Metaphysical Victoria

Paranormal. First Nations. History. Large population. Tradition. A popular cruise ship stop. Very mild weather compared to mainland Canada. And magnetic earth energy (Ley lines) that intersect.

Victoria, British Columbia is a fascinating place.

If you are a worker for the Light, what do I suggest that you do? What options have you?

• Enjoy where you are 'nudged' to travel and explore! Last year, I wanted to see Sooke. And I did. There was a beautiful stretch of stone beach that was very healing for me.
• First Nations sites are marked with large statues. For example, Songhees' Point. You might wish to visit them.
• See whales. Take a tour. The water is calm and the vistas are beautiful. The whales are magical to observe. 
• Shop. You have three choices downtown. On Johnson street there is Dark Horse Books, more of a used bookstore. I didn't go inside. (there is a certain 'mystery school' all over the area, signs of it are everywhere, and there was a guidebook to 'it' in the window; there is no 'connection' whatsoever to this 'mystery school' for me.) The other is Avalon, in the back right hand corner in Market Square. They have exceptionally nice crystals. There is an online store too: http://www.avalonmetaphysical.com/ Right across the street, in Chinatown, is another store. I bought some very fine pendulums there. The owner is nice, but a little reserved. Our California ways were a little 'much' for her until she 'warmed up'. http://www.triplespiralmetaphysical.com/
• Go organic. This store had a nice selection of just about everything. http://www.lifestylemarkets.com/ There is a nice chocolate with honey in it that is 'activated' that is sold there 'handmade Manuka Honey Chocolate Truffle Bar' www.zibadel.com. I also bought this coffee: Paradise Mountain Organic Coffee. I met the owner, and he shook my hand. It is grown in the shade in Thailand, and supports for the Thai and the non-Thai (Burma or Malaysian) long-time residents who are not eligible for services. There is a school. They fertilize with elephant dung and chicken poop! The coffee tastes wonderful (I take it black) The phone is 1-855-263-7662 and the email is info@pmoc.ca   . There is no website, unfortunately!
• Exercise! You can walk along the Harbor, rent a bike, play tennis, or even ride a zip line nearby. It is good for your energy when you exercise.
• Feed a seal. There is a blind harbor seal near Fisherman's wharf. You can buy fish for it, and hold it out by the pier. The seal is blind and has very sharp teeth. My son would let go of the fish as the seal came up with the open mouth, just to be careful!
• See The Butchart Gardens. It is magical. Take more pictures than you think. Everything looks even better on camera and you will have so many memories!
• Take a Ghostly Walk--this is a very reputable organization that will let you know more of the history of the area. It can be scary for some, but is not intended to be more than 'a little spooky'. https://www.facebook.com/ghostlywalks
• Watch a water ferry 'taxi water ballet'. This is charming! Don't miss it! http://www.victoriaharbourferry.com/tours-services/water-ballet
• Get Roger's Chocolates on Government Street
• Try Poutine--Grilligan's or La Belle Patat (tuesdays are buy one get one free)
• Have tea. Ask your concierge for details. We have gone to the Butchart and the Empress, both are wonderful.
• Wash your clothes! This place was very nice but the WiFi didn't work for us http://www.laundrolounge.ca/index.html. Here is a photo--
  

This vacation, I haven't wanted to 'do' much. The weather has been cool, and we have mostly stuck to our 'tried and true' favorites.  It has been an excellent trip.

Ways to get here? Float plane. Connector flight from Vancouver or Seattle. Coho Ferry. Cruise Ship. Or even 'your own boat' if you are into navigating!

Best wishes for a fabulous stay.

Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

My Yesterday In Victoria

Victoria has an incredible connection to the land for us. We lived here in another life. But also, because of last year, we now have a connection to the town's  'ghosts'.

On the water taxi to Fisherman's wharf, I heard 'Lizzie' the devaout catholic maid who had said a rosary on the same balcony every break, and fell to her death when the builders for the new addition removed the 'fire excape' balcony she used but didn't nail shut the door.

Hello and welcome back! We are so glad you are here to visit! she said with a big smile and a wave.

We know humans, too, who are glad to see us. One sells food and the other lives on a houseboat. We said our 'hellos' and also made reservations for whale watching. This time we were even invited upon a houseboat for a tour.

Mrs. Leah Rogers had told me to 'buy a treat something special for myself.' It was mysterious, was it not?

Well, yesterday on the way out of the hotel, I found this yellow post it note on the ground. I was concerned it was for something important, so I bent down and picked it up:

It said:
Victoria Cream Raspberry Vanilla Swirl. Only sold in the Main Rogers, the one that says just Raspberry Cream it is not the same. Fussy. Fussy!

It turns out that the three original flavors were chocolate, vanilla and raspberry. The one like this wasn't available at the main strore. But the caramel cream has a vanilla with a swirl of caramel in it. The worker has only seen things 'move around' in the store, but no other 'ghostly manifestations' since she started working there in May. I told her I think it is wonderful the owners loved the store so much that they still tend to it.

I didn't share that Leah had been in the front window like always. She told me to buy 'just what we need for one day' and 'to come back'. She also made me stop my boy before he walked in to say, 'she is very proud of him' and 'that he has grown so much taller since last time he came.'

I saw Candy Rogers at the 'till' or cash register on the left. He was shy but proud, and was asking, 'So you like it?'. I said 'yes, it is wonderful here. I really enjoy it, having it the same after all these years.' Then he pointed with his thumb to the back, and I knew Fred was there. Fred is their son who died before his sixteenth birthday. He came out too, was very shy, and barely made eye contact, but he was no longer tortured like he was by his mind in Life. I 'pick up' in his own way Fred helps, and this 'undoes' some of the Karma he got from his untimely death. They are all in this together.

