By Dana Stovern
January 3, 2022
Hotchkiss, Colorado
The course of my life has never followed a straight line within the confines and predictable rhythms of the traditional establishment, although I tried with great might and suffering for many years to make it do so — some thirty years plus. When I eventually came to terms with my undeniable intuitive gifts in the mystic arts that had been shrieking to come through for so long, I discovered a steady pulse was living within my soul path, lighting the way. This was my ignition, my initiation, my revelation into a new way of living that the push-pull clarities from the Universe were showing me the way through what had been a muddle of frustration and pain. Thus began my new way of tracking life through intuitive nudges, messages from my Spirit Team (light beings I have significant connections with in “the beyond”), along with strong “yeses” and “nos” out of the questions I asked my pendulum, and billboard signages in the real world used as amplifiers from the Universe. And, believe it or not, a healthy dose of logic because you don’t want to be too batshit crazy and throw the baby out with the bathwater.
Over the years, as I honed and integrated a balance of my tools and gifts through life’s storms, they became my trusted allies in determining the absolute best choices I could make at any given time to manage the direction of my life. The reason I use the word “manage” is that no matter how much insight any one of us has, there is no such thing as control. We are always at the whim of the shifting tides of the Universe, no matter how much we hedge our bets. So, when it finally came time to cut my losses in my second marriage, a heartbreaking decision, I leaned more heavily than ever on trusting the living that I’d cultivated: I kept my feet firmly planted on the ground and let the door swing wide open to show me the path of possibility that I might never have considered for myself.
The magnetic power coursing through mountain ranges will change you, especially above ten thousand feet. But this isn’t necessarily what people talk about when they visit and drive through the Colorado Rockies, soaking up one of the greatest collections of fourteeners (mountains with elevations above fourteen thousand feet) in the country. Instead, visitors will usually talk about the magnificent feeling of the spectacular views without understanding the trend of energies right beneath their feet.
For me, the confluence of this magnetic power coursing through mountain ranges is greatest along the Continental Divide, where the elements of gravity and earthly cathedral spikes work together in determining directional flows of snowflakes and water droplets, either east to the Gulf of Mexico or west to the Pacific Ocean. I’ve spent years marveling at the powerful simplicity of this and how it results in the sheer directional voluminous flows of water across the country. While gravity and the silent height of the mountains of the Colorado Continental Divide split volumes of water, it’s also a place that easily rearranges the informational complexity of your DNA anew within the spin of your internal compass — without you even knowing about it. You’ll feel its subtle effects at the time but not recognize the dynamics until after, much like your snowflakes and water droplets that have been flowing east for so long are now flowing west.