© Copyright 10-13-2008 By Dana Shino, The Purple Phoenix, LLC www.thepurplephoenix.com Sometimes the things we think we are consciously choosing to do for certain reasons transform into completely different experiences than we anticipate in the first place. This was the case when I traveled to Cañon City Metaphysical Fair in late June of this year. How I chose to attend the fair in the first place was a story in and of itself. In late April, early May I was feeling the twinges of removing myself from a local metaphysical fair I had given verbal agreement to participate in at the end of June. I value the word I give to others, so when Spirit began tugging at me to disengage from the event, I had a personal integrity problem in canceling on something I said I would do. But, Spirit was pretty insistent, so I let go of the event. As if on cue, within 24 hours of doing so, I received a phone call from Marlene at New Age Imports in Cañon City, Colorado inviting me to join her metaphysical fair on the same weekend I had just cleared. I later learned she woke up one morning with the psychic tug to look up psychics in Durango. The Purple Phoenix was the first listing to pop up on the web, so she emailed me, but those emails rebounded. Eventually, she made the phone call to me on the prompting of another local vendor there, Linda, who turned out to be my neighbor at the show! When Marlene called, I just happened to be at home. Marlene and Linda literally ‘called me in’ to the show. Spirit obviously was canceling me from one show to attend the next, so, I agreed on the spot to be there. When I hung up the phone, I energetically touched in, just to be certain and this is what I was told: “You won’t make a profit at the show, but we need you there for the team. It will not be easy. You’ll learn some valuable lessons. Will you do it?” Energetically, I registered ample dark energies at the location. I knew Spirit meant “Spirit Team” when they referred to team; team being other like kind souls on this side and spirit beings on the other side. I was anxious about the entire event, but I agreed. So, almost two months later, at the end of June 2008, I drove from Durango to Cañon City, Colorado for the show. I had hoped Bob would join me. We’d begun to make my show trips across the state quasi fishing trips for him. Bob opted out on the trip, needing to stay home and settle us into our new residence. So, I went alone. As usual, the drive was beautiful and I enjoyed the scenery across the state. I especially enjoyed the canyon driving between Salida and Cañon City. Most of the trip I listened to my Ipod, putting it on shuffle and listening to the random pieces as they came to the surface. As I neared Cañon (what the locals call their city in abbreviated terms), the Ipod abruptly shifted from music over to several speeches by Martin Luther King, Jr. (Several years ago I became mesmerized listening to Dr. King’s old speeches and put many of them on my Ipod). As I neared Cañon City, his voice boomed out and shivers ran up and down my spine and all over my skin. I don’t remember the exact speech I was listened to, but I got the message. It was energetic show time. Not much later, I came around a curve in the road, leaving the beautiful canyons and river behind and felt the full frontal energetic assault of Cañon City, Colorado on my psyche. I wasn’t ready. It was heavy. It felt darker and I felt something unreasonably unwelcoming close in around me. I didn’t feel as safe as I had been on the drive over. The first thing I saw was a state penitentiary at the west end of town. In my innocence, I assumed that was ‘the’ prison for the state. I was later to learn there were twelve prisons in Cañon City, Colorado including one Super Max facility, a federal prison. Welcome to Cañon, I thought and I felt myself energetically suck it up, my radar go on red alert, and I set extra protection up around my truck. I was beginning to see what Spirit meant by being there for the team. I drove directly through town, looking first for the location of the metaphysical fair. Marlene told me the show was at the Abbey Field House on the west end of town. Sure enough, at the west end of town, a gigantic Abbey loomed up on the north side of the road (it was one of those ‘can’t miss’ locations). I pulled onto the side road and drove around until I found the Abbey Field House. I thought, wow, its one end or the other in this town. If you don’t get saved by God, you go to prison. It felt very dramatic. I was also impressed by Marlene’s gutsiness to host Cañon City’s first ever metaphysical fair in the heart of the beast: on Catholic grounds. Once I located the show, I turned my truck around and drove back through town to find my motel. I had a room reserved at what the local chamber of commerce said was the cleanest and most up to date for the rates. I found it, went inside to check in and spoke with the woman who helped me set my reservations over the phone. Her accent was thick and I learned she and her husband were from Russia. They’d recently renovated the property and my room was true to billing, inexpensive, recently refurbished and extremely clean. I couldn’t ask for much more than that. Little did I know. I emptied my luggage and show supplies from my truck and settled into the space. Whenever I travel, I always make a habit of setting energetic space within my room and I did the same that evening — setting a big light bubble around the bed and setting up energetic pieces at important points within the room, calling on highest energies and entities, going through my routine. I felt fairly safe, but I could feel the energetic dark dingers zeroing in on me and I felt myself struggling to take hold of my energetic space. The dark source energies were definitely interfering and I wasn’t comfortable or certain about being