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is a potent force. Land can let you know when you’re not welcome as my traveling partner and I found out while camping on the beach next to the Tulum Ruins, in Mexico, 1976. It was only four years after the Mayan region had been opened to develop tourism. Cancun resort was still in process and few travelers knew about the region.We strung our hammocks between beach palms and spent almost two weeks in this idyllic, sugar-sand, Caribbean swim spot. Out of food one morning, we embarked on a long walk and hitchhike to get supplies at the small Mayan town 8 miles away.Although we had made the trip before, this morning we felt like we were walking through Jello and we became exhausted without reason. Not one car passed us on the highway. We ended up hoofing it the entire way. We felt increasingly miserable the closer we came to the village. At one point we were so fatigued we stopped and asked ourselves what the hell was happening. Should we go back?<figure id="9c7e"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*uoUIuoUM874-Xasz_oAt7A.jpeg"><figcaption>Robbie Herrera/unsplash</figcaption></figure>A Mayan ritual was taking place in the village. All the stores were closed. Many people were drunk on chicha, a fermented corn beverage and weaving around, pissing in public, behaving abnormally. We felt sick to our stomachs and thought it was dehydration so we drank a lot of water after buying a bit of food at an open roadside stand.We could hardly wait to leave. Back on the highway we ran into two teenage Mexican women. They were also trying to hitch a ride so we kept walking, feeling disoriented and leaden. One lone driver mercifully stopped for us halfway back. We continued feeling off center and depleted without reason that night and crashed out as soon as it was dark.The next morning Karen called out to me from her hammock. “Don’t get up yet. Look at the ground.”A man’s large footprints showed the circular route he had taken around both our hammocks and campfire while we were sleeping.We had befriended an Anthropologist who was working in the ruins and she strode into our camp as we were hastily packing up. “Thank God you two are okay. That was a terrible mess yesterday. I told everyone to stay out of it but I didn't know you had gone to the village.”She sat down to explain, but first wanted to hear our impressions of the trip to town. She listened attentively to the details in our sludge day, then launched into her explanation. Turns out an ancient Mayan ritual was enacted in the village the day before. In the past, it involved human sacrifice of young women.The two women we met on the highway? They picked up a ride after we did. Their driver was drunk and they crashed. One of them was killed and the other in serious condition. The driver sustained no injuries.The Anthropologist was almost shaking with energy. “People don’t believe energy is in the land and the rituals it’s witnessed. This is dangerous territory being opened up here in Quintana Roo. There’s a lot of resentment in the Mayan community about workers in the ruins and tourists beginning to trickle in. Certain members in the village are intent on harm to warn off foreign influences. Dark rituals were invoked yesterday. One’s not used in many years. A sacrifice was made indeed!”If we had paid homage to the blatant warnings streaming from the land into our bodies, we would’ve had enough sense to turn back. This is only one way psychometry can aid us in our endeavors. The land itself had been pushing us away.<figure id="3524"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*bSc_o42cdoBSDqwYNpu9Ig.jpeg"><figcaption>Drak Yerpa Monastery Tibet, over 13,000 ft. I hiked up a small valley close to here, laid down on the ground surrounded by absolute stillness and felt as well as heard the Earth breathe all the way down to her core.</figcaption></figure>Land can also hold a gift for us. I read about Termas long ago because I wa

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s interested in visiting Tibet and kept coming across this word.<h2 id="d87b">Terma: “Tibetan for “hidden treasure”. Various forms of hidden teachings that are key to Vajrayana and Tibetan Buddhist and Bon spiritual traditions. Tradition holds that Terma teachings were originally esoterically hidden by eighth century Vajrayana masters Padmasambhava and Yeshe Tsogyal, to be discovered at auspicious times by treasure revealers known as tertons.” Wikipedia</h2>I don’t know if I’m a terton, but I had a remarkable experience standing in front of the Blue Medicine Buddha Wall near Lhasa. I was strongly drawn to place my forehead against this ancient, four-story high wall where countless pilgrims had come to pray for the health of their loved ones or self.The instant my forehead touched the wall I felt an opening in the earth below my feet as a circuit of energy entered my body through the crown of my head. It coursed down my back, through my legs and feet into the earth, circled back into the wall and down through my body once again.This circular route carried enormous waves of emotion. I became a conduit for every soul who had stood before the wall and sought help from the healing Blue Buddha. Every possible feeling raced through my body with a profound electrical charge. I held no thought or feeling of my own but merely allowed the waves to continue until the teaching was complete.This experience was a gift, enhancing my field of compassion for humanity. I received this blessing as an honoring from the Blue Buddha.<figure id="5d71"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*JKGnDoRl6_7HbzY-2drdCg.jpeg"><figcaption>Our intrepid driver of perilous roads dropping myself-centered with driver-and car mates safely back at the Friendship Bridge to Nepal weeks later.</figcaption></figure>When we were driving into Lhasa valley a few days previous, I experienced a series of powerful, energetic frequencies sitting in the passenger seat of our car. I began crying but tried to cover it up.Our Tibetan driver, who couldn’t speak English, took one glance at me and squeezed my hand as he began chanting “OM Mani Padme Hum”, a universal mantra that incorporates the meaning of Buddhism within six syllables.I was returning to my spiritual home on our planet and my body knew it before I could mentally perceive it. This is psychometry at work. Everything felt familiar in Lhasa, especially the Sera monastery close to the Potala, the former home of the Dalai Lama.<figure id="b097"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*c4aK9ZwenfZ-h_Aq-U6_Hw.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure>We all possess the capacity to use psychometry as a personal divining rod. If you pick an object up and it doesn’t feel good, don’t naysay your sensations. It’s the very first impression you receive that is the accurate one, not your mental machinations which follow. Am I imagining this etc?The more you explore this method of touch, pause and listen, the greater your confidence will be about using it as a tuning fork. Check your body for gut information too. Our bodies are more tuned into subtle energy forces than our minds allow. If you enter a place that doesn’t feel good, don’t question it. Get out quickly.Psychometry is a deceptively simple tool. It was highly revered in multiple cultures throughout history and widely used in searches for sacred sites. Ancient teachings have always offered keys to unlocking various mysteries our minds have difficulty processing. The Golden Key to Psychometry’s door is your focused intention to open your mind and get out of the way.You can test your reception skills by holding concealed objects a friend is familiar with. Pause, feel, breathe and speak the first words which come to you. You can get feedback about your associations right then and there. Impressions are rarely literal but are closely related to the object.Most of all, have fun experimenting!</article></body>

