I did another “practice” journey to the HMM-Thelma. This past fall my Dad bought a property with a tear down house on it with the intention of me moving in to it. We started renovating it and was almost done when the building inspector came to us with a major list of things we needed to do before he would grant us occupancy. I ended up moving in with my Dad an hour away. Dad calls it the HMM-Thelma. (Historical Mini Mansion.)
Journey To HMM-Thelma
I asked if any of the spirit animals wanted to go with me and the shrew volunteered to come along as he often does. I asked Harriot to come along as well. I was going to ride Harriot, but the tree roots took us instead, and then we rode the last little bit into Thelma. I got off by the shed. It was summer, a nice day. I walked into the shed and looked around, felt for anything, but there was nothing. It felt like dead energy. I walked out the back door and immediately was drawn to the really big ash(?) tree. I put my arms around it and just stood there for a bit, feeling lots of buzzing energy. The tree morphed into a giant native american cheif in full regalia.
I walked around the circumference of the yard, seeing if anything else would draw my attention. Nothing did and the ash tree called out to me again. Me and the animals stood there, ringing the tree. I danced around naked, inside the ring of my animals. It was magical. Sacred.
Then the mood changed and the tree got cut down. The land became desolate and destroyed. It was a devestating change. I was on the ground and the spirit guides/angels were preparing me. I was dead, and they were preparing me to be buried. Then I was in the ground. Dead and buried. Things shifted, maybe shook like an earthquake, I seem to remember wild flowers. Then I was standing on my grave, fully clothed in 1800’s clothing. (Nothing that I imagine Manitoba has ever seen.) A man came up to me also dressed in old timey clothes. It was my husband and it was 1910. He had bought the property for us and was going to show it to me for the first time. It was so so cool!
We went into the house and it was like it was now. We were newly weds going into their first ever house. We poked around for a little bit, then I noticed something happening on the deck, so I went out to check. It was Harriot and Shrew trying to get my attention. It was time to go. So I hopped on and we rode back to the cabin in Ridgewood, then the call back sounded for the journey to end.
What did you see? What did you smell?
I did not smell, or have any physical sensations of touch or texture. Also did not hear anything. I had a couple distinct flashes of seeing something, most of it was just sensing things. Like a thought going through my mind.
Was there any particularly striking features about your special place?
The ash tree. The energy was very high right around the tree.
Think about who you met and what you experienced while there, and write down your impressions.
The tree turned into a cheif, but there was no interaction. I’m not sure if he was a human or a statue. Whatever he was, he was very formidible.
Meeting my husband was an interesting experience. Especially just after having died as a single woman, 40 years old in 2020, being buried and coming back to life as a pioneer woman in 1910.
Did any part of the experience have a special signifcance to you?
Seeing the distruction of the property was distressing. Especially with me not knowing if I will ever get back there to live.
I don’t know what was up with me dying and being buried. So strange. I have no experience with dream interpretation. I can’t even begin to speculate.
Look up the attributes of the animal/bird that you met in your Middle World Sacred Place.
My usual animals were out and about, though shrew specifically volunteered to come along and I was not able to find anything on shrews.
WHat an interesting journey. So many random things that I’m sure have meaning, but I’m not intuitive in that way. I’m not even going to speculate on what the meanings are. I could read far to much into the death and distruction aspect of it. As I do more journey’s, themes will start to emerge. And when I start to converse with the spirit guides and animals, they will be able to provide some insights.
A few nights after this, I dreamt about having a meal with my fiance, Mom and Dad. It went well, that is the most shocking part! I’ve never dated, never brought anyone to meet Mom or Dad.
I get really uncomfortable when there is death or distruction. I tend to want to escape into distraction, to forget the images and feelings. But I stuck with it, sitting (or rather laying buried underground) with the pain until it passed.
truth and love and the darkness inbetween 