The White Stag of Chillicothe
CHAPTER 136
The White Stag
of Chillicothe
The story for the full moon time:
May 23 – Jun 5
MOON DETAILS
Full Moon
2°55′ Sagittarius
May 23, 2024
9:53 AM EST
REFLECTION DATES
Mar. 18, 2021
Jul. 10 – 23, 2021
Dec. 8 – 27, 2023
11 MINUTE READ
Seven streams of searing hot plasma pummeled the earth, caused it to moan and creak as it fought to hold its protective shield in place.
The soles of my feet were burning. My heart fluttered inside my chest as suddenly, I was standing on the side of a hill. The moon was just a sliver, perched atop a tulip tree, and before me, a herd of brown eyes blinked.
The deer were large and small, mostly antler-free. They seemed to look right at me before walking in my direction and parting around my body — some to my right, some to my left. I turned to see where they were going when out in the distance, I saw three white stags. Their antlers glowed in the moonlight — powerful, majestic. My jaw dropped to take a breath, and then, I was back.
Under the fuzzy blanket, in my bedroom in Ohio. My blackout blinds were half drawn shut. The morning sun shining like normal.
If I had trusted just my eyes, I never would have guessed that the sun was erupting, sending its fiery self towards the earth more forcefully than it had in decades, but while my eyes struggled to see, the rest of my body knew.
My feet were still vibrating, my insides shaking like a maraca.
I think the sun is exploding, I cried to my husband while folding myself in half, trying to soothe the energy speeding through my body.
Sure enough, it was.
Sunspot AR3664 was sixteen times as wide as the earth and spewing high-energy blasts of light, straight towards our planet.
It took hours to reach the magnetosphere and trigger an “active warning” for a geomagnetic storm, but I felt it sixteen hours before when out of nowhere, my cells started shaking like magnets. It felt like they were being pulled by some great force, but rather than escaping my body and flying to meet the sun, they were blocked by the shield of my skin.
I felt them knocking against me. Like inside my body, there lives some great magnetic being, separate from my physical form. It was begging for release as I closed my eyes and dreamt of the earthly deer, walking to meet the majestic stags.
The dream felt like a message, a secret code sent by whatever was vibrating inside me.
And as I wondered what it could mean, I saw the white stag’s face, its antlers glowing bright, and I heard the words: THE LAKE.
I immediately thought of the lake in Virginia where two centuries ago, my ancestors lived. They were the first white settlers on the western side of a mountain that did not belong to them. Eight years after moving there, members of the Shawnee tribe came to their farm, scalped two of their children, and kidnapped a third. The latter of whom was taken to Ohio and burned at the stake.
The settlers retaliated violently, killing a number of the Shawnee in return.
Over a century later, an amusement park was opened on the land where the massacre occurred, but in 1966, after six people died bizarre deaths while visiting the park, the site was abandoned completely. To this day, the land remains abandoned. It’s listed by Travel Channel as one of the “Most Terrifying Places in America” and was ranked by ABC as one of the “10 most haunted places in the world.”
I, myself, have never been, and I knew nothing of this particular family history until one day, I was living in New York and missing my home state of Virginia. I decided to watch a movie filmed in the Virginia mountains, and by the end, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I later learned that the movie was filmed on the very land where my ancestors moved after the massacre.
Ever since, I’ve observed strange incident after strange incident all connected to this particular piece of family history and that tract of land stretching from one side of the mountain to the next.
And now, it seemed to be coming up again. But why a stag? What does that have to do with any of this?
A little research revealed that white stags have held various symbolic meanings over the millennia. I was scrolling through Google results on the subject when a link towards the bottom of the page spontaneously opened. I hadn’t even seen it. My fingers were nowhere near the link to click. Nevertheless, it loaded before my eyes, and I gasped when I saw the headline:
“You wait for years to see a white stag...then three come along at once!”
Three white stags…just like in my dream.
I kept reading.
I learned that white stags are often considered messengers from the beyond and that they’ve appeared in numerous novels, including Harry Potter, The Hobbit, and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. The last book caught my attention because for the last eight months, C.S. Lewis has been circling me.
It all started in September 2023 when I had a dream about…The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. A movie I loved as a child but a book I’ve never read. All of this is to say, my curiosity was piqued. I wanted to know what the white stag meant in that book specifically, and so I learned that in C.S. Lewis’ famous novel, the white stag appears at the very end.
At that point in the story (spoiler alert), four English children have been living in a magical land called Narnia for nearly fifteen years. They first stumbled upon the land through a wardrobe, and now, in Narnia, they have become royalty — kings and queens. But when they encounter a white stag, it sends them back through the wardrobe. They arrive home just as the children they were before their time in Narnia except now, they have the knowledge of another world and a whole new understanding of “home.”
As I read this summary, a tear welled in my eye. For in the dream, I wasn’t standing on just any hill. I was standing on the hill at the top of the road that leads to my house. The road is named Chillicothe, and if I were to take it south, I would eventually find myself in a town called Chillicothe, Ohio, and it was there — in that very town, 241 years ago — where a young Ezekiel Clay was tied to the stake and burned.