their alone, but I did the best I could. I wished Bob had joined me. I didn’t sleep very well or very long that night. My antenna was out most of the evening while I restlessly tried to sleep. I didn’t feel energetically and/or physically safe. (Sleeping on the road in foreign beds is less and less palatable to me anyway. As my sensitivities increase, motel and hotel beds are like sleeping in energetic recycle bins. Anything and everything is there and clearing it tends to be difficult.) The morning finally arrived and I mustered myself out of bed, but I found myself struggling with even trying to make myself get ready for the show. This is very unlike me because prior to shows I’m usually amped up, ready for the day. But this particular morning, any number of derogatory and negative thoughts were running through my mind and I was feeling them in my psyche. I felt like an onslaught of darkness was rolling in waves around me and I began considering just driving home and not even going to the show. A few minutes later, Bob called for our morning conversation and I sat on the edge of the bed and the talk helped move me into better spirits. After our conversation, I got up from the bed, walked into the bathroom and began curling my hair. Moments later, I saw a split second dark movement out of the corner of my right eye near my upraised elbow and an instant later I felt the blast of a fire ball out the end of my curling iron rod. I dropped the rod, stifled a scream and backed out of the bathroom. I retreated back to the bed, breathing heavily, almost crying and swearing under my breath. Mother f*****s! I said. That was no accident, I thought. I looked down at my dress. I was wearing an indigo colored batik shift with dragonflies and the blast left a dark scorch mark right about in the center of my heart chakra. Thank god the curling iron hadn’t been in my hair. To me, it felt like the dark was giving me a warning and trying to scare me. Well, I do scare. That morning I was very close to packing up everything and leaving. But I calmed down enough to release my initial panic and then I got pisst. And when I get pisst, it’s no small thing. It’s the Irish temper coming out in me and everyone and everything better be careful. I flung every obscenity in the book at the dark that morning and told them if they were going to scare me back to Durango, they had another thing coming. I had come too far along my path in my life to run home now. I was going to the show. And I did. I knew once I arrived at the show I’d be among Spirit family anyway. So, I finished getting ready, packed my show items, left and ate some breakfast and arrived at the Abbey Field House. When I stepped in the door, Gary Kalipolites was the first person I saw and later he said I was pale and the look on my face was somewhere between ‘thank God’ and ‘looking for a long lost father.’ He gave me a hug, I told him the story and considering his background working within the prison system and living within the city, he believed me. Between parlaying the story to Gary and stepping into the Field House I felt the dark spell break. I was so relieved and I held a new deep respect for anyone living in the area doing light work, energy work and/or psychic work. Cañon was not for the faint of heart. I busied myself settling into the show and tried to put my initial experiences behind me. After the fireball out the end of my curling iron, I wasn’t expecting much from the day. So, despite the age and the grounds the Abbey Field House sat upon, I was impressed with the energetic space setting of the show — it felt energetically great. I was impressed by the numbers of interested people attending this first time show. And most of all, I was happy to be present among common energetic company in a safe place. My morning bell ringer at the motel was only a warm up, as it turned out. My first reading of the day also walloped an energetic punch. As my friend Peggy would say, “I got ka-bonged... again.” The woman asking for the reading appeared benign to me. So, I settled into the reading with her, clearing space with my usual reading warm up. Not too far into the reading though, I knew I was in trouble and not because the energies weren’t flowing. That was the problem. The energies were flowing very powerfully and clearly and this woman absolutely refused to hear what was coming through for her. As the reading progressed, Spirit gradually and continually filled a stream of white and then golden light to me until I felt like I was in a tunnel of white and gold light. Within the light they kept telling me the repeated information to give to her. So, I did. At every turn, this woman fought me and began to get very angry. Then she challenged me. For the first time in a reading I found myself saying over and over again, “I stand beside the truth of the information coming through. I stand beside this truth.” By the end of the reading, she got up in a huff, called me a quack and stormed out, but not before flinging and slinging a heavy dose of psychic attack energy at me. I sat there for a few moments stunned, then reached over, rang my tuning fork to clear and stood up. When I stood, I felt as if my legs were going to go out from under me. Linda, my neighbor vendor, watched the entire exchange from a distance and did not interfere as that was the guidance she was given. But afterwards, she helped me with supplying me with some hot tea and she allowed me to use a grounding crystal that was a beautiful tool – a combination of quartz and copper. The quartz and copper helped me flush the energies from the reading out of me. I coughed it out (hacking up an energetic loogy) and then grounded again. It was, hands down, the toughest reading I ever completed. I survived though and went on to do a good number of readings through the rest of the