Thursday, June 18, 2015

Angels in Indiana - Sacred Mounds and Camp Chesterfield


 I have been a blue salmon,
I have been a dog, a stag, 
a roebuck on the mountain,
 A stock, a spade, an axe in the hand,
 A stallion, a bull, a buck,
 I was reaped and placed in an oven;
 I fell to the ground when I was being roasted
 And a hen swallowed me.
 For nine nights was I in her crop.
 I have been dead,
 I have been alive.

....from "The Song of Taliesin", an ancient Celtic Bard


Well..........synchronicities and grace abounds on this journey!  

Camp Chesterfield



Camp Chesterfield
Enroute to a brief visit to Lilydale and Brushwood, with an exhausting drive ahead, I thought to stop at Camp Chesterfield, just above Indianapolis.  I vaguely was heading to Lilydale to get a reading, and longed to just walk in the old growth woods of a highly energized place.                                                                                                                               I had heard of Camp Chesterfield, another Spiritualist center established about 130 years ago, not long after Lilydale was formed.  I managed to find it, and the little town of Chesterfield, just about dusk, and realized I would barely have time to find a motel somewhere, as the old hotel was not open.
  Three friendly people I asked directions of invited me to walk with them, I parked the car, and ended up spending the week at the home of Normandi Ellis, who, it turned out, desperately needed someone (like me) to photoshop a group of photos she had to send to her publisher right away.  Her publisher is Inner Traditions, and the book is about Isis and  Egyptian spirituality.  
Normandi Ellis has led many trips to Egypt, and is a Priestess of Isis, as well as a medium and clairvoyant, poet, teacher and author.  She knew many people I know, from the Fellowship of Isis, including my good friend Mana, and had just attended an event my ex husband was at!  And she is putting togeather a Goddess Conference at Camp Chesterfield next year, and wants me to give a proposal.  The coincidences don't end there either...........turns out the woman from South Africa who is housesitting for me travelled with her colleague to Egypt in the past.  

Mediums homes
I guess I was where I was meant to be, and still am, as I will remain until Monday in order to attend the opening of their season and to celebrate the Summer Solstice.    Camp Chesterfield must have had a huge following in its heyday - there are two hotels (one is not used), meeting halls,  temples, and beautiful grounds with old growth trees.  It's population has decreased, and it is not as prosperous or populous as Lilydale in New York - sadly, a number of the old summer houses are empty.  Perhaps new blood will come to revive and fill some of those old houses, because it is full of light, and the mediums I met here are impressive.  
I had a reading with Patricia Kennedy, who is apparently very well known in the psychic world.  She's a lovely, funny, energetic woman, with an almost visible aura.   She was amazingly right on - without knowing anything about me, she told me she saw Florence (my mother's name) with Glenn (my brother), both deceased this year, and that they were happy.  She saw my mother with flowers, which was so true of her, she was always a prize gardener.  Patricia cleared up some important questions for me, emphasizing that this year was about the end of my old life, and beginning a new life - which is so true, because I am no longer a caretaker, everything has kind of ended the way it was.  Patricia said that I had been "paying off Karmic debts", and now that was over.  She brought up my focus on the Earth, elementals, herbs, and my need to find balance and new committment - which was true also.  As I drove a few days ago, I thought about my long fascination with earth mysteries, my disappointment that I will not be visiting Avebury this year, and my desire to do a series of "Earth Shrines and Reliquaries".   


Something surprising she said was that in a past life I had been a Rabbi.  I thought immediately of how, when my daughter was born (I was 18, and gave her up for adoption) I requested that she be adopted by a Jewish family, even though I am not Jewish.  And she was.  Strange, now that I think of it, that I would make that request..............
Camp Chesterfield

She also mentioned, in her trance state, my need for Balance, and just the word "balance".  I get it personally, but also think of my long dedication to the arising of the Divine Feminine - the work I've done for "restoring the Balance" to the sanctity of the Earth and the human imagination.  
So, I got what I came for..........a reading for my mother and brother, and new direction in my life!  And I still havent even made it to Lilydale!  Ask and ye shall receive.............



Chesterfield is also not far from Mounds State Park, a very lovely Native American sacred site.  Speaking of Avebury, the Great Mound here in Indiana at Mounds Park is a Henge.  It's not on the scale of Avebury, of course, but a Henge it is, with alignments apparently to the Solstices and other celestial phenomena.  The land is indeed highly energized, with some areas as I walked through the park taking my breath away.  It's not easy to see the shapes of the Mounds as the area is fenced and also has many ancient trees growing in the site, but circling it it becomes visible. 

Old growth trees, Mound

 The site is about 2,000 years old, created by the pre-historic Hopewell peoples, and was apparently not a site they lived at, but rather a place they visited probably, as in many other sacred sites (including Stone Henge and Avebury) for ceremony and gatherings.   Like the many European and United Kingdom sites, there is no evidence that the Mounds were used as burial sites either, at least, not until over 1,000 years later in their history.  A sacred place, employing geomantic potency, revered by the unknown Native American peoples who built it so long ago.  

view of henge

And it makes sense that Camp Chesterfield was built nearby.  In fact, synchronistically, I received an email from Geomancer Sig Lonegren a day ago, and reading, thought of an article he wrote several years ago in which he brought forth the idea that the original function of the sacred sites was to amplify the effect of geomantic potency so that, in essence, the ancients could "speak with the earth and the spirit world".  
view of Henge (note snakelike form in photo - ?)

Perhaps the builders of the Great Mound were pleased to see Camp Chesterfield arise.
And I feel blessed by all of this.


ancient heiroglyphs





3 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wow! Another string of synchros for you, Lauren. It sounds like you were in the right place at the right time, too. Your reading sounds terrific! Maybe you should live on the road, like a female Kerouac!

Normandi said...

Lauren lives like a female Keroauc. This from the first 10 principles of Belief and Technique of Poetry by Jack Keroauc.
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is

She lives the principles of the Beat. Lauren you can come and visit me any time.
She you at the upcoming Goddess conference.

lauren raine said...

Thanks to both of you greatly! In truth, I do try.........even through as right now I have been outrunning a tornado off of Lake Erie, it seems, a little too exciting.........well, the tornado is back there, and I'm here drinking coffee. Love to all!