of my multi-dimensional self meeting up with me. Or, something else altogether, but it felt like a necessary communion and merging ground where seamless experiences of the extraordinary are becoming ordinary. I knew the importance of imparting what came through.

This being also spoke to me of Father Time, transcending life and death. His presence did indeed impart the continuity of consciousness and that it is a force beyond boundaries. He had slipped through the veils – this “time traveler” to remind us of the balance, harmony, and cycles of life that exist beyond the scope of our focus. Greater experiences are not far out of reach anymore, yet we must be willing to dance in that potential and not allow the fragments of others’ projections to taint our own abilities to see beyond the illusions. Parallel probabilities are something we choose to empower and there is no limit to the potentials we can create. Remember your multi-dimensionality exists whether you embrace it or not. Now is an invitation to live that more consciously.

We decided to leave him alone, as he continued to just sit with his back to us and drift his powerful gaze off into the nothingness.

A wet snow began to fall and continued on and off throughout the ending of our hike.

This was our last full day and it had an unusually fantastic and intriguing ending.

That afternoon back at the cabin, Dave took a short nap while I read my book. I was immersed in expansive thoughts my reading was taking me on when I heard scrambling on top of the roof. I felt it must be a squirrel. I then heard it come down the wall and scurry across the bottom of each window – about four or five – until it got to the one behind where I laid. I never saw the squirrel, but it had to be one.

Then the scurrying sped up and stopped. I then heard a tapping and felt a vibration to the right of me – the opposite direction of where said squirrel had gone off to.

A minute or so after, Dave woke up and as he did I looked across his shoulder and out the window to see a squirrel peering directly at me from the limb of the tree there. My gaze was immediately locked in there, as if our two souls magnetized a bullseye. Again, very deliberately engaging me and all of these incidences really wanting my attention.

I felt very sensory alert and ultra connected to everything.

Not long after, we headed off to the dining hall for our meal – half we brought with us and a vegan pizza we picked up at the window outside.

Right before we were ready to leave, an elder woman came round by our table and was frantic. She was talking with the employees and telling them about her lost cell phone. She, her older daughter, and several employees had all been looking for the phone in the corner of the room where she had been sitting. Dave got up and asked if he could help by calling her phone to see if we could hear where it was ringing from. Her daughter went on to say that that wouldn’t work because her mother is partially deaf and has special hearing aids that are connected to her phone and when it rings, it rings in her ears alone.

This went on – the frantic worry the woman had and employees, as well as Dave searching for the phone. One of the employees was now engaged in alerting the main desk. I remained silent and observed.

We were about to leave when I said to Dave, “I think I’ll go look for the phone just in case. I wasn’t going to, but I feel I should.”

I got up and walked over to the area she said it could only be. I bent down to look under the third chair of one of the tables there and immediately reached out and brought up her cell phone. This all took place in about five seconds.

I said out loud, “I found it.”

Dave asked, “Where was it?”

I told him and said, “It’s almost as if it materialized just for me to find or only I was meant to see it. As how could everyone else have overlooked it? It wasn’t hidden.” He agreed.

I brought it over to the daughter, as the woman had stepped away with one of the employees. She thanked me profusely and said her mother would be so grateful. Right then her mother walked up and her daughter handed her the phone, telling her I found it. The woman was beyond relieved and happy, so much so she asked if she could hug me. Of course I said yes.

Her hug was long and tight and she was beside herself with gratitude. She said, “Everything that’s important to me is in there – all my friends and family’s numbers, my doctor information, and critical things. You saved my vacation, as I was completely distraught.”

We all understood and agreed that it was a stressful thing to go through. Then we joked how it’s amazing the attachment we have with our phones these days and she agreed too.

We gathered our things and we made our way out. She called out “thank you so much!” again.

I had Dave snap a photo of me with the two large bears that greet you at the door.

It felt like the perfect way to end our evening and pre-holiday adventure, held in the arms of my beloved bears that keep guiding me through the spaces of expansion and snuggle with me in dream time.

Having bears appear – my dream, the bedspread, the ones in the Starbucks, and these, all felt comforting to the seamless magickal realism unfolding.

When we stepped outside, a giant raven stepped right up to me.

I can’t explain it fully, what this time away was for me, but I came away feeling extra expansive, highly attuned to things, and experiencing a natural, conscious alignment and merging of wholeness.

