Eliza: On Earthquakes, Inner and Outer

Lake Ida

Eliza: On Earthquakes, Inner and Outer

I woke up this morning feeling a tightness in the “gut” or region of the solar plexus, beneath the diaphragm. Yes, I’ve had some extra tension at work as a result of taking on a supervisory position, but I knew that this wasn’t a personal feeling. Something was going on in the world. A short survey of some news sources was all it took; there had been a large earthquake in the Los Angeles area.

Having lived in earthquake-prone areas nearly all my life, I’m not frightened by the prospect of experiencing one. I was born and lived most of my childhood within miles of the San Andreas Fault. Yet when I lived there, we had no earthquakes. Likewise, my family lived in Anchorage, Alaska, in the late 1950’s. Again, we experienced a few very mild earthquakes, nothing to be frightened about.

Of course, Anchorage suffered a huge earthquake in 1963, not long after we left the area. The earthquake impacted coastlines well to the south of Alaska, including sending tsunami waters onto the shore at Crescent City, California, thousands of miles away.

Then, the Bay Area suffered through a series of quakes after I left that area. The only large earthquake that I have personally experienced was the Nisqually Quake in 2001, which damaged parts of Olympia, the capital city of Washington State. I felt the earthquake when I was in the midst of studying. There was a series of shaking jerks and then the sensation of rolling waves moving through the earth beneath the floor of my apartment. There was no visible damage where I lived; just a couple of pieces fell to the carpeted floor unbroken. However, in Olympia, a major arterial was blocked when the bridge and causeway were heavily damaged. In Seattle, the facades of older brick buildings broke off and smashed onto the sidewalk below. That part of town was built over dirt fill and is susceptible to earth movement.

Where I live now, Walla Walla, located in Eastern Washington, is reputed to lie over another fault line that runs from Rattlesnake Mountain, parallel to the Yakima River. I have not seen any maps that refer to it, but have been told that from time to time, the area has received some small quakes.

It is certainly good to be cognizant of the physical risk-factors present in your environment. The recent occurrence of a huge landslide in the small fishing village of Oso, Washington, is a case in fact. Geologists have long known the existence of the active slide area, yet houses were built within the slide zone. Some of the newer homeowners were probably enticed to the area, which is beautiful, quiet and rural, surrounded on both sides by steep ridges and forested slopes. The North Fork Stillaguamish River runs through the valley, oft swollen with snow-melt or rain waters as the area receiving a great deal of rain as compared to Seattle. I have hiked in the mountains on both sides of the valley. The presence of the Cascades acts a rain-catcher, with the lush valleys receiving in upwards to 90 inches of precipitation annually and perhaps more depending on the year. We do not get the same amount of rainfall here, in Eastern Washington, and the land lies over deep layers of volcanic strata, solid rock.

Landslides are a given in an area once covered by huge continental glaciers as was the Puget Sound Region. There are large areas covered by unconsolidated glacial till, made up of clay, silt, sand, gravel and sometimes, very large boulders, called erratics. It doesn’t take much imagination to realize the potential impact of large quantities of rain falling on such a landscape. It is a wonder that more destructive landslides don’t occur. They are common enough in a smaller scale, blocking roads or railroads, plunging into houses situated at the base of steep hillsides. Clear-cut timber extraction doesn’t help the situation, either, such as occurred in the 1960’s through 1990’s in these regions, until the loggers ran out of prime logs and the timber companies began to sell their property to developers.

I grew up with an engineer father who always pointed out things in the environment to his children, such as the height of a railway bed in comparison with the land around it. He interpreted the sight as meaning the potential of flooding in the area. We drove often across the causeway that crossed the designated floodplain near Sacramento. However, I understand that some of those lands were eventually built on during the real estate boom. My own grandmother’s house was often subjected to local floods, which caused mold to grow in the basement. The main story was built above the level of potential floods by the sturdy descendants of Portuguese fishermen who settled in the area of the East Bay.

