i’m in ibiza, in an all-white apartment so i’m gonna catch up on some blogging because it feels like the perfect, clean, minimal, modern apartment to just stay up late and write from, ouuuuu (aka there’s nothing else to do)
this post is about ley lines, as i’ve found them to be real
ley lines are places with specific “earth energies” or “alignments” ; certain lines were drawn on the planet where the energy currents are super strong , resulting in strange phenomena
it’s a “pseudo-science” or “pseudo-archeology” , so what are the strange phenomena then?
this is where this gets interesting to me, you’d expect some en-masse events, huge tourist attractions, and sure these places draw in large crowds from all over, seekers of spiritual truths perhaps, but lots of places do that
SO WHAT DO LEY LINES PRODUCE THAT’S DIFFERENT, what is the point of them? ?? ? ? ? ?
basically, they realign or recalibrate the energy body in a certain way, aka just by being there, your energy body vibrates at a different frequency and for many people, it can serve as a form of “retuning”
also, from just general travelling i’ve noticed that every place encompasses its own energy, these are more than just “lifestyle changes” or shifts in the economy that create various forms of “citizenship”
they produce not just different ways of living, but different realities from which to live from, ley lines are no different, except they’re more potent
for example, glastonbury is the land of the faie. it’s very simple, it’s true
it’s great, you can walk around and just know that everywhere around you, there are beings manifesting between dimensions. even the people who live in glastonbury develop a strange, other-worldly presence, where they always seem like they’ve just emerged out of a real-life troll garden, sipping mushroom tea, wearing clothes that look like they’re from another century
sure there’s a style factor, but the fairies exist. they make you feel like you can occupy a separate reality from what the vast majority of mainstream culture tells you is real
here in ibiza, it’s mermaids / sirens that kinda take over in terms of metaphysical entities. they sing to you , they’re connected to the water and their vibe is more like “roaring waves washing over you” or exotic, soft wailing encircling you in a vast sea of underwater currents, manifested on land only. as a result, experiences flow from one to the next, things happen on their own timelines, you don’t really “plan” here as much as go where the tide takes you. “more missed flights happen on ibiza than anywhere.” you just get pulled away. it’s a great reminder that you really can manifest in each moment x
anyway, here are some photos of glastonbury , i visited twice and the second time there was this remarkable fog. i love fog, so i’m just going to post these photos encompassing the “mystical mood” of enchanted forests
it’s my sorta thing
i prefer it to the energy of places where people just sort of run from the transcendent, even those who work in spirituality. you try to rebook a shiatsu massage and the masseuse cancels without telling you, because they’d rather talk about insurance claims and sip coffee in their suburban home than delve into anything remotely spiritual with a client. and of course, them cancelling is proof that “you’re not their kind of client.” tbf, this can happen here / anywhere, it’s really not a one place over another conversation, it’s just some things are different or
too far out for people. anyway, that’s canada. they severed their connection to the land when they took it from the natives, now it’s just insurance companies and expensive masseuse colleges, jobs in “health” and “insurance.”
in glastonbury, you can be a crystal shaman and that’s the norm.
so, ley lines. they’re important. you can manifest much faster if you’re in the right place. the right place, being the right place for your energy framework, obvs.
if you want to work for an insurance company, and have no other interests, ontario is your place. i’m not knocking this either, it’s just a different FORM of experience. you can be perfectly content and spiritual sipping lattes at starbucks and shopping at aritzia or lulu lemon while living in a multicultural bubble. is it isolating or freeing? empty or self-focused? boring or fascinating? you can still create your own world, sure
i’d just always get glared at by everyone there, so i left. that’s also a part of the consciousness, you have to sort of develop a tough exterior to survive there. you can never really be open or vulnerable, as it’s not part of the culture. people think it’s b/c it’s an English colony or something, but it’s not. it’s a distinctively Canadian thing. it’s not a stiff upper lip, as much as a cold shoulder. i think probably there are just so few people that it’s very isolating, and people start preferring their space over too much interaction. anyway, i know i know, it was because i was just never “in.” i was never invited to any parties, and people talked about me behind my back. i was even boycotted on social media for years and years there once,
it was horrifying, until i realized it was just because there wasn’t much else going on there. i often thought about why this happened, like there must be some reason for one person to be subjected to so much social ostracism in one place, but it’s made me more comfortable with moving to other weird countries now, without needing to necessarily fit in.
i’m not a doctor or an administrator, so i’m not useful enough to this system i guess. but it also shows the broken politics of a technocracy. ie, there are no politics, it’s just realllllly boring. and yes there will always be an endless supply of various minorities just waiting to be slotted into positions of “relative ease” and “comfort” ; thereby insuring the bureaucracy is endlessly renewable, and that they’ll always have someone that can do the states dirty work, even if they have to hire a minority to do it. (i’m pro affirmative action, it’s how it’s deployed that keeps me wondering; like how is it that everyone always ends up hating each other or another party?) i’d rather live in an artist’s commune than a technocracy, but i have a feeling the two will somehow merge. it’s inevitable. for now though, nothing is that free. case in point, i have somehow become radicalized. this is radical.
it’s like there’s no real “shared culture” so everything happens in key make or break moments. just passing a person on a street is “eventful,” and maybe it is,
this post is not meant to be negative but inspiring, as i think for so many people, seeing other ways of living can be super helpful. knowing alternative frameworks exist is a methodology. otherwise you can get stuck in the consciousness of “this is the only way,” and often, you’ll get looked down at for trying to do something new / different, especially in places with low thresholds for innovation, and a high value placed on security , stability
now that i’m trying to create a new reality, one that works for me, i’m thinking a lot about ley lines. which is what this post is about
*all photos unedited
anyways , i started this post last week sometime and strangely i stumbled across this molly mccord video just now talking about the exact same topic!
it was synchronistic and it gave me the confidence to publish because i was thinking i’d just be coming from left field with this, constantly attacking the system, and that people would just get sick of all these utopian / conspiracy ramblings from all us anxious people who couldn’t cut it, according to our PM. i was scared i’d be activating more hate, esp from Canada aha (which I don’t need, lol). however, thanks to molly for making it all sound so clear in her channelled youtube video about the paradigm shift, which you can listen to here:
❤ thanks molly ❤
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um,
this week i’m moving to a communal finca in the woods,
so i’ll be doing that
i’ve always wanted to live in a communal finca,
so i hope it works out !
pitstopeleven 