How To Sense Energy in Land and Objects

We can extend our senses and receive information by pausing, tuning in and listening.

Author photo. I’m expressing gratitude to the Himalayan mountains on the roof of our world. This was the last summit we crossed before leaving Tibet. It was almost 18,000 ft. in altitude and freezing, even though I was wearing many layers. The thin air acted as an elixir in my consciousness. Pilgrims have placed small cairns in honor of the land. 2004

“Psychometry [metrist] A person with the alternative sense. Able to touch a host and ‘see’ the future or past of the object the person has touched.” Urban Dictionary

Our bodies are living libraries. They record every experience we’ve gone through, including those beyond the physical. A hunch in your shoulders could be the criticism you received as a child. The slight hitch in your hip a reminder of that bike accident long ago.

As a Healing Arts Practitioner I was trained to see structural dysfunction. As a self mentoring metaphysician, I became more intrigued by the source rather than symptoms of a dis-ease or blockage. It was the mysterious and potent subtle energy world which drew me in.

Just as our bodies describe our story, land and objects hold one as well. Psychometry is a honing of the blade we are already using in our daily lives. Sharpening this skill and elevating it into your conscious realm increases your subtle energy reception and heightens your intuition.

We’ve all walked into or close to a creepy place. Our antenna raises an alert and maybe we’re not sure why. This can happen when sensing people too. On the other hand, we can be inexplicably attracted to an area or driven to be with certain individuals.

There are areas where our bodies synch up with the land. We thrive and feel alive in these regions. Other places can demonstrate the opposing end of the spectrum, serving as black holes and energy vampires.

Gems and minerals are strongly noted in carrying the energy of the last user forward. I discovered this when my mother and I were sorting through her jewelry right before I left the States. I picked up my maternal grandmother’s pure gold wedding band. I had looked at it before but always discarded it immediately because we had intensely disliked each other. I reminded her of my mother who also displeased her.

This time I instinctively slid it on. It fit like it was made for my finger. It felt warm and very vibrant. I wore it every day for the next two and a half years during a journey I remain amazed I survived.

It disappeared one afternoon, shortly after I returned home and washed my car on the driveway. I scrutinized everything I had touched and used, even opening the sink trap to see if I had dumped it with the soapy water. No ring.

I sat down, became very quiet and tuned in. Here is what I heard and it wasn’t my voice. “Your grandmother had great remorse for her treatment of you and your mother after she crossed the veils. She wanted to help you as much as she had hurt you. She signed on as your protector and magnetized you to her ring as part of her circle of protection. You’ve returned home safely. She feels her work is done. You no longer need her ring. She has removed it from your environment.” Inner Hierophant [teacher]

Kaan Koseman/unsplash This Tulum ruin was directly above our beach campsite. I think it was used for sacrifice. It was not yet excavated in 1976. We had no idea it was there.

The energetic history in land is a potent force. Land can let you know when you’re not welcome as my traveling partner and I found out while camping on the beach next to the Tulum Ruins, in Mexico, 1976. It was only four years after the Mayan region had been opened to develop tourism. Cancun resort was still in process and few travelers knew about the region.

We strung our hammocks between beach palms and spent almost two weeks in this idyllic, sugar-sand, Caribbean swim spot. Out of food one morning, we embarked on a long walk and hitchhike to get supplies at the small Mayan town 8 miles away.

Although we had made the trip before, this morning we felt like we were walking through Jello and we became exhausted without reason. Not one car passed us on the highway. We ended up hoofing it the entire way. We felt increasingly miserable the closer we came to the village. At one point we were so fatigued we stopped and asked ourselves what the hell was happening. Should we go back?

