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12 April 2025One summer night while sitting on my back deck in Athens, Ohio sometime around 2009 I found myself sitting in utter awe. On the hill at the top of my yard I suddenly saw a Fairy Portal open up before me. I can’t recall how exactly I knew immediately that it was a Fairy Portal. I’m guessing that the voice of my High Self whispered that fact in my ear as the portal unfolded and welcomed me into its subtle yet powerful glow.I did not yet know that this was just the beginning of my life of adventures with the beings of the Fairy Realm. And I did not yet know that just a few years later I would be holding deep counsel with the Fairies of Finland and, again, Ohio.This proved to be one of the major topics that Monitor instructed me on in our decade of phone conversations by way of the channel Harvey Grady in Sedona, Arizona. Monitor’s affirmations gave me a sense of stability and integrity in my psychic work with this branch of Devic beings. But just as important as these assurances from Monitor were, I also prized the lessons that Monitor taught me about proper protocol in interactions with Devas, lessons that are important for them as much as for me.You are about to hear and/or read the recorded conversations I had with Monitor concerning such Fairy protocol. The first is from September 2012 regarding my experience with several groups of Fairies during my first trip to Finland. The point of this lesson is the need for humans to be sure to create a safe space for the Fairies in such encounters, for Fairies, as it turns out, are quite vulnerable to the excesses of the human vibrations and intentions. The second transcript recording is from March 2013 regarding the proper stance a psychic explorer of the Devic Realms should foster in themselves in order to be open enough to receive valuable experiences with those beings while not being so open as to fall prey to illusions concerning our own nature and identity.For these reasons, I believe such lessons will prove invaluable to other multidimensional explorers in addition to Anna and myself.This is Gabriel Hartley, and you are about to hear episode #67 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 12th day of April 2025. Today’s episode is entitled “Monitor Explains Human Connections with Fairies: Journeys Into the Devic Realms.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but aren’t yet able to sign up for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and following along with me on this journey!Click this logo to make a 1-time donation!September 2012Gabriel:This is Gabriel Hartley and Anna Oksanen writing from Koli, Finland. Again we wish to express our appreciation for the explanations and confirmations that you have given us regarding our mission and soul path.Here in Finland we continue to be involved in three primary modes of spirit work: one, writing up our notes and stories concerning our sacred site adventures; two, following our High Self guidance to new sacred site experiences; and three, working out the details of the overall vision of our larger mission.Our question this month concerns our engagement with faerie portals. As is frequently the case elsewhere, here in Finland we have been visited by various local faeries, such as those of the Baltic Sea, X [the actual location needs to be protected], and now Koli. The entire Finnish spirit terrain, as it is being revealed to us, involves an extensive network of faerie communities and portals at sacred earth sites marked by ceremonial stones (called “seitas” in Finnish), rock art, and etheric energy glows and vibrations. These specific sites have been shown to us in visions ever since our work together in this particular life began.At the X rock art site we were told that one primary principle in our soul mission involves the unification of human and faerie worlds, a unity that was severed in ancient Atlantis. X is reported by the local faeries to be one of the primary power portals for us on this planet. We are learning that individual sites have a particular local integrity at the same time as they tie into larger networks of spirit and energy.What, then, is the nature of these portals? What is the nature of the network connecting them on various physical, etheric, and inter-dimensional planes? What is the nature of our connection to them? How do they relate to our mission regarding the revival of superconscious communities? In other words, what can you tell us about the role we play in weaving together some kind of etheric web of intention and energy across the planet and, specifically, in these particular spots?MONITOR:The spiritual development of the Planetary Being relies largely upon the development of humanity’s capacity to link with Divinity. In that linkage, humanity acts as a coordinator of various kingdoms of Life in affecting specific changes in the consciousness of substance within the planet.The beings called “fairies” represent nonphysical beings that are a subset of the devic kingdom. They represent a combination of different forms of devas brought together early in Earth’s history. The network of fairy sites has existed from antiquity. It operates on mental and etheric levels. The human approach to those sites and portals is primarily gained upon a mental level, and only when sufficient trust develops between humans and fairy representatives will the etheric level of the portals be made accessible.The process of befriending fairies requires considerable care. Humanity has treated them poorly. Humanity, even before Atlantis, began abusing their offers of assistance. As the human Spirit shrank into illusion, glamour, and maya, fairies and others members of the vast devic kingdom have shunned human contact. To them, communicating with a person can be quite painful because each person carries considerable residue of suffering and grief.The sensitivities of fairies therefore allow them to have only brief contact, and that is normally arranged by the High Self of the person involved. They arrange through the High Self a means of contact that provides protective screening for the fairy so that the fairy does not have to be exposed to the onerous suffering of the human.The set of portals may be discussed in terms of the articles and books that Gabriel and Anna write, yet the actual sites need to be protected. They may consider how they can best accomplish that task through consultation with their High Selves. The presence of human beings who intensely seek contact with fairies would lead to further abuse if the exact sites were known.The process of shielding the sites needs to take place. It represents a human responsibility in protecting fairies from further human incursions. Thus we suggest to Gabriel and Anna that they ask their High Selves to show them how best to protect the sites, in part through misdirection in what they write and in part through energetic processes that can be accomplished through their High Selves.That process of providing protection will provide reasonable assurance to the fairies in contact that Gabriel and Anna are proceeding responsibly. With that perception, they will be able to write and share a number of insights and perspectives gained from the fairies. That is much more important for establishing understanding and forming a basis for continued communication between the two domains of Life.///////////2013-03 Fairies & ArcturansGABRIEL: Hi, Monitor. This is Gabriel Hartley, speaking for Anna Oksanen and myself. We’re hoping for greater clarity and context regarding some of the information we have been receiving from various sources over the past year. In particular, we would like to clarify the nature of the connections between the fairies we have been working with and the Arcturians. While we’ve been receiving information and energetic downloads from a wide variety of sources, we recognize that the fairies and Arcturians have been the primary Spirit guides for us on a conscious communicative level.One thing we have been told is that fairies, or at least the fairies we have been working with, are originally from Arcturus. They did similar work in the Arcturean planetary systems in helping various planetary elementals in their development and organization of energetic planetary structures. Fairies then volunteered to do work with Earth elementals in this planet’s early stages of development and thus today continue to serve as a crucial source of information, instruction, and technical aid for humans hoping to participate in such sacred Earth energy work.One such being is Turehu, one of most important personal guides. We have also been told that the Melchizedek we are working with is originally Arcturean. Beyond this, we have been told that we ourselves have been fairies and Arctureans in past lives. The message for us has repeatedly been that our Soul project now and in many other lifetimes involves in part some kind of alignment of fairies, Arctureans, and elementals in charging and distributing the energy of the Earth’s crystalline grid, both for the Earth’s own inner development and for cooperative projects throughout the cosmos. This has also been, we believe, referred to as the “Lighting of the Stones” work we have been doing across the globe.Would you please clarify, contextualize, and elaborate on the information we have been receiving along these lines that would help us to understand in more detail our Soul project? This seems especially important as we become more and more connected to the Sidhe Fairies, as they are known in Ireland. For the highest good, we thank you.MONITOR: We shall briefly sketch a background that may provide more of a context for the information you have received and are conside

—2 April 2025 NoteFor several months now I have been diving deep into various resources as I revise my book manuscript for Lexington Books. I realized in December of 2024 that I needed to reduce my focus in my rambling manuscript just to the works of Gloria Anzaldúa. My book had begun, in fact, as a study about her, but in 2017 I decided to combine my work on several other Chicana and Indigenous writers and activists into a single book.That didn’t work out, though, as my manuscript reader luckily had also noticed.After spending three months in a deep reading of the French phenomenologist Maurice Merleau-Ponty’s notion of chiasm, in late March of 2025 I returned to Anzaldúa’s work. I spent the past two or three days reading heavily in material concerning the Aztec goddess Cihuacoatl. And as I was working through several points of inspiration in this new work, I realized that I should conclude the book with a chapter on a topic that Anzaldúa herself never wrote about.That topic is the need to turn to the figure of Quetzalcoatl as an initial step towards working our way out of the illusion of separation that continues to mark our contemporary notions of sex and gender. Rather than turn singly to Amerindian goddess figures as we try to reconstitute our own mythology of the Present in this Dawning of the Age of Aquarius, I have come to believe that the figure of Quetzalcoatl might better serve as our figure of divine identification. For Quetzalcoatl embodies the unification of the Heavens and the Earth as the combination of the Quetzal bird and the Coatl serpent. Just so, Quetzalcoatl embodies the future unification of the sexes into a higher order of Cosmic Sex.I had come to this conclusion back in 2016, and, luckily, I had written down some notes from my recollection of a telepathic conversation I had had with the goddess Coatlicue, who had served as a key figure in Anzaldúa’s shamanic awakening before she turned to Coyolxauhqui. So as I slowly dive more deeply into this spirit terrain in my book revising process, I will at this juncture present you with my notes from 2016.You might notice if you have been following my narratives before this point that I have referred to my High Self as Adam Kadmon. But before that name was presented to me, I had earlier been instructed to refer to my High Self as Samuel. And that is the name I use in the following notes.In my attempt to provide some additional experiential background material regarding this turn to figures from the Aztec pantheon, I will include recordings of two separate telphone sessions I had in 2016 with the entity known as Monitor, channeled by Harvey Grady in Sedona, Arizona. I should also mention ehre that this material has churned up a lot of emotional dust for me and will require a lot of reading, soul searching, and spirit communication before I can feel comfortable with the topic.This is Gabriel Hartley, and you are about to hear episode #66 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 2nd day of April 2025. Today’s episode is entitled “Talking With Coatlicue on the Way to Quetzalcoatl: Into the Age of Aquarius.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but aren’t yet able to sign up for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and following along with me on this journey!Click this logo to make a 1-time donation!Notes on My Coatlicue Communication21 March 2016The other morning as I awoke, I felt the urging of my High Self, Samuel, to enter into conversation. He suggested that I do my usual yoga and pranayama exercises in order to warm up and clear my systems, which I did. Then as I entered into my post-pranayama meditation and communication stream, Samuel told me that if I wished to, he would arrange for me to speak with Coatlicue. And, of course, I said, “Yes!”Some of what we discussed remains a bit blurry at this point, but the gist of her message was that if I chose to do so, I could continue Gloria Anzaldúa’s project beyond the point where she unfortunately left off at the time of her death in 2004. I’ve been getting a similar message from various spirit sources for some time now, but up to this point I was clueless concerning what exactly this might mean. Beyond that, I feel a bit daunted at the prospect of putting myself in her shoes and continuing her journey in this way. I can’t imagine such a process going unchallenged, yet I do feel that the calling is legitimate and important.What I learned from Coatlicue was that Gloria had gone quite far in overcoming the Shadow-Beast stage of her initial confrontation with Coatlicue when she began work on the project of “putting Coyolxauqui together again.” What this means, in short, is that at a certain point in her liberation project, Gloria had begun to identify with Coyolxauqui, the daughter of Coatlicue. As the story goes, while Coatlicue was pregnant with Huitzilopochtli—the Aztec Sun-God of War—Coyolxauqui recognized that her brother-in-utero was destined to bring about the end of the feminine world order up to that point. Huitzilopochtli would bring around a patriarchal military order that would lead to untold death and destruction. And such certainly seems to be the result of Huitzilopochtli’s reign, which is just now at a critical crossroads.Upon recognizing Coyolxauhqui’s fratricidal (and consequently matricidal) intentions to murder her brother in utero to prevent such a drastic outcome and overthrow of the world order, Huitzilopochtli caused his own premature birth, leaping from the womb of Coatlicue and dismembering and beheading his sister Coyolxauqui, tossing her head into the heavens where it now reigns as our moon. From this tale of cosmic sibling rivalry Anzaldúa put together a restorative project of putting Coyolxauhqui together again and bringing about a new, reborn feminine source of power (the rebirth of the feminine that many see as the primary quality of the shift from the Age of Pisces to the Age of Aquarius).So far, so good. But what Coatlicue then suggested to me was that this restoration or re-membering of Coyolxauqui was a very important but ultimately transitional process of social healing. The “Rebirth of the Feminine” that one might imagine as the consequence of “putting Coyolxauhqui back together” is a restorative moment paving the way for the unification of the masculine and the feminine. This bisexual unification should be the ultimate goal for today’s spiritual activists. And the figure best prepared to stand in as the representative of such a project is not Coyolxauhqui but Quetzalcoatl.My job, then, is to present Gloria’s Coatlicue-Huitzilopochtli-Coyolxauhqui in as much detail as possible, highlighting the cosmic logic behind this family drama, and then to develop in as much detail and clarity as possible what the new reign of Quetzalcoatl might look like. Quetzalcoatl is the best figure for such a cosmic-social transformation because He/She represents the manifestation of the cosmic unification of the masculine and the feminine as well as all other logics of social polarity. Being the dragon figure, the winged serpent whose home is both the Heavens and the Earth, Quetzalcoatl represents the next stage of healing cosmic consciousness, the Yin-Yang fusion of all oppositional factions into a movement of planetary liberation.So this is what I plan to do as I move forward in this development of Anzaldúa’s project of healing the cosmic Self. This is the next moment on the path of cosmic bridging that Gloria sought throughout the last decade of her life.Monitor on My Coatlicue ProjectTwo months after my conversation with Coatlicue concerning Quetzalcoatl, I had a chance to ask the multidimensional entity known as Monitor about the merits of that communication and about my plans for pursuing a post-Anzaldúan approach to Coatlicue. You can hear that conversation with Monitor in the following recording. (I apologize up front for the poor audio quality.):GABRIEL: Monitor, this is Gabriel. I have an extended question starting out. As you know, I have spent over ten years working on a book project concerning Gloria Anzaldua. In many ways, this project is responsible for my spiritual awakening. I hope to finish this project this fall during my sabbatical. I have been in spirit contact with Gloria ever since she spoke to me in San Antonia in 2009. I have since then been in contact with some of her guiding Spirits, as they have assisted me in gaining the proper path and focus for this project.I understand from previous discussion with you that Gloria unknowingly placed limitations on me while still serving as an instigator to change and growth. My focus now is specifically on her shamanic experiences and understandings, what she calls “conocimientos,” but in a planetary rather than ethnically specific context. Even so, I feel once again compelled to engage with various Mesoamerican cosmologies and devic beings, especially Coatlicue, with whom I believe Gloria was in personal contact, and now Quetzalcoatl of whom I believe Gloria was fairly oblivious.I have been told that the planetary spiritual progression she laid out in her transition from Coatlicue to Coyolxauhqui as a healing response to the ravages of Huitzilopochtli must now be complemented by a turn to Quetzalcoatl. This androgynous, hermetic Quetzalcoatl figure appears to represent the unification of warring factions of human consciousness and ultimately planetary consciousness.My question is whether I have overcome my previous limitations in this project, whether I am on the right track with this Quetzalcoatl turn, whether there are other books, people, or Spirit entities in addition to Carlos Castaneda, Carl Jung, and Elmer Green to whom I should turn for further

