Category Archives: New Hampshire

The Fox Run Mall, Newington, NH

All things are creative experience no matter what they seem on the surface. The energy is vibrant here, positively electric. Humanity seeks diversion in all the beautifully lit shops artfully stocked with the latest shiny baubles, hottest new fashion trends, fast food, and people watching entertainment. A veritable Hallowe’en parade and a playground for some.IMG_1814 The noise level is one of the things I have difficulty with. It is also hard to be present with oneself as it’s so distracting. There is a nearby restaurant blasting loud music. I absolutely hate it here so I am bowing out early. I feel dizzy, nauseous, and I can’t hear through all of this chaos– aagghhhh!

[The author had a melt-down here and left– forgive her, she’s only human.]

Earth Message: Know that you already have everything that you need whether you know it or not.

The Stonehenge of Salem, NH

There is an intensely powerful energy to the earth here. I find its presence so strong it is almost overwhelming. I imagine this would have attracted the ancient people who first quarried and built this site on what we know today as Mystery Hill. The earliest date currently identified by archaeologists is 2,000 B.C., but I am getting that the original Neolithic site is closer to 6,000 B.C., and that they were nordic people. They worshipped nature, its energies, and the cycles of the sun, moon, and stars. The site aligns precisely to the yearly astronomical calendar with monoliths arranged over its many acres. The people also used sacrifice to honor or appease the perceived higher powers. At the large, quarried sacrificial table, I do sense that both humans and animals were sacrificed, their blood flowing into its circular channel and collected at the base end. Did the Shamans appease the earth spirits by pouring blood offerings into all their many bedrock pools and drains? I find myself feeling a bit sick after some time spent at the site. A mild version of what I once experienced exploring the sewers of Paris, France, with its neat piles and walls of exhumed human bones from the original Parisian graveyards. Mystery Hill has been through other incarnations through the centuries. I am getting that only 40 percent of the original Neolithic stonework is left. Native American’s of course visited the site, and lately destructive quarrymen and post-colonial settlers. But the earliest work, some of it carved shapes, holes, and drains in the bedrock and mega-ton quarried slabs making up roofs and walls in the small caves (that supposedly were of religious significance in pre-christianized Scandinavia) are remarkable and have likely stayed put through the centuries. Tuning in, I am hearing that the natural cycles of our planet and solar system should be more celebrated. There are elements of nature that desire this very much. These earlier people were much more in tune with the Divine life force that flows through everything.

The Sacrificial Table. Note the carved circular drain and its channel on lower right for collection purposes. The block itself weighs 4.5 tons.

The Sacrificial Table. Note the carved circular drain and its channel on lower right for collection purposes. The block itself weighs 4.5 tons.

 

Monolith linearly true north of Sacrificial Table, fallen menhir at its back.

Monolith linearly true north of Sacrificial Table, fallen menhir at its back.

One view of the surrounding countryside, cleared to honor the astronomical alignments

One view of the surrounding countryside, cleared to honor the astronomical alignments

Looking out from the doorway to the Oracle Chamber, leading to the "speaking tube."  The speaking tube, located beneath the Sacrificial Table, would make it sound like the table itself was talking during ritual sacrifice.

Looking out from the doorway to the Oracle Chamber, leading to the “speaking tube.” The speaking tube, located beneath the Sacrificial Table, would make it sound like the table itself was talking during ritual sacrifice.

 

 

The Summit of Mt. Chocorua

These are ancient mountains, the White Mountains of New Hampshire. They are the oldest on earth and wise beyond measure, having counted down the ages. It is cold and cloudy on top of Chocorua today–not much of a view to be had. Yet one can feel the silent resonance of eternity within these granite rocks. The powerful love and support of the old man in the mountain, the kindly old grandfather energy who has seen it all and loves unconditionally. The White mountains teach patience, understanding, and wisdom to those who will listen, to those who will open their awareness and their hearts. The powerful, listening spirit of the rock here would like humanity to spend more time sitting upon it in silence, absorbing its strength and wise, peaceful counsel. This will help balance and raise humanity’s vibration, and create happier, joy-filled lives for us all. The rock wants us to know that it, too, is alive and conscious in its own special way, and its invitation is open and waiting.

A blazing canopy of day-long sunset on this cloudy day

Remaining fall color, the Piper Trail

 

Gaining elevation, the misty valley below

Gaining elevation, the misty valley below

Trail at higher elevation

Trail at higher elevation

Nearing the summit

Nearing the summit