Nature feels magical in Santa Cruz County, CA. The sentinel redwood trees spearing into the skies and the protected marine reserve filled with sea life in the coastal waters provide rich opportunities for enjoying the great outdoors of Northern California. October and November are the months of the highly anticipated return of the monarch butterflies as part of their amazing migration from Mexico to Canada through several generations every year.
I’m fortunate to live only a half hour from a popular monarch destination, Natural Bridges State Park. The park provides a beautiful beach along with wooded hiking trails lined with eucalyptus trees and other plants that thrive in the area. A wooden path winds in a glade where the monarchs congregate. Seeing them flutter about makes me think of forest fairies.
On a recent Saturday morning I awakened and felt nudged to head down to Natural Bridges. I was given a clear image of the excellent parking spot I would grab, which made me laugh. Sure, I believe in miracles, but getting the #3 spot on the coveted side street parking lane seemed impossible. Nevertheless, I got up, breakfasted, and headed down the mountain to the beach. The parking was bumper to bumper, as usual, but I tested my vision and drove all the way to the front and, shockingly, nabbed space #3! The magic was definitely on.
Even though there were plenty of cars and folks down at the beach, along the monarch trail I was by myself, feeling led by Spirit every step of the way. Especially exciting was a whisper to look up. High in a eucalyptus tree sat a large, tufted ear great horned owl. We stared at each other for a long time until I finally moved on. What a gift! (The owl in first pic is a representation.)
Great Horned OwlMonarch ButterflyButterfly flowersAngel Guide FeatherMonarch walkwayNatural Bridges
I’d been asking my guides for inspiration for a new meditation. Ask and ye shall receive! I enjoyed the magical experience. I hope the meditation that came from it is inspiring and uplifting to those who listen.Meet Your Spirit Guide on the Monarch Trail will also be available on the Planet Meditations page.
A book review by Dana Taylor of UFO of God by Chris Bledsoe
Chris Bledsoe has called North Carolina home his whole life, a man deeply embedded in the culture, the land, the opportunities, and the challenges. On January 8, 2007, on a fishing outing with his teenage son and four friends, his life was forever changed by bright orbs appearing in the night sky. Though Chris thought he’d only watched the three bright orbs for twenty minutes before finding his friends, he’d gone missing for hours. That’s how it began.
Chris Bledsoe’s memoir, intriguingly titled, UFO of God, leaves more questions than answers as to what Chris and his family have experienced in the intervening years. Unlike other modern UFO experiencers that seem to relate visitors from other planets, Chris’ story is more reminiscent of Biblical characters like Moses (Chris has his own burning bush) and Job. Or the tales of Marian visitations like Bernadette at Lourdes or the children’s encounters with Our Lady of Fatima.
In fact, Chris seems to be a modern Job. A man who acquired considerable wealth in the building business, enjoyed a happy marriage with a houseful of healthy children only to see the good life disappear with economic downturn. Then illness through severe irritable bowel syndrome, followed by rheumatoid arthritis, impeded his ability provide for his family. Add to that intense ridicule and shunning after word got out of his otherworldly encounter, Chris Bledsoe’s life hardly seemed worth living.
By Easter of 2012, despite on-going visitations by the mysterious orbs and other phenomena, he tells the heavens he is done. He’s going to ignore all paranormal activity, never speak of it again, no matter how amazing something might be. It isn’t worth the abuse his children endure at school and in the community.
And that is when The Lady makes her first appearance. Awakened from sleep by the command, “Arise!” Chris is escorted to another realm to meet a beautiful lady of shining white light who tells him he must continue in the mission. She promises to help open the way. He has to tell the world of changes to come.
Within a couple of weeks, Chris is invited to speak at a Mutual UFO Network (MUFON) meeting. One thing leads to another, and soon Chris is networking with experts from NASA, the CIA, scientific researchers, top brass military and more. Beyond that, he is now able to capture footage of various orbs and phenomena on devices that had previously been elusive.
What becomes clear in UFO of God, despite a policy of discrediting UFO experiencers publicly, is that the US government has been deeply involved in studying encounters for decades. Men employed by the government who devoted their lives to the investigation of UFOs reach out to Chris, offering validation and insights from their overview of vast data collected since the 1940’s. They allow Chris to name them in the manuscript. Jim Semivan, Former CIA Clandestine Directorate of Operations and Col. John B. Alexander, Ph.D, Retired US Army, both wrote forwards for the book.
