The Land of Mystics - And my Word For the Year

Art : Sun Shepardess By Julie Dillon

The Land of Mystics- And my Word for the Year.

I’ve been really sitting with the frequency I’m going to choose for the year.

In 2021 I chose “Open”.

While standing at Ascension Rock on Mount Shasta, with a sword, I prayed the universe would open me. At the time, I didn’t realize what I was calling in. What it would take to feel the bottom of my heart again. Now I know.

In 2022, I choose the frequency “Deep Anchored Trust”.

What a whirlwind. This frequency has carried me through the darkest time in my life. What I remembered is, Deep Anchored Trust isn’t just a string of words, it’s an entire spiritual practice. A “path” if you will.

So this year, I’m desiring to be very selective about what I ask for. Intentional, not flippant. Now that I’ve opened. And I have stretched my capacity to trust beyond what I thought possible…

“Attunement” is the word I’ve been called too.

Back in my twenties, before I had four children and a business, when I was still very open, I was highly attuned to the call and response mechanism that took place between my field and Universe. I was aware when I was being adjusted. When I was to submit, and when I was to act. There was zero indecisiveness in me.

Living abroad, in the land of my oldest ancestors, only heightened this for me.

For instance once, in Palestine, a shopkeeper put something in my bag that I hadn’t paid for. I realized when I got home, but was in no real hurry to go back to the city and return it. I reasoned it away. His mistake, etc. But then I began feeling the sensation of snakes crawling under my skin on my legs. I knew instantly it was because I had something that didn’t belong to me. After another day I was able to get back to the store (not as simple to get to the city as it is in the states) and the “creepy crawlies” under my skin disappeared. She didn’t want me out of alignment/integrity. Not even in the smallest of ways. On my return trip to the city, I ran into people from an NGO group I worked with here in the states. They weren’t where they were supposed to be and needed help getting back to the proper border crossing. In other words, I was meant to be there. If I hadn’t listened to her…

Another time we wanted to be in Jerusalem for Christmas. My husband is a Palestinian National (Christian) and all the borders were closed to him. This meant sneaking in. We were so divinely guided and held on this dangerous trip to get from inside the heart of Palestine, to “The Church of the Holy Sepulcher” in old Jerusalem. Just one of our many helpers on that trip was a random hotelier that we stayed in touch with who would later be introduced and engaged to friend back home. We simply followed the energy.

It was like this all the time. I was tuned into this energetic thread that led me from one place to the next through the mechanism of trust. She is a force so much greater than me. And I loved Her.

I don’t often speak of my time in Palestine and Israel. Though If I could comment on just one thing it would be this…The Land…there is something so profoundly deep, ancient, mystical, and majestic, about the land.

I’d never lived in a place where the land was alive. Super charged with the energy of the Dark Mother. (Not the death mother, the dark mother. The one shrouded in mystery) Where one can feel the presence of the ancestors and ascended masters as palpably as you can the living, breathing person sitting next to you.

It was as though I stepped off the plane into another dimension. Deeply at home. A place of real belonging. I belonged to that land, and it belonged to me.

My psychic abilities were heightened. And my relationship with the energy was pristine. This is also the place Tanner most thrived. I’d never seen him more open, and rooted, then he was when we lived here. Sometimes I wish we had never left. But we had to. There were far more opportunities in the states. It was also so much safer. (Or so we thought)

We moved back to Ohio and life swept in. More children, work, trauma, loss, all of the things…And now, I feel I’ve somewhat lost my pristine connection to that energy.

So whatever that was, a channel, a relationship, mediumship, my own mystical thread. I want the unshakable connection to that thing that lives beyond my ability to describe it, back.

So I’m going to choose “attunement”. Attunement to MY thread. The one that is uniquely mine. The Prophetess Red Thread of connection that exists between the land of my ancestors and me. Attunement to the dream world, the mountains, the olive trees, the Dead Sea and the Mediterranean. Attunement to the warm breeze and salt air. Attunement to lineage, both forward and behind. And most importantly Attunement and Submission to the energy. To Her.

What are your words or frequencies for the upcoming year? Even if you haven’t fully landed on one, I’d love to hear what you all are considering.

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