Akashic Field Trips #3Welcome back once again to my Soul Planet Channel!Over the past fourteen years I’ve been slowly building out the narrative of the Spirit dimensions of this developing relationship with my wife, Anna Oksanen. I recently came across a reference to Loch Ness, a site that played a very important role in that development, and that got me thinking. I realized that I had never actually recounted the details of our Loch Ness Love Encounter (as I will refer to it in this post and perhaps hereafter).So, in the Golden Light of Grace and for the Highest Good of all beings, I offer that story here now in March 2025, fourteen years after the fact. The details of this particular story also help me to dive a bit deeper into my presentation regarding how I see my Akashic Field Trips unfolding throughout my life. So now I give you my Akashic Field Trip post #3.This is Gabriel Hartley, and you are about to hear episode #65 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 26th day of March 2025. Today’s episode is entitled “Loch Ness Encounters: Aleister Crowley, Jimmy Page, Anna, and Me.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but aren’t yet able to sign up for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and following along with me on this journey!Click this logo to make a 1-time donation!On the 15th of December in 2011 Anna and I went on a magical journey with our friend Cris during our time off from the Findhorn Experience Week sessions that we were attending. We had no particular goal on that afternoon other than to drive around the perimeter of Loch Ness as part of what we have since come to call our Akashic Field Trips. We had faith that we were in for some spectacular experiences, but what turned out in retrospect to be one of the primary experiences on this Loch Ness journey was our visit to what we would only years later discover was the Boleskine Burial Ground, a picturesque little graveyard on the southern shore of the loch and just downhill from the Boleskine House. What we would also discover in retrospect was that the house above the cemetery was the famous mansion once owned my the magician Aleister Crowley and later by the Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page, a magician in his own right, as it turns out.I do not believe in accidents or coincidences, especially concerning such charged locations as the Boleskin House and the Burial Ground below it. But only in some later post will I get to some initial hypotheses concerning the larger cosmic purpose of this unexpected experience. For today I simply want to provide a sense of what we experienced in the moment, completely ignorant of the larger implications of this mysterious and magical crossing of paths.Of course, the legend of the Loch Ness Monster reigns over the newcomer’s connection to the loch itself, although that mythical figure did not reveal itself to us on that particular day. The magic of the lake loomed large throughout our journey. On the morning of the 10th of December, which was the day when Anna and I first met, I had driven along the northern edge of Loch Ness after having circumnavigated Loch Eil of Harry Potter fame. Our first glimpse of Loch Ness together came as we arrivedon that day at the easternmost tip on the lake’s south shore at Loch Ness Beach, pictured here:Anna, as it turns out, had driven her car by land and sea from her home in Finland to northern Scotland, so we were lucky enough to be able to explore on our own as we pleased. This proved to be our first drive of many together as we would drive along following the paths that called out to us along our way. This was our own version of the Surrealists’ “flâneuristic” ramblings along the streets of Paris in their “automatic” walking into the quotidian mysteries that might present themselves. On this day we found ourselves inspired a few different times to pull over to the side of the road and get out of the car in order to explore the energetic and spiritual resonances of various spots along the B852 highway along the southern shore of Loch Ness.Some of the spots appeared very nondescript to the eye but glowed in an etheric resonance that invited us over to explore. We would spend fifteen minutes or so at each such spot, just taking in the energies that revealed themselves to us along the way.The one spot that was, however, far from nondescript was the little cemetery on the lake shore that we now know is the Boleskine Burial Ground. We spent at least twenty minutes exploring the graveyard, captured by the power of the place as well as its obvious historical significance. We did not yet know that the small ruin that called to me and Anna as Cris explored other spots on her own was a medieval church, now a place of legend as a site of magical rites and necromantic mysteries of the past. As I mentioned in my previous post, I am trying to be a little more mindful about being sure to offer words of caution regarding engaging interdimensional beings and energies without proper grounding or, as Monitor puts it, Psychic Hygiene. And many stories about people’s experiences of the energies of the Boleskine grounds illustrate how we might come across troubling spirits along the way. What I can say now, nevertheless, is that these were not the energies that I was picking up on. I was sensing the sacredness that ancient peoples of the area had discovered there long before we had arrived on that December afternoon, and long before Crowley and Page had arrived there. This has become a continual feature of my Akashic Field Trip and Spirit Journeys into sacred spaces. What I tend to tap into is the far more ancient energy complex that lured people of the past to celebrate such spots in the first place. Churches are not built randomly but follow a more or less conscious understanding of the geomantic sacred power of such spots. The consecration and/or desecration of such spots due to various ritual activities only develop later as very different energetic overlays of the place’s initial spirit register. And this, I could tell, was true of this ancient ruined church. What I did find, among all of the other energetic fields that I was encountering there, was a deep spiritual connection between Anna and myself. This connection had, of course, been a constant feature of our Findhorn connection which preceded even our first meeting in person following my experience on the day before we met, when the High Self message to me at Glastonbury Tor on the 9th of December revealed that I would meet the love of my life at Findhorn on the following day. But even with all of the natural predestined attraction to one another that we had felt throughout the week, the sense of connection proved far stronger inside the walls of the little medieval church ruin.The overwhelming sense of magic continued as we went along our way after leaving the Boleskine Burial Ground. The little highway winds around high up on the mountains above Loch Ness and runs through the wild roaming grounds of the region’s roe deer population. Just as on the night of my drive through Glen Coe is the blizzard of the night of the 9th of December (more on that at some other time), the roe deer had a habit of standing magestically on hilltops and along the sides of the highway, as if they knew how glorious they appeared to us mere mortals as we oursleves passed through this enchanted land. We dropped down from the mountain heights to the southern tip of Loch Ness at Ft. Augustus where we had a wonderful dinner of fish and chips and a pint before driving along the northern shore of Loch Ness back to Findhorn. The magical connection between Anna and me deepened into a sense of pure wonder and ecstasy as we continued on through the night.As I have suggested above, I am looking forward to exploring more deeply Crowley and Page’s experiences at the Boleskine House. I believe that I will have a lot to discover as I undergo such an investigation. But for the moment, I will leave that all for a future date and close my exploration of my own more private experience now.The narrator in the following YouTube video takes us on a wonderful tour of the Boleskine Burial Ground. Enjoy!Boleskine House Wikipedia Pagehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boleskine_HouseThe Boleskine Burial Groundhttps://southlochnessheritage.co.uk/boleskine-burial-ground/From notes on the movie The Song Remains the Same and Jimmy Page:In the movie The Song Remains the Same Jimmy Page is filmed sitting by a lake next to his 18th century manor at Plumpton, East Sussex, playing a hurdy-gurdy. The tune played is called "Autumn Lake" and the scene was filmed in October 1973. Page's fantasy role involved climbing up the face of a snow-capped mountain near Boleskine House, Loch Ness during the nights of a full moon on December 10 and 11, 1973. The act was meant to show Page on a quest of self-enlightenment, and deep understanding, by seeking out the Hermit, a character featured in many Tarot packs. The mythological Hermit is seen on the summit of the mountain; Staff of Wisdom in one hand, and in the other, the Lantern of Knowledge held out abreast over the world below. Being a Threshold Guardian, he represents an obstacle the seeker must overcome to achieve true enlightenment. At the culmination of Page's quest, he reaches out to touch The Hermit, only to discover paradoxically that the Hermit is himself. The Hermit features on the artwork of the untitled fourth album. The thematic music is "Dazed and Confused."https://archive.org/details/LedZeppelinTheSongRemainsTheSame-Film1976 Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

Welcome back once again to my Soul Planet Channel! In post #63, my latest post here in this Soul Planet Channel, I alluded to my experiences over the years with Elves and, in particular, the Swamp Elves here in Fiskars. I had meant to provide a link to an earlier post regarding a conversation I had had with Monitor in 2013 after my first conscious recognition that I had been in contact with Elves throughout my life. I discovered that I had in fact never before posted the transcript of that conversation and therefore couldn’t provide that link.This spurs me on, then, to provide such a post now in order to flesh out this ongoing story of my engagement with the Elves. The transcript that follows is from one of the many group phone conversations I had with Monitor by way of the channeling by Harvey Grady in Sedona, Arizona as part of an ongoing series of such calls organized by LaVetta Rolfs of the Learning for Life Center in Topeka, Kansas. So, in the Golden Light of Grace and for the Highest Good of all beings, I offer that transcript here now in March 2025, twelve years after the fact—to be followed up with some protocol points.This is Gabriel Hartley, and you are about to hear episode #64 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 18th day of March 2025. Today’s episode is entitled “Elves, Portals, and High Self Callings.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but aren’t yet able to sign up for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and following along with me on this journey!Click this logo to make a 1-time donation!Elves, Portals, and High Self Callings—June 2013GABRIEL: Hi, Monitor. This is Gabriel and Anna calling from Athens, Ohio. First, we wish to thank you yet again for all the confirmation and guidance that you have provided us with in the past. Our lives have been enriched through this process.Our question this month concerns our new house in Athens. This house has immediately proven to be simultaneously very promising and very troubling. Its location is a primary obvious asset, set in amazing natural beauty while being still only fifteen minutes from town and the university. Less obvious in any conventional sense, but equally important, is its location on 40 acres that include significant powerpoints and devic activity.In fact, Gabriel, during his first evening visit to the house even before moving in, felt an overwhelming Spirit presence that he recognized from other places in the past. He had earlier found this particular energy very frightening, recognizing its relationship to nonhuman inhabits and portals, but not knowing its purpose or intention. While initially very scared by the presence of this energy in the new house, he was quickly reassured that this energy was not only friendly but beneficent. As Gabriel began meditating in order to tune into this energy and learn about it, these beings introduced themselves as entities that in Europe have at times been identified as Elves. They explained that if Gabriel could overcome this fear in their presence, he had much to gain in terms of Spirit knowledge.Once Gabriel, sitting in the dark, allowed this energy to wash over him, he began to recognize its importance. The powerpoints, portals, five-foot black snakes, and Spirits of the house and property are very promising, but the house itself is in horrible structural condition. As Gabriel was moving in, he noticed for the first time that the house had a basement and that the basement was filled with about a foot and a half of standing water that had become swamp-like. The water was already home to frogs and other water creatures. At Gabriel’s request, the landlord installed a sump pump and emptied the basement. But it remains extremely wet and filled with mud, mold, and creepy insects that crawl up into the house.The landlord, at our insistence, now plans to clean and bleach the basement in order to kill the mold and insects and to try to reduce the intense cat urine odor that the moisture compounds. We are extremely excited about being able to live together again after several months of living on separate continents and feel that we have been led to move here—yet we remain uncomfortable thinking about the potential health hazards. We have been assured through dowsing and other means that the Spirit presence on the property will prove very important to us and that the conditions of the basement will not prove harmful to our health during our stay. For the highest good, would you please comment on the house and its surroundings and guide us as we decide whether it would be wise to stay here through the length of our lease, which ends next summer? Thank you.MONITOR: We find that the house does need extra care and that you are wise to work constructively with the landlord to address those needs as you discover them. The basement does need true disinfecting, and that will require repetitive administrations of cleansing. One cleansing will likely not be sufficient because moisture will continue to seep into the basement. And therefore it will need to be thoroughly sealed to prevent that from occurring.Your Mental Judge Self has felt a sense of fear in the presence of Elves. The fear can be understood as you allow your Mental Judge Self to tell you what it fears. We do not see that as an obstacle but an opportunity for you to help your Mental Judge Self realize that the Elves do have strong powers of mind, yet it can gain much from befriending the Elves. The reaction of your Mental Judge Self is quite common among human beings.The Outer Self is only disturbed to a small degree by the idea of other beings coexisting in the same space. The greater reaction comes from your Mental Judge Self. We suggest that you ask your Mental Judge Self to explain its concerns about the Elves. Then ask it to talk directly with a leader of the Elves so that a mutual agreement can be achieved for the benefit of all. The process should be quite simple and straightforward.The house will require considerable fixing, and you are wise to work consistently with the landlord as you make further discoveries for repair. The location was selected as you were guided by your High Self and other beings to that location so that you can document your experience with the Elves and associated beings. The area represents not one, but three portals that are inter-dimensional pathways.You will be able obtain a view of the Elves and related beings concerning the use of portals and how they can be utilized even by humans. The use of a portal is similar to what is known as a vortex procedure in which a person is wise to first see that all aspects of Subconscious Selves feel safe and comfortable in exploring the use and qualities of a portal.A period of attunement similar to meditation can occur in the periphery of a portal instead of the center. On the periphery, both Outer and Subconscious Selves can learn about the qualities and dimensions of the portal. The center should be avoided. A person can work with the High Self to guide exploration of portal dimensions.We refer to dimensions that lead to higher planes of consciousness - etheric, astral, and mental - and also to alternate realities. With High Self guidance, a person can safely negotiate those dimensions and learn much. You are being encouraged by your High Selves and Teachers to enjoy the adventures that are possible in that location and write extensive notes about your experiences.Again, we emphasize the value of sharing your experiences with others through articles, papers, and ultimately books. You have already made a start in that direction. The location of your new residence will greatly add to what you have started.GABRIEL: Thank youSpirit and Portal Protocol—Additional Notes on the 18th of March 2025One of the difficulties I had had during the past two years in getting back to this Substack journal was the weight of my fears after the death of Harvey and the loss of my mediated connection to Monitor that I might not be able to maintain the integrity of my connections with the Spirit Beings of the area. No longer having the confirmation that Monitor had provided me through Harvey’s channeling, I felt not only grief but also a sense of loss and insecurity.But I have just now regained a good deal of that faith and confidence in the integrity of my Spirit connections as guided by my High Self, Adam Kadmon. I am once again hoping to contribute to the growing awareness across the planet that we have very special gifts and capabilities that our society has long suppressed from consciousness. So I am returning to the sense of mission that I had felt for over a decade in sharing my Spirit experiences with humanity as an example of what we are all capable of under the proper High Self guidance.I had also been wary of the fact that in my stories I perhaps had not provided enough emphasis on the role of proper preparation for undergoing such explorations. I know through experience how when mystics or shamans open themselves up to Spirit influences, there can be a lot that goes wrong in the process. And so I am glad to find that this previous communication with Monitor that I just provided includes such important steps in establishing such proper protocol before entering on this path. Monitor refers to this protocol as Psychic Hygeine and emphasizes the importance of clearing our energies and the energies of any beings in contact with us before going very deeply into these experiences.I will now outline what I see as the important steps that Monitor provides in the discussion above:* High Self Guidance* Open Communication between Our Outer and Inner Selves* A Safe Space for the expression of Our Inner Selves* A Period of Attuneme

14 March 2025Welcome back to my Soul Planet Channel! As I had mentioned earlier this week, I have felt the spirit move me once again towards this work of documentation of my experiences with the various spirits I enter into conversation with under a wide variety of circumstances. And as I also mentioned in post #62, I am referring to these records as my Akashic Field Notes. In today’s episode I will introduce you to the group of spirits that inhabit a forest swamp not far from our house. I can best refer to these spirits as Swamp Elves, and as you will see in the notes that follow, they introduced themselves to me as the Kännare. I will have lots more to say about these particular Elves as well as the other species of Elves I have encountered in my spirit journeys near and far. This is Gabriel Hartley, and you are about to hear episode #63 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 14th day of March 2025. Today’s episode is entitled “Kännare, the Swamp Elves of Fiskars, Finland.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but aren’t yet able to sign up for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and following along with me on this journey!Click this logo to make a 1-time donation!TRANSCRIPTOkay, this is Gabriel Hartley. It is the 14th of March in 2025, and I'm doing a spontaneous audio recording for this particular episode. I'm hoping I don't do too much editing when I go back through the file, but we'll see how that turns out. I'm trying to find a good balance between spontaneity and my perfectionist streak, which makes it a little difficult at times.But in any case, what I wanted to do was talk today, keeping in the spirit of things that I was speaking about earlier in the week, of just giving my Akashic Field Notes, a record of things as I go through this very magical landscape here in Fiskars, Finland. ­It's not really that much different from any other place I've been to except that it seems much richer. I mean, what I should say is that the experience of being able to tap into the geomantic qualities of the landscape isn't necessarily different here, but the intensity is quite a bit different, or perhaps the way it's spread out—for me anyway—much more over the landscape. There are not just single spots off in the distance on top of a hill. Almost every rock in this area is pretty powerful, pretty charged with this geomantic energy, the spirit of the Earth as it reaches out and grabs me on an energetic level.So, the topic I wanted to talk about today is the what I refer to as the Swamp elves. And this goes back actually quite a ways back into my experience in Athens, Ohio in particular. That is where I first made conscious contact with the elves, in that area. And then through conversations with Monitor later I had it confirmed. I'll even give a link to that particular conversation I had when Monitor confirmed that, yes indeed, these particular spirit entities that I was in conversation with and could feel on an energetic level were elves.And one of the points then in that conversation with Monitor was my initial discomfort in being in the presence of the elves. I know I had this feeling even back in childhood, but the discomfort led me to assume that these were perhaps ghosts or some kind of scary spirit on some level. I came to realize after speaking with—well, first of all speaking with the elves themselves and having them identify themselves as elves—that this was not something to be worried about. And, in fact, especially after conversation with Monitor [I recognized that] this was something that was part of my soul path here.Now, I want to distinguish between elves and fairies, because I've had quite a bit of contact with fairies as well, but on an energetic level my experience of them is quite different. I understand through my conversations with representatives of both species (I guess you could say) that they follow a different path in this planetary project that I'm pursuing here in my Soul Planet Channel. (It goes beyond my channel, of course.)This brings it all back together for me. So in the forest of Athens outside Stroud's Run I came into contact with some elves there in a swampy area. I would say it's to the West, the kind of the Northwestern tip of of the lake now called Dow Lake that's been formed with a dam over Stroud's Run— the actual little creek that goes through there, but the park itself referred to as Stroud's Run—where we spent quite a bit of time exploring the forest and tapping into the energies of the area. In fact, from my first time in Athens after moving moving there in 1999 and going out to Stroud's Run, I immediately picked up on the power of that spot, although at that time I had no real conscious awareness of what it was I was experiencing.So the elves contacted me in this little swampy area and I could actually see them in what I refer to as etheric vision in the swamp, and they were more or less just revealing themselves to me, introducing themselves, but we didn't go into a lot of conversation. This was after I had first consciously openly been communicating with the elves in the Blue House out on the way to Amesville where Anna and I had lived. That was our first house together in Ohio once she moved back here in 2013—back there, I should say, since I'm in Finland—and on my first night there I had a dream which I had had in Austin [Texas], the same dream that a raccoon had crawled into bed with me, which if you know anything about raccoons, especially being up close, that was a pretty frightening experience and I woke up with a very strong sense, both back in Austin but also in Athens, that there was a reason for this dream. Something was being communicated to me. So I went into another room upstairs in the Blue House on the way to Amesville and I could feel the presence of this entity and recognize that feeling very much from what I had, as I said previously, understood as kind of ghostlike figures in Austin. I understood that they were overseeing a portal and the power of them there was really overwhelming, but very frightening to me at the time.And I was pretty on edge this night in Athens, and I made my contact with the elf there, and I said “What are you? You know I'm uncomfortable with this experience. Can you tell me who or what you are?” And I was told that they go by the name of Elf in English.So that actually made me feel quite a bit more comfortable immediately, and then after conversing with Monitor I realized I really didn't have anything to worry about with these particular spirits.So, to bring that back to here in Fiskars, Finland, there are swampy areas throughout the area. In fact, there's one particular contested sense of what the name Finland refers to, an older version of “Finland” as in “Fenway” in Boston where my father grew up, the swamp lands. This was the land of the swamps to the east of Sweden. And the swamps here surround our house. In fact, our yard I know was originally part of a swamp. I can see the swamp here from out of my window in the second floor now. The water drains out throughout the year into that area. This particular neighborhood was filled in back in 1950 when it was all built up and houses were first put in as a neighborhood here. And I could sense the elves in the swamp right here outside our yard, but I haven't really been called to them in the way that I have been to some of the other swampy areas here in Fiskars.So, one particular spot is at the head of one of the bike trails that we walk on every day, and it's just off the logging road onto the bike trail. And I would often look over and I could see the elves, as I said, in this kind of etheric vision, and they greeted me all on a kind of like a head nodding since, you know, if you walked past a person and they just nodded their head in well and appreciation but not really speaking.But at one point I went out to the swamp and I said, “Okay, I've got to figure a little more out about this” and I said, “Who are you? Can you please tell me, you know, how I should refer to you?” And the answer I got was “We are the Cheneray.” That's how I remember hearing it, and that was a word I had never heard before, a name I hadn't heard before, chenerei. I at first thought it might be some kind of Slovak name, and that it would be if it were transliterated into the Latin alphabet, it would have the kind of Czech caret over the letters at the beginning, č, as in Czechoslovakia (Československo) and with TCH would be some French approximation of it (Tchécoslovaquie) and so on, but I was told by them, I said “Where's this word come from?” and they said, “Well, you would you would get the closest connection to it by thinking of it as a Swedish word.” I do not yet know Swedish—I'm just barely learning it now in this fifth year being here in a Swedish-speaking municipality in Finland—and uh so I spent some time on Google trying to find out, okay what is this cheneray? And I tried various spellings in Google Translate and finally came up with a version with the Swedish translator with AI voice that comes with it. I got some information about it and I pursued it further, and what I'll do right now is read a conversation I just had in text with the ChatGPT here on the 14th of March 2025, trying to figure out because I hadn't really pursued this beyond the conversations with the elves in the forest and a little bit of search online. And here's what I found. So here is me speaking to chat GPT, and I wrote:Conversation with ChatGPTME: I heard a word that I think is Swedish but am not sure. The closest I can come to spelling it (without a real knowledge of Swedish) is “kännerei.” In English is would sound something like “cheneray” or “sh

