“Down here, come photograph my area,” a deva said from below me. I was at Clingman’s Dome, in the Smokey Mountains, photographing a cloud-covered sunset with a group of photographer friends.
The weather wasn’t great for spectacular sunsets…but just right for nature portrait studies. So I told the deva I would love to come visit.
The deva sent out a homing signal and I set out to locate the spot. For me this is like a magnetic pull I feel in my heart center. It is an energy beacon that I navigate towards, which often takes me through fields and woods to locate who is calling.
In this case I quietly left the group and headed right, along the cliff side wall, searching for a way down to where the homing signal was located.
I finally found a path. It was steep and long. I was tired after a long day photographing the beauties of the Smokey Mountains.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said inwardly. “How far down?” I was thinking of turning back…