UFO of God is Chris Bledsoe’s spiritual memoir; it conveys much of his angst and wonder. In many ways, at the end it feels like the story may just be beginning. An investigative reporter may come along some day and write a book that answers more of the readers’ questions like – What happened during the missing hours of the first 2007 encounter? What all did The Lady say? What were the scientific findings from Chris’s brain scans? What have family members experienced? Who else is experiencing similar phenomena? Is there a big picture to these encounters? Indeed, UFO of God feels like the starting place for a much bigger story.
It’s impossible to read Chris’ memoir without feeling compassion for a man and his family who suffered through so many physical and emotional hardships as the supernatural took over their lives. I hope for Chris that he is granted the ending of Job with a restored family and fortune to happier days.
For me the most tantalizing takeaway from UFO of God comes from Chris’ second meeting with The Lady. From Chapter 16:
“When the red star of Regulus aligns just before dawn in the gaze of the Sphinx, a new knowledge shall come into the world.” I was not sure what that meant. I have come to understand that around Easter 2026 there will be the end of an old way and the beginning of a new.
Hmmm. I guess we will just have to wait and see.
For more information watch this interview with Chris Bledsoe by Regina Meredith
1983 was a personally difficult year. On January 3, our first home was destroyed by fire. Though my husband, two small daughters, and I were unharmed, the turmoil and aftermath were challenging, to say the least. In the spring, Nana, my vivacious maternal grandmother died after a long battle with cancer. Then, in summer, my mother’s stomach problems were revealed to be cancer also. Mom’s illness and diagnosis pulled me down. A dark cloud hovered over me wherever I went. In other words, I was an anxious, worried hot mess.
With all those slings and arrows of misfortune coming my way, I began reading the Bible, praying, and simply begging for heavenly help. In fall of that year, in the quiet of my bedroom, the presence of the Christ Spirit overwhelmed me. It was my personal “come to Jesus” moment. Such experiences are truly indescribable. My body filled with liquid love. I met an invisible, but very real, being of high intelligence, kindness, and protection. A phrase of prayer language repeated over and over in my mind. I eventually uttered the strange non-English phrase into the room. To this day, I often center myself and open up to Spirit with that same phrase, some 40 years later.
My spiritual journey has taken many twists and turns in the ensuing years. I parted company several years ago from the dogmatic beliefs of most Christian denominations, though I was grateful to find kindred spirits at Unity Churches. My daily life is lived with a multidimensional awareness of the divinity all around. I feel deeply loved by many non-physical beings, especially the One we recognize as Jesus the Christ. I am well taken care of by Benevolent Beings.
In this holiday season, I felt led to create a Christmas Celebration Meditation. And I share it here with you. I hope it blesses you. With Love ~ Dana
Producing audio meditations is an increasingly co-creative act with Spirit. A few weeks ago I began to have glimpses of a figure wrapped in a beautiful golden cloak imbued with ruby red jewels. One quiet Sunday morning, I decided to set up my recording equipment, go into the prayer zone and see what developed. The result is the Ruby Angel Meditation. Images of golden energy raining down the walls of the room began the mental journey, followed by the appearance of the Ruby Angel. What follows is a healing session for the heart, both physical and emotional.
The music I felt led to use by Jesse Gallagher has glittering moments of drama, but I am not very familiar with the track and was somewhat oblivious to it when I was making the recording. The sync of the drama of the meditation and the music is purely “coincidental.” Or is it? I’ll let you be the judge.
I hope those who listen to the meditation are greatly blessed. ~~ Dana
Update! the Ruby Angel Meditation is now available ad-free on the Healing Meditations page of the main menu.
As a Reiki practitioner and empath, I often pick up emotions of my clients in a healing session. Most of us carry issues of abandonment from either the current life expression or past lives. We can feel deserted by parents, lovers, children, teachers-the list goes on and on. Deep seated feelings of abandonment can color our whole lives, making future relationships difficult as we project the fear of being discarded again.
Pondering this common hindrance to a full and happy life, I asked for guidance in creating a meditation to help people heal their abandonment wounds. My early healing prayer training included the concept of bringing Christ into a process called “Healing of the Memories.” For this meditation Mary Magdalene came to mind as a feminine expression of divinity to complete the energetic power with Jesus the Christ.Enter the sacred space of healing with the Highest of the High and learn you are never alone.
