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Nature’s Gifts, featuring Kelley’s essay ‘Spiritual Gardening

More than twenty pieces, from haiku to villanelles, from essays to short stories, will delight nature lovers everywhere. Take a walk in a garden or hike in a national park. Reflect on the moon. Learn something new. Laugh and cry with our writers as they discover the beauty, the joys, and the raw power of nature. The Nature Conservancy will receive a donation of 50 percent of the profits for every book sold in both print and e-book editions for one year. Dedicated to protecting our rapidly vanishing natural environment, The Nature Conservancy has protected more than 117 million acres of land in 28 countries

Nature’s Gifts: Anthology of Prose and Poetry Celebrating Nature and Our Natural World, edited by Smoky Trudeau, featuring Kelley’s essay Spiritual Gardening

The Signals to Freedom

I am really confused. Nothing has seemed to work out in my life, especially since coming to college. Things I banked on, really worked for and was positive about seemed to fall apart unexpectedly. These next few months are crucial for me academically and professionally. I am tired of constant failures despite my best efforts and hopes. I deserve a breakthrough, but nothing seems to work. I end up living my life in my head–daydreaming. Escapism helps me evade my daily drudgery. I need my life to have meaning to be worth living. Please help. Thank you. Meg.

Thanks for your note, Meg. Your guides show me a series of signals they send you as you walk down a sidewalk–leaves falling, brushes with other people, sounds in the distance, and even letters of many colors falling from the sky. You are aware that these things are messages from your guides, as you notice every detail and pick up every letter. I watch you walk down this path constantly collecting, but never stopping to see what the letters spell, or to connect with the other interludes to learn what they have to say to you. At no point do you pause to consider what the signals your guides give you mean. This tells me that on some level you are waiting for some divine intervention to do for you what you have the power to do for yourself. In reality, your personal power is Divine. My concern is what holds you back from standing in your power.

Your High Self tells me that you expend a lot of energy setting up your dominoes, so to speak. You plan, you plot, you do the leg work that seems to be the best culmination for the plans you’ve made. What you don’t do is consult your High Self. In other words, you are acting on an ego level and not taking into consideration your higher counsel. It doesn’t feel like you are acting contrary to your higher counsel, but that you also aren’t flowing with it. There are skills you need in both relaxation and manifestation that lie only with your High Self, that will help your dominoes fall in the lovely pattern you’ve carefully set up.

Communicating with your High Self is your first step to living your soul’s intent. Give your earthly consciousness permission to hear the wisdom of your High Self, and allow yourself to act on it. Then, when you perceive signs in daily life, know that they are for you. When you pick them up, take the time to examine and connect with them. You will find that outcomes manifest more easily, and that those little treasures have their own stories to tell–wisdom to make your travels lighter. The Universe supports you, Meg. Accept the insight it sends you through the messengers of Nature.

The Dead Time Dawns – Faeries in the Garden

Faerie Every year for Samhain I publish accounts of my more charged, and in some cases creepy, spiritual pursuits. The Dead Time is a treasured journey to Solstice, and as it is a time of untime, the shadowed season presents a great opportunity to tell the stories that many who do shamanic work won’t tell–the occasions when things don’t go well or the unseen presents itself unexpectedly. You may recognize some of these accounts from my previous stories, while others are more recent. Enjoy the solitude of encroaching darkness. The light will return soon enough.

I didn’t disbelieve in faeries, I just hadn’t seen them before. This story isn’t creepy, per se, though it recounts an experience very much outside of our everyday observance. Or does it? Faeries in the Garden

Real Wyrd - A Modern Shaman's Roots in the Middle World by S. Kelley Harrell

Read more spooky stories in “Real Wyrd – A Modern Shaman’s Roots in the Middle World,” my collection of true paranormal experiences as a lifelong intuitive.

Faeries in the Garden

Real Wyrd - A Modern Shaman's Roots in the Middle World by S. Kelley Harrell

Read more spooky stories in “Real Wyrd – A Modern Shaman’s Roots in the Middle World,” my collection of true paranormal experiences as a lifelong intuitive.

Every year for Samhain I publish accounts of my more charged, and in some cases creepy, spiritual pursuits. The Dead Time is a treasured journey to Solstice, and as it is a time of untime, the shadowed season presents a great opportunity to tell the stories that many who do shamanic work won’t tell–the occasions when things don’t go well or the unseen presents itself unexpectedly. You may recognize some of these accounts from my previous stories, while others are more recent. Enjoy the solitude of the darkness, and know the light will soon warm!

