It all started in Yosemite...

Having reared my children, I decided, to head off with a soulmate on a six month, USA, Canadian and Australian trip. Part of our itinerary was Yosemite National Park, north of San Francisco. I had no knowledge of the area, but having a love of rivers, mountains, waterfalls and the wilderness, it felt exciting to just go and explore. Nothing could have prepared me for the very emotional and powerful experience that was to follow. I must explain that I was aware for a very long time, of a male Indian spirit guide, who is always with me – this feels like a presence, an image, a feeling , a knowing that I became aware of during meditation and while doing healing sessions.

On entering the Park, I felt strangely emotional and felt a strong Indian reservation presence, and instantly I was aware this had been my homeland in a past life (never had I experienced such a powerful sense of belonging in a place newly visited by me). I could “see” the Indians astride their horses on the mountaintops, “hear” their hollors and voices, “see” vividly the patterns on the blankets that covered their horses and “feel” the most powerful and intense connection to them. These images, sounds and feelings were as close to being actual, in the present moment, as I had ever experienced.

While meditating here, I felt constantly surrounded by Indian spirits and I “heard” in a voice that was loud and clear that they called me ‘WHITE FEATHER’. I felt very emotional during this meditation, as I have always loved and gathered white feathers. I felt I had been a shaman or medicine woman here in the past. Some six months or so later, after I had returned to Ireland, an Australian psychic or visionary artist, called Lynn, came at our request to do some work here. She attunes to people’s spirit guides and angels and draws an imprint of them. When it came to me, she said mine was to be a past life drawing, of an old Indian medicine woman or shaman , and she said she was not allowed to finish the picture, without putting in the white feather. This was amazing as I had told her nothing of my visit to Yosemite, my knowing I had been a medicine woman or of the meditation where I had heard my name spiritually was ‘WHITE FEATHER’.

My visit to Yosemite, was a pilgrimage, a coming home, a meditative journey full of utter bliss and joy and also some tears and sadness. I did not want to leave, but like everything the time came to an end, so I gathered the gifts of Yosemite in my heart and took them with me, to enhance all that is to be my future. Maybe you will visit this magical place someday. I intend to visit again.