When I walked by the trees from Fisherman's Wharf to town, I had visions of dead First Nations people hanging in the trees. That is how some tribes buried them--in a soft bag suspended from a tree. According to my Houseboat friend, who is Minik or something like that, some tribes buried. And I know another put them on a rock not far from shore.

As we walked by the Gatsby, I saw the head in the window that floats, just in the second floor in the little tower room. My son kept saying that was not the hotel from the ghost tours. And I kept seeing the head, and said, 'I think this is the one'. (If you are a ghost seeker, then that room at the Gatsby is the one for you. People check out at three a.m. if they can't get another room. The staff 'asks no questions', this is so common.)

The last ghostly mention are the spirits who 'live' at the Empress Hotel. The writer with the statue on the corner always welcomes us. She wanted us to come into the garden and take a stroll. She recognized us and was happy to see us a second time.  Lizzie also came down and greeted 'us' (me, telepathically as  medium) warmly. My son could 'feel' her too. The manager who committed suicide in the rafters put his arm in mine, and was in good spirits. Look at this! It is shining, The Empress, again after all these years! 

Lizzie 'helps' those who are sad that are staying at the hotel. She comes to them and says, 'Look where you are! This is a beautiful place. Isn't it lovely? How can you be sad when you are staying here?' in their ear. And most of the time, it works. She also helps the lonely ones and the ones who have had a tiff or a spat with their partner and their family.

The manager has a message for you: we are here by choice and because we love the Empress Hotel this much to spend all of our time here. (His suicide was because the hotel faced financial ruin, the books had not been kept straight, it was discovered, and he decided to 'go down with the ship' as the Empress 'sank' into ruin.) We provide a service from the other side not for the hotel but for US and for you! We are not trapped here. We are here by Choice and we wanted to make this distinct difference from where we were last year. (He is right, the terrible energy there had 'lifted' over the year, and was still 'Light'). We are here to serve and to let Love shine from our hearts to you. Never be afraid of us.

There was one last Supernatural Healing. When I walked past the Parliament Building, I heard At the center of a celtic cross time stands still'.

At the Bay Mall, I was surprised to see this:

At the center of the cross shape of the mall was a large timepiece

This is below the clock--the circle of a celtic cross

So I stood here and did my thing

 This time the old ones came out from the back. Just like in Puna District in Hawaii. I 'gave' this land back to them, in Spirit. There was an important First Nations site under the mall, something sacred and important to Gaia's energy, a Ley Line perhaps? They were very quiet and surprised I was there and then thankful for the return of what was rightfully theirs. The Vortex that is there now is golden aquamarine blue. It is small, and not like any at the airports. The 'builders' did this on purpose, and it is my hope that Gaia, the ancients, and all the people who visit the mall will benefit from the new, more natural energies that are now there. If you build a large structure on surface earth with a purpose of 'squashing' a ley line, it will 'squash it'. However, that 'purpose' can be undone even though the building remains. Tearing down the building, on the other hand, might not 'undo' the purpose without Light work like I do.

As we walked by the scariest part of town (Chinatown) we missed it by a block. The entities sensed me and I 'felt' them. I was guided to say, 'I am only raising the vibration here a little bit, you do not have to leave.'

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

She is Catholics

This image represents the chalice and the blade, an emblem of the Goddess

Last night I heard a story of a man, who was thrown out of his bed and dashed with ice water in the middle of the night. He did his research and discovered it had happened at the same moment the Titanic started to sink. He told that story with delight for years.

The ghost tour guide knew the man who heard this tale from the one that experienced it.
The tour guide, on a different investigation, discovered that there was a man from Victoria who had died on the Titanic. He had always stayed at the same room of the hotel as the man who was drenched.

Who was this man? "I knew the man that knew the first one with the story," said the John Adams, the ghost tour guide, "he was masons. And so was the one who told the story in the first place. He was masons as well."

I asked if John was a member of Paranormal Victoria, the group Reiki Master Alicia Nickle, our other tour guide was associated with. He was not. Was he part of the other group in town? No, he said. He didn't want to take sides, as both groups got along fine. He didn't want his thirteen year business of ghost walk tours to favor one with his membership.  I had to think about that. He must be getting his paranormal experience from somewhere...he must be Masonic himself.

I am not mason. But there is a hierarchy to the organization. I will explain the only sister organization I know and am associated with, the Catholic Church.

First there are the parishioners. We are baptized and go through first communion to participate in mass. It takes confirmation to become a full member.

The lay person is given rites: baptism, communion, reconciliation, confirmation, marriage, and last rites. There is also a rite for the religious, for the priests and nuns who devote themselves to religious life.

That is where the church organization starts to get murky. Ninety nine percent of the laity and the religious are on the level. They love God, they believe in the church, and they obey and do what they are asked to do.

Somewhere deep in the church, Satan is present. I do not know where or how, but clearly molestation of youth is but one sign of the darkness of the church. At levels up, the power is more frightening. In the old country of Sicily, my grandfather knew and warned my mother as a little girl of this risk.

Online, if you look hard enough, you will find evidence to back up these fact. Cobra's little red pill is an excellent start.

This post is a apology to the masons who are like the ninety-nine percent of the Roman Catholic Church. And not to the members of high rank, I am not sure where exactly, but I understand thirty-three is not good. I let you go to your fates and to justice.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc