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Fall Creek Redwoods

Fall Creek Redwoods

One recent weekend I found myself busy with a late group reading in Oakland on Friday followed by an early morning guided beach combing excursion in Santa Cruz. The reading went great … one of the things that I will remember the most from it was channeling the flavor and texture of dead mice that had been frozen and then thawed in a microwave oven, simply not on par with a freshly killed live mouse according to the great horned owl who I was channeling. One of the individuals at the reading revealed that he worked with wild animal rescue and rehabilitation and confirmed that he was indeed feeding frozen and then thawed mice to the owl, pretty nasty stuff if you ask either the owl or myself.

Purple Beach Sea Glass Antique Bottle Stopper

Purple Beach Sea Glass Antique Bottle Stopper

The following morning found me squeezing into a wetsuit with a badly sunburned patch on my back, (a story for another day … perhaps) and meeting my clients in Davenport where the embers from the recent lockheed forest fire were still smoldering. The air had a decidedly wet campfire smell to it and after grabbing a cup of coffee and a giant oatmeal and raisin cookie at the Whale City Bakery, Bar and Grill we headed to the beach. The surf was up … way up with a big storm out in the Pacific and the sea glass collecting was a bit dangerous to put it lightly. The first real wave to hit the beach we were on hit with such force that I was knocked down instantly along with my coffee and with my life vest not yet zipped up. I lost my coffee, almost lost my vest and grabbed my client and helped her to her feet and for the rest of the day we gave the ocean a bit wider berth. Later in the day near the end of the guided

Beach combing is not always about sea glass, there are lots of animals to connect with as well.

Beach combing is not always about sea glass, there are lots of animals to connect with as well.

beach combing trip, we ran into a seal who had beached himself right near the higher end of the water line. I did not see him until I was about six feet away as I had my head down looking for abalone shell and sea glass. He announced his presence with a quick bark and then laid his head back down, best as I could tell … he was sick from ingesting some plastic or something to that effect.

Back in Santa Cruz later around 1 pm, I had just finished cleaning up after playing in the surf earlier that morning and had the bright idea to go for a hike in the redwoods. I wanted to go someplace with water,  such as a creek and with towering trees. It was easily around 90 degrees and my sister wanted to go to the beach at first but when I mentioned heading out to the redwoods … she suggested that we visit Fall Creek as she had been feeling pulled to go there herself.

We drove up into the Santa Cruz mountains and parked at one of the trail entrances. The quarrying and processing of limestone used to be big business in the Santa Cruz region prior to the 1900s and ruins from one such operation are located amongst the redwoods within the Fall Creek portion of Henry Cowell State Park. We found a parking space in the shade, locked up the car and headed down the trail.  Since discovering an ability to connect with not just human and animal spirits, but also being able to connect with plant life … I had not yet gone to the redwoods with the specific intent to communicate with the trees and other plants.

The hike to the lime stone kilns was very pleasant and we chatted about how poorly managed the forest was. We were commenting that there was far too much deadwood on the forest floor and that our modern policy of fire suppression in the forest was a complete disaster. We discussed how the natives would encourage controlled burns and how ever since the “white” man had arrived we had disrupted the natural cycle of fire and new growth.

Fall Creek Redwoods Trail to the Limestone Kilns.

Fall Creek Redwoods Trail to the Limestone Kilns.

Before too long the redwoods had worked their magic on us and we had our cameras out recording various sights that we wanted to capture and bring back with us. There were several butterflies and dragonflies and I managed to capture some very nice photos where I took my pictures only inches away from my subjects … no need for zoom. After some time we arrived at the ruins of the limestone kilns and enjoyed reading about what had been there in the past. At one time up to 40 men worked at the kilns … mostly Portuguese and Italian immigrants. We walked over to the kilns for a closer look and discovering that one of the doors was missing, we walked into one of the kilns and sat down in the middle.

Fall Creek Redwoods limestone kiln ruins.

Fall Creek Redwoods limestone kiln ruins.