2024-01-14Well—hello! It’s been quite a while since I last posted here in this Soul Planet Channel Podcast site. In fact, that was back on the 9th of April 2023. 2023, as it turned out, proved to be a very challenging year for me, a crisis of faith as well as a state of emotional exhaustion on personal as well as spiritual levels. I reached what I guess was a burnout phase in my Soul development—a Dark Night of the Soul.The primary but certainly not only cause of my collapse was my response to the death of Harvey Grady in March of 2023. Harv was the channel for the multidimensional collective entity going by the name of Monitor—an entity that I had been in a very profound relationship with since my first Question-and-Answer connection with them on the 14th of November 2011, the eighth anniversay of my son Dylan’s death from brain cancer. From that moment on I was in a constant telepathic stream with Monitor, having conversations with them often several times a day over the years. And in our public phone and Zoom calls Monitor would confirm the previous things they had told me personally. More importantly was my dependence on Harv’s channeling of Monitor for confirmation of the messages I was receiving from a host of other nonhuman entities. I had not yet allowed myself to trust the validity of my own telepathic connections with the representatives presented to me by All That Is.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode #61 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 14th day of January 2024. Today’s episode is entitled “After a Dark Night of the Soul.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t want to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!Click this logo to make a 1-time donation!AFTER THE CONNECTION TO MONITOR VIA HARVSo the loss of my connection with Monitor through Harv proved to be too much for me at that time. I know now that I needed this past year to allow myself a period of unconscious deepening of connections with my Host of Guides—those who were just recently referred to as my Consort of Guides in the channeled message I am presenting today. This title—Consort of Guides—confused me at first. The word “consort” generally refers to the romantic or sexual partner of a god or a revered leader of some sort. But what was revealed to me as I meditated on this title over th past week is that the wor “Consort” here is in reality the amalgamation of several names and functions in one encompassing term. “Consort” here simultaneously says “Concert” and “Cohort” as well as “Consort” in the sense of a spiritually-intimate connection with this Collective that is serving to guide me at this point in my development.Among those Guides are the members of Monitor themselves, with whom I continue to be in close contact. This Consort also includes my High Self, of course, who currently appears to me under the name of Adam Kadmon. Also included are the various angelic, devic, and elemental beings who serve as my guides, such as Gabriel, Turehu, Goswami, Nanuk, Callador, the Kachinas, and more.The beautiful thing here and now is that as I write and speak these words, I feel in the depths of my being the certainty and confirmation that I had always sought in Monitor. For Monitor still speaks to me in the intimate corners of my Soul. I feel in the depths of my being the comfort that comes in thsat Trust that Monitor had nurtured in me. I feel like the baby bird who is finally ready to fly.And I believe that I am not alone in this. I believe that this message will resonate with those of you who hear these words. For we are all reaching that point of maturity and confidence that will allow us to do the work we have come here to do in our work as this Soul Planet Channel.Thank you for listening and participating with me in this journey.I now will play the recording of my channeling of the Consort of Guides who greeted me a week ago on our sacred hill here in Fiskars, Finland.ENCOURAGEMENT FROM THE CONSORT OF GUIDESGabriel, This is January 7th 2024.Breathe deeply. Let go of all of the anxiety that has characterized the last several years, the last year in particular, and breathe in in confidence and breathe out in confidence.You are facing the sun on this coldest day of the year so far. It was -26 centigrade, -15 F Fahrenheit.And you see little ice crystals floating through the air in the sunlight as you face the sun between you on the top of this hill, with the Lawence Tree to your right and the lower forest to your left, Fiskars Village behind you, the Baltic Sea before you, where the sun rises and sets at this time of year.Those little crystalline flashes that you see are little sylphs, little beings—nature beings—making themselves manifest before you now. Just take in their passage, their beauty, their mode of shining in the sunlight, and the way they invite you to a higher mode of perception.You can hear the various dogs on either side of the forest communicating with each other, one to the South and one to the East. You can hear traffic noise going through the tunnel between Fiskars and Pohja. You can hear the crinkle sound of your winter clothing that is keeping you warm and comfortable on this coldest day of the year as you stand outside in the snow on the hilltop in the open crisp air.The sylphs are dancing before you. Listen to their song. Attend to their dancing movements. They are throughout this stretch of space from the hilltop to the trees before you, multiple dimensions of space between you and that spot about 30 meters in front of you.Look at the way the sunlight creates the patterns of light and shadow on the snow, like those photographs you saw as a child in Sunday school from the church bulletins in the midst of winter, giving inspiration and hope to those wishing to tune into something higher than the constant din of daily life.And yet it is this in the midst of that constant din of daily life that these ecstatic moments are possible. They're not separate. They're multiple layers of the same experience. The difference is the degree to which you are open to these different layers.Breathe in. Let go of the tension. Let go of the doubt the self recriminations and open yourself up to the expansion of possibilities that this life offers you, that this year 2024 offers offers you in the midst of global calamities there are still instances and acts of beauty. Communities coming together in the midst of calamity are one such instance of the human capacity for beauty as well, moments of empathy without calls for immediate revenge.There are questions about the distinction between protection and aggression. This has been a question that goes back much further than the Bhagavad Gita. What is your role in the act of protection? What exactly does that mean? What kind of actions provide the best modes of protection?Tuning in to these ice crystals dancing in the sun is one such mode, for it is taking you outside of your everyday consciousness and recognizing your place within a greater scheme of things—within the Planetary Being as one moment in the Planetary Consciousness.So letting go of the anxieties of last year, the sense of loss, the fear of isolation and incapacity, the fear of going too far, memories of previous lives of extremity, memories of confusion and acting out.In this moment right here you are fully conscious of the sufferings of the world. At the same time you are taking in this beauty. This is one of the hardest lessons for humans—sensitive humans—to take in and to accept: the moments of Peace and Connection in the midst of Calamity and Extinction. What does it mean to be a member of the human family, a family so given to Beauty and Terror—a Terrible Beauty, as Yeats once said?The sparkles on this surface of the snow, the shadows of the trees in this sunlight, in this moment of opening and possibility, midday on the 7th of January 2024: Breathe in, breathe deeply.Feel the assurance and the confidence and the connection. You breathe in and you breathe out. This is a process repeated by all beings on the planet in one way or another, no matter their mode of manifestation. Tune in to the energies of the Taos Tree (the Lawrence Tree) and the ways in which they provide you with that palpable experience of portal travel from here to the north of Taos, the spot that drew so many people of artistic connection to ancient ceremonial sites, ceremonies that continue to this day among some individuals.This is a new year, a new cycle of the Earth around the Sun, one way that keeps you attuned to the sense of Passage and Return and Eternity in the moments of time. William Blake had a glimpse of this.Celebrate in those moments of understanding. Celebrate in those moments of unity. Celebrate in those moments of love and peace and understanding.We leave you now, Gabriel, this consort of guiding Spirits.Peace be with you and all.Music Credits:Intro — “Kind of a Party” by the Mini VandalsInterlude 1 — “Float” by GeographerTransition Snippet 1 — “Beyond” by Patrick PatrikiosOutro— “Read All Over” by Nathan Moore Thank you for subscribing. 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9 April 2023Two months ago I found myself in my annual—perpetually unexpected—round of mourning and despair. It took me more than a week to recognize this as my recurring cycle of deep reconnection to the week of my baby son Jesse’s birth and all-too-sudden death in February 2004. I was drifting along listless in my unacknowledged state of infinite silent déjà vu. As a result, I was finding it pretty much impossible to do the busy things I had thought I was going to do, such as write and record my supposedly weekly installments of this Soul Planet Channel communication with you all.Gotta get through JanuaryGotta get through FebruaryGotta get through JanuaryGotta get through FebruaryGotta get through JanuaryGotta get through FebruaryGotta get through January—Van Morrison, “Fire in My Belly”Jesse Santiago Hartley was born on February 2, the Groundhog Day for 2004, not quite three months after my son Dylan’s death on the 14th of November in 2003. Four days later on the 6th of February Jesse died suddenly. By February 8th of this year 2023 I finally recognized the source of my unexpected season of despair. That is when I began these notes on this annual process of mourning and memory. It took me until today, the 9th of April—Easter Sunday, in fact—to complete this meditation on loss and resurrection.I now share this with you in hopes that this might be some comfort in terms of recognition for anyone going through your own rounds of unacknowledged travel through the Underworld. As February gives way to March, I eventually, slowly pull myself out of this round of things. Even though that first Spring after the deaths of my boys came as a great cosmic insult—How dare those daffodils bloom in a world so scarred with loss?—I eventually learned how to live with the days and events and loves and losses to come in this beautiful magical round called life. I wish the same for all of you.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode #60 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 9th day of April 2023. Today’s episode is entitled “Knocked Off My Horse by Groundhog Boy (Again and Again)—The Annual Return of Jesse’s Death.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t want to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!/////////////8 February 2023The 6th of February was a heavy day. Each year it sneaks up on me and knocks me off my horse. This year that particular February day was the 19th anniversary of my son Jesse’s first death at four days old. I say “first death” because, in what turned out to be a macabre shift in things, when Jesse arrived at the hospital about an hour after he died just four days after being born, the emergency team somehow managed to get his heart beating again.For me, this was one of the greatest horrors of my life. I knew at that moment that, whatever might have caused his death (which couldn’t have been anything good), his brain and body had been so deprived of oxygen and blood circulation during that hour of death that there was no way his brain or body could ever function without life support. In fact, he never regained any sign of brain function, even if he did have a beating heart and breathing lungs while on machines. Four days later he died for the second time on February 10th as I held him in my arms just after they took him off of life support.So that moment comes back in unexpected ways each year as his groundhog-day birth and twice-dying anniversary sneaks up on me again. When your job as a parent is to protect your children, it’s quite devastating to find that you couldn’t do that with either of your older sons. One complicating factor in my ability to deal with Jesse’s death (as if his death itself wasn’t complicating enough) was that he died, as I have mentioned already, less than three months after my first son, Dylan, died at age 16 of brain cancer. The death of two children in less than three months still strikes me as a particularly peculiar event, statistically speaking. Emotionally speaking, it was completely paralyzing and demolishing.But one of the immediate benefits for me in terms of my own psyche and sense of self was that my inability to save Jesse made me feel slightly less guilty for not having been able to save Dylan. My abilities as a faith healer came crashing up against a wall of alternative cosmic intentions.This particular lack of super healing abilities became graphically evident to me when I tried to administer CPR on poor little Jesse’s fragile and lifeless body. First of all, how could I push my paalms on his sternum to try to pump the blood through him between my breaths on his mouth when at any moment my fingers might crush his entire rib cage? I kept imagining my fingers plunging right through his heart. Moreover, Jesse lay on my lap exactly like a rag doll, limbs dangling down over my legs, his jaw ghoulishly slack and lifeless.In the two or three times that I performed CPR on Dylan during his seizures in the weeks before his death, he actually responded and sprang back to life and consciousness from out of whatever deathlike dimension he had sunk into minutes before. I felt like a super-dad, the only one who could bring my boy back from the land of the dead—which, as it turned out, wasn’t really the best thing for him, given how much damage each momentary death caused to his brain functions and consciousness. But I felt like a father doing the only thing I could possibly do in such a moment.Another debilitating factor in my emotional and intellectual response to Jesse’s coming birth in the months ahead of time was my sense, irrational but very real, that I could never love another child after the death of the child I was not ultimately able to save. Wasn’t this a kind of perverse exchange of one child for another? Wouldn’t this in some way betray my relationship with Dylan? And wouldn’t this also seriously betray any relationship I could have with this coming child when he would be born into such trauma and suffering and brokenness? How could I ever love this child about to be?And yet, miraculously and completely unexpectedly, the moment I first held my newborn Jesse in my arms, I fell in love with him completely. I realized on the spot that any fears I had previously had about not being able to love him in the midst of turmoil were completely unfounded. The impact of his birth, of his very physical being, was unexpected proof of the ultimate rightness of the universe under any circumstances. Jesse taught me that, despite losing the struggle to save Dylan from death, I had not lost the ability to love a new child. Jesse’s birth miraculously healed me in my darkest moments as a father. There was never a question in my mind that I might stop loving my daughter Katy if Dylan died. So why did I have such fears about Jesse? Again, I think it grew out of the sense that this was some kind of unasked-for exchange, of trading in one son for another. But as it turned out, this was the furthest thing from the truth once the very real flesh-and-blood Jesse had leapt into my life.So in ways that might seem perverse to people on the outside of this state of being and consciousness, Jesse’s birth and death were both miracles for me. Of course, I would rather have had him survive whatever it was that caused his brain to explode on his fourth day, before he had ever had a normal poop or had ever had a chance to catch on to what nursing was all about, before he had ever fully eliminated the meconium from his system and before the breastmilk that was to feed him had ever fully come in. Boom—he was here and then he was gone, just like that, in the middle of all those things that were supposed to take place in the week following birth.Another miracle for me in his so brief coming and going was that after these experiences, I was later able to approach the coming birth of his sibling August without the crippling fears and guilt that had plagued me before Jesse’s arrival and sudden departure. I knew this time a little more than one year later that this new coming child would bring about the same kind of healing and affirmations of love that Jesse had shown me. The birth of August proved that at times we are permitted to witness the victories that life, sometimes unexpectedly, offers us. I was now able to embrace this new being with a sense of cosmic love and grace and assurance. The difficult marriage I had always seen as such a mystery was what in the end made these two miraculous births possible. Now I wouldn’t have it any other way./////////////Each year as the anniversary of Jesse’s coming and going surprises me all over again—and again—I find myself knocked off my horse once more. I sink down unexpectedly into the groove of mourning and sorrow before I’m ever aware of it. I spend a week or so in this state of unnoticed depression until I recognize its source, its relationship to the cycles of the calendar and of the seasons that have been overwritten by these narratives of loss and helplessness, a despair that circulates dormant through most of the year, only to manifest itself in silence once again each February.But then, as an eternally recurring miraculous recovery, I finally wake up one morning a bit later in February and recognize this deep unconscious drift into sadness for what it is—the unacknowledged reminders written into the very fabric of late winter darkness and frozen stillness. And once I recognize this source, I also remember the blessings that Jesse’s coming and going, so soon after Dylan’s departure and relatively soon before August’s victorious arrival, provided for me as a father—having to learn hard lessons about life and death and everyt