We also experienced a small landslide in our own backyard as I was growing up. Fortunately, the house was not affected, only a retaining wall at the base of the hill. My father had it replaced with concrete block retainer. Still, three or more houses just down the block were knocked completely off their foundations by another part of the slide. The apparent cause was poor drainage and engineering done prior to the houses being built. While California is often sunny, people forget that when it rains there, it can be quite torrential. The development planning did not take into consideration how a large amount of water coming down in a short amount of time would affect the hydraulics and stability of the slope. It was quite a mess but fortunately, no one was hurt by the slide, although there was considerable property damage.

Sharing these memories and experiences has assisted in moving some of the nervous energies out of my body. I know that I have always been interested in geography and geology; in another life, I might well have been a cartographer. I used to drag out topographic maps and study them even as a child. When I took up hiking and backpacking as a young adult, I would often have arguments or lively discussions with veteran outdoors people (mostly males) as I had an intuitive understanding of how to relate a flat two-dimensional map to the actual environment. Most times I was right. The only time that I got “lost” in the woods, a temporary condition, it was due to some confusion over vague trails located in the Chiwaukum Mountains, a beautiful sub-range of the Cascades. We had an adventure and lived to tell the tale.

Not sure why I am sharing this, only that I deeply love and relate to our planet, beloved Gaia. I love her mountains, streams, forests, meadows, grasslands, and skies. I feel her distress when people abuse her environment and long to see the time when the air, water, and land is free from pollution and poisons. I feel the distress and fear of her people, especially those who have lost their ties with the earth, who do not understand the cycles of life but attempt to impose controls over the land and the creatures who live upon it.

I find delight in finding wildflowers growing on the side of a rugged, stony ridge or sheltered beneath a towering tree. Nature is my guide, my solace and, in part, what keeps me here, assisting those who do not understand what is going on, as we move into the finer vibratory levels of the Fifth Dimension.

I guess I am in a rather pensive mood this morning. It has been a somewhat stressful week at work for me. Yet, at the same time, I have moved through a doorway into new experiences. I passed through some self-imposed barriers that have long prevented me from expressing just how I felt about things. I had no trouble at all speaking quite bluntly and honestly of my feelings and experiences to the manager of the department. He was surprised and pleased with my boldness; we are developing a mutual respect for each other which will assist me as I take up duties as a supervisor.

I realize that I have much to learn with dealing with people, but I am aware and eager to learn. Just how I manage to survive the experience is still up in the air, but survive I will, especially now that I have some useful tools to help me move out lower energies.

Challenge is the name of the game when it comes to being an initiate on the Path of Return. If you are not willing to step up and face the challenges, you will simply stagnate. There is no point in moaning or groaning or feeling sorry about your predicament. And thus speaks the former warrior!

Powerful energies have been moving through me, as my higher essences move in and integrate into my being. Occasionally it feels like I am riding a wild bronco and at other moments, the energies calm and settle down like the deep waters of a swiftly moving stream. The movement is apparent; I feel it at all times. Now, I just need to assist my human consciousness to open to the possibility of changes, huge changes coming into my life. Step by step, breath by breath… and spending lots of time writing, creating, walking in nature, gardening and alone.

I am also so thankful for the growing number of people who have sought me out through Facebook, email and writing comments on Blue Dragon. I have felt a strong connection with many of these people. We are truly weaving together a network of light through our connection on the Internet. I am truly grateful that one such friend encouraged me to begin a blog and to share my insights and experiences with others.

As we live out our lives here, we are an example to each other, whether it is as what not to do or what to exemplify. I hope that I am doing the latter. I have no children to inherit my goods, but I do have young people with whom I can share the wisdom gathered from many timelines, who will do much greater works than I in their stead. And thus do go the cycles of life for all of us.

May many blessings attend your path and angels give you peace and understanding, even in your darkest moments of self-doubt. Reach out and share yourself courageously with others as they will surely see themselves reflected in your words.