I’m not a skeptic by any stretch, but I am an experiential junkie. I need some level of personal exchange with something before I can fully give myself over to its reality, even if that exchange happens in the ether. I’ve realized that there can be a wide berth between knowing something is entirely possible and experiencing it to be so. I’ve also learned that when experiencing something energetically overlaps witnessing it physically such an opportunity is a gift.

Several years ago I was attending a weekend class at a retreat in the mountains of North Carolina when I saw faeries. The location, itself, is somewhat of an anomaly in that it sits at the convergence of several ley lines. I personally believe it sits between diverging strata of time and dimension based on other intriguing experiences I’ve had there, but perhaps that’s more of a personal gnosis. The caretaker of the retreat has a very close relationship with the faeries of the land. I’d visited the retreat several times and heard stories from the horse’s mouth of the fae striking a deal with the caretaker, in that if she would tend their portal on her land they would commune with humans—by invitation only—between Mother’s Day and Summer Solstice each year. She told us how she’d made conversation with them learning what their job was in this realm and how they did it. They told her that their purpose was to collect dew to protect the sacred seed within blossoming floral life, which apparently they take very seriously. They let her know that they enjoy colorful, shiny trinkets. In an attempt to better understand their work and forge unity with them she complimented them on the plants and overall landscape. They replied, “That’s gnomes. We only do flowers.”

The night I met them was the evening after Summer Solstice of 2002. It was the close of the faeries’ interactive season, as well as the pinnacle of what had been months of dreadful drought. The caretaker told us that the fae had not been very active at all through the summer, as they had been struggling to maintain the flowers.

In agreement with the caretaker of the garden that worked for lawn care in Utah, our class met in the faeries’ garden around 9:30 that evening. There were only a few of us, maybe ten to twelve, and we were told that upon entering the garden people often feel the sensation of a cool droplet on their forehead, or have ringing in their ears. I felt nothing of the sort. I remember crossing the threshold of the garden and instantly feeling as though I wasn’t supposed to be there, as if my presence was an interference. I had the distinct impression that the tension I felt was an indication that the presence of humans, at least at that taxing time in their season, was pulling the faeries’ energy in the wrong direction. I had the sense that we shouldn’t focus so much on them appearing to us and we should just let them tend their jobs.

Midsummer's Eve by Edward Robert Hughes

Midsummer’s Eve by Edward Robert Hughes

I remember sitting in the talking box, the bench the caretaker usually sat on when she conversed with the fae, waiting for something to happen. Group members wandered peacefully about in the lovely open space. I had meandered to a level area toward the front of the garden that overlooked a flowering planting bed at the base of the mountain that rose just behind it. To one end of that bed stood an old chimney, the portal, of which the caretaker said the fae called “the tower” that allowed them to pass from their world to ours. I had reached a point of blissful meditation on the mountain and wasn’t even thinking of faeries when one of the women who worked at the retreat grabbed my arm and exclaimed, “There she is!” I all but jumped out of my skin, jolted from my peaceful state, but when I looked in the direction the lady was pointing sure enough there was a brilliant blue spark wafting through the dark night. It glided down the mountain and came to exactly where the lady had dragged me. Mere inches from my body, the light circled my midsection. I felt very much like it was regarding me as much as I was observing it. The blue spark drifted amongst us, weaving between all of our bodies, squeezing between tree limbs, rising above our heads and sweeping past our feet.

The whole time I had this chatter in my head, ticking off the things the flying light could be. I wasn’t intentionally trying to disprove what was right in front of me; rather, it was more like a reflex of my mind reinforcing that it was right in front of me and I had no context to suit it. The spark was bigger than a fire fly and it stayed lit for long intervals. Even when the spark would dim a halo of blue stayed lit several inches out around it. Each of us stood in awe, even the retreat worker, watching the blue light greet us.

About the time that I gave over to the idea that I had no idea what I was witnessing something even more strange happened. A few smaller golden sparks lighted amongst us, but the slightly larger blue one flashed into a big orb. It literally exploded into a blue ball of light as big as my hand, the bright spark at its center growing stronger with luminous force. The spark in the center continued to float out amongst us, dimming and lighting while the glowing ball around it remained consistently lit.
I know what I saw visually and it fits into no other phenomena I can source. Etherically I observed a profoundly peaceful strata of Earth’s experience of itself that required nothing of me but to honor it. There aren’t many better ways to spend a weekend.