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,For I would ride with you upon the wind,Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,And dance upon the mountains like a flame. — W.B. YeatsOn the 31st of March 2023 I submitted a proposal to the Arts Promotion Center of Finland. I applied as a lifelong writer of Creative Nonfiction, hoping to continue my work in creative essays and books while focusing on a variety of mystical ventures and obsessions.This very Substack project that I call Soul Planet Channel was one of my primary points of reference in the proposal, for I hope to continue using this medium as the testing ground for my shamanic explorations in geomancy. It occurred to me that the material I presented there would also serve well as a kind of overview of where I’ve seen this blog podcast take me in the past year and how it animates my future and my past. For I discovered that all of my writing throughout all of my career has been focused on various quests for heightened consciousness.Whether my focus at the time had to do with Marxist theories of ideology or avant-garde poetic notions of defamiliarization or shamanic notions of communications with the spirit world, all of that work, I came to realize, has always been focused on the possibilities for expanding our consciousnesses in order to create a better world for ourselves and for the planet as a whole.Here in this post I will present an elaborate version of what I had written in my proposal in order to give you and me a sense of that life project so far.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode #59 of my Soul Planet Channel for the 8th of April 2023. Today’s episode is entitled “My Arts Grant Proposal—Multidimensional Essays in Planetary Consciousness.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t want to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!/////////////////My plan for this Taike Arts Grant in Literature is to produce a variety of ongoing interrelated projects in creative nonfiction (essays and books). Writing multiple works simultaneously, I see each of these works as part of a much larger life project of what could be called philosophical mysticism or, with a slight inflection, geomantic poiesis. This work is intimately hybrid, taking the form of travel narrative, experimental notes, multidimensional dialogue, spiritual meditation, and (to coin a phrase) poetic habitation. I will try in what follows to give you a sense of what I mean by all these rather unusual terms. As my Substack and Wordpress essays and podcasts show, most of my current work involves mystical investigations into the ancient sites in my own backyard. Here I am continuing the sacred sites work I had done in the U.S. since 2010 (for example, my essay in Journal of Contemporary Shamanism on Kachinas that I met in New Mexico). My narratives of otherworldy engagement inform these latest creative nonfiction works. Here my earlier challenges to allegoresis and academic skepticism form the basis of my own literary stories.I make these concerns a little clearer when I write the following in my discussion of Robert Frost’s poem “A Star in a Stone-Boat”:The poem seems to gesture towards without ever mentioning the relational ethos of the communal stone workers of the past who built the complex sacred structures of Stonehenge, Newgrange, Chaco Canyon, and Machu Picchu—aware of the importance of appeasing those Spring-like forces that do not love a wall if it merely separates one human from another. The speaker of ‘Mending Wall’ seeks to mend entire modes of consciousness that remain deaf to the mischievous call of Spring in us that recreates spaces in our walls through which two can pass abreast once more.If we take this image—worthy of William Blake—seriously for a moment, what a miraculous shift in earthly consciousness are we allowed to witness. The speaker, recognizing his own bodily energetic kinship with such fallen stars, picks this particular one up, spins it in his palm, and creates a marvelous glowing electrical continuum that in itself illustrates the human role of serving as the bridge between heaven and earth. In these brief moments of transcendental connection, this mad local star handler becomes the microcosmic embodiment of our universal cosmic dance.My Underlying Message In all of my work over the past dozen years or so, I have come to a firm conviction in what I could now state as my primary credo: All people, all species, all beings (including rocks and oceans and quantum particles) in their infinite variety at root are singular—a physical-spiritual manifestation of our planet as an infinitely evolving singular complexity. We are all expressions of a unified living planetary consciousness, of a complexity-in-singularity. Such a recognition of this intimate planetary identity, I believe, helps us to reduce our drive to war and competition ands all things driven by our illusion of separation. Overcoming this illusion allows for greater unified cosmic consciousness. And exploring the infinite dimensions of this singularity-in-complexity has been my goal for over a decade now and will continue, I imagine, until my dying day.Teaching as Engaged Art Much of my earlier writing grew directly out of my teaching as a Professor of English Literature and Language. For roughly four decaades I spent my time teaching literature and creative writing to students from eighth graders through PdD candidates. My classes often explored the bounds of human imagination in tales of encounters with non- or extra-human beings. From ancient sacred texts to fairy tales to classical literary works to contemporary movies, the human imagination has found a wealth of ways to explore experiences with fairies, elves, angels, and ETs. This work led to my presentation entitled “Believing in Fairy Tales,” later appearing in my Soul Planet Channel project, in which I wrote the following key paragraphs:What if I, like Morpheus in the Matrix movies, were to suggest that you might be living an illusion and that, like Nero, you could choose to take the red rather than the blue pill? What if the world of fairy tales was actually the real world and what we call real is a socially accepted fantasy? And that this might be as good a time as any to travel down that rabbit hole?Or what if we were to take Joseph Campbell seriously and suppose that we are suffering from the illusion of separation, and that even this distinction between the real world and the fantasy world—the red pill and the blue pill—is itself the ultimate illusion of the dualistic state of consciousness that prevents us from seeing the energies of eternity as they break through into time?My classroom experience also led me write the essay “Allegoresis and the Eclipse of the Extraordinary,” where I explore how our tendency to read such magical accounts as allegories of this or that particular social condition tends to cut us off from the enchantment of the world around us. I later posted this essay in my Sacred Sites Project blog and plan to do a podcast version here in the future.Essay as Poetic Habitation In my current work I argue that the literary work provides space for our habitation within the multidimensional worlds provided by the work itself. Preceding the space outside the work is the space of the work. As we write our way into such works as readers, this poetic habitation provides us with an alternative mode of inhabiting the world we imagine to be outside the poem, which takes up residence in the space opened up as the poem in the world. As we read the poem, we create a space enveloping us in the flow and texture of the poem.In another post and podcast in this Soul Planet Channel series I wrote the following two paragraphs that attempt to dive into exactly what I mean by Poetic Habitation:This space that the poem creates and opens up for us becomes a habitable space. We can climb in and take up residence in this space made possible by the poem. This allows us to speak of modes of poetic habitation. Or, given the collective, social nature of language and the written-spoken media, maybe we should say poetic cohabitation. The poem creates a space where we can cohabit with the poet and with other readers and communities of people who might not have even read the poem but whose collective existence rises up as a fact of our newfound habitat. A poem about farm boys brings those farm boys into the present moment, the present space of the poem—they bring these various characters into presence from within the space and texture of the poem. The poem provides for the presencing of the outer world around us.Or perhaps I should take a step back for a moment and begin instead by altering the statement to say that the poem provides for our presencing within the multidimensional worlds provided by the poem itself. Before the space outside the poem comes the space of the poem that we might come to associate with the poem’s inner space of being. This poetic habitation provides us with an alternative mode of inhabiting, of cohabiting in the world we imagine to be there already outside the bounds of the poem. The world outside the poem takes up residence in the space opened up by the poem, opened up as the poem in the world.Reader as AvatarJust as we in our imaginative capacities allow the worlds created in novels to shape the world around us, we can also identify with the characters of these narratives as well. We become avatars of these characters, living inside those consciousnesses just as we live in their most intimate environments. This is a mode of superconscious connectivity that grows out of our deepest innate faculti

13 March 2023This morning I woke up around 6:30 and had the urge—I might even say the urging—to get up and walk out to our nearby hilltop, the one that I am now tempted to refer to as Kachina Peak.The offical name of the hill is Riddarmansberget, which is Swedish for Knight’s Mountain. As I mentioned in the last two posts, I was recently contacted by the Kachina spirits on this hilltop—a point of contact that came after a year’s meditation on the channeling I had done between 2013 and 2015 during which time I received a series of extremely important messages for humanity regarding our role as a species on this planet of ours. I posted some of those transcripts, as you know, in this Soul Planet Channel Podcast.Anyway, after those spirit promptings that woke me up this morning, I got up and put on my winter clothes for this sunny frosty morning in March and hiked up to the top of the hill. The sun had not yet risen above the treetops, but beautiful bright streams of sunlight filtered through the pines and spruce at various points. When I got to the hill, I saw that it was already bathed in brilliant sunlight—a sure sign of the coming of Spring.After ten minutes or so on the hilltop, exulting in the beauty of this sun on my face, I watched the sun rise up over the tops of the trees from this higher perspective. In pure joy I greeted the sun with the opening lines from a song from the Rock musical Hair (but spoken much as Johnny Depp does in the movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory):Good Morning, Starshine! The Earth says Hello.You twinkle above us; we twinkle below!As soon as I said this, the Kachinas instantly greeted me and immediately started engaging me in a discussion about the need for—or rather, the lack of need for—proper preparation for spirit contact. Seeing how important this was going to be, I paused the conversation, got out my phone, and recorded the following exchange.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode #58 of my Soul Planet Channel for today, the 13th of March 2023. Today’s episode is entitled “Kachina Sun Morning: On Being Open to Spirit Communications.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t wish to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!Greetings to and from the Kachinas in the Sun[audio recording and transcript]Gabriel:Good Morning, Starshine! The Earth says Hello.You twinkle above us; we twinkle below!As I breathe in the Sun, I greet the star that guides us and draws us together in this solar system of balance and imbalance, of harmony and disharmony, as all comes together through the light and the dark, and I greet you, Kachina spirits, here on top of what I now call Kachina Peak in Fiskars, Riddarmansberget (or “berget”—I'm not sure).The Kachinas of Fiskars:Gabriel, we are the Kachina spirits. We are local to this spot, and yet we participate in a much larger contingent, a much larger community, a much larger harmonic symphony of voices throughout the planet and throughout time.When you were beginning this contact a few minutes ago, standing here in the winter sun with a beautiful blue sky above you, roughly 8:30 in the morning as the spring is on its way on this 13th of March in 2023 (as you count it these days), you were wondering, “How do I best prepare for this contact? How do I best make myself ready and available for this communication with these spirits?”And as we started to tell you—we will repeat now for the recording—humans have long imagined that they require certain Puritan rituals and ceremonies in order to prepare themselves for the openness that is, in their minds, required for communications with spirits, with beings other than themselves, however those beings might be conceived.And what we have to say this morning is that this is not true. We, the Kachina spirits, are capable of cutting through the clutter of your usual everyday consciousness and tuning in, just as if we were standing in your kitchen sharing a cup of coffee and taking in the morning sun as it comes through the windows.This spot is powerful. This spot is a spot we have been not only drawn to but active in creating as a portal (as you might call it) that allows you to make contact with greater spaces and greater voices— “greater” being a very relative term—and what we are saying this morning is this spot is a spot for inspiration. It's a spot for catching your attention. But it is not necessary for the communication once you've made this connection. Humans have an innate capacity for communicating far beyond what they imagine as their everyday round of humanity.And we see it as part of our work with you, our mission, you might say, to get to the point, to cut to the bone, to clear the way, so that you can have these communications openly.There are traditions that associate us with certain times of the year, and there have been good reasons for that in relation to coming into greater contact with the rhythms of the earth and the planet. But it is not true that we come and go in the sense of being available and then unavailable at different times of the year. We are available to those with whom we have made contact and through whom we wish to speak.So relax into this journey! We've been traveling this together for ten years in your Consciousness, ten years come this August in 2023 from your first opening Chaco awareness. And we have been with you ever since, sometimes in the background, sometimes on the sidelines, sometimes at the forefront. We have helped you make contact with variety of entities—planetary, innerplanetary, extraplanetary—and that is all a part of the project, you might say.So don't worry about consecrating exercises and grounding routines. All it takes is the intention to make this contact—and, as you've seen, sometimes not even that, because, as we said, we can cut through the clutter of everyday consciousness and get your attention if we believe that is important for the moment, at the moment, in the moment.So we thank you for this communication in this Starlight on this beautiful, bright sunny March winter morning, coming into what is called Spring, which in relation to the sun you certainly witness—the position of the sun in your sky, your relationship to that angle of the planet, and its angle of contingency.We bid you farewell and wish you a beautiful and productive day.Music Credits:Intro— “Kind of a Party” by the Mini VandalsInterlude 1— “Float” by GeographerOutro— “Read All Over” by Nathan Moore Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

New Soul Planet Channel Chat Facebook GroupAnnouncement: I wanted to let you know that I created a new Facebook Group this morning called Soul Planet Channel Chat. You can find it either by searching in Facebook for that name or clicking on this link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1035531900752129I wanted to take a few minutes to explain why I decided to create this group. While the Substack Podcast and Newsletter format gives me a way to provide you with access to my posts and audio recordings, as well as giving you a chance to subscribe to my channel, I have found that it doesn’t seem to encourage direct communication. This means that while I trust you are all receiving my posts—giving you the opportunity to read these posts either in your email or online and to listen to my recorded podcasts—I can never get any clear sense of your reaction to my stories and messages beyond what the Substack statistics (and my occasional telepathic connections) provide. The communication remains a little too one-sided for my comfort. I don’t want to be a single voice uttering incantations to myself in the wilderness (although much of my  inspiration actually comes from my experiences in the wilderness). If Facebook isn’t your thing, please feel free to email me with any responses to gabriel@sacredsitesproject.com.And given that my goal, as I say in my Substack statement, is “to contribute to the expanding chorus of voices channeling our collective consciousness into one grand complexly-harmonious symphony,” I have been wanting to find a way that we can actually create that grand complexly-harmonious symphony together. So consider this an invitation to join me in that conversation in the Facebook group. What questions do my essay-letters raise for you? What related resources spring to your mind as you read and/or hear my podcasts? How does this material fit into your own experiences and understandings? What next steps might you suggest in this collective Planetary Soul Journey?Beyond that, I also often find myself wishing I could add extra links and notes and resources to follow up on the topics and themes I discuss in my podcast. If I were to do this through the Substack medium, I would quickly fill up your email inboxes, which might not spark joy in all of you. But I can do so in this Facebook group—and you can do so as well.So please feel free to keep these conversations going beyond my emails to you.On a side note, I thought I should mention that while you initially get these Soul Planet posts in your email, your email also gives you the link to the online version of my posts. I often add new photos and links in the online version that I left out of the email—again to cut down on clutter in your mail boxes. So please check out the online versions as you can.I am also considering creating YouTube video versions of some of my posts. I know that YouTube is my primary source of news and information these days, so it feels like a natural next step for me, and perhaps for you as well. I’ll keep you posted!Anyway, feel free to keep things as they previously have been in the email connections we have established—and which will remain as the initial points of contact—and, if you feel moved to do so, please join in on the conversation in my new Facebook Group. In any case, thanks for coming along for the ride!Peace and grooviness,GabrielMusic Credits:Intro— “Kind of a Party” by the Mini VandalsOutro— “Read All Over” by Nathan Moore Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

