Synchronicity - Blood, Stones and Rust
TEMJ 20366 - Synchronicity, Ceremonial Stones, Nature's Language, Spiritual Communion, Wilderness Revelations, Meaningful Encounters, Ancient Wisdom, Sacred Journey, Mystical Experience
Greetings Fellow Earthmonks,
As I sit down to tap out this journal entry, I find myself teetering on the precipice of uncertainty, poised between the desire to share my story and the instinctual urge to safeguard its secrets. For what I am about to recount delves deep into the heart of the unknown—a journey fraught with mystery, magic, and the ever-present specter of the unseen. And yet, here I am, compelled by a force beyond comprehension to lay bare the truth of my encounter—a truth that defies logic and reason, leading me down a path fraught with uncertainty and peril.
Part of me hesitates, wary of the repercussions of revealing what transpired in the secluded depths of the woodland. In truth, the struggle to commit these words to paper has been arduous, fraught with doubt and trepidation. The wiser part of me cautions against breathing another word about the events that unfolded, warning of the potential consequences of delving too deeply into nature's mysteries. Yet, another part—the braver, more adventurous facet of my being—implores me to cast aside my reservations and forge ahead with my tale.
For in the heart of the unknown, amidst the whispering boughs of the ancient forest, I unraveled nature's enigma and found communion with the unseen. What transpired in those sacred moments defies explanation, defies rationality, defies the very fabric of reality itself.
And so, dear reader, if you choose to embark upon this journey with me, be forewarned: what lies ahead may challenge your perception of the world around you, may shake the very foundations of your beliefs, and may lead you into the depths of the unknown. So join me, if you dare, as we venture into the heart of the unknown—a portal to the unseen, a gateway to the mysteries that lie beyond the veil of perception.
But fear not, for in the unraveling of nature's enigma, there lies a glimmer of understanding, a glimpse of truth amidst the shadows—a truth that, once revealed, may forever alter the course of your journey through life.
A Chance Encounter
During my recent hike through Huntington State Park, I had the pleasure of meeting a woman, her son, and their playful dog near the park entrance. They were newcomers to the area and were curious about the park's history and features.
As we chatted, I learned that they were intrigued by the old wire fencing surrounding the park and were eager to know its significance. I also had the opportunity to share some fascinating tidbits about the park's past, including insights into the original estate through old black and white photographs I had with me.
It was heartwarming to see their genuine interest and enthusiasm for learning about the area. Before parting ways, I shared a link to The Earthmonk journal, hoping it would provide them with even more insight and appreciation for this beautiful natural space.
Encounters like these remind me of the power of connection and shared curiosity, making every visit to Huntington State Park a memorable experience. However, what was to happen after this chance encounter was even more memorable.
Tracking Wildlife
Seeking Bear Signs
Venturing deeper into Huntington State Park, my primary goal was to seek out any traces of wildlife, particularly signs of bears. Recalling a previous encounter here with bear sign on a black birch tree a year or two ago, I was drawn to revisit that location. Despite the early season, I remained optimistic about what I might discover.
As I trekked off the beaten path towards the familiar area, my eyes remained keenly focused on the forest floor, searching for any telltale tracks or markings. Along the way, I stumbled upon an unexpected discovery—a 20-foot length of rope, neatly tied around a tree trunk twenty feet above the ground. How did it get there?
Curiosity piqued, I inspected the rope closely, noting its relatively new appearance. However, its purpose remained elusive; it didn't seem to serve any obvious function, such as a makeshift swing or tether.
The mystery of the rope added an intriguing layer to my wilderness exploration, prompting me to ponder its origin and significance as I continued my quest for bear signs amidst the tranquil beauty of the park.
Unraveling Nature's Enigma
The Mysterious Boulder
Further immersing myself in the wilderness of Huntington State Park, I followed the trail deeper into the woodland, my senses attuned to every rustle and whisper of the forest. Amidst the serenity, my attention was drawn to a conspicuous landmark just off the trail—a sizable boulder.