Life Anew

Question: Kelley, I feel that my life has come to a standstill, emotionally and as far as what I need to do with my life. I have been a stay-at-home mom, and I need to regain my self-worth and pride. I feel so confused and lost regarding my life purpose. Do you see me getting into the workplace? What field do I have potential in and need to pursue? Regards, R

Thank you for your note, R. I do feel that your life force is a bit fragmented from long facilitating the growth of others around you. Your guides tell me that it’s time to put that level of energy into your spiritual wellbeing. Taking up activities like yoga and meditating to feel the nuances of your life force and learning how to move it will help you greatly in channeling your energy and overall direction in life. I keep seeing the need for you to draw your energy upward through your crown to reconnect with your guides and higher aspects of yourself, and let your guides draw your life force down, root you into this realm more fully. Perhaps visualizing them doing this downward gesture would be helpful, as you see yourself lifting your internal light as high as you can around you. I do see that you are very ready to let your children move on along their paths. You aren’t hiding any intentions of drawing them back in or wanting them to stay as reliant on you as they have been. Your relationship with them is very healthy and they are very healthy as a result of that bond. You are all ready to move forward along your paths with new independence. Having said that, I see you very involved in the spiritual development of children, particularly little girls. There are also very mundane tangents in the instruction your guides are showing me that involves teaching young girls about self-empowerment early in their lives through their connection to Nature. It seems that you have a very easy rapport with animals, the environment, plants, etc, and I see you furthering your “Earth science” knowledge both in your own education and interests, and in a shamanic sense (in that you can communicate with Nature very well), and passing this knowledge and ability on to children. Given the spiritual connotations of that work I don’t see you conveying your knowledge in a traditional classroom. I see that part of your own studies will be conventional as well as focused in spiritual study and initiations with mentors. The arena in which you work with children is very much a private community that fosters environmental care, scientific knowledge, connecting with the spiritual nature of all things, and sees you and your ability to bridge those as a vital contributor to their establishment. I do see that you feel very shy about rising up in yourself and standing firmly in this realm. The education you receive in pursuing your love of all facets of Nature is going to revive your confidence and re-awaken your passion for yourself. There is very much a return to your own childlike being in the education that is coming to you, but this time you can be free to approach it with sheer joy. This time you know exactly what you want and that you can bring this new part of your path into being.
Blessings to you, R!

What am I not Seeing?

Question: Hello Kelley ~ I am a 45 year old female (8/26), living in the Detroit area and have been unemployed for the last year and cannot seem to get a break. It’s been a very difficult last year with family issues, having who I thought was my best and oldest friend completely discard me (along with other ‘friends’ who have not truly been there in these difficult times), having a financial strain and along with it absolutely no romantic relationship. I may have made some poor decisions on moving a couple of times that led me to this point and this is not the city that I had planned on living in again. It has been a difficult five years, with the last year (4/2004 to current) being the worst. I do believe that everything happens for a reason, and have tried to learn from my past errors and remain open to possibilities, but things seem to stay dormant. Why has it been so difficult for me? Why can I not seem to get employed or meet someone to form a relationship? What am I not seeing? ~ Thanks and Best, Eliana

Thanks for your note, Eliana. I don’t think it is about what you are not seeing. This stagnation is about what you are not grieving. You have pushed yourself incredibly hard with little or no break, and have given no deeper regard for just how painful things have been, and how much this era has changed you as a person. I’m not suggesting you haven’t felt pain, but that you have not dealt with it in such a way as to give a voice and to let it move through and beyond you. Your method of coping has been very active: doing, fixing, solving. All of those are fine, and show your true champion spirit. Your nature is to get up however bruised and battered, and still make sure everyone has a good breakfast. Remember that for every champion out there fighting the good fight is an inner reserve tending the fire. Your fire tender needs attention now. When I ask her what she carries for you, and what you need to acknowledge about her, she says, “Rage. Hurt. Humiliation.” These shadow feelings have been the motivation for the improvements you are trying to make in your life. Acting out of this dark well has stunted your ability to move into free will. You have to release this deeper grief, so that you can make choices not from anger and feelings of betrayal, but from your higher awareness and truth. Take the time that you need to express these feelings as emotions released. Whatever process you need to go through to release them, to recapitulate them in their entirety–writing them down longhand (including the names, situations and events that go along with them), all of your feelings, the entire chronology, thank your champion and your fire tender, then let those emotions be taken away on the smoke of the pages your burn. It doesn’t help you to hold on to them; and letting go can free you immensely to feel better, and create what you want in life around you.

I do feel that you are not in a geographical area that is well suited to you. You thrive best in a small city, where you can feel both the pulse of life, and that of Nature. Tapping into both of those rhythms helps you connect with yourself.

Be well!