A Mayan ritual was taking place in the village. All the stores were closed. Many people were drunk on chicha, a fermented corn beverage and weaving around, pissing in public, behaving abnormally. We felt sick to our stomachs and thought it was dehydration so we drank a lot of water after buying a bit of food at an open roadside stand.

We could hardly wait to leave. Back on the highway we ran into two teenage Mexican women. They were also trying to hitch a ride so we kept walking, feeling disoriented and leaden. One lone driver mercifully stopped for us halfway back. We continued feeling off center and depleted without reason that night and crashed out as soon as it was dark.

The next morning Karen called out to me from her hammock. “Don’t get up yet. Look at the ground.”

A man’s large footprints showed the circular route he had taken around both our hammocks and campfire while we were sleeping.

We had befriended an Anthropologist who was working in the ruins and she strode into our camp as we were hastily packing up. “Thank God you two are okay. That was a terrible mess yesterday. I told everyone to stay out of it but I didn't know you had gone to the village.”

She sat down to explain, but first wanted to hear our impressions of the trip to town. She listened attentively to the details in our sludge day, then launched into her explanation. Turns out an ancient Mayan ritual was enacted in the village the day before. In the past, it involved human sacrifice of young women.

The two women we met on the highway? They picked up a ride after we did. Their driver was drunk and they crashed. One of them was killed and the other in serious condition. The driver sustained no injuries.

The Anthropologist was almost shaking with energy. “People don’t believe energy is in the land and the rituals it’s witnessed. This is dangerous territory being opened up here in Quintana Roo. There’s a lot of resentment in the Mayan community about workers in the ruins and tourists beginning to trickle in. Certain members in the village are intent on harm to warn off foreign influences. Dark rituals were invoked yesterday. One’s not used in many years. A sacrifice was made indeed!”

If we had paid homage to the blatant warnings streaming from the land into our bodies, we would’ve had enough sense to turn back. This is only one way psychometry can aid us in our endeavors. The land itself had been pushing us away.

Drak Yerpa Monastery Tibet, over 13,000 ft. I hiked up a small valley close to here, laid down on the ground surrounded by absolute stillness and felt as well as heard the Earth breathe all the way down to her core.

Land can also hold a gift for us. I read about Termas long ago because I was interested in visiting Tibet and kept coming across this word.

Terma: “Tibetan for “hidden treasure”. Various forms of hidden teachings that are key to Vajrayana and Tibetan Buddhist and Bon spiritual traditions. Tradition holds that Terma teachings were originally esoterically hidden by eighth century Vajrayana masters Padmasambhava and Yeshe Tsogyal, to be discovered at auspicious times by treasure revealers known as tertons.” Wikipedia

I don’t know if I’m a terton, but I had a remarkable experience standing in front of the Blue Medicine Buddha Wall near Lhasa. I was strongly drawn to place my forehead against this ancient, four-story high wall where countless pilgrims had come to pray for the health of their loved ones or self.

The instant my forehead touched the wall I felt an opening in the earth below my feet as a circuit of energy entered my body through the crown of my head. It coursed down my back, through my legs and feet into the earth, circled back into the wall and down through my body once again.

This circular route carried enormous waves of emotion. I became a conduit for every soul who had stood before the wall and sought help from the healing Blue Buddha. Every possible feeling raced through my body with a profound electrical charge. I held no thought or feeling of my own but merely allowed the waves to continue until the teaching was complete.

This experience was a gift, enhancing my field of compassion for humanity. I received this blessing as an honoring from the Blue Buddha.

Our intrepid driver of perilous roads dropping myself-centered with driver-and car mates safely back at the Friendship Bridge to Nepal weeks later.

When we were driving into Lhasa valley a few days previous, I experienced a series of powerful, energetic frequencies sitting in the passenger seat of our car. I began crying but tried to cover it up.

Our Tibetan driver, who couldn’t speak English, took one glance at me and squeezed my hand as he began chanting “OM Mani Padme Hum”, a universal mantra that incorporates the meaning of Buddhism within six syllables.

I was returning to my spiritual home on our planet and my body knew it before I could mentally perceive it. This is psychometry at work. Everything felt familiar in Lhasa, especially the Sera monastery close to the Potala, the former home of the Dalai Lama.

We all possess the capacity to use psychometry as a personal divining rod. If you pick an object up and it doesn’t feel good, don’t naysay your sensations. It’s the very first impression you receive that is the accurate one, not your mental machinations which follow. Am I imagining this etc?

The more you explore this method of touch, pause and listen, the greater your confidence will be about using it as a tuning fork. Check your body for gut information too. Our bodies are more tuned into subtle energy forces than our minds allow. If you enter a place that doesn’t feel good, don’t question it. Get out quickly.

Psychometry is a deceptively simple tool. It was highly revered in multiple cultures throughout history and widely used in searches for sacred sites. Ancient teachings have always offered keys to unlocking various mysteries our minds have difficulty processing. The Golden Key to Psychometry’s door is your focused intention to open your mind and get out of the way.

You can test your reception skills by holding concealed objects a friend is familiar with. Pause, feel, breathe and speak the first words which come to you. You can get feedback about your associations right then and there. Impressions are rarely literal but are closely related to the object.

Most of all, have fun experimenting!