Spiritual Road Trip: Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp
For years, the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp has been on my list of adventures to enjoy. Several weekends ago, I took a road trip to Orlando to see Shannon–and though we spent four days hanging out at Margaritaville, shopping, buying fairy curtains and goodies for her new apartment, and me assuring her that I had not yet turned her old bedroom into a BDSM dungeon, the highlight was our visit to Cassadaga. After all, it was only 30 minutes from her new home!
We milled around the bookstore/welcome center and found some wonderful incense, plus rose oil for Willow Moonlight’s Initiation. Shannon and I talked for an hour or more over lunch in the hotel, both of us fretting over relationship issues and missing the long walks we used to take together. We roamed the streets that reminded us of small-town Georgia.
But the best part was that we worked with the same shaman in separate sessions. We compared notes afterward, and I had to race to write down everything so I wouldn’t forget. The funny thing was that we both walked in with “important questions” that, once into the session, just weren’t important anymore. Things that just did not matter.
I admit, the shaman made me cry. He echoed back to me all the things I’d been struggling to let go of and all my worries about the future, and helped me get to a place of peacefulness…or at least peacefulness compared with the previous day’s worries.
I’ve heard it said that you should never leave a shaman, intuitive, clairvoyant, etc, feeling like your world just shattered. For most I’ve dealt with, I’ve left the session feeling wonderful. If you are able to reach that connection to your higher self and find the reassurance you need on your path, even Tower Card moments can be looked at as preparation for something better.
Though this shaman told me many things I already knew and more that have come to pass in the past two weeks, probably the best thing he did for me was to reiterate something I already knew I needed to do, no matter how hard. Forty-eight hours later, it was his advice that replayed in my memory. Without those words, I’m not sure I would have persisted, trusted, believed, forgiven, found a serene place to be happy again.
As with many of my adventures, a single visit is not necessarily enough. I want to go back to this place again sometime, perhaps stay overnight, and continue my spiritual journey through such deep introspection.