Enjoy this meditationto release issues of abandonment to move toward a peaceful, joyous life.Now available at my YouTube channel and also here at Supernal Living ad-free on the Healing Meditationspageof the main menu.
Crash! The unmistakable sound of breaking glass grabbed my attention as I wiped down the elegant kitchen marble counter tops that October day last fall. I turned around in time to see our five-month-old Bengal kitten, Shadow, high tail out of the living room and disappear up the second story stairs to her hide out. Drat that cat! Of course I quickly blamed myself for not removing the beautiful blue and gold scalloped vase from the mantle in the first place. She was growing everyday, leaping and exploring her new home. I sheepishly dreaded having to tell my housemate and home owner, Connie, that her lovely vase now lay in smithereens across the shiny hardwood floor because of my carelessness. Of course, I could put that off, as Connie was currently on vacation in Italy, far away from this house on the hills of San Jose, CA.
Shadow
Frankly, at the time of the vase break, I was a bit miffed at my spirit guides for not telling me to remove it. It had crossed my mind and yet I had not taken that simple precaution and saved the vase. I’m an intuitive, sensing guides and angels ever around me, helping me navigate the daily functions of life. I rely on their guidance for everything from parking spots to knowing the exact day to place a Craigslist ad in the San Jose area for a place to stay in the middle of a pandemic. Connie just “happened” to browse the listings checking out kitten postings. She got me that day instead of a cat. It would be several months before Shadow joined the household. People remark on my “magical” life. At the moment of the crashing glass, it seemed the guides had let me down.
As it turned out, allowing the vase to break, may have saved my life.
Two nights later, I had finished dinner, cleaned the kitchen and headed up to my room. Being alone in the house, I had turned off all the downstairs lights. My room faced the street and was the only lighted area. By 9 pm I had changed to pj’s and set up my I-pad in the landing at the top of stairs in front of my bedroom doing some yoga. I had turned off the bright overhead lights, preferring the softer light through my bedroom door. Suddenly, my Boho Beautiful routine of stretches and zen poses was rudely interrupted by the sound of breaking glass from downstairs.
What is that cat doing now?, I thought. Cascades of breaking glass kept falling and falling. Good grief. Has that cat toppled the television? Is she running amuck sending artwork flying across the living room? Infuriated, I headed toward the stairs. Just as I reached the first step, the figure of a man rounded the dark corner, about to mount the stairs.
Without forethought, I assumed an Incredible Hulk stance and bellowed, “GET OUT!!” followed by deep growls. Truly, I sounded positively demonic. Guttural roars continued even after he had turned around and dashed away like the proverbial bat out of hell. I only quieted after I heard a car tear off down the street.
I stood at the top of stairs, blinking. Did that just happen? Have I just scared away a burglar? To say “something came over me,” is an understatement. In that moment when I saw that guy, I felt big and powerful. Like I could Kick His Ass.
The rest of the evening unfurled with efficient aid and protection. I’d recently gotten the phone number of a helpful neighbor, Mike. He answered my call immediately. When I said there had been a break-in, he replied, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Mike helped me deal with the police I’d called and then he boarded up the gaping hole in the French door. Mike is a real stand-up guy.
Mike
I also had a key to the unoccupied house of my daughter’s in-law’s home a mile away, so I didn’t have to sleep in the invaded house again. Looking back, I can see Grace and Provision every step along the way of the whole episode.
I think back on that experience with wonder. All in all, it was empowering to know I won’t fall apart in a crisis. My guides and angels totally came through. One theory about such things is that certain events have high probabilities in The Field as they get closer in time. The breaking vase two days earlier planted an assumption of a mischievous cat in my mind, not a scary home invading robber.
Had my guides seen the potential break-in and allowed, or even encouraged, the cat to break the vase and thus, set up my mindset? And who or what came through me as I took command at the top of the stairs?
You might be wondering if the police found the culprits. Maybe. The thieves’ activities in the neighborhood were captured on several security cameras and pieced together, which included reading a license plate from the car. I’m hoping maybe I scared the would-be burglar away from a life of crime. One can always hope.
Inany case, I am grateful to my spiritual team for their guidance and support. And I’m especially grateful to that naughty catfor breaking the vase.