Approaching it from the rear, I was struck by its unusual features. The boulder possessed an uncanny triangular or pyramidal shape, with distinct fractures running through its surface. Curiously, large rocks were stacked atop one another around its base, reminiscent of a precarious game of Jenga.
But the most captivating feature lay at its center—a gaping keyhole, as if nature had carved out a perfect aperture straight through the heart of the boulder. Peering through this natural portal, I was transfixed by the view beyond, a glimpse into the hidden depths of the woodland.
As I lingered in the presence of this enigmatic boulder, I couldn't help but marvel at the mysteries concealed within the heart of nature, each discovery serving as a testament to the enduring allure of the wilderness.
Communing with Nature
Seeking Connection
Taking a moment to pause in the presence of the intriguing boulder, I felt compelled to reflect on the teachings of indigenous peoples, particularly their belief in the animate nature of all things—the notion that every rock, tree, and creature possesses its own spirit, consciousness, and intelligence.
Inspired by this perspective, I decided to engage in a quiet experiment of my own. With reverence, I placed my left hand upon the rough surface of the boulder and closed my eyes, seeking to connect with its supposed spirit or energy. In the stillness of the forest, I concentrated, opening myself to the possibility of a profound encounter.
However, despite my earnest efforts, I found myself enveloped only by the chill of the stone beneath my palm. Disheartened but undeterred, I whispered a silent plea within my mind: “I ask for permission, and I ask for a sign."
For a timeless moment, I held this thought, allowing it to permeate the silent expanse around me. Yet, as I opened my eyes and withdrew my hand from the boulder, no mystical revelation unfolded before me. The forest remained unchanged, its secrets guarded by the stoic silence of the ancient boulder. So onward I went, seeking a sign.
Journeying Onward
A Past Offering
Gathering my belongings and regaining my composure, I felt a pull towards another intriguing rock formation in the distance. I had stumbled upon this rock formation during a previous excursion—a boulder-rock outcropping tucked away, off the beaten trail. Though it was a short distance away, its allure beckoned me with a sense of familiarity and reverence.
Reflecting on my past visits to this special place, I recalled the tradition of making offerings practiced by indigenous cultures. Inspired by this custom, I once had left a humble offering of tobacco upon the rocky altar during one of my previous encounters with this rock formation.
As I approached the site once more, anticipation mingled with a hint of trepidation, unsure of what to expect. However, what unfolded next took me entirely by surprise, defying all logical explanation and leaving me utterly astonished.
The First Revelation
Drawn Blood
As I continued along the route, my mind still abuzz with thoughts of the mysterious boulder-rock formation ahead, I paused to capture a snapshot of the serene surroundings. It was in this fleeting moment that I felt a peculiar sensation in the palm of my left hand—a subtle prickling that drew my attention downward. Turning my hand over, palm facing up, I was taken aback to discover a small cut, its edges tinged with a faint trace of blood.
Initially dismissing it as a minor inconvenience, I wiped away the blood and carried on, eager to reach my destination. Despite the initial unease stirred by this unexpected occurrence, I pressed onward, the allure of the boulder-rock outcrop beckoning me ever closer.
The Second Revelation
A Gathering of Stones
As I neared the vicinity of the boulder-rock outcrop, my attention was unexpectedly diverted by a sight that stirred within me a sense of profound intrigue and reverence. Perched upon another, nearby, weathered boulder lay a collection of stones, meticulously arranged in what appeared to be a deliberate pattern—a sight reminiscent of ceremonial stonework attributed to Native American traditions.
Driven by an instinctual curiosity, I found myself drawn away from the route towards this unexpected discovery. But as if guided by some unseen force, my gaze shifted once again, revealing yet another set of stones stacked upon a neighboring boulder.
Captivated by the inexplicable proliferation of these stone formations, I paused to document the scene, capturing its enigmatic essence through the lens of my camera. Yet, what transpired next defied all expectations as I embarked on a surreal journey of discovery.
