Arriving in Asheville felt like we were not quite welcome. Our flight had been delayed three times and instead of getting in and getting to the hotel by eight in the evening, we arrived at the hotel at one in the morning. I long since stopped being attached to literally anything, while traveling, so I laughed the whole time. How could it matter what did or didn’t happen?
But, looking back, I wonder if there was something that wished I didn’t come…
That night, I dreamt of the Biltmore Estate without knowing it. I try not to look too far into any given thing I may choose to experience in a new place, because I want to truly experience it on my own — so, while I knew the Biltmore existed and that I’d probably go check it out, I really knew nothing other than that it had been a Vanderbilt residence.
In the dream, which was actually a Dream-Walking in which I actually visited the Biltmore, I was met by one who is essentially my highest-level Guide. He doesn’t often show up or interact all that directly. I imagine he’s busy. He tells me it is actually that I’m not always able to be so clear or present at that level of vibration or what you might call purity. I’m sure that’s more realistic than that he’s too busy for me!
Sufficed to say: I pay attention when he’s around.
He was explaining to me that I was going to be quite sick because of the Spiritual Pressure. If you’ve watched the anime ‘Bleach’ because you’re a dork like me, then you will laugh like I did that he expressed it in that way, or that my mind perceived the concept in those terms. While laughing, I joked with him that EVERY time he was around I would become sick from the Spiritual Pressure. He really wanted me to be serious. I know I’m often vexing to some of my Guides, in this way…I tend to wander, leap before looking, and run with glee into situations that deserve far more seriousness and forethought…
For those of you who aren’t familiar with Spiritual Channeling, Healing Work, or Light Work, it can make you ill to be filled by, surrounded by, near to, or actively channeling a high amount of Light or Spiritual Energy. Most often, people become dizzy, light-headed, head-achey, or nauseous. If it isn’t too much but it is passing through and causing effects in you, you may experience the more pleasant signs of Spiritual Energy moving through via muscular releases, organ shifting, tears flowing, yawning, and needing to stretch or move.
When my Guide told me I would be sick and I joked with him about how his presence always made me sick, we were standing in the Billiards Room of the Biltmore, I just didn’t know it until the next day.
I hadn’t planned on going to the Biltmore that day, I had actually planned on going on the Solstice, today, as I’m writing this. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I do what I’m told, when it is coming from Source. I woke up in the morning KNOWING I was going to the Biltmore, despite that I had really only wanted to have a relaxing day and do a lot of nothing, my first day in town.
I went where I was told. I saw the sign out front as we arrived stating that the place had been designed by architect Hunt and grounds-architect Olmstead, two artists who feature in a book I just so happen to be reading right now, called ‘Devil in the White City’. The Universe loves to play with us, in these ways, reminding us that all of this, every step, has been planned.
Entering into the property I felt instantly an ancient consciousness peering at me, literally deciding whether or not I would be allowed to enter. I understood quite clearly that the land itself was sacred, had always been sacred, and was powerful beyond measure.
While I know the bloodline families of this world have worked to possess and control very specific lands for their energetic access, I was not expecting this level of energy and ancient presence.
The strangest thing is that I felt instantly, as well, a deep joy to be ‘coming back home’ and an identification with someone named Clarice or Clarissa who was deeply in love with horses. I would love if anyone can help me find this person in history, associated with these lands. There was not just the joy, but a powerful sadness, too. No trauma memories or darkness came with this consciousness. These feelings remained strongly present the entire time I was there. I am not sure, as I’ve still not had time to really process any of this, whether this is yet another past life of mine or whether this was a separate consciousness — either way, it became obvious that I was allowed to enter because of this identification with this consciousness. Whether this was help afforded me by that Soul or my own past life come back to assist, I’ll have to go digging deeper to know…
When we reached the main gates to the estate court and central building, I understood access had been granted. It wasn’t the same as just being allowed to be physically there, like everyone else, it was a spiritual access. I didn’t know, at that time, why it mattered, but I called in all my Allies and Guides for whatever the purpose might end up being. The rest of every step I took and every thought I had or energy I held was one hundred percent by Guidance. I do what I’m told, if I’m told, and I was told.
I was first Guided to climb a little wall at the far end of the palatial grounds and, at the top, to continue up a large green that literally no other humans were anywhere near. I have no idea if I was supposed to go here or not, given that no one else was anywhere and no signs indicated that I should. I ascended for exactly two minutes and twenty two seconds until I reached a statue of Diana. I performed a little releasing ritual, a little honoring and gratitude, a little forgiveness, and a little celebration. Who can say exactly why. It felt like she and many others had been…misused.
I then descended down and went inside. In every room, I felt like I’d been there, I understood I had at least literally been there astrally the night prior, and then I understood that there was a lot more going on than I was consciously aware of. Because I had been granted access and felt like I was home, joyous and sad to be home, I couldn’t sense even a drop of negativity. I mentioned on my show, last night, that I literally spent the next few hours so incredibly confused about why there was no negativity, not even a drop. I was so happy, I could literally feel the ancient power of the earth in that location reaching up through me and connecting with the height of Heaven to clasp onto one another and open an overwhelmingly gigantic tunnel of pure light, brighter than any I’ve ever see in Ceremony before.
