I have just spent four days in the favorite lands of the “Nez Perce, ” the summer grazing and autumn hunting grounds of the Wallowa Valley. I was attracted to them by their natural beauty, but this time I left them with something much deeper.

I stayed at Lake Wallowa State Park, a very large and popular camping site located on the southern coast of the deep blue lake of icy waters. Tucked into a shaded corner of the busy camp, it was almost like being in another world. On the other side of the lake were huge motor homes and campers, while I camped in my modest tent. And yet, if it weren't for all the many modern amenities, without electricity it could have been a great camp on the shores of the lake. Well, maybe not.

During four nights I was in the camp there was a program at dusk about the war in Nez Perce that took place in 1877. When the American government decided that the untreated Nez Perce needed to leave or be moved to the localized reservation at that time on the Clearwater River in Idaho. One thing led to another, with gunshots or flying arrows, and the Nez Perce found themselves escaping from the US Navy in the spring, crossing flood-borne rivers while trying to gather thousands of horses and cattle, as well as its beautiful women, children and the elderly. A group of 100 warriors was everything that protected people in their dangerous journey, made more painful and sad because they were leaving lands that they loved with all their hearts, the Wallowa Valley, the "Eagle Cap" [the Eagle's Crown, which are the mountains to the south], and the shores of Lake Wallowa, near where the bones of their ancestors were buried and where they had traditionally caught salmon in the fall.

On the last morning of my trip I stopped at the Iwetemlaykin National Heritage Site (ee-weh-Temm-lye-kinn), a new state park (2009) that commemorates the heritage of the Nez Perce and the power of the place as it was experienced by people who now live in the area. I had traveled through the site several times but it had never taken me a while to get out and walk around. However, this time I felt urged to walk on the sacred ground and feel what I was going to feel… and take some pictures from the high grasslands of the terminal moraine.

As I walked through the grassy mountains of the glacial moraine, watching the massive slopes of the "Chief Joseph" Mountain rising above the valley, I felt the presence of an Indian warrior looking through my eyes. His presence was very strong, but not overwhelming. I felt his sorrow, pain, and longing as we watched the valley, the trees, the grasslands and the mountains.

As I do frequently, I said a prayer for the dead and those fragments that could continue to roam the place, as often happens in times of death and hardship. As this site was the beginning of the Nee Mee Poo trail, the route that the Nez Perce took to escape in 1877, it is very understandable that there could be some remaining energies in place. And it was already a sacred place, a place of power.

We talked, I heard ... the words are not important but the feeling of being grateful for my words, which was clear. I always call the Legions of Archangel Michael to take the spirits to the Light to heal, to rest and recover. I have been doing this, when necessary, for many years.

Years ago, in 1994, I walked through a cemetery in downtown Idaho, near the Salmon River, and in doing so 'picked up' a larger entity or two. I soon found myself in the midst of an entity-induced psychosis, and I even spent a couple of weeks in a psychiatric hospital . It was an important spiritual initiation for me, and one of which I recovered thanks to the help and assistance of a healing friend.

However, this time having an energetic body awake from a tetrahedron star as protection, I felt no entity overwhelming my consciousness, no threat. And the being I was talking to was a noble man, proud, compassionate and lover of freedom and open spaces, like me. It was as if we were related spirits. As I had a life or two as a Native American and at least one as 'sachem' or 'sacred man, ' I felt an affinity for this being, who called himself “White Cloud”.

No, it was not José, young or old, who spoke to me nor was it important if it could have been. This was a man, a being who had experienced being in this place and came in response to the presence of the Light that I carry to free him. On the way home, we talk more. White Cloud / White Cloud told me that many of the Nez Perce alive today are the reincarnated beings of the soldiers who persecuted the Nez Perce, balancing their karma caused during those difficult times. It is certainly not true in the case of all Nez Perce or any people, but beings do seek to balance bad deeds when they can. In this time of an end of one era and the beginning of another it is important to free as much as possible so that in the end there is no need to reward him in another life. Now, this was not the end of my journey on my early hike through the heritage site [the site of the old Rancho Marr consisting of 53 acres of sidewalks, a river, two irrigation ditches, trees and grasslands overlooking the Valley Wallowa and the Wallowa Mountains.