Over the course of the ensuing minutes, time seemed to blur as I uncovered a multitude of similar stone formations scattered across the knoll. Each stack, or "SOB”, (stones on a boulder) as I came to call them, stood as a silent sentinel amidst the fading light of the late afternoon sun.
As the golden rays cast their warm embrace upon the knoll, illuminating the sacred landscape with a ethereal glow, I stood in awe of the profound interconnectedness that bound these humble stones together—a testament to the enduring legacy of those who had come before me.
Disclaimer
In this exploration, I deliberately withhold the precise location of what I believe is the ceremonial stonework, valuing the preservation of its historical integrity. Resolute in my commitment to ethical exploration, I refrain from collecting or disturbing any artifacts, ensuring the site retains its historical context. I take only pictures and record GPS coordinates which meticulously document the site for archaeological and historical records.
My intention is to engage with local authorities, including historical societies, tribal councils, and archaeology departments. If the site proves of Native American origin, respecting tribal sovereignty is paramount. I am eager to collaborate with tribal members, especially those overseeing cultural resource departments, to collectively safeguard and preserve this significant heritage. My endeavors are rooted in a profound understanding and appreciation of our interconnected history. Please feel free to leave me a comment below or email me at Earthmonk@duck.com.
As the golden hues of the late afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a warm embrace, I remained rooted in silent reverence, absorbing the tranquil beauty of the land and basking in a spiritual communion with nature. However, as the shadows lengthened and the daylight began to wane, I knew it was time to bid farewell to this sacred sanctuary and begin my journey back.
The Third Revelation
A Rustic Antiquity
Turning towards the familiar path leading back to the trailhead and my parked car, I set forth with a sense of contentment, each step guiding me closer to the comforts of home. Yet, as I ventured onward, a sudden movement caught my eye—a fleeting glimpse of something amidst the dense foliage, just beyond my peripheral vision.
Curiosity piqued, I turned my gaze towards the woods, and there, nestled amongst the underbrush, sat an unexpected relic of bygone days—an old camp stove, weathered and worn yet imbued with a timeless resilience.
Approaching the rustic stove, I observed its sturdy cast iron construction, its once-polished surface now weathered by the passage of time. Despite its rusty appearance, the stove bore the unmistakable signs of functionality, with both drafting vents sliding open and closed with ease.
As I surveyed this unexpected discovery, a profound realization washed over me—a recognition that I had been granted not one, but three signs on this auspicious afternoon. From the subtle cut upon my left palm to the enigmatic arrangement of stones upon the sacred boulders, and now the silent sentinel of the camp stove, each revelation served as a poignant reminder of the interconnectedness of all things and the enduring presence of the spirits that dwell within the land.
Closing Reflections
A Harmony of Revelation
As I stood in quiet contemplation amidst the fading light of the forest, I couldn't help but reflect upon the triplet of revelations that had unfolded before me. Each sign, though disparate in form, wove together a narrative of connection—a testament to the subtle yet profound ways in which the land speaks to those who listen with open hearts.
With the memory of the three revelations etched into my consciousness, I continued my journey homeward, carrying with me a renewed sense of awe and wonder for the mysteries of the natural world. As I retraced my steps along the familiar trail, the memories of that transformative afternoon lingered in my mind, a reminder of the sacred bond that unites all living beings in a shared journey through time and space.
And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows lengthened across the forest floor, I offered a silent prayer of gratitude to the spirits of the land, knowing that their wisdom would guide me always on the path of discovery and enlightenment.
With each step forward, I carried with me the echoes of that sacred communion, a testament to the timeless beauty and boundless wonder of the world around us.
And as the forest whispered its final farewell, I knew that I would forever cherish the memory of that extraordinary afternoon—a day filled with mystery, magic, and the gentle touch of the divine.
In the end, it was not the signs themselves that mattered most, but rather the profound sense of connection and reverence they inspired—a reminder that, in the grand network of existence, we are all but nodes connecting together in the universe of creation.
With a heart full of gratitude and a spirit renewed, I journeyed onward into the dusk, carrying with me the eternal wisdom of the land and the promise of new adventures yet to come.
Trails End
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