Sojourn Of My Soul

"Sojourn Of My Soul" is a book about real life and about the response of an ordinary 56 year old woman who finally said, "Yes" to an extraordinary command voice of Spirit/God/Goddess that said, "Go to the desert canyonlands of Utah and spend 40-Days and 40-Nights there totally alone—Finally, on the night of March 30, 1992—21 years ago, as I write this now on March 30, 2013, I wrote the word "Surrender!" at the top of a beautiful greeting card picture of a polar bear in my Personal Journal. Then I wrote the following: "SPIRIT, I SURRENDER ALL of me to you—my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual selves—I know You will always lead me in the paths of righteousness and sacredness. I TRUST YOU SPIRIT/GOD/GODDESS." And so, she did it spending from August 1, 1992 through September 24, 1992 in Utah. The actual 40-Days and 40-Nights spanned from 12:01 a.m. August 13 through 12:01 a.m. September 22. On September 22, she rode out of the desert on a horse. It was an adventure, a journey, a sojourn and an epiphany of the Soul. That woman was me, Krystalargo de Lindachrist. Everything in the book is TRUE!At dawn on the morning of September 22 I held a ceremony on the slick rock mountain above my tent. Copied here is an excerpt from that ceremony. "As I completed the Smoking of the Pipe, I simply sat holding the connected Sacred Pipe with the Bowl in my Left Hand and the Stem in my Right Hand, in Complete Silence as the Tears of Joy streamed down my face. The World around me was silent also. I raised my eyes just as the Golden Face of Grandfather Sun showed at the Rim of the East Horizon. My Closing the Ceremony words were 'I now pronounce this Ceremony done and yet it is truly only the Beginning.' At that instant, the whole canyon above which I sat, and truly all the air in that place was filled with a chorus of voices singing to the World in Joy!! The Voices of the Song were not in English, but it sounded like some Native American tongue. I could also hear, intermixed with the human voices singing, the sound of Coyotes howling their own music. The Music lasted three or four minutes continuous and echoed and re-echoed. The volume of it was akin to the time when I was in Salt Lake City and heard the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing! At the last of it, this desert song, I drummed and shook the plant rattle with it; then it, the shamanic song, ceased, and I sat there wondering if that had really happened. It was such an incredibly ethereal, heavenly and yet earthly sound. It could have been Coyotes, it could have been Indian Spirits—or must have been both, but whatever it was, it was so Perfectly Timed! And it was so beautiful that I treasure it as one of the most precious of my Desert 40-Days Experience! This was actually on the 42nd day if I count the day I hiked in and the 22nd of September—the day for hiking/riding out!Before I put away the Pipe, I stood and walked around the Medicine Wheel slowly Blessing again the Four Directions & Above, Below and Within. This took about a minute, and when I came again to the place where I had sat, I saw in wonder the silver thread of a Spider stretched across that place. I stood transfixed, and in wonder of how that could have gotten across my “seat” in the minute I was walking the circle. But there it was, out in the complete open, no trees or bushes there on that huge, smooth rock surface to attach to—about 4-6 inches above the rock, and I knew in that moment I had been specially Blessed by RC of the Spider Clan and by Grandmother Spider herself.I sat down again with the tears streaming down my face, and slowly and reverently disengaged my Pipe Stem from the Pipe Bowl and tenderly, with Thanksgiving, I wrapped the Bowl, after placing the plugs of Sage into its holes, in its Elk leather and tied it. Next the Stem, wrapped and tied in Elk leather, and then I slipped them back into their Elk Leather carrying case. And I felt Good and it was done in a Good Way,And it was, indeed, Good! Read more