Life in these wild spaces becomes extra seamless to me, as if they are a training ground for the rest of my experiences where ever I am.

Yes, that’s it. These nature immersions have become my spaces of instruction, experimentation, and vision quests to receive that which is integral for the coming days.

The best kind of “schooling” for me, as I like things to be natural and a walking adventure or treasure map journey. Things are so easy for me in this way to be engaged and experience the grace of my essence to flourish.

It’s this kind of simplicity I love sharing and bridging with others to bring the complex into a state of knowing and being. Nature helps quiet the ego mind that wants to find comprehension, so the heart and soul can reflect the knowing.

There’s no need to explain here.

We packed up the next morning and began our journey back home.

Yosemite had yet more magick for us, as I noted the enchanted meadows of frost from the night before’s moisture that also added more snow to the mountain tops.

I stopped briefly to snap a few photos of the stillness hanging in the air and coating the ground that spoke volumes.

My stopping, ended up aligning us with seeing a buck shortly after.

I was driving, so I stopped the car, again, to watch his beautiful self walk by.

The buck turned into a buck and doe.

Then two bucks and a doe.

We watched the three of them move about.

The first buck making his way to the creek below where the doe headed first.

Then the two of them engaging each other.

Then the third buck emerging and joining them down below as well.

It was a beautiful sight on this brisk morning filled with Winter’s sparkling approach and the somberness of a closing season.

After watching and snapping some photos to etch all the frequencies into an image I can recall, while I reflected on my stag dream not long before our trip, I moved the car slowly passed the threesome and continued on through the winding majesty of Yosemite to the exit.

Along the fresh snow drive through the park and just outside of it, we ended up seeing a total of eleven deer – three bucks, seven does, and one fawn.

We also saw a beautiful, bushy tailed coyote run across the road in front of us, to head off into the forest.

But the twelfth and last deer made a powerful impact.

It was a perfect, beautiful stag lying dead on the side of the road. My dream of the perfect, dead stag who’s incredible headdress of ascending and woven antlers were gifted to me, came back to mind again.

So many transitions between worlds and experiences, and yet peace is always surrounding all of it and bringing us into a heightened state of awareness and conscious, creative evolution.

May we all find greater peace and creative impetus during the continued transitions we are experiencing as a collective and individually.

And may this photo journal of my time in Yosemite be a guide of inspiration and spaciousness for pause and reflection along the journey.

Perhaps revealing and underscoring the natural state of creative power you hold in your hands to embolden greater realities.

The pink and violet sunset that greeted us back home reflected the softness of my heart petals floating like a sea anemone within the vast Cosmic ocean.

Here’s to already blooming potentials!

As a surprise, you will find new crystal friends have just been released at the page below and they are truly special reflections of the energies to support much of this. They include one of my favorites – singing skulls – plus twin/divine partner energies in a couple of the listings. I think you will love them!

The release also includes the next level of raw quartz Tahoe/ Sierra Nevada finds I discovered with my own heart guidance and hands. Next level means larger and/or increasingly unique, etched (many with starbrary), elestial, formed, included, and rainbow filled. I will have 5 bundles of 22 crystals to kick things off. 2 that you can choose from or 3 intuitively chosen bundles. These are truly beautiful!

These raw and natural quartz hold a lot of wonderful now energy that wants to go out into the world, which is why I was led to so many to be able to share! They have a lot of wisdom and keys to the new realities we’re creating, held in those etchings. I hope you will explore each one with great presence and awe.

Details also at the link along with the last 4 of the first bundles. With Christmas around the corner, these could make great gifts too.

And here’s an update on the beautiful Leandro skull – this special one was claimed before I headed out, but for unexpected reasons the person had to let her go. I can only believe that that means she is more strongly connecting to someone else. She’s quite fine tuned like her rutile inclusions amplify. Due to that taking place during the 11% special, I’m extending the discount. Like with others in the past, this is one of those beings that I see is working with shifting a lot of energy within her cocreator before going home. If you feel that soul is you, you may contact me to explore bringing her home. 

Our crystal friends are Nature and Cosmos’ gifts to assist us in these potentials. My life has received quite an uptick with the grids of crystals that have formed to open the pathways I am journeying. Perhaps you’re experiencing this seamless evolution yourself with your growing crystal family.

Crystals and Crystal Skulls