View from the top of the limestone kilns in Fall Creek Park, part of Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park.

View from the top of the limestone kilns in Fall Creek Park, part of Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park.

For awhile we simply chatted about this and that and then I decided to put out a “blanket” call out to the forest. I made a request for anyone who wished to connect with us to chat with us. I addressed the animals and the plants as well as the spirits of the humans who had been there in the past, the natives and the workers at the kilns. After several moments of silence I got the feeling that we were not going to make contact with anyone there and so we started back down the trail in the direction that we had come from.

We took a few more photographs in the fading light and continued along the trail, pretty soon we saw a nice spot across the creek from us and we crossed over on some fallen trees that lay across the creek. We found a place that was elevated about 6 feet above the creek bed and just on the edge of the creek. As we sat there I once again went into a brief meditative state and while gazing down the bed of the creek I waited for someone to contact us.

All of a sudden I saw it … about fifty feet in front of us, I saw a large orb of energy … about five feet in diameter. The orb of energy was clearly visible to me with the naked eye, it appeared as a distortion in the atmosphere like a ripple or like what happens when you view an object through a water bubble. As far as orbs go, it was the largest ball of energy I had ever seen before and it continued slowly up the creek bed until it was only a few feet away from me and standing directly to the left of me. My sister turned to look at me as she had seen it too. By the way she was acting I knew that I was not just seeing things, she had clearly seen and felt it too. As it stood to the side of us, all of a sudden she broke out in goosebumps all over her body, even though it was 90 degrees and then I too broke out in big goosebumps.

Dragonfly found in Fall Creek park near Santa Cruz, CA.

Dragonfly found in Fall Creek park near Santa Cruz, CA.

We briefly chatted to establish that we had both seen and felt the same thing and then it was time to figure out who our guest was. At first I thought that we were dealing with a native who may have been a chieftain, but very quickly I realized that this was not the spirit of a human. I then checked to see if they were animal and I once again got a resounding “no”. I thought that perhaps there was a chance that this entity was from another world, but when queried it was apparent that they were from earth. Then the entity showed me everything in the forest all at once and I asked if they were rock and mineral to which I got a resounding yes!

Re-creation of energy field that we witnessed approaching us along the creek bed.

Re-creation of energy field that we witnessed approaching us along the creek bed.

At once it became clear to me … the plants, the animals and even the people who were and who had been here, were all part of the soil. All of their bodies came from the rocks and minerals present within the earth. As I had gone into the forest to connect with it, here I was connecting with the land itself  which of course was what the forest was made from. After

Butterfly photographed in Fall Creek Park.

Butterfly photographed in Fall Creek Park.

establishing to some extent … who we were communicating with, I decided to start the conversation and ask him some questions. But before I could do so, the forest turned the tables on me and told me that he wanted to start the conversation.

He wanted to greet us and thank us for taking the time to come and visit him. He said that he was honored to have an opportunity to connect with us and appreciated what we had been saying about the need for controlled burns. He said that it was refreshing to have someone recognize that he was in a bad state and overdue for a cleansing fire. Then I asked him how was it that he was male? He indicated that he really was not male or female but that for the sake of conversation that we were to refer to him in the male form, he also indicated that it was traditional in our society for the males to take such a leadership role, just like a native chieftain.

One of our biggest questions was if you are not the planet in general, such as Mother Earth, than what are your physical boundaries and do you stay one size or adjust to fit the size of the forest? What happened next convinced me beyond a shadow of a doubt that who we were talking with was the park itself and all of the land within it’s borders. When queried  as to his size, he indicated that he was part of Henry Cowell State Park which I was not aware of at the time, I simply thought that Fall Creek was it’s own independent park. I asked him if he could tell me how large he was in square miles and I got a resounding yes. I asked if he was greater than 10 square miles and I got a no. I asked if he was smaller than 5 square miles and I got a no. I asked if he was between 5 to 10 square miles and I got a yes. Then the number 6.7 jumped at me and I settled at somewhere around 6.4 to 6.7 square miles.