I just held it open and rolled with it through every room they let me move through and, in every room, I honored the joy and love that many humans had felt in designing, constructing, working on, and living on this land in this building and those associated with it.
I felt only these things.
Every gargoyle, dragon, owl, compass and square had a different energy than I expected. They were protectors, guidance points of reminders that life should be cherished, uplifted, brought through the darkness and back to the light, understood, constructed, and guided. You may understand this, too: all things are neutral and can be used for good or evil; no symbol is inherently evil.
When I moved out of the building and back to the grounds, I understood how much preservation was here: art and human craftsmanship through centuries, all collected and preserved here. This too, was a part of the joy and the sadness I felt. There were once brilliant minds and high intentions associated with this work…
The gardens whispered stories of the sacrifices made to keep ancient lineages of energy and wisdom growing through times of destruction and I had never thought of it: that our ancestors cultured specific plants and lineages for us and, in this modern world, so many of those are lost or destroyed.
But not here.
And though something never wanted me to come here to bring this light portal, to unlock what was repressed and ancient, and to invite back and salvage what had always been good, true, and beautiful, perhaps even in the midst of and face of evil itself, they couldn’t stop this inevitability: that the light would return.
Even here.
When I left, overwhelmed by how I had just spent four hours and forty four minutes performing cleansing, healing, and releasing without fully intending to until I was in the thick of it, I was exhausted. My body was already starting to rebel at all that work, but I didn’t really know it yet, despite the few rashes and fatigue.
I fell asleep and woke up ruined.
My entire body had doubled in size. I was swollen from head to toe. I was exhausted even though I had just slept ten hours. I was inflamed in every way and my head pounded.
I spent the morning just trying to regain some semblance of health. I stayed in the bed for seventeen hours straight, not getting up for anything. I called in all the healing I could and began to release some of this massive energy. I used all my tools and then it hit me: I was sick. I was not sick because of my Guide’s presence. I was sick because I had just worked deep and ancient magic to heal a deep and ancient wound on the property of some deep and ancient dark sorcerers.
Oops.
Now that I really understood everything that had just occurred and had begun the healing for myself, I was starving and needed some herbal medicine, so I went out walking again. It was fine until I was suddenly and viciously nearly literally knocked down by a wind gust that did not seem to touch any of the nearby people on the street. They all looked at me like I was dangerous and scurried away and, while I fixed my hair and grounded, wondering if I were being attacked or if it were just the weather, I looked up and realized I had just stepped on the grounds of the Biltmore corporate offices. No joke. As I literally saw the sign and understood what might be happening, the wind returned and tried to throw water from a nearby fountain in my face — so I got Lindsey-stubborn and walked my glorious energy right through their stupid courtyard, at which point the wind gusted at me yet again and literally ripped apart the umbrella I had borrowed from the hotel.
It isn’t even that stormy out. It is a light rain with some light breezes. Not a single other person in this busy, downtown area seemed affected. Those who noticed me being affected seemed offended.
As I left the courtyard and turned to go downtown, a homeless and deranged person across the street yelled, “Hey, Lindsey!”
You might have thought I would look up and ask him what he wanted, but you’d have forgotten that this has happened to me before. Sometimes attack comes through other people, especially if they are wide open and vacant of themselves. So I did not respond and kept walking, at which point he began to yell at me that I was going to die and that nothing could stop it. That would be scary if I didn’t already know it was just darkness trying to get the best of me, so I continued to carry my spiritual armor and walk on…
The most interesting thing is that, as I kept walking, his voice changed and he began to instead say that I was being guided, protected as I walked, and not to fear… I have actually never had the channels switch like that, mid stream. I felt buoyed. I looked up right then and saw another magnolia bloom in a rare sunbeam that had broken through the clouds.
We have protection and messages all around us, most of them good, most of the time. We only have to look.
There were a few more minor attacks, but now that I knew what was really going on in this place, I understood. It gets easier, once you know.
I wish you could feel it: the portal of light that has been shifted into high gear, here. I know now it had to happen before the Solstice, for whatever reason. I know that Clarice or Clarissa helped immensely, whoever she is. She was like a cloak I was able to wear to sneak the flame into the dark… I know that there is gratitude pouring out from so many souls over so many hundreds of years from that physical place. I know that I may have been ripped apart a little, but I was warned and did not turn back at the warning and, because it cost me something, I was also met with Grace and offered healing and to be put back together again.
When we open ourselves to the highest good and offer ourselves in the movement of what is Good, True, and Beautiful on Earth, Heaven can work through us in the most powerful ways and, in the end, all that can come of it is good, even if there’s some hiccoughs along the way that seem a little scary.
There is nothing scarier than allowing evil to remain with a foothold, oppressing and using energies of light for dark deeds and I’m up for opening up the portals of light any day.
Perhaps something didn’t welcome us, in coming here, but something entirely different and more powerful did more than welcome: it protected, healed, and nourished myself and all of Creation and I am grateful and humbled by it…
Thank you for the opportunity to serve, Asheville.
ye gads, I remember when my life was like that. I have become so lazy... the goDz must be crazeee.
The fish photo is sublime.
Thanks for sharing and normalizing being alive and in the service of COATI.
Magnolias are also ancient and have evolved to be pollinated by beetles, since modern insects like bees did not exist yet. What a wonderful story!