I AM Eliza, your sister in light and love.

All Rights Reserved, Eliza Ayres, and http://www.bluedragonjournal.com

Photo – (www.nwhikers.net) Lake Ida, a lake I once stumbled upon when “lost” in the mountains…

24 thoughts on “Eliza: On Earthquakes, Inner and Outer

  1. eliza, you surely DO feel like my soul sister. I was born in Anchorage, then moved to Maine, and now live an hour south of Olympia, WA. in the foothills…I wish I had met you when you lived closer by—i love gentle hikes and river explorations–buddy-system activities, and here i am with no ‘buddy’…yet. I, too, delight in a wildflower—so many things you write resonate so deeply within me. I have no children either…and actually no family. And I, too, am readying for Big Changes in my life, breath by breath. Often, days like yesterday where i find myself awash in tears as plentiful as the rains here, and feeling so alone turn into mornings like this one, where the tears are put away for awhile, and a bit of strength and a tad of energy fill me (though, i might add, without much direction as yet!)…and your posts comfort me, stretch me, as though you were sitting by my side. Thank you…just thank you…i have so wanted and needed a soul sister. and here you are…here we are.

    • Thank you, Su. I was actually quite upset when my family moved from Alaska. I loved the untrammeled wildness of the place, where you could find your backyard the territory of a moose. Our family spent many a weekend out on drives and picnics exploring the limited highway system (the Alaskan Highway was still being constructed). And on the dark nights of winter, we built snow forts and dragged around our sleds. It was a child’s paradise.

      You must live near Centralia? I occasionally drive through there on the way to training sessions in Tumwater. I prefer driving White Pass rather than I-90. The Mountain is an old playground of mine; spent many days hiking in that beautiful place.

      Nice to make your acquaintance. Eliza

    • My name is Sherri Dunn, I only live one hour north on Olympia and truly have no friends where I live either, Thank goodness for facebook and sisters via the phone as I am an only child. Be happy to connect with you via face book ,My log in name there is Sherri Lynn Dunn. Soul sisters are awesome ❤

  2. Thank you for sharing as I live on the Olympic Peninsula right off Hwy 101 on the edge of the Olympic National Forest, in Washington state., it is truly breathtaking we are up on a ridge, as a matter of fact our well had to go down through 540 feet then hit a wonderful fisher that brought us water to the top of our well. Some of the sweetest tasting water on this earth I would imagine. I have experienced one earthquake here very early in the am sitting quietly by myself, it was scary to say the least, our home was constructed by my husband and is a two story log home with a basement below, the requirements from the bldg dept for tie downs to protect us were very extensive, but I am grateful. Again thank you and I just found your page and will keep enjoying your writings. Blessed day and weekend to you.

    • Beautiful area. I used to go hiking and backpacking in the Olympics when I lived on the West Side. It is a magnificent mountain range with an amazing amount of microclimates, from temperate rainforest to alpine environs. You are fortunate to be located there. I also have family connections with the area. My mother was born near the Elwha River. Grandfather worked for the power company that constructed the old dams — which I am happy to see are now coming down. Once I hiked up to Low Divide, above the headwaters of the Elwha, a wonderful journey. I’m glad you enjoy my writings; happy to share. Eliza

  3. Reblogged this on Forever Unlimited and commented:
    How I miss the stunning wilderness areas of the West coast, and the ability to travel around and explore (I’ve been without a car for years here in the Northeast). I have felt many earthquakes, having lived in the SF Bay area for 27 years, including the great 7.1 Loma Prieta quake. I have also felt a 5,0 once out in nature, sitting above Muir Valley, while out on a hike. It barely phased me, despite the Sonic Boom traveling along the San Andreas. Even Gaia needs to release stress in these changing times, and the more we do so for ourselves, the more we can assist her in our co-creative Ascension process.

