View from top of Mount Constitution on far sunnier day than when I went.
“Even peaks that are not especially high but are prominent and isolated often have an angel in charge. For instance I observed one at Mt. Constitution in the San Juan Islands in Washington. This appears to be the highest point of land on an island which is fairly central in the group, and from its top there is a magnificent view over hundreds of islands on all sides…The angel in charge is one of special power, remarkable in proportion to the peak. He is the guardian of all the islands and makes this point his main center; he has saturated it with his special atmosphere. He has both power and dignity and is of a steady, slow temperament, but especially marked by kindliness and wisdom. He takes a remarkable interest in human beings and has, indeed, a real fondness for them. He seems to have a certain scheme which he is working out. He wants to maintain a special atmosphere throughout the islands and this influences his fairies. It also makes them friendly and helpful to humanity, for this is his wish. He has also established a feeling that there shall be no barriers. He has had a wonderful piece of good fortune because a state part (Moran State Park) has been established in such a form as to take in his particular peak and a large area around it. This is an animal sanctuary in which there are many deer and other fine wild things and magnificent trees…I also think he has managed to impress many of his ideas on the human beings in and about the peak, for his genuine friendliness towards people enables him to understand and guide them…High up on the mountain are several lakes and these are the home of particularly fine specimens of the freshwater fairies…What is remarkable about this place is that it is not only a sanctuary for animals but also a resort for fairies and even angels from the islands and the mainland. The peculiarly lovely combination of sea and mountain and lakes and forest preserve, protects and creates a splendid place, and the powerful personality of the angel draws these beings. They come for counsel and change…He always makes a special effort to help human beings who come to the mountain, and I think many people feel his benign presence even if they do not know of his existence. The magnificent expanse of sea and sky, the distant mainland and snow peaks far off key up the sensitive visitor so that he has a better than usual chance to respond to the presence of this most ancient, wise and stimulating inhabitant.”
– Dora Van Gelder
“The Real World of Fairies, A First Person Account”
Orcas Island is the largest of the San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington State and straddles the US/Canada border. It is full of VERY wealthy Washingtonians, not surprising since both Microsoft and Boeing are both based in Seattle. Practically everyone here drives a Land Rover. Get out of the villages and head into the woods and it’s all moss-covered giant Douglas fir trees, quiet private coves, and secret meadows. And then there’s the intense and sudden fog which comes off the sea and shrouds everything in minutes. One minute you can see the next island and the next you can’t see anything past 5 feet.
Taking the ferry ride over from Anacortes, I saw a few Orca whales. I thought it was strange that practically every time I went near the ocean water, I was seeing a whale while other people pay upwards of $85 an hour on whale watching boat tours with no guarantee of seeing anything. I guess the gift of Whale medicine was real.
Moran State Park entrance.
I went to Moran State Park and drove up to the top, to the observation tower. I couldn’t see anything because of the intense fog that was there. From where I stood, it was like looking out over a cloud field, like what you see when you look out the window of an airplane. The fog can linger for hours.
The lookout tower at the very top.
When I got to the tower at the summit, as expected the place was chock-full of with tourists and hikers, not a place to do any sort of work. Since Van Gelder mentioned the lakes near the top, in her book, I figured I might as well go there and may be it would be much more quiet and private. She said it was near the top. In actuality, it is a steep hike which lasts about 2 km. It looks like nothing on paper, but it’s quite a difficult hike, especially returning uphill. It took me 45 minutes to go down and 2 hours to get back up.
The forest is indeed beautiful; giant Douglas firs, huge old-growth forest trees, lovely moss everywhere. As you can see from the map, there are three lakes near the top, Mountain Lake, and 2 smaller lakes which are only separated by a tiny sliver of land which are called the Twin Lakes, so I went there since I liked the name and they were closer.
There were a few hikers on the trail but everyone was far apart that you could forget about them. I wasn’t sure where to go so I decided to hike along the edge of the two lakes and see if something interesting came up. So I went along the edge of one lake and eventually found a beautiful mossy slope going up. I looked up and saw that there was a path there and even further up, someone had made a rock cairn, not at all obvious from the main trail.
Not the rock cairns I saw…
I scrambled up the trail and soon found myself in a mossy, flat glen, with a clearing in the middle, completely encircled by the trees. There was even a rocky knoll jutting out at the head of the glen, everything, the rocks, the trees and the forest floor were all covered with the thickest, softest moss imaginable. It almost looked like a raised daïs with a throne and I figured with the perfect circle of trees and the clearing, and the privacy and intense quiet and the throne-like rock structure, this was as good as it was going to get. “Bingo” I thought to myself. I took off my shoes. Again intense quiet here, not like Crater Lake which felt muffled, probably because of the altitude, but this forest was like something right out of Narnia, it felt so alive and quietly vibrant.
Digory Kirke and Polly Plummer in the Wood Between the Worlds, in C.S Lewis’ “The Magician’s Nephew, illustrated by Pauline Baynes
There’s a part in C.S Lewis’s Narnia book, “The Magicians Nephew” where Digory Kirke and Polly Plummer were in a place called the “Wood between the Worlds”, a quiet, lush forest where you could actually feel things were growing.
The trees grew close together and were so leafy that he could get no glimpse of the sky. All the light was green light that came through the leaves: but there must have been a very strong sun overhead, for this green light was bright and warm. It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine. There were no birds, no insects, no animals and no wind. You could almost feel the trees growing…You could almost feel the trees drinking up the water with their roots. This wood was very much alive. When he tried to describe it afterwards, Digory always said. It was a rich place: as *rich* as plum-cake.”
The feeling was very similar to that. I lay down the tobacco and stayed for about an hour. I then headed back to the main trail to complete the rest of trail around the Twin Lakes and then back up to the tower.
Trail back to the top…
About halfway up the mountain. I heard some branches breaking. I looked behind me and saw that it was a lovely doe on the trail, maybe 20 feet away. She wasn’t afraid or anything. We looked at each other for a few seconds and then she pranced off. The next day as I left the island on the ferry, I had my third encounter with a whale, another Orca.
A lot of things came to me after I processed the trip and the various places I visited. My usual readers already know that David Icke’s name comes up regularly here. Really, he’s in essence taking a very old idea and putting it into more modern terms. You don’t have to believe everything you read or what others say. There are plenty of resources to look up and then make up your own minds.
However, if in some way our reality/matrix has been hijacked by something evil; inter-dimensionals, bad spirits, demons, jinns, reptilians, whatever you want to call it, and if they have had a direct hand in creating these artificial hierarchical systems of control, manufactured scarcity, unnecessary depletion and pollution of this planet’s resources and the uglification of every square foot of earth they can get, then it is not hard to see that it is a true death cult. It hardly leaves any room for real beauty, peace and grace. At this rate, there will be no need to go to Mars. It will be re-created right here.
A typical ‘industrial park” building. The kind of place many people work in . A dead zone if you ask me…
People and places aren’t always what they seem and sometimes you wonder if there’s any integrity left among some human beings. They might have been successful in manipulating many under their influence, but they forgot one crucial point; they completely overlooked the natural world. The animals, plants, trees, the stars, the Sun, the water, the wind, and the land operate on a completely different frequency which they can’t control, understand or tune into. On the other hand, we can if we really wanted to. That’s our advantage. It also explains why they are hell-bent on destroying any vestige of these other forms of intelligence and consciousness using some people to do their dirty work (they are even trying to make apps for apes now!). Once you decide to enter into a relationship with the natural world, it transforms your outlook and interactions completely. You begin seeing things you didn’t before, it starts heightening your senses, you start understanding more. You don’t have to believe me; scientists are pretty much saying the same thing.
One thing about Native/shamanic teachings and Gnostic teachings, they acknowledge that conscious life can exist in many, many different forms and give them due respect as equals. It’s what they’ve been trying to teach most humans to understand while other formal “religions” (or any other constructed “ism”) have been trying to do their best to destroy these teachings and eradicate this information from getting into the hands of most people.
Seneca Hawk Elder, Grandmother Edna Gordon ended her earth walk last year at the advanced age of 93 but before she did, she published a book, “Voice of the Hawk Elder” which is mainly comprised of her sayings, thoughts, opinions and the kind of old-fashioned homespun wisdom you just don’t see anymore. She said we’re living in a Popcorn-Potato Chip kind of world.
“It’s a Popcorn-Potato Chip world we’re living in today. We got fast food for the stomach and fast food for the soul. Maybe don’t nourish you, but it’s quick and it’s easy. Bet you never ate the REAL potato salad like we made in those days. Oh, my, it was the world’s best meal by itself! Nobody can seem to make that REAL potato salad today. Today’s kids think potatoes come instant or in chips in plastic bags or all greasy french fried like McDonald’s or Burger King. They think corn comes popped with imitation butter on it, already salted! That’s why I say it’s become a popcorn-potatochip world.
It ain’t real. It’s all imitation.”
It’s a reasonable facsimile of the haze most people operate under everyday and take for reality. I’d go even further and say many people have forgotten what real life and real consciousness is supposed to look like.
If you’ve got an hour to spare, give her a listen. There are some genuine golden nuggets of wisdom here for those who really want to hear. And you don’t have to travel all the way to the Pacific Northwest to get it either :-)
(P.S Gregg Prescott, copying isn’t cool and I really don’t appreciate the fact that you did in this article and then tried fobbing it off as information you yourself know. You cited Christopher Penczak at the bottom. Penczak is firmly in the Pagan Wicca world – nothing there about Native American spiritual stuff while you suddenly mention it which you’ve never touched before on your website. Do you actually do any spiritual work at all or do you just fleece information from those of us who actually go out there and are trying to figure this stuff out on our own? Shame on you.)