2023-03-10A few days ago (the 3rd of March 2023) I learned that the Riddarmansberget hilltop near our house here in Fiskars, Finland is another Kachina portal. A Kachina portal right here in Fiskars!My family and I had climbed up on top of this hill on this day, as we do on most days, in order to get our daily exercise and to take in the beautiful views from up there. And as I do on most days, I was the first to reach the top. As soon as I did, the central tree on top called me over and asked for a hug. Now that I think about it, I don’t remember ever being addressed in this way by a tree before, but at the time I didn’t give it a second thought and just gave the tree a big hug. I felt a deep, warm energy flow through as I did, which made me wonder why I hadn’t done this before on any of the other trips up here.Then, just as we started building little shelters in the snow, I heard a voice call to me from the tree once again. This time I understood that the voice was coming from the Kachinas—which took me by surprise, given that I hadn’t been in touch with them in Finland before—at least not on a conscious level. I greeted them, and they told me, “We are the guardians of this portal. That is the reason you feel such a strong connection to the D.H. Lawrence Ranch when you’re up here. You are recognizing our energy here just as you had in Taos, even if you haven’t been aware of it yet.”That felt exactly right, but I didn’t give it a lot of thought at that moment, being happily engaged in family fun in the snow. It’s a curious thing these days—the matter-of-fact feeling behind these spirit encounters in my otherwise normal daily settings. And now as I write these words, I am realizing that this is one of the key points of this interaction: We don’t always need to go to some exotic or outwardly symbolic place to be able to get in contact with the spirits. We live among and breathe in the textures, so to speak, our spiritual neighbors in every moment of our existence. There is never a moment when we are not a part of our larger planetary Soul family. The key is the recognition that we can foster our consciousness of this constant fact, this universal gift. The Mystic isn’t the person who manages to make contact with the spirit world but, rather, the person who becomes conscious of our always participating in such otherwise occult streams of relationship.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode 56 of my Soul Planet Channel for today, the 10th of February 2023. Today’s episode is entitled “This Kachina Wormhole: Location Equivalents from Taos to Fiskars.’”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t want to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. Every little bit helps me as I go forward in this work. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message! I’ll be right back after this musical interlude.Wheeler PeakAnyway, while I hadn’t spent very much time in conscious communication with the Kachinas on the hilltop that day, they nevertheless remained a constant presence in my conscious and unconscious rhythms afterwards. Two days later I climbed back up, alone this time, specifically in order to communciate with them directly, video-taping myself on my iPhone. The video didn’t turn out to be what I was hoping for, but recording it gave me a chance to process some of my thoughts about this most recent Kachina experience, which I will recount below. But the main take-away from the Kachinas on that day, besides confirming my earlier sense that this hilltop is indeed a Kachina portal, was their presentation of an etheric version of New Mexico’s Wheeler Peak towering above the hilltop to the east.Wheeler Peak itself is 16 kilometers (10 miles) from the D.H. Lawrence Ranch as the crow flies, which in Fiskars terms would roughly be on the north-south axis right between Mustio (Svartå) and Fagervik if this physical translocation were taken literally. But whatever we make of the etheric-to-physical translation here, the key element of the translocation effect for me was reduplication of the energetic signature of Wheeler Peak’s presence as I feel it at the Lawrence Ranch. The Peak itself can’t be seen from the Ranch because Lobo Peak, Perra Peak, and Gallina Peak surround Kiowa Village, blocking any surface-level view of Wheeler Peak. In any case, it’s likely that the energetic signature that I perceive encompasses a mass larger than Wheeler Peak itself and probably takes in most of the inner land mass within the Enchanted Circle, the 84-mile (136 km) roadway sytem that encircles this northern section of New Mexico’s Sangre de Cristo Mountains. But my consciousness, now just as whenever I have been in Taos, is always drawn up to Wheeler Peak, even though I have never climbed to the top.Interestingly in this regard, I had hoped to climb to the top of Wheeler Peak to celebrate my 60th birthday (on 30 June 2017). But as it turns out, I had a stroke instead! In one way or another I was preparing to have my mind blown. That was the summer during which I wrote my essay on Laguna Pueblo writer Leslie Marmon Silko’s book Ceremony, a novel I had taught every year since 1987. The conclusion I arrived at—which truly blew my mind—is that attentive readers function as avatars of the gods that oversee the development of the narratives we are drawn to participate in. And this notion of reader-as-avatar remains key to my entire understanding of discipleship as a whole, in ways I will one day develop more fully. But in any case, Wheeler Peak has been a significant presence in my life since I first saw it in the Fall of 1980, shortly after moving to New Mexico after graduating from college. So I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose, to find this etheric version of Wheeler Peak right here in my most inspiring spot in Finland.Interesting as well is that part of the same mountain mass that culminates in Wheeler Peak is another height called Kachina Peak (crow-fly distance from Kiowa Village being 13.55 km or 8.42 mi). I only learned of this yesterday as I was studying the topographical maps of Taos County. I don’t know yet exactly what role this peak plays in this unfolding drama, but it seems more than coincidental (in the colloquial sense) that such a twin peak exists right there hugging Wheeler Peak. It also seems more than accidental that I would discover this peak during the same week I discovered the Kachina Portal and the etheric Wheeler Peak right here in Fiskars.Location EquivalentsThis search for terms and understanding has itself led me into some amazing synchronicities that strongly suggest that this search is part of a much larger moment of learning for me. Last October I began a much more concentrated attempt to come to an understanding of the fact that for two years now I have had the experience in Fiskars when on top of Riddarmansberget (which I might start referring to as Kachina Peak) that I was both in Fiskars and at the D.H. Lawrence Ranch at the same time. At least as early as summer 2021 I had become aware that this hilltop expresses the exact same energetic signature as the grounds around the cabins at the D.H. Lawrence Ranch outside of San Cristobal, New Mexico just north of Taos. When I am on top of this hill in Fiskars I feel deep in my bones that I am in both places at once.When I first tried to describe this experience and find a proper geomantic word for it, on 10 October 2022 I asked the following question in two places on Facebook, the Ley Lines and Earth Mysteries group page (https://www.facebook.com/groups/19213553166/) and my own profile page (https://www.facebook.com/gabriel.hartley.92). I got a wide range of provocative suggestions in both Facebook settings, such as “quantum entanglement,” “spooky action at a distance,” “superposition,” “synchronicity,” “astrocartography,” “morphic resonance,” and more.This has led me to all kinds of speculations regarding wormholes and singularities and the nature of such portal connections. I’m sure that there is probably an infinite number of types of portals, so this is my attempt to come to terms with this particular kind of portal experience. A key aspect of this experience centers on the sense that I am not really in two places at different points on the globe—New Mexico and Finland— as if my consciousness expands over the surface distance of 8,310 kilometers or 5,163 miles that separate these two geographical points. Instead, these two geographical points overlap and and converge into one singular point in this experience. It is not a question of travel, then, but of coincidence in the technical sense.The Online Etymology Dictionary tells us that the word coincidence was coined c. 1600 and meant:“exact correspondence in substance or nature,” from French coincidence, from coincider, from Medieval Latin coincidere, literally “to fall upon together,” from assimilated form of  Latin com “with, together” (see com-) + incidere “to fall upon” (from in- “upon” + combining form of cadere “to fall,” from PIE root *kad- “to fall”). (https://www.etymonline.com/word/coincidence)At this moment in time I imagine the nature of this coincidence to be like the folded string in the novel A Wrinkle in Time or depictions of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge used to illustrate the structure of wormholes.In my search, I was led to ask Monitor about this experience, to which they responded in the following exchange in Explore! vol. 23, no. 4 (12 October 2022), pp. 5-6:PATRICE: This question is also from Gabriel. “I’m trying to find a word (and beyond that, any works that explore the implications of such a word) for the phenomenon in which the Earth energies of one spot are replicated in another spot, as though a portal c

As I mentioned in my last post, about a week ago Adam Kadmon, my High Self, suggested that I get back to my Blue Star Kachina Project that I began in April of last year as I presented some material here in this Soul Planet Channel pertaining to some channeling I had done back mostly in 2014 when I was deeply engaged with the Kachina Spirits. Well, as I started going back through some of my audio recordings of channelings I had done from 2013 to 2015, I came across another message from the Kachinas that I had never transcribed. Mostly out of curiosity, I listened to the 38-minute recording and discovered that this particular message was key to my development in this Kachina Message Project.And more striking was the fact that this message from 2014 was exactly the message I needed to hear this week. For in it the Kachinas devote a lot of time and energy to affirming my sense of the importance of this work. They provided me with methods for overcoming my stumbling blocks and paralyzing inner conflicts along the way. Given that these doubts and stumbling blocks continue to come up now more almost ten years later, I found this message to be exactly the message I needed to hear right here and now. I’m sure that this is not mere coincidence. I was led directly to this message and offered the chance to take in the advice offered within it. And I’m so glad I listened to this inner prompting!One key overarching aspect of this message for me is that I have been suffering from some of the same doubts concerning my Spirit Communications here in Finland as I had with the Kachinas back in 2014. So this message is doing double duty at least for me now.I am also confident that some if not all of you will find comfort, confirmation, and direction in the words offered to us here by the Kachinas. In their closing words the Kachinas said, “We ask you to present this information in a generalized way. This certainly is the message presented to you personally and in personal terms, but there is much here that is of import to many other humans. This is a message many should hear, and we are asking you to propagate this information as widely as possible.”I should take moment here to explain a few of the references in the recording. Just as in my previous post, the Kachinas here often refer to my Inner Selves as they are labeled in Harvey Grady’s channelings of the multidimensional collective entity known as Monitor. For example, you will hear the Kachinas refer to my Male Self, my Female Self, my Mental Judge Self, and to my Astral Judge Self. According to Monitor, the two Judge Selves are Maldekian Souls that are part of the Human-Maldekian project that the Spiritual Hierarchy organized after the Maldekians blew up their own planet, Maldek, and were allowed to join with our Human Soul collectives as hitch hikers of a sort. One of the Soul lessons that both Humans and Maldekians are learning through this cooperative evolutionary venture is the benefits and difficulties of cooperation, of collective agency. Due to the devastating destruction of Maldek—the planet which now in physical terms exists as our Asteroid Belt—the Maldekians are, for the most part, still extremely traumatized. This is sort of a parallel Atlantis self-destruction story that we Humans are still traumatized by. And this is the back story to why my Maldekian Mental Judge Self was responding so intensely to the vibratory signatures of the Kachinas, the frequencies of which so often trigger the traumatized Maldekians.As for the 2014 recording itself, I went back and forth earlier today about whether to use that original recording, which is filled with all kinds of wind and bird song and bee buzzing, not to mention all the racket from my wandering through the brush on the property at our Blue House in Athens County, Ohio. I found, however, that if I use headphones, I can hear the message perfectly clearly, and that the background noise becomes an important part of the messaage itself. Notice, for instance, that almost every time my Female Self begins “speaking in tongues” (as I continue to call it due to my teenage experience in a Christian fundamentalist home) you can hear a bee come buzzing right up to my microphone. I am confident that this is also no mere coincidence.In any case, if you read along in the text as you listen to the recording, you will obviously have no trouble hearing this very important message from across time and space. I thank the Kachinas and my High Self for the opportunity to present this to you all now.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode 55 of my Soul Planet Channel for today, the 23rd of February 2023. Today’s episode is entitled “A Kachina Message: From Resistance and Prejudgment to Planetary Heart Alignment.’”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t want to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. Every little bit helps me as I go forward in this work. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!2014-08-05Relax, Gabriel. Relax. Breathe deeply. And a third time. Beyond Resistance and Prejudgment—Towards a Planetary Heart AlignmentYou have attuned to our frequency, and we begin working together in this joint communication toward the greater unfolding of the Mysteries of the universe and, in particular, the Mysteries and the workings of this planetary being on this sacred orb that circles around your sun, this planet Earth and all of its component beings. For the highest good of all beings, we bring forward these messages so that humans may learn to walk the path that many of them need to walk today in order to bring about the just alignment of spirits, the just alignment of categories, the just alignment of information and energies, so that we may together share information, knowledge, practices, and the Heart connections through the heart chakra we all share. [Spirit Talk]So as you open your heart chakra to this connection, the chakra by means of which your other modes of connecting are synchronized, we join together for this communication.Who Are the Kachinas?We are the Kachinas, the Kachinas who have been coming to you by the name of Kachina. And this name is no incidental mistake, this is no accident. For as we have said in earlier transmissions, the name Kachina is the name we used when we first came to various beings of your species on this continent long, long ago. We are the ones who brought this name forward, identified ourselves as such, as the Kachinas who are here to work with and help prepare humans in their transformation as they get ready to go forward in their path of evolution, in the raising vibration of a planetary being.So let yourself ease into this transmission. Let yourself ease into the role of speaking for us, of letting us speak through you, so that you can record this information and present it to humankind for consideration, for meditation, so that others can weigh it in the scales of their own heart and their own minds and judge for themselves the extent to which this information, these energies are appropriate for them as they go forward on their path.We are the Kachinas. As we have said, we are a class of devic beings who have been on this planet far longer than any human species. In fact, we sponsored, along with many others, the arrival of humans to this planet as part of this great experiment and this great work in raising the vibration of the planetary being, of this orb of your particular Solar Logos.Let Your Heart Be the JudgeSo ease into this communication. Let go of the resistances that get in the way of this transformation. You can judge afterwards what feels right, what is fitting for you. But the more you allow us to speak without filtering, without hesitation, the more capable we will be of presenting you the information that you then can judge on your own terms—that you can judge post facto rather than prejudge.For it is prejudgment itself that is part of what we are here to talk about, the various prejudices that humans and other beings use to frame and filter their experiences as they go forward in their being, in their lives, in their projects, and it's these prejudices that are both the strength and a weakness. For they help to guide and provide continuity for the various concepts that can be attached to new experiences that as yet have no context, no categories, no names, nothing familiar for applying a label to such experiences and allowing those experiences to become part of one's understanding of oneself and of the greater Cosmos.We are the Kachinas. We are the original Kachinas. As proud as that term may be today, we are the ones who came initially and identified ourselves with that label.Relax, remember that as you gain new information, let your heart be the judge—by which we mean let your heart chakra be the Energy Center that you use for gauging the energetic manifold of what is being presented to you. For when you are operating through the heart, you have a better chance of opening up to the various resonances in terms of your own proper resonation, resonance, vibration.From Astral Fears to Heart DiscernmentYour energetic center in the solar plexus also plays a role here, of course. One of the difficulties for humans is that that center is a source of strength and it is a defensive source—and defensive to the extent that it can often shut down new experiences, especially those that are not familiar—because unfamiliarity breeds distrust and fear for the energy center located in the third chakra of the human being. That is the center for great strength, for uprightness, for casting your way through the universe. But it is also the center aligned to your astral being, your Astral Self, and