Shortly after my prayer for the release of the dead, I saw a little black bear in the tan phase running through the grass. I was very surprised to see a bear in plain sight, in the open, just above a busy road, and it was very similar to my power animal, a great reddish eye. I saw it as a sign that the local spirits had accepted my prayer. I was truly touched by the sight and meaning. For Native Americans, the bear symbolizes healing and strength. The bear stopped momentarily on its flight, rose and looked at me, and then quickly disappeared through the willows at the end of the hill.

When I returned to the car, the feeling of sorrow I had felt while walking along the path had diminished greatly. Now there was a feeling of lasting peace, while white clouds floated up in the blue skies of northeastern Oregon. I took a couple of pictures of the mountains and soon after I started back home on the Blues back home, driving through the land that had once been home to another town.

Maybe some readers could consider my experience as my imagination. I don't care, I know what I felt, I heard what I heard, and I experienced the power of the place and the power of walking between two worlds while I am alive in a physical body. There is much waiting for those of us who are determined to ascend. We will be able to initiate a change and heal simply through our presence. I do not write these words with pride, but with humility and giving thanks for trusting this work.

I am not externally driven to do these things; they come in a natural way just as the rain reaches the mountains. I am beginning to understand that the Spirit that lives in this aging body is bigger than it is , and it is continuously settling more inside this vehicle. Physical ass every day.

Since arriving in the area where I live now I have spent some time exploring the nearby hills, valleys and mountains. I know now that there is a purpose in my wanderings and wanderings with our presence we can help clear the lands where we live. If we cannot clear the people around us (she must do her own cleaning) we can assist nature to recover by releasing the old energies not aligned in any way that occurs to us. We all have our own way of focusing our work. It is the gift of being unique individuals, holding unique facets of the Diamond Light of the Creator within us. .

Also, even though a land could appear to be empty or without much in the form of being inhabited by humans, all parts of our planet have been impacted by humans. Our bodies are the gift of the Mother; They are part of the planet's web. So I feel that it is important to do what we can to help our Mother Earth in her recovery and ascent to higher frequencies.

Standing on the shores of the blue lake, watching the seagulls dive into fish, tried to visualize how it would have felt more than a hundred years ago, knowing that This was his place. The power of the place is real and can be felt in special places all over the planet, but the place that we all carry within us at all times is the sanctuary of our heart, a place for healing and connection. n with the Higher Self. Part of the trajectory is discovering this place and sacred inner connection. And part of the journey extends outward, as we travel through our physical world meeting people and experiencing large and small adventures, such as mine.

Those of us who are actively working on our ascension, those who have come as stellar beings "walk-ins" (like Wes Annac), know that we walk between two worlds. Our eyes cannot see everything that exists in this world, much less the world of the Spirit, but everything can be felt through the center of the heart, once one has found his way to this sacred place within his own body.

Finding out what I had seen and experienced during my trip, my friend Eric commented:

“Well, now you know why you had to go. Geez, what a wonder! It's amazing when it becomes personal, a message on your face like that harmonizes you in a more powerful way. The energies you felt were left behind, planted so that they were there for you.

It is wonderful to channel the energies as you did, while in contact with the earth and the past it has been, walking between two worlds truly. But that's why I like to spend so much time alone. Other people can be a distraction merely because of their presence. But distractions are planned too, you just have to flow with them. ”

I know what he is saying about appreciating the time one spends alone. Being in a large state park around many strangers would have been a challenge for me not so long ago, but this time I managed very well. I could even create a place for myself while the spaces next to me were not taking up all the time I was there; It was as if I were inside my own protected Light Dome, and I was - a place of peace in the chaos of a modern meeting place. Actually, in general people were very friendly or just ignored me, as if I wasn't there. And for some I probably wasn't.

So this little journey is over, but a new one always begins. I hope to meet some of you in it. You loved it

I AM Elizabeth / Tazjima Amariah Kumara, her sister in the Light and in Love.

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Walking Between Two Worlds, a Personal Path, by Elizabeth Ayres