Fall Creek Redwoods forest floor.

Fall Creek Redwoods forest floor.

It was starting to get darker in the forest and after our brief conversation with the forest … with the land … we decided that it was time to head out. Upon returning home later that day, I looked up the size of Fall Creek park. First I discovered that it was part of Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park and when you took the acreage of both the Fall Creek unit and the main part of the park  and added them together that they were equal to 6.47 square miles! The park told me what size he was and very accurately … remarkable, now it’s time to visit some other parks and see if I can do the same thing there. For more about myself visit … http://www.charlespeden.com and http://www.bythebaytreasures.com.

Fall Creek Redwood Grove

Fall Creek Redwood Grove

Not long ago I was finishing up a reading and as I was wrapping up the reading an image jumped into my min. The image was that of a tulip bulb and what followed next was my connecting with three plants. I had no prior knowledge of these plants and I was not asked about them, rather they “butted” into the conversation/reading on their own. They had specific needs that needed to be addressed and they made if very clear to me, what those needs were.

After that experience which I wrote about in more detail in a prior posting, I had another plant communication take place just last night while I was visiting my sister in Santa Cruz. I spent about 6 hours in the surf this morning from dawn until noon collecting sea glass near Santa Cruz, CA. I was suited up in a wetsuit and was collecting in the surf. It was pretty gnarly with some big sets rolling in and I took a football sized rock to the left shin which even through a wetsuit managed to cut me a bit while delivering a bruise and scar which I expect will remain for several years if not longer. Now back to the part about talking to plants.

As we were sitting around eating some pizza I told my sister about my recent experience with talking to plants. I told her about the reading I had done over the phone where I had the plants “butt” in so that they could get some help.  She then asked if I could chat with her plants. My sister has a sizable garden and many fruit trees as well as other plants, in short she could in a pinch run a nursery. I am not familiar with her garden and I have not really looked at this years plantings and so I stepped outside, faced the garden and said the following.

Alright, here’s the deal … if there are any plants that need to have their needs addressed and they are not being taken care of properly, please speak up in the following order. Will those with the greatest need, with a solution that will provide the maximum benefit, please step forward, with the plant with the next greatest need coming in after that one and so forth. It was dark outside at this time and then I walked back inside and sat down in the living room. I then saw something in my mind.

The image I was viewing was that of a tuber and I was told that a tuber was being attacked by moles and gophers, he told me that all the other plants were protected and that it really was a crime that he was the one who needed the protection the most below ground, but had none. I then asked if she had a tuber, at first she said no, then I asked if she had a potato plant, she then remembered it and confirmed that everyone else was either in raised beds with chicken wire underneath, or they were planted in a pot. The solution was simply, he suggested digging him up and laying some chicken wire under him and around him, he even informed her how many inches in diameter to dig around him and the depth.

As soon as the potato plant was done, I saw a large pot that had a blue glaze on it. I asked my sister if she had a pot like that and she said yes. We went outside and I saw the pot at the edge of the front porch, it had a jasmine plant growing in it. I then saw the problem, a small weed was growing in the pot next to the base of the jasmine plant. My sister went to pull the weed and what appeared to be a small weed ended up having a massive root system that nearly picked up half the soil in the pot when it was pulled, no wonder the jasmine was unhappy.

The last one that connected with me was a sunflower plant. I saw a sunflower quite clearly and asked my sister if she had one, at first she said no. Then she remembered that little sunflower she had brought home from work a few days ago. She had put it into the trunk of the car and forgotten about it for two days, then she dropped in by the fence near the driveway in a cracked pot. The sunflower demanded a new pot, he said that his pot dried out too quickly and that he was not in a good place. Well, that one was an easy fix, a new pot and placing him in the garden and not by the dumpster and driveway.

I will soon be adding a new page to www.charlespeden.comone on plant communication and I will start offering plant whispering services as soon as the ink is dry on this posting.

