On Monday I had a bit of a heart-quickening realization…
…as I made my solo ascent out of the glorious depths of a 1000-foot canyon.
I had just spent hours basking on the shores of the Rio Grande, the reason I can’t seem to stay away from White Rock canyon these days. This river is more than a river to me– she’s become mother-like, a silver sparkling ribbon that never ceases to scrub my spirit clean of the energetic carbon stuck in my system.
On top of that, it was a new experience for me because I was doing it alone. I somehow felt I needed to spend some one-on-one time with nature. So I took my little notebook, made my way down the canyon–immediately blessed by an encounter with a red-tailed hawk–and parked myself on the sandy beach listening to nothing but songbird melody, the roaring river rapids, and the chatter of the golden autumnal oak leaves. I drew hearts in the sand, asked the breeze to bring me clarity, chatted with a tiny lime green grasshopper, jotted down thoughts the nature spirits shared, and cleansed my aura by walking through the sacred willows that lined the river’s edge.
The day before, I had gone to Taos and accidentally stumbled upon a magical metaphysical shop I’d never seen before. I found a beautiful little archangel Michael grid, something to symbolically connect with my most cherished angel friend. I found it a new home on my altar and the morning before my hike I placed stones and crystals on the grid to ground my intention for the archangel to join me on my hike. I mean, what better company?
Here I was then, after a few hours by myself on the river bank, feeling my spirit overflowing with the love of Mother Nature.
I felt complete, and decided to make my way back, bracing myself for the grueling ascent. Hiking down the 1000 foot canyon wall is much easier than the journey back up.
As I began my climb, I paused. Way up at the canyon rim, several hundred feet above me, I thought I could make out the form of a mountain biker staring down into the canyon. Can he see me? I had a strange sense that he was looking directly at me. But then I realized how silly that was. I would look like an ant to him from up there. My boot slipped on some scree and I caught myself. I can’t focus on you, mountain biker guy…and glanced his way once more. He was no longer there, and in his place was a large log, balanced in a crevice of the canyon wall. “Huh…” I mumbled. Were you just a log? I kept moving up the trail, a little fascinated by the detail of my imagination. I can remember what he was wearing, professional mountain biking gear, and yet it was likely just petrified wood.
A flash of royal blue up ahead of me interrupted my thoughts. The trail steeply winds, so it would make sense that I would see a glimpse of a person, only to have him disappear into some crevice on the path. I thought nothing of him, except that I knew he was a “he,” and paid attention to what was happening within my energy-field. I have the habit of sending intuitive tendrils out to gauge the energy of a strange man sharing an isolated wilderness trail with me. I wish that wasn’t necessary.
But I felt no fear. None.
I also was overflowing with the silver cellular energy of Mother Nature and Archangel Michael. I visualized him just ahead of me, navigating the narrow trail with his awkward big wings and clunky hiking boots, talking general bad-assery as I chuckled a little to myself. Sharing a trail with an archangel made me feel invincible.
A flash of royal blue again. Fifty feet ahead, up on a switchback, peering over the edge. The sweet face of a little boy (8? 12?) smiling down at me. Then he disappeared again.
I still thought nothing of it. Except that I was sure the first royal blue guy I caught a glimpse of was an adult man…? Again, I just shrugged it off as an error of perception.
This kid had to be coming down the trail, soon to pass me. And I was really enjoying my solitude. So I found a place in the shade to calm my breathing (because steep!) and drink some water. I’d let him move past me and I’d have the trail to myself again. I was in an indented ledge, a shallow cave, with the rocky switchback above me, and knew he had seen me, so I wasn’t too worried about startling him as he came around the corner. I sat there for what felt like too long. No kid. Now I was getting irritated. Is he messing with me…?
I stood up, and there he was, ten feet away. Blond hair, royal blue shirt, riding an old-fashioned 70’s era kid’s bicycle with a banana seat and high handle bars. Tassels attached to the rubber hand grips danced a little in the gentle breeze. He was on a bike…?
A physical impossibility on a trail that winds straight down a one thousand foot canyon wall that requires scrambling over boulders and volcanic steps, with sliding scree, nearly the entire way.
He smiled at me, looked up the trail, and then promptly disappeared in front of my eyes. Blipped out like a snuffed candle. My hair stood on end and my skin ignited with electrified goosebumps, as my brain registered what had just happened.
So, let me be clear.
I’ve had periodic encounters with spirits my entire life.
They do not always reveal themselves as a vaporous cloud of transparent mist (sometimes they do). In fact, in my experience, they are mostly incredibly confusing because they look solid, no different than you or I, until they blip out of sight. I have had so many experiences with spirits that today when I have an encounter like this, my heart rate barely increases. I used to feel I was going mad.
Believe me, there is nothing you could be thinking right now that I once did not tell myself about this strange inheritance of mine.
At this point in my life, it feels truly no different than having the pleasure of seeing a rare wildlife sighting. And it really isn’t any different. My husband and I once came face-to-face with a mountain lion. Once. I’ve seen dozens of spirits. So, to me, the cougar was actually more electrifying. Spirits are simply one detail of nature. Just like we are simply one detail of nature. The little royal blue boy is a guardian spirit of the land here, and he’s made me love this trail even more, though I didn’t think that was possible.
I did ask Archangel Michael if the boy needed assistance in any way and I received the very clear message that he was a powerful nature being who had a direct line to the archangels. He needed no assistance, though I will love him plenty. My meeting him was a gift from the land itself.
I’m sharing him with you because I want to spread my infectious love for Mother Nature as an agent of powerful change, transformation, intuition, and deep healing.
She gives endless gifts, is the doorway to the spirit world, and a portal to other dimensions. And I know of no better way to demonstrate this than through the sharing of this fascinating and intimate experience with a layer of nature few get to witness, not so different from a direct encounter with a mountain lion. Paranormal isn’t actually so para at all. It’s just…perfectly…normal.
We just don’t yet understand it.
I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Thank you so much for listening, and staying open to the beautiful possibilities.