Foreboding – The future of wild places

Jonna Jinton – the hostess in my dream

I had a dream last night and it went like this.

I opened my eyes and met hers. She was looking at me with piercing blue like a frost-covered morning on a bright day. I smiled. She turned her face away, as if not wanting to be there.

I was aware of the best sleep I had in ages and also knew that I travelled a long distance to be here in this place, with her.

A white linen dress clang to her slender body and she moved as lightly as a ghost would sliding from one room to another. I followed her and came into a room full of people and noise. They seemed to have been preparing for some kind of expedition. She asked me to join them, which took me by surprise and I felt a sharp sensation deep within that screamed, “Why would I go anywhere else when there is all this, here, with her?” I looked out of the window. We were in some kind of cabin, which was spacious with many rooms and I felt the warmth of the fire coming from next door. “Where is everyone going?” I said to her, as she approached me by the window. “Paris,” she said lowering her head to the ground again. She was hiding something. She didn’t look displeased dealing with the visitors to what I knew was her house, but she felt detached, not all present. “No Paris, I said. Not for me”. Groups of people crowded outside waiting for transport. They seemed impatient to get out of the place, but why would they come in the first place, I wondered. She looked over in their direction with some relief, I thought. Her body displayed anxiety and I saw an emerging smile at the prospect of them leaving.

I began to cry sitting by the window looking outside on to a wintery wilderness. A frozen lake, deep, luscious snow and tree tops in crowns of white. My heart was exploding recognising the wild within. She looked bewildered at me as if not letting herself remember or believing my feelings.

“Why all these people? What happened to your homestead? I remember it being just you here.”

She looked at me with the saddest eyes, but averted it quickly not wanting to show emotion.

“We are showing people the last wilderness.”

I knew she didn’t want to, she was forced into it. I grabbed her hand trying to show her I understood and asked if we could go outside. She didn’t move away from me and said, “Later.”

When crowds dispersed I was glad of some silence and empty places I could go and check. The rooms in the house were furnished with simple furniture, but very old. Figurines and wooden carved animals were on shelves and by bedsides. Everything was basic. I remember hearing complaints earlier from the crowd of girls, “How are we supposed to cope with these facilities. There isn’t even a toilet and we have to sleep on the floor. Did you see what we had to eat?” Dissatisfied voices echoed in me and I realised that this is the future of the wilderness tourism; people coming to see the most remote, wild places, yet wanting to be away from it from the moment they arrived. The sadness in my hostess filled me up and I went to look for her. She was already outside clearing some snow and I could see the black earth underneath. I bent down and scooped some icy blackness bringing it to my nose to smell. She smiled slightly at me and carried on in her own now lost world, in a place no longer hers.

Winter in the Highlands

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It is Munro climbing season in Scotland and these folk, who shared these stunning images, are out and about loving winter just as much as I do.

The Land of Spirit at its finest!

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My soul land in images – November 2018

My spirit land, Scottish Highlands, in images shared by wonderful people walking the land this month of November 2018. Wish I was there, as always

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Happy Winter Solstice 2017

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Blessings to all this Winter Solstice! Let there be light again.

Gratitude and appreciation for all support for RawPagan blog. Look forward to more sharing and connection in 2018.

Natalia

Winter and the 6th plane of consciousness

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Himalayas in Winter

Winter is the perfect time to get in touch with the plane of consciousness most often characterised by its purity and magic ghost-like appearance, which stops us breathing in the moment we get in touch with it. We become the sky, the clouds and the cold air it possesses and its grip is intoxicatingly pulling towards all the qualities that it contains – purity, innocence, translucent untouchable sense of weightlessness. It is the plane of the Pure Self!

Quoting notes from one of my college lectures ‘Consciousness is impersonal at this level, immaculate, pure, and free of impressions… it is utter stillness, freedom, solitude, clarity, indifference, detachment, serenity and spaciousness.’

It is cold there, it is pure white, it is desolate and completely abandoned in a sense there is no one or nothing just spirit it its purest and naked form. It is invitingly bright and sparkly with crystals as mineral beings feeling at home.

Humans, who are deeply impressed by this plane find it difficult to be on the Earthly plane due to their constant longing for perfection. For those, meditating on the lower planes of consciousness would be beneficial learning to disengage from their perfectionist ideas of life and recognise limitations.

Winter when you are in the mountains, forests, empty open spaces, which covered in a thick blanket of snow sparkling in the sun or amongst ice bluish whitish in appearance where you can see through layers underneath is the season to wonder about connecting to the 6th plane of consciousness and communicating, witnessing the spirit in its purest form with integration into ourselves. Experience how it makes you feel, what lessons you take away from meditating on the plane and how, in your own life, qualities of this plane manifest for better or worse.

Having come from Siberia I am no stranger to extreme cold weather and snow. For the last 20 years I have missed the wonder of the season so much being away from the environment so familiar to me. We had no real snow or winter here in the UK for some time. There is nothing I adore more about this season than to wake with the Sun and witness frosty appearance of the land and trees around me. With bright sunshine it is magically enticing to all my senses and I feel invigorated by colder temperatures. Today we have temperatures in the minus, ahhhhhh, winter is no winter until temperature drops below zero in my book, till you can really feel that bite in the air and feel it in your body. I possess no perfectionist mind yet I am drawn to qualities of purity and detachment and as long as there is awareness of all the other planes and qualities that come with it and moving regularly between them, exploring those qualities and limitations within yourself it is great learning and oh, such beautiful experience. Meditation is a way to connect with the spirit using music, images or places you visited and drawn to. It is a way of transporting yourself into consciousness you wish to connect with at any given moment. We can all do it. It is such rich and abandoned way to tune in to the Universal Whole with all its glory and limitations.

Are you drawn to this plane of consciousness? Do you feel at home in these places and the season of winter?

© 2011 of  Julian M Kilsby
Iceland glacier © 2011 of Julian M Kilsby

Siberian winter
Siberia from the air

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Cairngorms, Scotland

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Lake Baikal, Siberia, Russia

Finland
Winter forest, Finland

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Himalayans

VIDEO FOR MEDITATION on the 6TH PLACE