Here is an interesting little note regarding a recent reading…

While connecting with the ex-boyfriend of a woman who I was doing a reading for, an interesting thing happened. She had asked him some questions about things that he had said to her while they were dating and he was still alive, (he committed suicide). He kept avoiding answering the questions and would chat about other things, but not what she wanted answers to. Finally he got fed up and said the following. Your asking about our past relationship is much like going to to your auto mechanic and discussing what repairs are needed for your vehicle, even though the vehicle has just been repossessed. In other words, it’s over, time to move on, I am dead and you are still there, forget about me and please move on. Ouch … cold and from the other side.

Yesterday I had a few very interesting things take place during a reading. I had been contacted with a request for a reading a few days ago and the woman who I had read for before, informed me that she had recently learned that she had some Native American or Indian blood in her. One of her relatives had after a glass or two of wine revealed a family secret that her great grandmother was half Native American. Now, the woman wanted to try and connect with the Indian who had been the father of one of her relatives.

With nothing more then a suggestion that he was Cherokee and knowing the name of the woman who had him as a father, I began the reading. After a little bit information began to trickle in. I connected with an American Indian who told me that he had been disowned by his own tribe. He told me that he had been “domesticated” that he did not wear traditional clothing but that he wore white mans clothing. He informed me that he could read and write and was very proud of that fact.

As the reading progressed, more and more details came forward. He told me that he was half French and that he was Osage. He told me that he was a traveling salesman, that he sold medicines and such and had a white partner who was an older man whom had taken him in at an early age. He told me that he met the woman in question when she was 16 and that he was not even aware of the fact that he had gotten her pregnant. He expressed great sorrow and sadness at not being a part of his daughters life and of not being aware of her existence until he had passed.

After a few more minutes with “Manny” the Osage Indian who claimed to be half French, I felt that he had provided all the information that he could that was relevant to the woman I was doing the reading for. I then “saw” a bulb, like that of a crocus or daffodil. I asked my client why was it that I saw a bulb? She told me that she had been given a tulip bulb a year ago and after rummaging through some drawers recently, that she had located it and had decided to place it in water. The tulip then told me that he was ready to be planted in soil and that the water he was in got too hot for him. She confirmed that he was on a window sill in direct sun and was in a clear vase that could easily overheat in the direct sunlight. The tulip then told me that there was a tub that was 8 inches tall and which had a cornflower blue color to it, he said that he wanted to be planted in it. The tulip then added that the build up of dead leaves in the tub was too deep and half of them should be removed. Everything was confirmed!

Just when I thought it was over … I “saw” some cuttings that she had taken, they seemed to be vines of some sort. I asked her about the cuttings she had and told me that she had some ivy cuttings that she had planted in her yard. The ivy then told me that they got no sun and were very unhappy. She confirmed that she had planted them alongside the garage where there was no sun … at any time of day. Then I “saw” a succulent. I asked her if she had a succulent, she said that she used to, but that it had died. She told me that an aloe vera plant that she once owned had died at her hands. The planet was left in direct sun for several days and when she saw that she had burned it a little bit, she had brought it inside and then she had over watered it, drowning it. The aloe plant was very unhappy and told me that he had once been quite large and had been thriving until she screwed up with him. The kicker was that the aloe vera plant had been the prior resident of the cornflower blue tub!

After the reading I was given several additional confirmations. It had been confirmed that the American Indian had gotten the relative pregnant when she was 16. The Osage had contact with the French right around the same time period that Manny would have been born. Traveling medicine salesmen or snake oil salesmen were often Native Americans. A photo of a family member who was a descendant from the woman who was Manny’s daughter bears a striking resemblance to the facial features one would tie to the Osage or other tribes even though he had always claimed that he was a Swede.

So … I guess it’s just a matter of time before I will be appearing at a nursery or garden center near you, providing readings on your plants. Plants are living things too and they too can communicate with us. Many years ago “The Secret Life of Plants” was published, it is still a good read. I have heard of gardens in places like Ireland that are cared for by intuitive gardners who “talk” with the plants to know how best to care for them.