Blog Entry 15 * 5-15-2022
It was a last-minute decision or rather, a few last-minute decisions when I was at Mount Shasta. Something within nudged me northward, without much of a plan. I listened. Soon I found myself crossing into Oregon. When I reached Medford, the inspiration struck again: visit Crater Lake.
The drive itself was quiet and contemplative. When I finally arrived at the park, I was met with a surreal scene Crater Lake, deep blue and serene, ringed by snowy cliffs still buried under five feet of snow. The air was crisp and silent, and the stillness of the place seemed to reflect something deeper within me. They were predicting one final major snowfall in the coming week after my visit, and the lingering snow gave everything a sense of pause, like nature was holding its breath.
Spiritually, everything felt like it was progressing quietly but steadily. There were no dramatic breakthroughs, just a continual sense of deepening. My meditations felt more spacious, and my inner energy had begun to gently expand not in sudden waves, but like a soft unfolding. I could feel the energy around me becoming more tangible, more stable. Even when I passed through places with lower vibrations, my sense of inner calm remained undisturbed.
There was a growing sense of internal space blockages clearing, old patterns loosening their grip. With each passing day, the inner landscape felt more open. There was a quiet clarity to everything. This period of my journey wasn’t about ecstasy or dramatic visions. It was about the subtle strengthening of presence and the soft, grounded flowering of spiritual maturity.
It’s often in these quieter chapters that some of the most profound shifts begin to root themselves. The snow, the silence, the gentle pull northward it all felt like part of the same unfolding path. A path to Krishna, quietly guiding each step with grace.
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