The Language of Nature

“The Danish writer, J. Anker Larsen, in his novel “The Philosopher’s Stone”, speaks of the contacts that humans can have with nature.  He speaks of the “open world” and the “closed world”, explaining how nature opens up to sensitive, innocent people, particularly to children, whereas it stays closed to the majority, who have not learned to receive the vibratory energies of the subtle world: trees, lakes, rivers and mountains are nothing more than lifeless landscapes, and they have no communication with them.  Those, however, who live in the open world feel not only that they are part of nature but that all of nature is part of them. So when they touch a rock, a tree, an animal or any other creature, they are aware that they live in this rock, tree, animal or creature, that they are part of the soul and being of everything. In order to speak to animals, plants and stones and be understood by them, we must know where to find the entity governing the realm they belong to. The entity which rules over the animal kingdom is found on the astral plane of the universe; the one ruling the plant kingdom in found on the mental plane; the one in charge of the mineral kingdom is on the causal plane, which is so far away that stones to us appear lifeless. However stones are alive; they are alive and conscious….All the time, wherever we are, we can be in contact with all living beings. The language does not matter, because thoughts (and even more so words) produce waves of energy which influence all creation. Those who have worked for a long time at controlling their inner lives will be able to possess the power of the Word. Their purified and illumined lives release a power which permits them to take the etheric double of a tree, a flower, a rock or a spring and use it to serve the world. Yes, for example, they can speak to a rock and ask it to go to the aid of someone fragile, to make that person more stable and stronger, like the rock. They can also go to a spring and ask it to purify and bring new life to their friends… Nature spirits are waiting for you to ask for their help and protection. If you are unaware of them, what can they do? I am sure some of you are thinking as you listen to me, ” What on Earth is he telling us? We are living in a scientific and technological century and he wants us to believe  that we can be in touch with elemental spirits and that they will help us!”  Well, well, well, let me tell you that I believe it. The examples are numerous and the methods are for you to choose.”

– Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
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My favorite kind of vacation is the kind where I can throw my tent, sleeping bag and foam pad into a giant backpack, fly to a particular destination, pick up a car rental at the airport, throw everything into the car trunk and then hit the road ASAP. I figure when you’re you’re young and able-bodied, that’s the time to do the trips which can be physically demanding, like hiking the Grand Canyon, investigating remote valleys in Cappadocia, or hacking my way through overgrown bush to get to a remote historical site. Art galleries in Florence or palaces in St. Petersburg are not going anywhere, I figure I can see those when I’m old.
Aivanhov’s quote above is in line with the teachings I received when I spent time with First Nations wisdom keepers and Elders. That there is life behind all of creation even if we don’t always see it or understand it. In fact, when you do a sweat lodge and the heated rocks are brought in, they are referred to as Grandfathers and Grandmothers and a certain respect is also given to them.
So it was after receiving the sign from my stay at the Aivanhov retreat that I found myself on a flight to Seattle in order to investigate a few places in the Pacific Northwest. Camping along the way in state parks, driving back roads over remote mountains, ducking into motels when it became too cold, eating at diners or splurging on seafood feasts thanks to Oregon’s 350 mile wild seacoast, for years the area had been beckoning me and I finally made it there.
A few things sparked my interest about that part of the United States. After having visited New Age circuses like Sedona, Mount Shasta and California in general, I’m always on the lookout for those forgotten and overlooked magical spaces which have escaped the blight of commercialism and mainstream attention. I figured since I was going to be in Oregon, it would also give me a chance to visit Crater Lake and Orcas Island which I will write about in the next few days and weeks.
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Still a big deal in the Pacific Northwest

Aside from Sasquatch/Bigfoot sightings which people still report, it was reading about the “Wheeler Moment” which happens regularly in the Nehalem Bay, an almost regular occurrence of synchronicity the people in the area seem to experience almost daily and how locals always tell people who visit here “to make a wish” particularly in sight of Neahkahnie Mountain. It is a mountain which Native tribes consider to be holy and  “the place of the Supreme deity” in their language. After doing some research, it seems there is a portal or vortex there, an extremely powerful and pure one which some local spiritualists work with as well. Another strange coincidence:  Robert M. Pirsig, the writer of the classic “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” has a teacher who also lives near the base of Neahkahnie Mountain. Practically everyone who visits the area or the closest village, Manzanita, seems to come away with some insight.
Nothing will prepare you for the temperate rainforests of the Pacific Northwest. It literally is like stepping into some primeval world straight out of a J.R.R Tolkien book. Shades of green that you can’t imagine, crystal-like waterfalls everywhere, canopied forests and lush ferns and wild mushrooms abound. Then there is the moss, which starts to cover tree trunks, drapes from the trees, covers rocks, bridges and the forest floor.
The sense of vitality and of the abundance of the life force  is almost overwhelming. The moss was so soft that I could hike barefoot on some trails. The only sad part was seeing how much of Oregon’s wilderness has been sacrificed to logging companies. One minute you’re driving through a fairy tale scene, the next you’re in some desolate post-Apocalyptic landscape.
Multnomah Falls, on the Columbia River Gorge scenic Highway, not far at all from Portland

I tried swimming in the water pool, the water is freezing cold.

Neahkahnie Mountain
Manzanita Beach with Neahkahnie Mountain in the background

Manzanita Beach with Neahkahnie Mountain in the background

Aside from the Wheeler Moment, Neahkahnie seems to be shrouded in mystery and stories of pirate treasure still keeps people coming. A rock formation called the Indian Maiden guards the base of the mountain and whales are usually spotted from the lookout point.
Indian Maiden Rock

Indian Maiden Rock

Neahkahnie Mountain dominates the skyline of Nehalem Bay, which includes the villages of Manzanita, Wheeler and Nehalem. It’s a small community comprised mostly of fisherman and given the abundance of seafood which is harvested from the bay, it’s easy to see why. I made my way to Neahkahnie Mountain, offered tobacco like I always do when I visit a holy place, and spent an amazing afternoon meditating on Manzanita Beach. I’m not going to share what I meditated on and what came to me only to say that I got my insights a bit later on after the trip and the experiences at Crater Lake and Orcas Island are also taken into consideration. The next day I stopped off in Wheeler to investigate a bit more while on my way to Cape Lookout State Park. As always, I asked for a sign that I had been heard.
Cape Lookout State Park:
Driving along Highway 1, along the coast is a “must”. Everyone goes on about California but honestly I found Oregon even better.  Samuel H. Boardman Scenic Corridor has my vote over Big Sur any day. With parts of the coast resembling Maine’s rocky shoreline, other seaside villages which would rival Italy’s Amalfi coast with homes dramatically sticking to cliffs (i.e Oceanside), the purest soft-sand beaches with haystack rock formations and arches which go on for miles, you can walk all by yourself for miles at a time and not encounter anyone else.
The little village of Oceanside.

The little village of Oceanside.

Number 1: No pretentious attitudes. Number 2: Oregon lawmakers and environmentalist had the foresight to keep their beaches public for the use of all in perpetuity and prohibited any kind of development. Meaning, you have the most stunning, remote beaches and they are open to exploration by anyone with nary an ugly condo development on the beach itself anywhere. Number 3) Dogs are allowed on the beaches and everyone picks up after them. Some towns have unfortunately become tourist traps like Seaside and Cannon Beach, but there are still amazing hidden gems there like Manzanita, Oceanside and Yachats.
Add to that, the mystical fog which seems to shroud everything in the early morning hours, coming in off the sea and hitting the coastal mountains and cliffs, families out on the beach investigating what the night tide brought into the tide pools like jelly fish, crabs and razor clams and just the sense of space the whole place gives you.
Trail heading out to the beach at Cape Lookout State Park