As I slowly and a bit painfully rise up out of the dark slumber of Winter here now in mid-February—the 17th of February 2023—I am following through on the recommendations of my High Self in taking on a new project. A few days ago Adam Kadmon suggested that I get back once again to my Blue Star Kachina Project. Back in April of last year I presented some material here in this Soul Planet Channel space pertaining to some channeling I had done back mostly in 2014 when I was deeply engaged with the Kachina Spirits. For reference, I’ll put up links below to those earlier posts from April.What I discovered back then was that each time I dive deeply into this material, a portion of my Inner Self grows shy, embarrassed, even a bit scared to present myself so openly in these channeled sessions that at times seem very intimate and personal. And yet I recognize—often at the helpful prodding of Adam Kadmon, my High Self—that these messages, while delivered to and through me, are presented for the world at large.I see my mission, if I can be granted the privilege of using such a word, as an Explorer into the vast multidimensional regions that are more often than not hidden from us. And one thing I have learned from personal experience is that we often hide these dimensions from ourselves—out of fear and self-consciousness, mostly.So as I have been going through my old notes, blog posts, and audio voice recordings of my channelings, I have found that the Kachinas often speak directly to me concerning my fears and inhibitions. They lovingly assure me that one of my personal goals at this stage in my spiritual development is the transformation of Inhibitions into Exhibitions. It is time to take my candle out from beneath the protective basket, in other words, and let its light shine forth as an example of what we humans are capable of when we do that personal transformative work and allow ourselves to step forth into the greatness that is ours shining forth in the Golden Light of Grace.So, at the risk of appearing as an exhibitionist, I present here today the sound recording of one such Kachina channeling from the first of May 2014. To give you some context for what the drama unfolding here is, I have been deeply influenced by the notion that each of us contains several Inner Unconscious Selves, but through deep Soul work we can become conscious of and conversant with those selves. This notion of multiple inner selves is key to the message that the multidimensional entity known as Monitor presents via the channeling work by Harvey Grady of Sedona, Arizona. In the transcript of this recording you will see character names assigned to the various voices speaking in this communication and communion with the Kachinas. Jacob was the name of my inner Male Self before he was transformed into Israel; Esther was the name of my inner Female Self before she transformed into Asherah. Monitor also speaks of inner selves known as our Mental Judge Self and our Astral Judge Self. One of the purposes of this particular drama here is to create the circumstances in which all of these Inner Selves can come into communication and communion with one another as an integral, integrated Self stepping forth into this project.This message speaks to me much more deeply today than it did back then nine years ago.May it speak to you as well, either now or whenever appropriate, according to your own needs. And be on the lookout for future updates on this Kachina Project and more!I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for today, the 17th of February 2023. Today’s episode is entitled “Candles Under Baskets: My Kachina Channel on Inner Self Integration.’”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t want to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. Every little bit helps me as I go forward in this work. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!2014-05-01 Kachina Channel on Inner Self IntegrationOkay Gabriel, we’re the Kachinas. We are here to comfort you, to strengthen your connection and your belief in yourself. We're here to work with you and guide you as you step forward on this path of integration. And it is this path that is necessary for the work you are here to do, for the work you came to this planet to do.Breathe deeply.Yes, you are opening your third eye vision. You are entering the spirit gate of this portal. This portal is one for your transformation.Relax and understand that there are different ways to take in the information you receive, different ways in terms of relation to your own identity.When we spoke of you being the Blue Kachina, recall that we spoke in terms of universality, of the Universal Kachina spirit nature, the spirit that is potentially accessed by and shared with all.Look at that beautiful woodpecker with the redhead, the massive woodpecker. That is one of your spirit guides, that massive black redheaded woodpecker.Take it in. You are in the Golden Light of Grace. You are in the infinite ray of connection.The message we are bringing, as we said, is one of universality, of connection in harmony, relation to the planetary being, relation to the infinite I Am as it expresses itself through and as the planetary being, just as it expresses itself through and as you—you as a composite being and you in your individual natures.As you know, Esther, your female self, enjoys this connection with us immensely for this has long been her path. Jacob has had the presentiment of such a possibility in previous lives, but is withdrawn in fear, as is understandable, for this demands a recognition of a layer of existence that few humans are ready to take on. And that is the work you are here to do, to aid in the human recognition of who and what they truly are and how they are truly connected to the infinity of the I Am as expressed through this planetary being.[Spirit Language] Yehshemeh . . .[Jacob speaking:] as I reach out, as I reach out in this being, in this being that is now flourishing, we flourishing together and we embracing the infinite I Am together. This is our cause and this is our path as we move forward and I am here ready—you helped me attain a certain level of confidence in this unity; you helped me attain a certain level of trust; you have allowed for a certain degree of free expression as an element of this composite self. I am here to help in this plan, in this path, and to share what I know, what I experience.[Esther speaking:] Jacob you are beautiful, you are graceful, you are infinite, you are infinite joy in infinite capacity, and I reach out to you as a partner, as an equal, for you are infinitely capable of expressing all that there is in its supreme beauty, its supreme power, its supreme energy: the light, efflorescence, the sound, the tone, the vibration of the infinite I Am as it expresses itself to this planetary being. This is our calling together, and this is the path that we take together as we work with one another, as we work with the Mental Judge Self, as we work with the Astral Judge Self, as we work with the Higher Self, we together form the composite Self that informs personality now known as Gabriel. That personality is a unity of us, a unity of we the cells that make up this particular composite expression of the infinite I Am. And we are here together to join in with the other beings with whom we commune, with whom we communicate, with whom we sing the praises of existence on the planet in its expression of joy, in its expression of joy. [Deep exhalation][Kachinas Speaking:] Follow your bliss, Jacob; follow your bliss, Antare; follow your bliss, Yemehekiah; you follow your bliss, Gabriel. [Spirit Language] . . .Breathe in, feel that infinite energy as it expands in your very being, in this physicality of the human body that is itself an expression of the divine. You are here with the key to the inauguration of the Aquarian Age, the pursuit of the unity the fundamental difference—difference in unity, balance without erasure of differentiality, but unison, confluence, congress, communication, community.[Jacob speaking:] I am Jacob and I am ready. I understand hesitations of the mental judge self for I have been able to ground myself in the assurances of that intellectual capacity that Mental Judge Self provides in that sureness. And that helps me stay within a certain circuit that. in the midst of chaos, provides comfort. I am ready to shed that shell. I am ready to shine forth, to hatch out of my chrysalis into the expression of joy and divinity that I am here to be. I feel the tensions building, and I invoke—I jacob—invoke the Golden Light of Grace and share it and embrace the Mental Judge Self with this Golden Light of Grace as we go forward in this project together with everything that the Mental Judge Self has to offer; with everything that I have to offer; with everything that Esther-Rachel-Ostara has to offer.And I am ready to embrace the Kachina spirits on this path as they embrace me in this communion together, in this expression of joy and affinity and exquisite ecstasy. 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During this week of Imbolc or Groundhog’s Day or St. Brigid’s Day or whatever you yourself might call it—that point in the solar calendar when you find yourself sitting exactly between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox—I have found myself slowly peeking out of my groundhog hole of Winter and starting for the first time in this early anticipation of the coming Spring to see the Darkness behind me as well as the light up ahead. But unlike many people who, I assume, see that now waning period of seasonal and personal darkness in a negative light, my goal here is to explore the power and the purpose of that darkness, to unearth the deeper significance of those moments of frozen stillness. Perhaps a bit like the philosopher Hegel, I am interested in catching a glimpse of the work of the Negative. Rather than try to banish the darkness in order to celebrate the coming sunrise, I’d rather try to see what positive functions this season of darkness might offer us. I’ve grown to recognize for the first time in my life, deep down in the marrow and meat of my being, the possibility that perhaps we all share a human need for hibernation. Maybe we are meant to embrace the darkness in all its nocturnal glory.I thought I remembered the American writer Henry David Thoreau celebrating the values of hibernation in his book Walden, a book I have taught for many decades. I thought I remembered him celebrating the hibernation season of the woodchuck that fascinated him so much throughout his book. But I found when I dove back down into the pages of Walden and his journals that what Thoreau focuses on is the moment of awakening. To be fully awake: that is the ultimate value that Thoreau celebrates.In his Walden Thoreau writes:Ere long, not only on these banks, but on every hill and plain and in every hollow, the frost comes out of the ground like a dormant quadruped from its burrow, and seeks the sea with music, or migrates to other climes in clouds. Thaw with his gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other but breaks in pieces.After reading this passage from Thoreau’s meditation on the passing of “Winter,” I recalled that the climactic moment of his book is his chapter entitled “Spring.” It is there that Thoreau comes to his full awakening into a fuller perception of the magical modes of metaphorical transformation that the Earth itself undergoes in the Spring thaw that follows the sleep of Winter.Now, perhaps I am still under the sway of the Winter grip of Morpheus, but I no longer trust this one-sided celebration of the sunrise, of the awakening of Spring. Thoreau ends his book with the Buddhist wisdom of the words “The sun is but a morning star.” But for the Aztecs, the power of that morning star was always deepened in its transformation into the evening star. They recognized the restorative aspects of momentary dwelling in the underworld that the evening star promises. For it is only in the Underworld, after all, that Orpheus might find his lost love Eurydice.My question here, then, is this: What do we sacrifice when we reject the restorative depths of human hibernation?I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for today, the 5th of February 2023, although it might be the 6th by the time I get this episode edited and ready for you. I have entitled today’s episode “Deep Down into the Dark: The Human Need for Hibernation.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but do not want to sign up for a paid subscription yet, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. That will help me try to keep this project going. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!The Human Need for HibernationIt’s the 5th of February 2023, and this is my first Soul Planet Channel podcast of the year.It has been a month and a half since my last podcast—which, as it turns out, was number 52, making my work for last year equal out to one podcast per week. That was also on the Winter Solstice itself, so the timing actually feels perfect for this particular meditation. In the coming year I plan to allow myself to perhaps take a bit more time with each entry in order to let the material I’m working with gestate and mature a little more before forcing myself to meet some calendar deadline. Even so, if I can’t make the weekly posting schedule that I had originally hoped for, I still hope to post at least twice a month. Conversely, if I feel more inspired in a particular week, I might even post two entries while still trying not to overload your mailboxes!In this episode I am focusing on my recent meditations—or broodings, perhaps—on the human need for hibernation. And I will begin by reading from a post that I had put up on Facebook on the 5th of January of this year, exactly one month ago. As a preparatory note, let me say that in many ways this particular Facebook commentary represents a different and even unexpected kind of mood for me in terms of my self-concept and, more importantly, self-presentation. And self-concept is part of what I'm dealing with here.Self-concept, I’ve come to see, might primarily be determined from the outside—from those kinds of inner voices we internalize that actually come from messages we receive from the culture, whether that's our families, our workplace, the media—wherever this might come from. And one of those particular notions that has tended to drive my sense of self is that I'm generally an upbeat, positive person in the sense of knowing where I'm going in this life and having a sense of meaning and mission and Buddhist equanimity and so on.And I still have all of that—but what I've been experiencing since we moved here to Finland, now three and a half years ago, is that the dark of winter is having an impact on me. It's a little difficult to sort it out from some of the other impacts on me right now—for instance, you know, when we're in a world experiencing war on many fronts; when, like me as an American, some of you might find yourself as a representative of a belligerent nation that is fostering many of these wars, provoking these wars and the propaganda surrounding them, and yet find yourself painfully in the minority in terms of how one perceives that belligerent nation, feeling out of bounds, out of the mainstream. And in the dark of winter it seems that that sense of alienation has a more prominent impact on me, especially here in Finland where the supposed goodness of the United States is more or less taken for granted.So on the 5th of January I wrote the following words growing out of that sense of seasonal and social darkness. The title I gave it at that time was:I’M THE TUMBLING UNDERPANTS IN THE HOT DRYER CALLED LIFEAs I was sinking back into bed in a depressive swoon on this sunny winter afternoon, I was wondering what the source of this depression might be, and also what might be its purpose. For it seems too functional at this moment, too directed a movement to simply be a collapse of spirit, a diminution of life, an extinguishing of sunlight. There must be some food for the soul, some immanent mode of nourishment motivating this fall into lethargy and momentary despair. Like those moments of ecstasy in meditation, when you realize in the fullness of the moment that all time is one, that all meditations are THIS meditation, and that consequently time is inconsequential, this return to despair is a return to the everlasting moment of regenerative collapse.And this moment, while always serving as a very productive element in my writing process, never enters into the writing itself. In the moment of writing I am fully alive. I am bursting in full confidence in the rightness of my statement. Statement itself becomes eternal, not simply an aggregation of discrete individual statements but as one never-ending gesture of statement, of STATING, of composing into some eternal process the instantaneity of existence, of thought as the ever-enlightening flicker of the candle flame against the doubted darkness.The eternal moment of despair that gives birth to confidence disappears in the gesture of confidence called writing. In the levity of the moment of writing, the heavy swoop of despair remains invisible in the anterior vestibule of consciousness. It is as if despair is the unacknowledged member of the family whose perversions and violations uphold the relative goodness of family identity itself.I have from some unknown place inherited a fear of acknowledged darkness. Despair seems too akin to failure. While the etymological evil twin of “despair” is “hope,” despair has a weight and a vacuum-like intensity that outdoes any dark thoughts by themselves—as if an individual thought had the power to inaugurate this transformative flow. This downward suck makes all a slave to its inescapable gravitational pull.And yet, at a certain point, there is a dramatic inversion by means of which we are turned around and flung upwards, as though spit out through the whale’s blowhole. JONAH IS THE FATHER OF US ALL. The inner shaman with whom we identify, after all, came crawling up through the muck of blood, of earth’s menstrual spew, to remind us of our birthing passage through gore and pain and awakening to the light beyond the comforting fleshy enclosure of earth.And since then I’ve been thinking about that passage a lot because it's expressing an embrace of the darkness that I don't usually engage in, not even in my own moments of individual self-consciousness, but certainly almost never in public. And I started thinking, well, what role would engaging with that Darkness play in my life? What is the function of Darkness, especially in the middle of the darkest moment of the year, the darkest evenin

For Franklin Robertson, my long-time friend and compatriot in the world of poetry and teachingOver the years, the Robert Frost poem that I have taught the most is his ever-popular “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” It has in many ways served me as a good way to counter some of the assumptions many readers hold concerning Frost’s poetry, including the idea that he himself seemed to suggest when he wrote that writing poetry in free verse was like playing tennis without a net. I have also countered the common reading of the poem’s final stanza as expressing a longing for death, for extinction (or deep rest) of some kind presumably because, as he points out, the “woods are lovely, dark and deep,” and yet now is not the time for sleep. For we must always keep in mind that it is far from accidental that the Winter Solstice, “the darkest evening of the year,” has come to signify the rebirth of the spirit. This seasonal round drawing us into the onset of death promises the rebirth marked by the ever-rising sun that follows. The dark of midnight begets the rising sun of dawn. Instead of being the record of a death wish, this poem, as I read it, is bursting at the seams with a kind of rebellious spirit that the rhyme scheme continually seeks to subdue. In this case, then, we have a poem that illustrates the desire to tear down the nets while operating within their limits. If there is death in the poem, it is the death of the spirit occurring once the poet-speaker decides to leave the woods—at once so lovely, dark and deep—and continue his journey across the miles between him and that restorative sleep that will have to take the place of his longed-for snowy evening ecstasy. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for today, the 21st of December 2022. Today’s episode is entitled “The Solstice Hinge Between Death and Rebirth: On ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.’”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t wish to sign up yet for a paid subscription, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!As in my discussion of “After Apple-Picking,” I will pursue a recursive mode of reading here, by which I mean that I will pass through the lines a few different times as I point out various elements of the poem that call to me. I believe that this recursive engagement becomes a part of the poem itself, as it does with “After Apple-Picking,” as it unravels its various layers for the attentive reader who agrees to stop by woods along with the speaker and embrace this solstice pause in the common run of things.But first, let’s read through the poem in its entirety in order to get a feel for its flow and tensions:Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.In our first reading through the poem, let’s take a look as much at what is not said as what is. Take the first word of the poem, for example, “whose,” which dominates the first stanza: Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. (1-4)We begin in media res, in the middle of things, with a possessive pronoun that suggests a world of relationships and complications that are never spelled out for us, but which give us the restrictive context driving the speaker’s desire for stopping. The entire world of the poem is laid out by the word that tells us that we are operating in a world of property relations, or, more accurately, private property relations. In Finland, for instance—where the law of Everyman’s Right (or Jokamiehen oikeudet) allows anyone freely yet respectfully to roam the vast countryside, archipelagos, lakes, and forests of this mostly rural nation—the idea of a forest being someone else’s land is quite foreign. The primary conflict confronting the speaker in “Stopping by Woods”—the sense of these woods being somebody else’s property and therefore off limits—just doesn’t exist here. There is rarely a reason to wonder “whose woods these are” in Finland.Retroactive EllipsisThis distinction between different national traditions regarding property relations brings me to a discussion of a rhetorical move that Frost frequently employs and which dominates this poem in particular. I will refer to this narrative gesture as retroactive ellipsis.The term “ellipsis” suggests that, in the development of a sentence or a response to a question, something has been left out that needs to be assumed by the respondent in order to complete the statement. This mechanism allows us to avoid unnecessary repetition in communication. For example, I might say, “I want that apple that has been left upon some bough,” to which the apple farmer might ask, “This one?” and I respond, “Yes.” The farmer’s elliptical question could be filled out as “Is this the one you want me to pick for you?” and my elliptical answer could be completed as “Yes, that is the apple that I want.” In everyday speech, ellipsis allows us to save time without losing the meaning we are sharing. I would add that in speech this gesture also creates a semiotic bond between speakers that draws each person into an intimate circle for sharing information. This typical kind of ellipsis operates on the grammatical level, leaving out unnecessary but understood grammatical parts of the sentence.But what I am suggesting about Frost’s poetry is that he uses a mode of logical rather than grammatical ellipsis. In this case, we are presented with the conclusion to an argument while the steps leading to that conclusion have been omitted. I am saying retroactive ellipsis to highlight the fact that, unlike typical grammatical ellipsis, in which the meaningful precedents have already been stated and so do not need to be repeated, the reader of Frost’s poems has never been presented with the questions which the poem’s speaker is seeking to answer. The reader must assume that certain questions had been presented before the advent of the poem, and that the reader must then retroactively retrieve those unspoken questions in order to understand what motivated the unexpected answers that the poem provides. So Frost’s mode of ellipsis forces an attentive reader to go back and “recreate” the elements of the line of logical progression that had never been stated previously within the time-space of the poem itself (if, that is, we limit the poem to the words actually written in its lines—we might have reason to expand the boundaries of this poem beyond the actual words as our exploration continues).To return to the first line of “Stopping by Woods,” we read: “Whose woods these are I think I know.” This opening statement presumes several unstated (elliptical) questions in order to make sense here and which the reader must retroactively bring to life in order to fill out the logical progression we are engaged in. The opening line suggests that the poet has previously asked himself “Whose woods are these?” before the poem even began. And this question itself presupposes a social relationship defined by property ownership, for, as I have mentioned, such a question is not always necessary in a different country organized by different property relations. In an expanded social-historical sense, then, another previous question remains unasked: “What are the specific property relations of the society I am operating in?” It is precisely because of the nature of the specific property relations of modern American society that the speaker ends up in this particular conflict that drives the action and mood of the poem. It is only within this limited social scope that the speaker would have to ask himself whether he knows whose woods these are. “I think I know.”Having retroactively filled out the logical steps of the first line of the poem, we then find ourselves having to continue in this mode as we move on to the second line: “His house is in the village though.” In order to understand the drama unfolding here, we have to ask ourselves several more unasked questions. First, why does the speaker care whose woods these are? If he were only wishing to sit in his wagon and watch the woods fill up with snow, this question would not arise. The speaker must want to walk off into the woods, then, for any of this drama to arise. The clue that this is the case comes with the concluding word “though.” If the speaker were only curious about who the owner might be, he already thinks he knows and even knows that, if he is right, the owner’s house is in the village. But why “though”? This word signals that another unasked question or statement is hovering in the air at this point. That question must be something like “Will the owner find me here in my wagon looking into his woods?” No, because his house is in the village. “He will not see me stopping here / To watch his woods fill up with snow.”There are some questions that do not arise in any form here, however, such as “Why would the speaker be so worried about being seen looking into the woods?” and “What is it that drives the speaker to want to watch the woods fill up with snow in the first place?” The tension between these two unasked and perhaps unanswered questio