weekend. Several of the readings brought me new energetic experiences and universal information (that was lovely to learn after the early traumatic energetic experiences I’d already received). It was the first time I clearly energetically saw someone’s energy light field — which was beautiful; however I also viewed where it had been fractured and collapsed. It needed rebuilding. Though I was happy to see the light field I was perplexed to see the collapse. My skill set isn’t developed enough yet to help rebuild someone’s light field. To date, I’ve heard about people being taken upon light ships (UFO’s) so that the Divine Extra Terrestrials can help rebuild their damaged light fields. And I believe we’re at the front end of beginning to do this work ourselves. (For those of you interested in this area, please check on Peggy Dubro and David P. Lapierre’s “Elegant Empowerment – Evolution of Consciousness”; also Richard Bartlett’s “Matrix Energetics” and his website www.matrixenergetics.com). It was also the first time at a show I constructively identified and helped a woman clear vampire energy from her energy field. She used the tools I gave her that day in her home that evening. She returned to the show the next day with her husband. I was heartened by the dramatic improvement in her energetic clarity within just one day. Much of the show proceeded like this: strong energies, breakthroughs and brick walls. I quit expecting and just trusted the ride of the experience as nothing seemed to fit what I had come to observe as regular at shows. By the middle of the first day, however, the experiences from the morning perpetually returned to me and I realized I needed to prepare for stronger energy work in my motel room that evening. I had already done what I knew to do and it hadn’t been enough. I needed help. So, I asked for help and it came in many different forms. One of my first answers was realizing my first obvious mistake: I had thought too small on my first evening there. Since I was tired from traveling and also intimidated by the energies I had only surrounded my bed with a light bubble. There, on the bed, I had felt safer – always retreating to the bed. I needed to make the light bubble much larger. I needed to encompass my entire unit and beyond. When I spoke with Arthur (Himalayan Salt Lamp Arthur from Pagosa Springs, Colorado) who was also at the show about my situation, showing him the scorch mark, he chuckled and said, “Wow. You have good protection. They didn’t get your heart. That’s what they were trying to do.” I asked Arthur to give me his insights on setting space because he is really great at setting energetic boundaries and expelling unwanted energies. He walked me through what he would do. I took notes, wrote it down and took the energy instructions back to my hotel that evening (the wording is written here later). Also, I was drawn again and again to another booth at the show. This was a booth filled with beautiful and powerful Native American Indian drums. This summer Bob and I were drawn into attending the Pathway’s Full Moon Drum Circles (actually, I wanted to go and Bob allowed himself to be drug there. Once there, he really enjoyed them). The Peruvian ritual, the connection with the earth through drumming, the fire, the community, the ancients and the orbs appearing all were such an alive experience for us. It was always primal, fulfilling, clearing and connective. I hadn’t brought my drum to the show, but Bob and I had talked about purchasing another drum, so I chose the one I connected with. The woman, Sally Moon (www.wildmoonwomanenterprises.com) told me the drums she carried were made by Native Americans in the Pacific Northwest. They bow hunted the deer for the hide used in the drums with the intent of making the drums. It was all done by hand. Lastly, in discussing the situation with Linda (Healing Hands and Teas for Chakras, 719-659-2364), my vendor neighbor, she mentioned ‘reading’ the owners of the motel to get a better handle on the relationship between their energetics and the dark energies/entities coming through at their property. I tend not to like to psychically eavesdrop, but I felt my well-being was at stake. So, between the two of us, we confirmed back and forth the impressions we were picking up on and noted that though the owners were happy to be in the United States, they were resentful of so much. It was as if resentment was knit into the fabric of their being. For some reason, their greatest resentment was with family that had not allowed them to come to the states sooner. It was the resentments that were allowing the darknesses to seed there. So, that late afternoon, I returned to my motel room armed with the energies from the day and all my tools. While everyone else attended a drumming that evening to celebrate the Summer Solstice, I began the energetic process to clear myself, my room and reset space. I’ve noticed with my energetic work and working with others, the level of effectiveness is intrinsically linked to the level of powerful belief and intent that is held within the energy work. On the days I hold wishy-washy intent, I get wishy-washy results (very much like the first evening I stayed at the motel in Cañon City). On the days I thunder with resounding sound, belief, intent, light, love, groundedness, calm and power running through my actions, body, thoughts, feelings and energies, those are the day the universe responds resoundingly. I’ve noticed in the spiritual community that many people are just ‘nice’ about it because they don’t want to hurt feelings on this side OR the other side. Well, that works sometimes, but sometimes it’s okay to create space with a little bit of personal thunder. (Not attack, just very powerful presence — there is a difference). So, that evening as I returned to the motel, I cultivated the