    • Hi Phoenix, I think I would be like a fish out of the water in the NE unless I could live in a rural area with plenty of trees and water. Nice to hear from you!

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  4. Hi Eliza,

    I especially love your ruminations, and hearing about your nature treks! They really resonate with me, since I spent 27 years on the West coast, mostly in Marin and the SF Bay area. Likewise, I too, tend to butt heads with males at times, due to my outspoken nature and my reliance on my undervalued (by others) intuition, which means I was thus unable to “prove” my point. But I seldom got lost during my many solo treks, either. Thank you for sharing, this one’s a gem which brought back some of my own fond memories of hiking and solo camping trips on my motorcycle! (reblogged, too!)


  5. Oh, Eliza, I live just 4 miles off of Route 12 (White Pass) in Salkum!!…Please, the next time you’re driving by…let’s meet! I have a sweet cabin and 1/2 acre perennial garden that would love to meet you, too. (In fact, my first day in this cabin was the day of the Nisqually Quake!)
    My homesteading family moved from Alaska when i was just two, but i have ‘home movies’ of all you described….and actually witnessed similar growing up in Maine, with moose and bear…wild things. Similar to where i live now. I find, lately, I’ve lost some of my ‘awe’, replaced with lonesomeness, in these last few years, a Yearning, and your posts often comfort ‘that place’ and stretch me to know i am more.
    Thank you and please come visit on your next trip!! Hugs.

    • I vaguely remember Salkum, but will check the map. I certainly would be honored to meet you on my way to Tumwater, to visit your home and garden. Thank you for the kind invite. Email me on bluedragonjournal@gmail.com to share more particulars, if you wish. Eliza

  6. Hi Eliza,
    I have been meaning to ask how you are with all the natural earth movements in your region, if you were Ok.. Happy to hear that you are well and that only if you move away from a faulted area dose it release. You are “lucky” that way it would seem.
    Love the refection picture you posted.
    I believe that we are never alone, even if we don’t see physically, anyone in close proximity!!!
    And thanks be…for the internet.


  7. Eliza, as I read your post, I am there, seeing what you are seeing, knowing what you are knowing, thinking what you are thinking. I have never been to San Francisco, yet I know what you describe, because I am very familiar with construction, engineering, and the land. I grew up in the family construction business. My father was an Irish/Scottish immigrant; my mother was a Mohawk. In the past few years I am coming to understand my genetic and spiritual heritage. I was a United Church minister for thirty years before retirement, but I have grown more spiritually in the last two years than I had in the previous thirty. I am now having short, personal discussions with God/Source. Had throat surgery three days ago and feeling surprisingly weak this morning.
    Your post is for souls like me who are waiting for the familiarity of experiences like yours. Gaia is our home. And as I type this it is making me cry with love and longing for the pristine beauty and wonder of this planet/world we live on. When you say that we are in the first levels of Fifth dimension, I understand. I feel like an observer of a 3D world I am no longer a part of, or at least, no longer emotionally connected to.
    Thank you, Eliza. You are a special friend. We will chat/meet again soon.
    Namaste, in Love and Light.

  8. Hi Eliza,
    I like reading your comments on Mother Earth and her activities, and today about the Ring of Fire. I resonate with the geology as i do your photographs and your other wisdom. Good luck in your new job. I admire you for stepping up to it. How far till you have to travel?
    Spring has finally come to Vermont – on April Fools’ Day the Canadian Geese returned to the river out back, even tho snow is still on the ground. The ice had only just gone out on the river!
    With much love,

    • In regards to “traveling” it will be just to headquarters for training. My real travel is when I go hiking and camping. That’s usually in the Blues, Wallowas or Strawberry Mountains in NE Oregon. I enjoy exploring. And I might visit some friends at Mt. Shasta this summer.

      Thanks for the comments, Akankha

      • Thanks for your answer, Eliza! You do more exploring than in your local mountains! And those of us with whom you share your explorations are the beneficiaries!
        With deep gratitude,

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