INTRODUCTIONSo far as I know, I first heard Peter Gabriel’s song entitled “Solsbury Hill” about a year ago. It’s been around somewhere in the background of my awareness, of course, for roughly fifty years. But I’m not sure if I ever actually “heard” this song before now with any depth of awareness.Because of my work with mystical qualities of ancient hills and mounds, what first grabbed my attention when I recently returned to the song in the Spring of 2022 was its title. I knew intuitively, before even paying attention to the lyrics, that this must be quite a magical hill— one that Peter Gabriel had been drawn to because of its energetic signature, its geomantic lure, even if it was possible that he might not have been aware of this power. I have no clue, of course, what he was actually thinking when he chose this particular hill as the focus of this energy meditation but, being one attuned to such attractions to earth portals myself, I could tell that this power called to Gabriel for some time before he composed “Solsbury Hill” itself.Once I had actually listened deeply to the song’s lyrics over and over again and read some of the critical accounts concerning its significance during a key moment of transition in Gabriel’s life, I was and was not surprised to learn, then, that Gabriel was clearly well aware of the power of this ancient site.One of the things I have imagined for this Soul Planet Channel space is a chance to write more off-the-cuff pieces growing out of undeveloped moments of inspiration. I had such hopes when I began writing this essay back in July of 2022. Even so, perhaps due to being a professional academic for forty years, as well as a musician, I have become wedded to the notion that my public writings need to be final, polished, set in stone. As it turns out, I had way too much to sort through in my exploration of this song to allow for a free-flowing track of off-the-cuff inspiration. The technical and mystical complexity of the song sucked me in and forced me to attend to the deep, deep layers of its texture. So, I guess in the end there is nothing casual in my relationship with the song.The journey recorded within the song became the catalyst for my own journey in relation to the song. I will try to point to key aspects of my personal journey into “Solsbury Hill” by examining, first, some external notes on the hill itself; second, my reading of the transformative story in its lyrics; and finally, a deep dive into the musical structure of the song as the music itself mirrors the mystical journey recounted in the lyrics.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is episode number 51 of my Soul Planet Channel for the 17th of December 2022. I have entitled today’s episode “Climbing Up on Solsbury Hill: The Geomantic Song of Peter Gabriel’s Mystical Initiation.” As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. In this way you can help make this material available to a wider and wider audience and give me a sense of your engagement and enthusiasm.If you wish to help me out in this work but don’t wish to sign up for a paid subscription yet, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!PART ONE—THE GEOMANTIC NATURE OF THE HILLSo far as I know, I’ve never been to Solsbury Hill in this life, although I have been close by a few times. As a substitute for my actual physical presence there, I’ve been exploring web sites related to the geomantic qualities of Solsbury Hill, such as the website entitled Earth Acupuncture in Context. This particular website provides case studies of places that reveal certain degrees of Geomantic Stress. They explain the relationship between Geomantic Stress and Feng Shui as follows:Geopathic Stress ([or] GS) and Earth Acupuncture have always been an integral if esoteric part of Feng Shui practice. Where the Feng Shui form of a building or landscape is poor, the effects of GS will be worse. Where a GS line runs across or through other key points in a property besides the bed, such as the front door, front gate, or centre of a house, the quality of Qi entering the property will be compromised and the whole building will suffer. [Endquote]Their case history involving Solsbury Hill says the following:Following the cutting of a by-pass, through the shoulder of Solsbury Hill, to the north-east of Bath in 1995, the city experienced a dramatic economic decline, with many shops and small businesses closing down.  The suburb of Larkhall had its first ever outbreak of burglary and vandalism. Dowsing revealed that two major Dragon veins had been severed on their course from Solsbury Hill, through Larkhall, to Bath Abbey and the Circus respectively.   In May 1996 four sandstone Cairns were raised on either side of the road cutting, on the mid-lines of the earth meridians, aimed at restoring the flow of Qi across the road cutting.  Local feedback confirmed that Larkhall’s crime outbreak ended the following week as suddenly as it had started, and Bath’s economy had picked up within a month. [End quote]I visited Bath in 1977 as an exchange student in London. At the time, I found the city—and the Roman baths after which it is named—intriguing, charming, attractive, but I hadn’t picked up on any esoteric resonances. Not much longer after my trip to Bath, I visited the much more famous site of Stonehenge, although even there I wasn’t yet predisposed to pick up on its infamous energies. Even so, during that Fall I did have my first Akashic visions of ancient histories and practices in Wimbledon Common, just across the street from where my college was located—but I have never heard of anyone else picking up on the geomantic and Druidic energies of that place.My personal introduction to the ancient magic of Bath came in my reading of Leslie Marmon Silko’s novel Gardens in the Dunes. I will write at length about this book at another time, but for now I’ll just mention that in the novel, Silko—an American Indian from Laguna Pueblo,  New Mexico—focuses on a young Indian girl from the Death Valley area as she travels through Europe around the year 1900. During those travels the girl learns about the indigenous tribal practices of Europeans. Bath was the location of her first experience of this ancient history and its continuing resonances in the present. Upon reading this novel, the indigenous shamanic roots of Europe suddenly rose up into my consciousness and transformed my own life.The Wikipedia entry on Solsbury Hill tells us that the name “Solsbury” “may be derived from the Celtic god Sulis, a deity worshipped at the thermal spring in nearby Bath.” The entry goes on to say:Solsbury Hill was an Iron Age hill fort occupied between 300 BC and 100 BC, comprising a triangular area enclosed by a single univallate rampart, faced inside and out with well-built dry stone walls and infilled with rubble. The rampart was 20 feet ([or] 6 m) wide and the outer face was at least 12 feet ([or] 4 m) high. The top of the hill was cleared down to the bedrock, then substantial huts were built with wattle and daub on a timber frame. After a period of occupation, some of the huts were burnt down, the rampart was overthrown, and the site was abandoned, never to be reoccupied. This event is probably part of the Belgic invasion of Britain in the early part of the 1st century BC.[. . .]The hill is near the Fosse Way Roman Road as it descends Bannerdown hill into Batheaston on its way to Bath. Solsbury Hill is a possible location of the Battle of Badon, fought between the Britons (under the legendary King Arthur) and the Saxons c. 496, mentioned by the chroniclers Gildas and Nennius. The hilltop also shows the remains of a medieval or post medieval field system. [Endquote]As you can see in these various historical and geomantic descriptions, the hill that serves as the locale for Peter Gabriel’s visionary initiation experience is imbued with exactly the sorts of magical powers that one expect for such an account of transformation.PART TWO—STORY OF INITIATIONThe hill called Solsbury Hill first came to my attention via Peter Gabriel’s song. For me, at least, his song not only captures the magic of the place, but also captures the kind of awareness one needs to tap into the power of such places, a power that weaves itself into our consciousness and our mystical experience. So I want to explore the ways the lyrics and movements of the song are influenced by the power of the actual hill.In order to follow along with my exploration of the song, you should listen to the recording at least a couple times beforehand. You can find it on the YouTube link I have provided: The lyrics begin with the following statement: “Climbing up on Solsbury Hill.” The footsteps of this climb mirror the three lilting guitar notes of the opening partial measure, and in this way the music and the lyrics of the song are drawn together. Here is a sample of two measures of the guitar music: [audio file].This upward musical ascent is the necessary prelude to the protagonist’s initiation on the hilltop. From up there he can look out over the village and tell us: “I could see the city light.” The speaker has withdrawn from the civic boundaries of his community in order to observe his surroundings and open himself up to other forces: “Wind was blowing, time stood still.” Let me sing the first half of the first verse in order to lay this out:Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city light.Wind was blowing, time stood still.Eagle flew out of the night.Notice how Gabriel moves down the musical scale as his attention drops from the hilltop down to the city and out across the expanse of the area.Up on the hilltop, open to the forces of change now blowing around him, the hero steps out of the typical cycles of time into a

Welcome to the 50th episode of my Substack journey with you!Today, the 6th of December 2022, marks the second anniversary of my father’s death. My father, George Hartley, was told by his doctors in September of 2020 that he had a bizarre and very serious lung condition that nobody could quite diagnose. The inner tissue of his right lung was completely torn up and required three intensive surgeries one after the other. By early November the doctors concluded that my father’s condition was at that point inoperable and incurable. So he left the hospital in Albany, New York and went home to Pownal, Vermont where he entered hospice under the care of his wife, my siblings, and a team of hospice nurses.In the hours preceding his death, I surprisingly found myself suddenly in the role of the psychopomp, the shamanic guide of the dying person into the Land of the Dead. I have yet to come to a complete understanding and acceptance of this moment in my life journey with him, but today on this day of remembrance I will retell my story of the day I journeyed with him into the beyond.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for the 6th of December 2022. I have taken the title for today’s episode, “The Psychopomp in Avalon: My Death-Passage Journey with My Father,” from an earlier blog post from 2020.As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. In this way you can help make this material available to a wider and wider audience and give me a sense of your engagement and enthusiasm.If you wish to help me out in this work but do not wish to sign up for a paid subscription yet, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!The Psychopomp in Avalon: My Death-Passage Journey with My Father16 December 2020So much has been happening in the past three weeks that for now I have to just type out what I can remember piece by piece. As a result of the trauma of my father’s death ten days ago, I am experiencing a recrudescence of the vision difficulties I had originally experienced with my stroke in 2017. I now have something akin to double vision, with various visual artifacts such as floating figures that are not physically present, along with windows from time to time into what I can only describe as another dimension or world. So you could say that the stress of my grief has placed me in a multidimensional field of vision. As a result, I am composing this text primarily with the voice-to-text dictation features of my Mac, so I will likely need to go back later and edit some of the typos and such. Beyond this, all of the strands that are flowing together into this story I am about to tell cannot be pictured as a single narrative stream, at least not at first, so the strands of the story will range far and wide, and yet they are all part of a larger tapestry of revelation that I am experiencing at this moment.The major event that I’m dealing with at the moment is the death of my father on the 6th of December 2020. We had known for a couple months that this was coming, but the moment of his actual death was still quite a bit for me to deal with.In relation to the other things I need to speak about here, for now I'll just say that on the day he died I found myself in meditation leading him on a journey to the land of the dead. In other words, I was involved in a shamanic psychopomp function that I had never participated in before. In that vision, I found myself in the same desert-like canyon that I've been traveling through astrally since 2009. Since that initial journey through this space, I have discovered that this particular canyon exists in northern Australia, although I have never been there in person in this lifetime. An identical canyon exists on the surface of Mars, but again I don't believe I have been there during this lifetime. Nevertheless, this became the landscape yet again for one of my shamanic journeys.I realized immediately as I was flying through the air down this long canyon channel of some sort that I was accompanying the spirit of my father. I believe we were flying hand in hand, but some of that detail is a little murky. But I quickly realized that I was leading him to the after life, to the land of the dead. I have never imagined doing such a thing before, but this function as the psychopomp seemed to come completely naturally. While a part of my consciousness felt self-conscious and awkward been doing such a thing, the overwhelming sensation was one of joy and communion. My father seemed overjoyed to find me accompanying him on this journey, and we experienced a sense of togetherness in this moment that was rare in our actual lives.He had always been a skeptic when it came to my spiritual adventures, even my journeys into Buddhism, but he was now ecstatic and kept saying, “Now I see what you were talking about! Now it all makes sense to me.” We flew through the canyon until it opened out onto a sea, which we both understood to be a stage in his crossing to the Other World. It reminded me of the moment in the movie Dead Man when the character William Blake (played by Johhny Depp) was sent off by boat across the Pacific Ocean at the moment of his death. I helped my father get into his boat and he sailed off into the distance, waving to me, beaming with joy. I felt so thankful for this experience. It brought me a sense of relief and completion that I thought I might never feel together with him.As I was coming out of this journeying consciousness, I was told that this was a very important stage in my own spiritual development and marked a major rite of passage for me—in this case, a very literal one. I was also told that this experienced opened me up to a significant number of other portals into innumerable other worlds and parallel lives. I had entered into a truly multidimensional state of being in this moment that would last for a long time.My father died roughly twelve hours later at 6:30 A.M. Finland time and 11:30 P.M. Vermont time.THE LAKE OF AVALONIn the midst of my attempts to come to terms with the traumatic death of my father, Anna and I continued hard journeys into the forest outside our house here in Fiskars. Sometime recently, probably on the 11th of December, we took our usual hike along the bike path up to the nearby cliff, Riddarmansberget, that looks out over the forest of the area, and I reconnected to intense sense of that spot being multidimensional, of involving some kind of connection with the landscape between Taos, New Mexico and San Cristóbal—specifically, at the D.H. Lawrence Ranch. (In fact, at this moment in 2022 I am working up an extensive essay-podcast on the connection between Riddarmansberget and the D.H. Lawrence Ranch. Stay tuned for that!)We continued down along the red bike path and then out across the stone ridges to the dirt road and then followed the old swamp (we're not sure if it is named) up to the higher ridge—Skurudalsberget—that looks out over the Fiskars River valley and out to the Baltic Sea. We've been feeling an especially strong connection to the spot lately, a deepening of our awareness if some kind of spirit energy, some kind of earth energy calling to us there.As Anna was taking some photographs, I walked out across the bike path to the area East of there and noticed for the first time a bridge on another part of the red bike path that we had never seen before. (The paths are colored according to difficulty and hazard, with red being the most difficult for mountain biking except for a few short black trails.) The bridge seemed significant, especially given that we had never seen it before, so we decided to follow that path and see where it ended.As we wound around up on top of more of the stony cliffs, we eventually came to another swamp that we had come to for the first time just a few months ago from the opposite direction. At that time back then, both Anna and I had felt a very intense energetic spirit connection emanating from the swamp, and I could hear the fairies' song that I had first heard almost ten years before. This is the first time I had heard it again since that moment back in Kansas a decade earlier. In this return to the swamp, the energy was just as strong as it had been before. I would say that it was actually quite a bit stronger, as the song of the fairies was echoing throughout the place. The opening up of our heart chakras was pretty dramatic.Two days later, I believe, on Sunday, the 13th of December, I hiked out by myself to return to the swamp to gather more information. Again, the power of the energy of the spot was intense and the singing of the fairies was beautiful and chanting. I slowly, ceremoniously walked in a counterclockwise direction around the edge of the swamp to the stony ridge to the south and climbed up on there to connect better to the spirit of the place. As I was grounding myself in the energy of the swamp, I was experiencing what I referred to as the mist of Avalon, the experience I have had for eight years now since our first trip to Cahokia, an experience in which I see with my actual eyes mist fill up the space of the air surrounding me as I enter into this etheric spatial dimension.This mist always presages my encounter with some spirit being of some sort. So as I was sinking deeper into the mist, I saw a large bear on the northern shore of the swamp walking up to the swamp's edge and engaging my spirit energy. I was reminded that I had seen this bear spirit during our Experience Week at Findhorn when Anna and I had first met. We were in a group on the hilltop on the spiral path behind Cluny Hall when this large bear poked up above some bushes in my spirit landscape. At that point, I had told the group that our spirit animal was th

During the past few weeks, I have found myself writing up notes for several different forthcoming episodes, including the recent research I have done for today’s retelling of an earlier blog post from 2020.Just after my last two posts for this podcast series, the ones that came back-to-back earlier this month as I continued my thread on my work with the local stone mound sites, I was exploring the maps for other local ancient sites that we hadn’t yet visited. The particular sites I was exploring on the map, and which we ended up visiting later that morning on the 4th of November, had been calling to me for the past two years, ever since I had come across them on the maps back then.As I was finishing up my map explorations, I heard my Guiding Voice tell me, “Now check out the map information related to your experience with the lakeside cairn that led to your contact with the Ancient Ancestors of Fiskars.” Adam Kadmon was referring to my previous Sacred Sites Project blog post from the 4th of October 2020, entitled “The Voice of the Ancestors.” One of the things I related in that blog post was that I had come across a cairn site that was not listed on the maps, and yet I had just as powerful an experience with the spirits of this site as I had with the others in the area. I wondered back then how such an obvious site could have gone unnoticed, especially given that the hilltop it was located on was a popular site for swimming in the lake. I reminded Adam Kadmon of all this, but he insisted that I check out the map anyway. To my surprise, this spot was now identified on the archaeological map!I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for the 22nd of November 2022. I have taken the title for today’s episode, “The Voice of the Ancestors: Making Contact at the Degersjön Stone Circle,” from that earlier blog post from 2020.As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. In this way you can help make this material available to a wider and wider audience and give me a sense of your engagement and enthusiasm.If you wish to help me out in this work but do not wish to sign up for a paid subscription yet, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!Now, dear listeners, here is the story I had narrated in the blog post of 2020. I present it to you here now as another chapter in the story of my ongoing relationship to the ancient sites of Fiskars.By Gabriel Hartley • 4 October 2020This morning I drove out to Degersjön—again, please forgive for my poor pronunciation of these Swedish place names.  Degersjön  is one of our nearby lakes here in Fiskars, Finland. I had driven out here to tend to our rowboat, given that Fall was upon us and Winter not far ahead. After propping the boat up on boards to protect it from moisture damage, I was planning to return home when I was signaled by the local spirits to climb up on the rock cliff just to the north.As soon as I climbed up on the cliff, I noticed an ancient ceremonial stone circle looking out towards both Degersjön to the west and Böletrasket just to the east. The two lakes are separated by a narrow isthmus dominated by the rock cliffs that open out to the west. Just west of this cliff is the magical island I refer to, following the poet William Butler Yeats, as the Lake Isle of Innisfree. Its official name is Tallholmen, which is Swedish for Pine Islet.On an earlier hike, maybe six months ago, I had noticed the much larger ceremonial stone complex on the next hill just north of this spot, but I don’t recall seeing this smaller one. Perhaps I just forgot it. In any case, this was a “new” discovery for me yesterday morning. (The revelation is still unfolding twenty-four hours later.) More exciting than the discovery itself, however, was the realization of being called, of being invited to explore the area in more detail in order to become attuned to the energies of the place.I have known since before coming to Finland that I have some important geomantic work to do here. In addition to my own intuition for almost a decade of such “being called,” here and elsewhere, I also have learned a good deal about the nature of my work here from the multidimensional collective entity known as Monitor and channeled by Harvey Grady in Sedona, Arizona. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, Monitor has provided us with a good deal of detail regarding the nature of our mission here.So I was especially excited about getting to get back to that work after a year of getting grounded in the country and in the Fiskars area generally. As I looked over the stone circle, I engaged with the spirits of the place. Their representative did not provide me with a proper name but simply referred to themselves collectively as the Voice of the Ancestors.My photo above reveals the structure common to many of the ancient ceremonial stone circles in the vicinity. This circular pile, as I recall, is about four meters in diameter. It has the characteristic dimple in the center that I have found in several other circles. I don’t yet know what the nature of these dimples is, whether they were originally enclosed chambers that have since collapsed or the remains of archaeological digs (although I am guessing that this one has never been officially excavated).Especially because of the disconcerting nature of my first stone circle experience in the Fiskars area at the Skuruberget cliffs, which left me in a very confused multidimensional state of consciousness for a few hours, as I have recounted in my podcast on the third of November 2019 [see my entry on that muinaishauta or ancient grave], I now made sure to stand at the eastern perimeter of this circle until I was invited by my High Self and the Voice of the Ancestors to step inside the circle.After entering the circle and standing at the center, tuning in more deeply to this new spirit guide, I began to receive some information about the site. I was told that this circle was dedicated to ceremonies celebrating human engagement with the four primary elements—Earth, Water, Air, and Fire. The circle’s positioning on the hilltop boulder exposed to the winds (representing Air) on a narrow strip of land (representing Earth) between two lakes (representing Water) made this fact suddenly appear obvious. Then, closer to the western edge overlooking Degersjön, I soon found a small recently-used campfire stone circle just west of the ceremonial circle, which filled out the immediate sense of the four elements. But even more important than campfires or bonfires, I then learned, was the sun (which at this very moment was rising from the east) serving the primary representative of fire for these ancient peoples. The fire referred to, then, is a cosmic, celestial solar fire that provides warmth and light and the possibility of life itself. The human fires are simply smaller microcosmic versions of this same force.The bulk of this communication event involved energetic flows or downloads more than explicit verbal structures, although the Voice of the Ancestors was speaking throughout in a way that seemed to function more as comforting background music than as direct statement for me to attend to, so I don’t have much detailed conscious recall of the conversation other than its welcoming aura. I was mostly being drawn to take in the effects of the physical placement of this circle on that particular spot on the hilltop boulder, to bathe in the flows emanating from both lakes, the cool Fall breeze, the rustling of the leaves and swaying boughs, and the indistinct impression of birdcall. I was being grounded, plugged in.Throughout the half hour or so that I spent on the cliffs and down on the lake shore I was directed to take in the energetic lines connecting these spots to the tiny island not far offshore. Earlier last week we had taken our rowboat out onto Degersjön and got our first chance to see the island from all angles. It turns out that there are two small private cabins on the western side of the island, so it turns out that I might not be able to do the extensive spirit dowsing there that I have been looking forward to since first seeing Tallholmen on our first journey to this spot in July of 2019. It was back then that first I experienced the connection between this island and Yeats’s Lake Isle of Innisfree, an example of the ways in which different spots and formations on the globe participate in a kind of overlapping energetic continuum, making palpable the ways in which these spots around the globe somehow occupy the very same energetic space, one on top of the other. (I will have more to say on this topic in a future post.)After a while, the Voice of the Ancestors urged me to walk over to the stony peninsula that juts out into the lake just north of this hilltop. So, I climbed down from this first cliff, passed through a bit of forest strewn with logging trash, and began to climb up the next hill on the way to the peninsula.On my way, I came across a four-foot high anthill like those that you will find throughout Finland. Like all anthills, these are located on ley lines, drawn to the particular electrical resonance that is characteristic of all ley lines. These massive ant mounds in Finland always give off a sense of conscious presence, a forest being of a special sort. (My episode on the 16th of June provides more information regarding a previous experience with the ants in Finland.) It seemed especially fitting to find this anthill marker midway between the two cliffs, a resonating point in this electrical Earth complex.Stone PeninsulaAs I arrived at the stone peninsula, I recognized its energetic power. Like the other geological features of this complex, the stone peninsula radiates an imme

