ancestral wisdom
Connecting With Gaia Through The Art Of Dowsing
I’ve always loved working with dowsing rods. Over the years, I’ve used them in many different ways, such as tracking down lost car keys, finding jewelry, and locating missing household items in the most unlikely places.
Dowsing is a wonderful intuitive practice. I’ve dowsed for many things over the years, but water dowsing has always fascinated me, because it connects nature and the physical world with the spiritual and mystical.
While digital technology and scientific methods have become the preferred tools used by engineers and geologists to accurately locate groundwater, pipes, and leaks, the ancient art of water dowsing is still practiced today. This practice is often called “water witching” in some parts of the United States.
Many farmers and homeowners still hire dowsers to find well locations, especially in rural areas. In fact, some professional water companies and utility providers have been known to also use dowsing rods to help locate pipes and leaks, alongside modern technology.
For me, this way of tuning into the earth’s natural flow and sensing what lies beneath the soil is deeply grounding and primal. It feels like aligning with the consciousness of the Earth herself, to Gaia, or Mother Nature. Gaia is more than a poetic metaphor; she is a living, breathing entity whose subtle energies speak to us if we know how to listen.
When I dowse for water, I feel as though I’m entering into quiet communion with her. I am attuning to her rhythms, her hidden pathways, and her silent wisdom. It’s a sacred act of reconnection, a reminder that we are not separate from nature, but part of her great, mysterious web of existence.
A Message To Those Who’ve Lost Their Light
The other night, before going to bed, I quietly spoke to my deceased grandfather. I asked him to help me find the right words. Something to bring hope and comfort to so many of my clients who’ve been feeling lost, weighed down, or tired of carrying their pain.
I asked him, “Please, Grandpa, show me what to say. Help me give them what their hearts need most.”
That night, I dreamed. But it wasn’t just a dream. It was a visitation. The air around me grew still and was filled with a golden glow that felt like peace and love. From that light, my grandfather appeared.
He didn’t look the way I remembered him from his later years, but he looked strong, bright, and full of calm energy. His eyes held the same gentle understanding he always had, but it was deeper, almost eternal.
He smiled and said softly, “I heard you. I’m here.”
Then he said, “If there’s a dream or passion that still burns inside you, don’t let it fade. That spark within you was placed there by something greater than yourself. Even when the world feels dark, your light hasn’t gone out. It’s only waiting for you to rise again.”
He looked at me, and I could feel the weight of his words, as if they were wrapped in love.
“Don’t let anyone steal your sparkle,” he said. “There will always be voices that doubt you or make you question your worth, but their disbelief can’t touch what’s divine within you. The light in your spirit is stronger than their shadows.”
Embracing The Dark Season With Isa And Jera
This time of year, when the air first sharpens and the trees begin to release their golden leaves, I feel a familiar stirring in my heart and soul.
Early fall has always been more than just a change of weather to me. It is a threshold, a sacred gateway that leads us from the brightness of summer into the deeper mystical wisdom of the dark season.
There’s a particular magic in this in-between time of the year…where light and shadow meet, and the veil between worlds begins to thin.
Fall is not merely an ending; it is an invitation inward. It asks us to reflect, to release, and to realign with the deeper currents that move through all things. Just as the trees surrender their leaves, we too are asked to let go of bad habits, limiting beliefs, or self-imposed burdens that no longer serve our highest path.
Our ancestors knew this well. They did not simply mark their calendars this time of year…to cover the pool or reorganize their closets, like we do. Instead, they were in deep sync with the rhythmic cycles of the year.
In the North, they honored the harvest with gratitude, they stored up sustenance for the long winter months ahead…and they carefully consulted the runes. The runes were for them living messages from the gods that spoke of fate, nature, and the mysteries of life.
As an spiritual advisor who works with the runes, I often remind my clients that these symbols are not relics of the past. They are very much alive, pulsing with energy, ready to guide us if we open ourselves to their voices.