Trail heading out to the beach at Cape Lookout State Park

I came here to camp and after setting my tent up decided to walk along the long beach. I was blessed to hit it on an exceptionally bright sunny, cloudless but windy day. The water was an aquamarine blue and the sound of the thunderous waves would rejuvenate even most tired of souls. I eventually found a lonely spot, away from the families and dogs I could just sink into, lean against a piece of driftwood, read a book, take in the salty air and just take it easy. I was less than 50 meters away from the water when about 100 meters away from me, I suddenly saw a giant dark, black-grey dorsal fin pop out of the water.
I of course thought it was a shark but then a spout of water shot up through the air. Then a second, a third, fourth, fifth and sixth. It was a pod of whales sunning and feeding themselves. I spent the rest of that afternoon hanging out with them, silently communicating with them for hours until sunset, when one by one, I did not see any more water spouting every few seconds and they swam off.
In Native lore, when you have an unexpected animal encounter, it means you are being gifted with a certain medicine, that a certain animal totem-animal spirit is bringing you a message from the Spirit world. In my case I understood that whatever I had petitioned for back on Neahkahnie Mountain had been heard and second, I had been gifted with Whale Medicine.
The lesson here is: don’t ever pay any attention to what New Agers, channellers, UFO enthusiasts and the like tell you about what place is “powerful” and what isn’t. Always pay close attention to the old stories and myths of the original, indigenous people of any given area since they know that landmass better than anyone else because of their history in the area. I mean: First Nations tribes in the Americas, Aboriginals in Australia, Dravidian/Tamil Indians in India, the Ainu in Japan, Celts in Ireland and the old Druidic orders in Great Britain etc. There are still many magical places left on Earth, but you have to look for them and no stupid New Age huckster will ever tell you where they are. Never  forget that the natural world has all the answers we need. We just need to train ourselves to ask the right questions and understand that language better.
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10 thoughts on “The Language of Nature

  1. JP

    i live in portland and I never even knew about nehalem bay and neahkahnie mountain. glad you enjoyed visiting our state.you should write tourist brochures, i’m sure the state would pay you handsomely 🙂

  2. searchingforfernando

    Glad you got to visit my old stomping grounds. I grew up in the area and whenever my family planned a day at the shore I would beg to go to Neahkahnie Mountain, although everyone else usually voted for Seaside or Cannon Beach. Too bad you couldn’t have seen Manzanita 50 years ago, or even 30 years ago, before rich folks from Portland and their summer homes changed the place forever. Compared to California, the Oregon Coast seems undeveloped. For those of us who grew up here, it seems over-developed.

    • Earth Energy reader

      I’ll take Oregon any day over California!
      I really disliked Cannon Beach, I got a bit of a creepy vibe there and I also found it odd, I was the only member of a visible minority walking along the main street, block after block. Places within North America that don’t have a lot of diversity have always struck me as a bit strange. And Seaside is just like any other boardwalk seaside town, not unlike Ocean City in Delaware of Wildwood, New Jersey.
      Unfortunately the blight of development is all over the world, I saw it in Turkey and friends of mine complain about it in India and Malaysia. It’s getting harder to find those wild places. Still, there is something to the Oregon coast I haven’t felt in other States.

  3. searchingforfernando

    In the 1960’s both Manzanita and Cannon Beach were tiny towns with a handful of tourists in the summer only. However, for many years Cannon Beach has pretty much been just a suburb of Portland. Because the energy of Portland is so foul (I never go there even though I live less than 20 miles away) it does not surprise me you got the creepy vibe there. That is a vibe that only came when it became a summer mad-house. Mobs of low-vibrating people can and do ruin a formerly high-vibration spot. The tri-county area around Portland is very diverse, but Cannon Beach has become a gathering spot for the well-off, hence the lack of diversity. All-in-all, I no longer recognize the state I was born in.

  4. searchingforfernando

    By the way, the beach on which my pug is standing is Waldport, just slightly north of Yachats. Manzanita, Oceanside and Yachats are the beaches I started going to when I became old enough to drive and make my own plans. These three spots, along with Port Orford on the southern Oregon coast, are the place names that come up whenever people start naming their favorite Oregon beaches. I met a man from Florida in a neighborhood park who moved to Oregon because of Yachats. He was on a business conference trip to Oregon, and took a day to drive to the coast, and fell in love with Yachats. The place on the Oregon coast where I feel the highest energy is Humbug Mountain which rises from the town of Port Orford, and 101 continues south over the mountain to Gold Beach. There is a wonderful state park on Humbug Mountain.