Published by Gabriel on 3 October 2022As I have mentioned in my past two posts in this Soul Planet Channel Podcast and Newsletter, back on the 27th of April in 2021 I had my first conscious communication with the ancestor spirits of the Järnvik cairn site about a kilometer from my house here in Fiskars, Finland. This turned out to be a profound experience for me, as my story will show.Even so, I didn’t return very many times afterwards in the year and a half or so since then. In part, this was due to the intensity of the lingering after-effects of the experience. I can tell intuitively that the spirit energy of the site still resonates with the conflicting consciousnesses and emotions of various groups that have inhabited it and perhaps have even fought each other there over the millenia. I also know through some of my later communications with the local ancestor spirits that some of the peoples here struggled with intense climate issues, but I’m not sure yet what exactly they are referring to. I know I will have more to say in this regard later.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for the 3rd of November 2022. Today’s episode is entitled “Induction into the Stone Circle: My First Encounter with the Spirits of the Järnvik Site.”As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. In this way you can help make this material available to a wider and wider audience and give me a sense of your engagement and enthusiasm.If you wish to help me out in this work but do not wish to sign up for a paid subscription yet, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!I present you with my original account of my first engagement with the Järnvik spirits of the mounds. Enjoy!Induction into the Stone Circle: My First Encounter with the Spirits of the Järnvik SiteBy Gabriel Hartley, 29 April 2021I had an especially powerful experience in the spiritzone on Tuesday afternoon. For days now I had been getting an insistent call from the stone circles in the Järnvik muinaishaudat ancient stone complex here near our house. I didn’t immediately respond because I am still healing from a cracked rib I got during a fall on the ice on a hillside three and a half weeks ago. The hike through the now soggy spring-thaw landscape would have been too discomforting. But I had also been feeling a little distracted this week, down in the dumps, feeling a bit adrift in terms of my life projects here on this planet. So I took this as a good sign for my own Spring Thaw.On the way to the site, I noticed that the local farmers have been cutting down the smaller trees along the edges of the road. This is one of the distressing features of the Finnish countryside—the habit of clearcutting patches of forest, presumably for lumber and firewood. Unfortunately, there seem to be no requirements for cleaning up the deforested sections, with massive stumps and rejected branches scattered over the denuded landscape. While my response is in part aesthetic, I am also sensitive to the ways in which this practice complicates the life patterns of the local wildlife, forcing the deer and moose to create new pathlines around the fallen debris. I am also sensitive as well to the impact—I would even use the word “pain”—of this cutting on the trees and brush, which are often simply hacked down with no attention to the future of the vegetation health and growth.I saw that this cutting—which luckily wasn’t so destructive as many sites—continued all along the edges of the Storkärr pastures, including possible penetration of the protected ancient gravesites of the immediate area (although I cannot say for sure where the exact boundaries are). During the past few years the hillside leading up to the ancient (supposedly protected) Svartkärr site, in contrast, has been almost totally denuded and basically left impassable.The Järnvik Stone SiteAfter walking through the Storkärr meadow up to the village ski trail (which also showed signs of recent tree cutting), I entered the darker forested hilltop where the Järnvik Stone Site is situated. The spot that has been calling to me, number 15 on the map above, is slightly uphill on the right (or to the west) as you enter the trees southward from the ski trail. This stone cairn (röykkö), more substantial in its compactness of stone layout than many of the others in the Järnvik complex, sits on its small hill a bit higher than the surrounding cairns. For me, at least, it serves as the primary stone grouping in the whole Järnvik complex, although others there are also compelling in various ways (some with larger stones, some with a warmer energy field, etc.).I was curious as I approached the mound, wondering what it might have in store for me. The call had seemed vaguely urgent for over a week, and now I was finally coming round. I immediately felt a sense of the power of the place, as I have in the past. Slowly, I let myself become attuned to the cairn’s energy and intention as I stood there grounding myself in order to be able to negotiate whatever spirit forces might be allowed to present themselves to me. (Having been overwhelmed by my first encounter with the Skuruberget cairn on the cliff above Pohja Bay, I have learned to address myself to the representative spirit and not let my consciousness be flooded by too many communicators at once.)Within just the first minutes my visual field filled with the etheric mists that I have come to call the Mists of Avalon, a sign that I have entered into a multidimensional communicative state of consciousness. I soon saw the cairn moving up and down as though breathing, which reminded me that earlier that morning as Anna and I were walking back from Kivi’s school, I had seen our main road (Gästerbyntie) breathing like a serpent stretched out along the edge of the Svartkärr meadow, which was also undulating in the bright morning sun like some psychedelic scene out of a Van Gogh painting. So, it seems that I had been primed for this Järnvik cairn experience much earlier in the day.The breathlike motion of the cairn increased, easing me into a swoonlike state as I saw the stone pile begin to glow in gradual intensity. At the height of the visual display, I saw the stone at the top of the pile begin glowly in a rich blue flame, much like the blue flame of a gas kitchen stove burner. I gradually became totally enveloped in this ecstatic visionscape.All along, both my High Self (Adam Kadmon) and the representative spirit of the cairn were speaking to me, assuring me that this experience was both valid and appropriate. I relaxed into the flow of voices, not wishing to impose my own desires onto the experience. Gradually, a light being about two meters tall came into view on my left at the edge of the mound. Its glowing intensity increased as it slowly floated towards me, the spirit voices speaking all the while, until this light being enveloped me within its glowing oval shape.At some point in this light being encounter I also noticed a man standing on the southern edge of the mound. He was dressed in what I would have to characterize as the garb of a Viking warrior, with small breastplate armor over woven garments. He was leaning against a tall spear as he looked back at me. I was resistant to the vision of this Viking-like being, both because I have never been very intrigued by the whole Viking thing and because I knew this cairn had been built long before any actual Vikings could have come to this spot. As it turns out, it seems that the Iron Age inhabitants of this region who had last used this cairn site did in fact dress in garb that would look very similar to what Vikings wore around 1000 A.D. I told the spirits of this communication that such a figure seemed out of place here, and they assured me both that I was right about the cairn site having been built long before this Iron Age warrior era (500 B.C.-1400 A.D. in this part of Finland) but also that such warriors did in fact make use of the site as well.I at some point asked the cairn representative what my role might be in my engagements with this site, and their response was that this would be revealed over time as I engage with them further. This experience at this moment was to serve as my induction into the Circle of Stone. I take this expression “Circle of Stone” to refer to the entire complex of megalithic sites throughout Finland and beyond. I was reminded that when Anna and I were travelling through the mountains south of Inverness, Scotland, we had been told that our role was to be the Lighters of the Stones. This was simply one more aspect of that larger role in our geomantic service to the Planetary Being.The glow and the breathing motion of the cairn eventually subsided. I thanked the spirits of the place and my High Self and slowly walked back home across the fields of Storkärr, where I relayed this tale to Anna and spent the rest of the day in an ecstatic state of exhaustion.AUDIO CREDITS:Intro—“Kind of a Party” by the Mini Vandals;Interlude— “Float” by GeographerOutro—“Read All Over” by Nathan Moore Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

By Gabriel Hartley • 31 October-2 November 2022Well, since my post last week on the 26th of October, in which I recounted my first direct encounter back in November of 2019 with the spirits of the local landscape here in the Fiskars area, I have since been completely drawn back into my communications with the ancient human spirits and elves of a different nearby site—the large stone mound complex called Järnvik. This site is located a little more than a kilometer from our house, and, due to its complex nature, I find its energy very compelling despite its being only one site among many in our immediate vicinity. I often hear whispers calling to me from the site as we walk into the village from our house.I am Gabriel Hartley, and this is yet another episode of my Soul Planet Channel for the 2nd of November 2022. Today’s episode, written during Halloween and the Day of the Dead, is entitled “Return to the Stone Circle: Engaging the Spirits of the Järnvik Cairn Site.” As with all forms of social media these days, if you like this post, please hit the like buttons, share it with your friends, and become either a free or paid subscriber. In this way you can help make this material available to a wider and wider audience and give me a sense of your engagement and enthusiasm.If you wish to help me out in this work but do not wish to sign up for a paid subscription yet, you can make a one-time donation to this project by clicking the “Buy Me a Coffee” link. In any case, thanks for being here and reading and/or listening to my message!Out to the StonesAnyway, about two weeks ago—the 19th of October, to be exact—I was called back to the Järnvik site, so I visited its cairns again for the first time in at least a year. There are probably several good reasons why I hadn’t visited it during that time, including having my attention grabbed by all of the other marvelous energies of our forest and village here in Fiskars as well as more family interactions than usual in Kirkkonummi and back in the U.S. I’m sure that my obsession with the ongoing war between the West and the rest of the world also played a role here. But I know that I often find the complex energies of the Järnvik cairn site difficult to sort through at times. And given the intense response I had to my encounter at the Skuruberget that I recounted in my last post, I have been reluctant to dive nonchalantly back into these complicated spirit waters.Even so, I know that doing so is a key part of my Soul path, of my reason for being here in Fiskars and on this particular planet. So, on October 19th I hiked back up over the hills and through the fields and forest from our house to Järnvik. On the way, I spent some time at the spot in the Svartkärr (or black swamp) meadow where my inspiration for my ongoing Robert Frost project comes from, then passed through the Svartkärr cairn site to the ski trail and on to the Järnvik site.On this particular trip I only spent time at the large cairn on the western edge of the hilltop (number 15 on the map) because this is the cairn that calls most strongly to me from that complex. I felt the need to get back home to my family, so I cut the visit short and walked back along the ski trail, through the forests, through the Svartkärr cairn site, back over Moose Hill, and back through the Svartkärr meadow to home.As I was crossing back across Svartkärr, my attention was drawn to the northern edge of the meadows—the adjoining meadow is referred to as Peckarhagen—and upwards to the Arcturian ship hovering above Peckarhagen. I realized that I hadn’t spent much time recently communicating with Nanuk, the inhabitant of the ship I have discussed in an earlier post on this Soul Planet Channel site.At this moment, I received a powerful message from Adam Kadmon, my High Self, explaining that the real purpose of this hike to and from the Järnvik site on that day was to draw my attention to the way in which the multiple threads of my current spiritual project are being woven together into a complex spirit tapestry. My Robert Frost project, my work with the Arcturians, my engagement with the local elves, my communications with the ancient spirits of the local cairn sites, and the tales about all of these experiences that I recount in this Soul Planet Channel—each one of these threads in my current activity is being drawn together into one larger project that will become clearer to me as time goes on.A Second VisitAs a result of this message, I went back to some of my earlier blog posts on my Sacred Sites Project website to review some of those local cairn experiences. This led me to repost the story of my first direct engagement with the local spirits that I told you about in my last post on the 26th of October. Then, inspired by having gotten back into that flow of things, I returned to the Järnvik site again on the following day to get more information about how to proceed on this cairn path in Fiskars.I was planning to go directly to the larger stone pile on the west side of the complex when I got there, but the spirit voices of the complex suggested a different plan. The inspiring voices led me instead in a circle around the perimeter of the entire complex, instructing me to walk slowly and mindfully, encircling all of the cairns of the site. I was urged to let go of any goals and desired outcomes of this trip, and to simply let the energies of the cairn complex flow through me. So, I was led on the outer deer paths. Cairn 9 continues to exude a web of powerful influences, so I stopped here and did my pranayama breathing process in order to be sure I was grounded. This is my version of the practice of spiritual hygeine that I had mentioned Monitor suggesting in my last post.I've been finding that the deer are very much tied into these energetic trails. This could explain in part, perhaps, why the deer paths don't always follow what would look like the most obvious path to take in terms of terrain but appear instead as more haphazard paths—unless you're actually tuning into the energetic patterns of the trails yourself. All this time on my hike, I was receiving energetic downloads of complex information that at the moment was beyond my conscious awareness. I paid my respects to Cairn 15 and returned home back up over Moose Hill.Nighttime VisitationAt around 3:33 A.M. that night, on the early morning of the 28th of October, Adam Kadmon began overseeing a session with me in which the various spirits involved in this project began unfolding some details from the downloads I had received on the previous day. I realized that here in bed in the middle of the night I was receiving a massive download of information about the site. I was told that, yes, the information I've gotten about the particular peoples I'm tuning into there is valid; that they were active at this site around 4,000 years ago; and that I should go back over my notes, all the recordings I've done, and the maps I've created, and so on, and start gathering this all together. And as I was doing so in my head while this voice was speaking to me, I suddenly could see an aerial map of the local Fiskars region, and the various high points, the stone points, all the energetic points that my attention has been drawn to. All of these points started lighting up on the aerial map, and I saw a massive complex of lights on the surface, which I often do see and which is sometimes how I'm led to a particular point: I actually see it glowing in my mind's eye and sometimes for over a span of thousands of miles.During this dreamy nighttime session I felt as though I was floating in a pool of warm honey. The entire session was extremely pleasant and reassuring. At the close of the information session, much of which I don’t recall in detail at the moment, I was urged to take a look at all of the academic essays I had downloaded in my earlier research into the official histories of these cairn sites.One other thing that I do recall is that Adam Kadmon suggested that in addition to the rituals of spiritual hygiene that Monitor suggested I should conduct before entering into such interdimensional communications, I should also do similar rituals of spiritual cleansing after such visits, including, importantly, thanking the spirits who had worked with me, thanking my Higher Self, and making sure that I do not have trailing effects that then hinder my progress in the rest of the day.So, my plan upon getting up that morning was to get to those essays after breakfast. As I always do, I opened up my email as I prepared breakfast and, to my surprise, at the top of the list of emails in my groovdigit box was a link to an academic essay by one of the prominent researchers in this area. I took note of the title and checked my list of essays and, as I suspected, I had already downloaded this text last year. I do not for a moment mean to suggest that this particular researcher, Anna Wessman, now of the University of Bergen, Norway, would support my claims. But needless to say, I was nevertheless quite giddy at getting this moment of confirmation there in my email inbox just hours after being asked to look into these things. The word “synchronicity” isn’t strong enough to account for the power of this actual process of communication at work here!So I will follow up on this post in the next few days with a reposting of the account of my first conscious encounter with the Järnvik ancestor spirits. See you then!AUDIO CREDITS: Intro—“Kind of a Party” by the Mini Vandals; Outro—“Read All Over” by Nathan Moore Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.