On Aug. 5th, the Animas River in Colorado was contaminated by 1,000,000 gallons of toxic water from an abandoned mine. The horror of this beyond comprehension. A news report warned local residents not to drink the water for a few days. The amount of toxins will take more than a few days to clear, if they ever will. The river is now a sickening shade of yellow.
I pray for a miracle. I pray that someone will be able to repair this damage. Perhaps Dr. Paul Stamets has some miraculous mushrooms that can clean the extreme levels of toxicity from the water.
It is hard not to feel like a victim. This incident strengthened my resolve to place more crystals in water, to sing louder to the rivers and trees and to radiate as much light as I can to the water on this planet.
I had told a friend of mine about the crystal grid water healing project. He laughingly said “Can you please work with the DuPage River?” He loves to kayak and this is the closest, largest river in the area. “Of course.” I replied. One of its branches runs through my favorite forest preserve. I had meant to place a crystal there months ago but had never gotten to it.
Between the news of the Animas and a recent trip out of town, I felt a compelling need to go to this river with an offering. My connection with the Earth would help create grounding for my spirit as I transitioned back from vacation.
I left first thing in the morning, wanting to go while it was still cool out. The prairie was at the height of its growth with many plants being taller than me. I stopped on the bridge crossing the river to make my offering. The wind carried the tobacco gently to the surface of the water. I programmed the crystal and dropped it into the running water. It felt right, knowing that the water washing over the crystal would spread its light most effectively. I sang to the river, to the four directions, above, below and center. I played my flute to the exquisite wildflowers that swayed in the golden light of the morning.
I continued along the path. I tried to take the usual shortcut, but the growth was too thick. I took a smaller path off of the gravel bike path to wind my way through the meadow. The sweet scent of wildflowers carried on the morning breeze was heavenly. As I entered the forest, I greeted Grandfather Oak, who guards the entrance. He has had a rough couple of years losing many large limbs to the intense storms of summer. Summer’s growth prevented me from being able to give him a gift of tobacco. I played a short song on my flute as the mosquitoes encouraged me along my way.
Farther along the path, I said hello to the green man the Burr Oak. This year’s growth has changed his face very little. The deeper into the forest I went, the narrower the path became. I continued until I came to the place where a burial mound had been reconstructed. The growth was too dense to get close enough to leave an offering near the mound, so I left tobacco at a nearby oak tree and played a song for the ancestors there.
As I returned along the same path, I felt the power of the river as I approached it. A song came to me: “See the healing Waters flowing, filled with light, filled with love. See the healing Waters flowing, nurturing the planet.” As I walked and sang, I thought about all the crystals I had placed and felt this song flowing through them.
As the trees are our lungs, so the rivers are our veins carrying the essence of life. Let the light of love flow through veins of our planet being, growing stronger with each breath.