I felt the connection between his story and mine, the blood that moved through both our bodies, and I remembered that in July 2021, just three weeks before my husband and I serendipitously found our house, I kept seeing a stag in my mind.
It wasn’t out in the world in physical objects and signs, but it was there, in my mind’s eye, staring at me: the stag.
And I flipped back to the article about the three white stags…like the three children killed in 1783…and I noticed the date of publication: March 18, 2021.
I opened my journal from three years ago and flipped to that date, and lo and behold! At the bottom of my entry for that very day, I wrote: “We decided to move to Ohio today!!”
And despite my many daydreams about moving back east and feeling the cool ocean breeze wrap itself around my shoulders — a shingled cottage in the distance, full of all the books I’ve written and read — I felt clearly in that moment that I am exactly where I’m meant to be. Home.
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Home — on this planet earth, in this dynamic land of seen and unseen.
Here we are a part of everything — the earthly and the majestic, the living and the dead, the rays of light becoming both sweet summer sweat and intense magnetic shakes. We spin in circles out in space, moving with our neighbors — Venus, Mercury, Jupiter, and Mars. And it was Jupiter, who on the day I spotted the three white stags, was positioned at the bottom of the sky, conjunct my Imum Coeli, aligned with a point on a map that marks the beginning of my House of Home.
Jupiter is believed to bring expansion and growth, and that night, I think maybe it was expanding my own understanding of home.
And I can’t help but think of December and how, as the Sagittarius new moon rose, I saw destruction in my mind — the collapse of another world. It was a place I’d visited often, through the wardrobe doors of my mind, and there, I was crowned queen, for everyone was royalty.
I first visited this world in July 2020. Simultaneously, but unbeknownst to me, the water that had once vanished from the lake on my ancestor’s land began miraculously returning, and for the next three years, that royal world held me, like I imagine Narnia held Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, but then, with the Sagittarius new moon, it was gone.
Without any warning, I was sent back through the wardrobe — except for me it looked like a hallway of stars —and now, I’m back home. On Earth. Except it isn’t the earth I knew before. It is so much more.
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In the early morning of Thursday, May 23, the sun and the moon are aligning in perfect opposition, forming a full moon.
And while it’ll be hidden by the morning light and my eyes will struggle to see it, I will know: It is there.
This Sagittarius full moon connects back to that new moon in December. Reflect: turn to your journals, your calendar, your camera roll — whatever record of time and experience you keep — and pay close attention to whatever transpired from December 8 to December 27.
What happens now is connected to what started then — the return home, the beginning of your walk through the tunnel of truth.
And during this time, from the end of May to the beginning of June, Jupiter — that great planet of expansion and growth, revealer of other worlds — will be playing a pivotal role for us all.
On May 25, it is moving into the sign of Gemini. It is beginning to move across the same stretch of sky I wrote about in March 2021 (the same time when I decided to move to Ohio).
Back then, I was receiving all of these messages about solar storms, and I tracked a pattern of major earthly events (solar storms, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions) that coincided with the crossing of planets through a stretch of sky known as The Golden Gate.
The Golden Gate is marked by the Pleiades on one side and the Hyades on the other.
In March 2021, when I first wrote of this pattern and made the decision to move to Ohio, Mars had just finished moving through the gate.
And in July 2021, when I first saw the stag in my mind, the destiny point was entering the gate.
During this full moon time (May 23 – June 5), the sun is crossing the gate completely while Jupiter is entering it. All of this is happening as the sun is reaching its solar maximum (a period of increased solar activity related to the cyclical flipping of the sun’s magnetic field). For some reference, Jupiter has not crossed the gate in twelve years, and the sun has not reached its solar maximum in ten years. These two events happening concurrently is relatively rare, and as the May 10th solar storm already demonstrated: this solar maximum will be more intense than the last.
What will happen as Jupiter crosses The Golden Gate?
It’s coming on June 4, on the same day Venus reaches the end of an eight-year cycle known as the rose of Venus. On this day, Venus reaches full bloom as Jupiter enters the gate, and throughout this full moon time, Jupiter and Venus are moving in synchrony.
They are aligned at the same point in the sky, near the sun, on the full moon itself. Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth, the moon is conjunct the asteroids Pallas Athena (wisdom) and Erato (desire).
Waves are rippling through time and space.
Intense, fiery waves.
Expanding our being.
Filling us with love.
And helping us see…another world.
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To be continued…
LONG STORY SHORT
This full moon time — May 23 to June 5 — is illuminating your wisdom and your desire. It’s filling you with love — love of self — and helping you see just how BIG YOU ARE. For your being stretches beyond this earth. It reaches towards other lands. Sometimes, you want to go there. The desire gets the best of you. Your wisdom is in knowing that that world is not separate from this. Everything you want is already here, and all you have to do is let yourself remember. Note: Turn to the reflection dates above and pay special attention around June 4.
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