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Alaska. I kept heading north. Eventually I ended up on what's called "Dalton Road"--the northernmost road in the US. Coincidence? You tell me. So I prepped the car, topped off the tank, made sure my gear was in order, and set off on the road that shared my namesake. It was a mix of pavement, mud, snow, slush, ice, and washboard roads bespeckled with spine-wrenching potholes and the occasional tractor trailer traveling at borderline reckless speeds. Still, I found a place to pull off the road, go cross country, and park up on the side of a mountain. A good place to make camp for a few days and to study what'd become fascinating to me: the aurora borealis.
I spent a trio of nights wrapped in a sleeping bag (tucked into another sleeping bag) inside the back of my Audi station wagon, sunroof open (the bugs weren't out yet--still freezing temps), gazing up into the glowing night sky. The ebb and flow of electromagnetic energies was spectacularly beautiful. Dynamic. Mesmerizing. I did notice that there was a spiritual component linked with the borealis. It was slightly out of sync. On the third night, I reached out with some significant Forces magicks and made some minor adjustments to get the realm back in line with the spiritual reflection, which had a "purer" sense to it--less Entropic decay and more idealized. The resulting lights were more spectacular. Brilliant. I decided to spend one more night. The fourth night emerged with the lights more in alignment with the spiritual component, so I spent the night making fine tuning adjustments again to help rebalance realm energies with the spiritual aspect. By the end of the night, it seemed the two had better synchronized. The spirits seemed pretty excited. I was pleased with myself, too. I felt accomplished, and it was interesting to examine the apparent linkage between broad-ranging, realm-based Forces and their reflection in Spiritual energies.
I came down from the mountain and got back on the Dalton Highway. The view was scenic, but I dreaded the few stopping points. Little towns--not even that--that were essentially a combination of gas station, restaurant, and trucker flop house. I like going unnoticed in crowds, but with so few people around EVERYONE sticks out. And I did not mesh well with all those bearded lumberjack types. "Gas and go" was my motto. No loitering or talking. Eventually I made it to the end of the road: Deadhorse. It's a larger "town" but basically nothing but an industrial town for the petroleum companies. I'd hoped to go see the ocean, but... The air smelled of oil and death. All the roads to the bay were restricted. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end. I got gas, paid, and immediately left. There's terrible things happening there. Terrible things. And I wanted to get out before anyone noticed me. So I did.
I spent one more night in the mountains to watch the aurora borealis. They seemed "fixed" from my earlier efforts. I just enjoyed the spectacle. Kargamis stood watch while I dropped off into a deep, restful, cleansing sleep. I awoke surprisingly refreshed. Refocused. I needed that. And then I was on the road again and headed for home.
I spent a trio of nights wrapped in a sleeping bag (tucked into another sleeping bag) inside the back of my Audi station wagon, sunroof open (the bugs weren't out yet--still freezing temps), gazing up into the glowing night sky. The ebb and flow of electromagnetic energies was spectacularly beautiful. Dynamic. Mesmerizing. I did notice that there was a spiritual component linked with the borealis. It was slightly out of sync. On the third night, I reached out with some significant Forces magicks and made some minor adjustments to get the realm back in line with the spiritual reflection, which had a "purer" sense to it--less Entropic decay and more idealized. The resulting lights were more spectacular. Brilliant. I decided to spend one more night. The fourth night emerged with the lights more in alignment with the spiritual component, so I spent the night making fine tuning adjustments again to help rebalance realm energies with the spiritual aspect. By the end of the night, it seemed the two had better synchronized. The spirits seemed pretty excited. I was pleased with myself, too. I felt accomplished, and it was interesting to examine the apparent linkage between broad-ranging, realm-based Forces and their reflection in Spiritual energies.
I came down from the mountain and got back on the Dalton Highway. The view was scenic, but I dreaded the few stopping points. Little towns--not even that--that were essentially a combination of gas station, restaurant, and trucker flop house. I like going unnoticed in crowds, but with so few people around EVERYONE sticks out. And I did not mesh well with all those bearded lumberjack types. "Gas and go" was my motto. No loitering or talking. Eventually I made it to the end of the road: Deadhorse. It's a larger "town" but basically nothing but an industrial town for the petroleum companies. I'd hoped to go see the ocean, but... The air smelled of oil and death. All the roads to the bay were restricted. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end. I got gas, paid, and immediately left. There's terrible things happening there. Terrible things. And I wanted to get out before anyone noticed me. So I did.
I spent one more night in the mountains to watch the aurora borealis. They seemed "fixed" from my earlier efforts. I just enjoyed the spectacle. Kargamis stood watch while I dropped off into a deep, restful, cleansing sleep. I awoke surprisingly refreshed. Refocused. I needed that. And then I was on the road again and headed for home.