    • I can attest to Portland’s awful energy. Aside from the Rose Garden, the Japanese Garden and Powell’s City of Books, after 2 days I couldn’t wait to leave for the coast. I wasn’t even staying in downtown proper of Portland but over in Troutdale, close to Historic Route 30 and the Sandy River. Even from the snippets of conversation I caught either at restaurants or the pool or at picnic areas, I really got the sense of a scummy underbelly to Portland.
      I guess you can say that of most cosmopolitan cities in the world now. I even heard one stripper boast about how much more “open” Portland was in contrast to Las Vegas since the families have taken over Vegas and don’t make it “fun” anymore.
      Whatever.

  5. LisaM

    Welcome Back! I love coming to this little corner of the internet, it always feels like there’s some genuine light here, love reading about your trips and some of these happy, magical places you’ve been to!

  6. searchingforfernando

    Yes, Portland has been a mecca for the sex industry for many years due to very weak laws covering this industry. There may be another reason for your creepy feeling in Cannon Beach. I don’t know when you were there, but the first week of August a woman drowned her two-year-old and slit the neck and wrists of her teenage daughter in a Cannon Beach hotel room. During the 1990’s there were a string of murders on the Oregon coast. There were too many to mention, but here are the ones that got the most press: Early ’90’s: A couple from Scotland were stabbed to death in a high-end Seaside hotel by an intruder in the night. 1996: A man enters a trailer in Bandon and slashes to death three adults and two children. No motive was found. 1997: A couple waiting to watch the sunrise on the beach at Seaside were shot point blank in the heads by two local men (aged 21 and 23) who just wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone. the woman was the daughter of my brother’s veterinarian. 1999: Two park rangers at a state park near Neahkahnie Mountain are jumped and then frog-marched through the forest to the beach. The are both killed execution style, their bodies found where they fell. All these events would have been un-thinkable when I was a kid.

    To anyone looking for a wonderful book to recommend to a young person (if there are any young people left who will read a book totally devoid of pop-culture) I suggest TREASURE MOUNTAIN by Evelyn Sibley Lampman. Published in 1956, this was one of my favorites as a child. I thought it was wonderful to read a book about a place I knew so well. The story is about two Native American children who search for the Neahkahnie treasure so they can pay the taxes on their great aunt’s shack on the Nehalem River. The aunt is about to be evicted. I read the book again a few years ago, and although I stopped reading fiction as a teenager, the book had not lost it’s charm for me. EER, I urge you to get ahold of a copy and read it. Now that you have been to Neahkahnie it will be meaningful to you.

    Evelyn Sibley Lampman wrote many books for young folks with Native American protagonists. Back in the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s this was just not done. She was a remarkable woman, and way, way, ahead of her time. However, she had a huge boost from the family she was born into. Her father was a judge in a small Oregon town at the turn of the 20th Century. At a time when most Oregonians treated Native Americans like animals, the judge had close friendships with these people, and entertained them in his home – something almost unheard of at the time. Evelyn was an Oregon institution, but now she can’t even make it onto Wikipedia.

    Two questions: Did you hike the trail up to the top of Neahkahnie? The sign for the trail is on 101, but hard to see it one is not looking for it. And is that famous old Manzanita watering hole – The Treasure Chest – still a working bar in Manzanita? It’s been several years since I was there.

    • Yeah, I was on the coast the week after that incident at Cannon Beach, it was on the radio all the time and how they found her car by helicopter surveillance. What you described is in line with something I saw on 2 of of Anthony Bourdain’s shows, “The Layover” about Seattle and “No Reservations” about the Pacific Northwest. It’s always had a bit of a reputation as the kind of place outlaws and misfits and such like to disappear to.

      I didn’t do the trail up to the top of Neahkahnie Mountain though I did see the entrance towards the trail, I just hung out at the various look-out points off the 101 and then hiked the far end of the beach where all the rocks and drift wood has accumulated at the base of the mountain.
      I didn’t notice any bars while in Manzanita, but then again, I wasn’t really looking since I’m not a drinker. I usually follow reviews over on Yelp(.com) to find out the best places to eat and such, plug it into the GPS and go. I’ll look around for the Evelyn Sibley Lampman books though I doubt we’ll have them in Quebec, regionally-specific American writers aren’t really carried by libraries and such up here unless they’re best-sellers, Pulitzer prize winners or on Oprah’s Book Club selection list.

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