energies, the intent I wanted to hold in my motel room and I held those every step of the way. Once there, after moving my things into the room, my first step was to take a salt bath, but because there was only a shower, it was more like a salt wash cloth bath out of the ice bucket container using a sea salt water solution (when in doubt, ingeneously solve problems with what you have). It worked fairly well and I could feel the salts peel away the energetic layers and help clear me. I also ran light and called in my highest entities and energies. Once I was as clear as possible, I set up my tools and systematically began working through the energetics. First, I made sure I was completely surrounded at all corners and junctures by stones or energy pieces like my traveling Kwan Yin piece, my feathers, stones, etc. I lit candles and dragon’s blood incense with intent and then I began. I began with the drum. At first, I softly tapped the drum mallet (a stick with padded deer hide at one end) against the deer hide drum, beginning to get a feel for the instrument. It responded and resonated beautifully. As I felt a rhythm coming up, the sound and rhythm grew larger and I followed it, beating on the drum, loosing my inhibitions about pounding on a drum in a motel room. Gradually, I began speaking my intent out loud. Some of it was mine, some of it was the instructions Arthur gave me, some of it was response to the intuited information flowing through me. As I called upon light and entities for help, I felt them almost immediately swoosh into the room (especially Native American Indian energies responding to the drum). As I called, asked and beat the drum to the universe, the universe answered. As the universe answered, so I called more. The cycle grew and grew and grew on itself until I was pounding so loudly on the drum and speaking so powerfully there was nothing else and I was in a swirl of energies, light, entities and activity. Information was flowing through me and out of me. At some juncture, I felt the energetic tide reach a point where the energies in the room began flowing out and over into the rest of the property, the rest of the motel building. I felt something shift that was bigger than myself — in a light, good, powerful way. I felt something open in me that provided a channel for this information, this energy to flow through and around and out. I knew in those moments I was giving permission, I was allowing myself to be used as a conduit, a channel. Within this tide, I felt things in me and around me being reprogrammed by the light in ways I cannot describe. I felt the energetic flow of light reprogram out into the entire property, energetically shifting it so that is was not the same. It washed through, around and over me and then, in a breath, a heartbeat, it dissipated and was done. I stopped pounding on the drum and sat in my hotel room in overwhelmed, stunned silence. I looked around myself waiting for the walls to fall in or the door to bust open, but nothing happened. “Alrighty then,” I said to myself. “I guess we set some space.” I thanked Spirit in all six cardinal directions and anchored the energies. The room sure felt a helluva lot better and I felt safe. I settled in to eat the dinner I had with me and watch a movie. But I did have a few choice thoughts for the dark. “Don’t you dare fuck with me. I may not look like a whole lot, but you chose the wrong person to mess with.” I called Bob later that evening to tell him the news of the day. He’s beginning to get used to my odd energy adventures and add his candid comments. That night I slept better. The dark didn’t give up, though. They launched incoming energetic torpedoes for awhile at me that always stuck in the outer layers of the energetic bubble that Spirited created with me. That evening, I learned how powerful I could allow myself to be when I needed too. I learned how powerful we all are, especially when we unleash ourselves. The next morning I interviewed Gary Kalipolites (See the Purple Phoenix Voice interview from July 2008 at: www.thepurplephoenix.com/podcasts/ or www.garysbrightlight.com) and through the interview learned there are twelve penitentiaries in Cañon City, Colorado, not one. During the interview, listening to Gary’s stories, and from my experiences over the weekend, I began to psychically see the darkly netted web the dark source energies had anchored over the entire area for so long; each prison serving as an anchor and major vortexes for dark source to come and go. I also could sense that it had been far worse in earlier years and the energy work that had been done over the years and is continuing is beginning to break this dark netting and anchoring (deep honor and respect to those doing this work). These are not easy or small tasks and I understood then why I had been called in to help, to contribute my part to help break up another patch of darkness and seed light. I’ve verbalized this story to a handful of people and after the telling they asked me, “Why the hell did you go if you could feel the dark?” At the time of deciding to go and going, I didn’t really know the why, I just knew that I had to go. Now I know I went because deeply, intuitively, I believe that if each one of us only stays within the easy, light spaces, the dark continues to perpetuate its anchoring, it’s webbing. When we sometimes step into the difficulty of holding light in dark spaces, we are contributing to the expansion, the multiplicity the multidimensionality and exponential multiplying of the light. This is some of the work that contributes to raising the global vibrations and contributes to our collective shift in consciousness. Basic Energetic Wording for Intro into Energy Work (Dana Shino):
Outline of Arthur’s wording for Clearing Energy:
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