I experienced such a beautiful and synchronous day, yesterday, which is the kind that leaves your heart and soul smiling wide.
The kind of resonant day that drew forth my Original Voice.
As I’ve continued with my sound work, deepening into the traditions and lineages of the Nymphs and Sibyls, I’ve been retrieving the rich, ancient roots within my soul essence.
The synchronicities and alignments keep amping up and reiterating everything I’ve come to know about myself and the way in which I Am.
Getting back to this rich and joyous work while here in Malibu has been the perfect environment to reconnect and support my remembrance.
It’s been amazing to see the things I’m studying being mirrored right before me…
While delving into the primordial ocean of ancient origins, I bask in the sun with the Pacific Ocean as my guide ahead.
Whales emerging to sing back my song.
Sea lions playing in the waves to reflect my soul child dancing in delight.
It was incredible to find myself walking through the gateways of the other realms yesterday – to the caves and bubbling springs that draw forth the resonance of remembrance.
I hear the Earth’s messages within my flesh and bones and reconnect with my own primordial ancient origins within.
After my work atop the cliff above the ocean yesterday, we went on a hike at Edward Albert Escondido Canyon Trail and Waterfalls.
We came across a divergence in the path, and having not done the hike before, nor was there signage to point the way, we stopped to decide which direction to go.
Three people on horses then came through and asked if we needed help.
They told us we could go up to the right and there would be a really lovely view.
They told us if we went left it goes to where the waterfall is, but there is no water right now.
They seemed to be guiding us to the view to the right, feeling the no-water waterfall wouldn’t be very interesting.
After they left, Dave asked which way I wanted to go.
I said to the left.
And I’m so glad I listened to the Nymphs and Sibyls calling to me, as it was exactly the perfection of divine alignment.
Even though the waterfalls were not flowing, the beauty of this fertile, magickally sunlit dark area of moss and ferns, with little caves, dripping water, babbling brook, and frogs, was the return to my innocence and origins of voice. I was in my element.
And the path to get there was filled with the most beautiful tree spirits I couldn’t help but commune with, portals, and Faeries galore.
I was home.
And rather than explain anymore, I will share these images of this mystical place and all the enchantment along the way on this day of returning to my ancient origins.
Let these images reveal to you, your own.