Heart Healing at Tacomont In Sky Forest

Written By: Eric Senchuk - For Radiant Rider

 

Sometimes we need to take a journey to heal, and in this journey you can take the trip without even leaving the comfort of your home. So find a comfortable place where you won't be disturbed so you can take this journey into a whimsical land between Heaven and Earth. A place created and placed there by God Himself with intention for those who seek shall find and whom knock the door will open. Enjoy this journey of Healing to remember who we are and protect the living waters that flow from our Heart. This story is ment to be combined with our HeartMend pure soothing oil so you can anoint yourself on the journey. Remember you are safe and this process is here to help move you through those emotional times and back to your own radiant heart. This story is meant to be read slowly and at anytime stop to let the emotions, and tears flow. When you return from the mountain, carry the peace with you. HeartMend is more than a blend, it's a companion on the road back to yourself. Use it as often as needed to reconnect, release, and remember. Go ahead and anoint your wrists, neck, solar plexus and sacral and anytime through out the journey that feels right to you. Welcome to Radiant Rider. Welcome to Tacomont at Sky Forest. 

 

Sky Forest - A Heart Healing Journey

Deep within the realm of Tacomont, where the sky leans low to kiss the canopy and the trees speak in memory, lies SkyForest. It's not found on any map, but in the breath between moments, where stillness hums and longing becomes a path. Sky Forest is where The Holy Spirit and soil touch, where the scent of resin and blossom anchors the heart in the now, even as it reaches for the eternal. Tacomont is the mountain that holds it all, ancient and knowing, a sentinel of stories woven through scent, through ritual, through the daily act of returning to oneself through Christ. 

You wake-up... Laying in a grassy area realizing you must of fallen asleep but don't  remember driving here. You are in the heart of Tacomont, beneath the roots of the oldest cedar, twisted and gnarled from holding thousands of winters where the Ellu dwells. You walk down the trail a little ways and come across a sign that reads "Neither creature nor human, Ellu is woven of memory, moss, and starlight and divinely guided by The Holy Spirit. Their eyes reflect constellations long forgotten, and their voice carries the hue of snowfall and the crackle of old fire. Those who find Ellu rarely speak of it, not out of fear, but reverence, for Ellu does not offer answers. Ellu offers a mirror. In the reflection of your own longing, your own ache, Ellu shows you the thread, the way though. They speak in scent and dream, gifting you back to yourself, piece by piece. It is said that the oil blends crafted near Ellu's cedar hum differently, resonating with the questions you haven't yet learned to ask." 

Looking around you see the trail winds into the Forest and the trek begins up the mountain. Taking a breath and feeling the kiss of sun on your skin and a silky scent in the air you take your first steps towards the unknown. 

As you walk you begin to hear the Holy Spirit saying "The Ellu, it is whispered, is not merely of this realm, but tethered to the divine breath itself. Though nestled in the wild hush of Tacomont they are sent from the Heavens, Not fallen, but placed. Crafted by the Father's own intention, Ellu is filled with the divine of The Holy Spirit, moving like wind through the branches and like light between clouds. Their presence is the thinnest veil between Earth and the Kingdom beyond. When they speak it's not in riddles but in resonance, each word aligning with a truth buried deep in your soul a truth you'd nearly forgotten but that Jesus remembered." 

On the rocky switchbacks going up the mountain each step feels lighter like getting stronger and more resilient as you move. You can feel the presence of something but every time you turn around it's just you on the path. A whisper says "Its okay Keep going".  When you hear that your heart settles and relaxes, taking a breath and looking at the flora on the forest floor you continue up the mountain. 

While you are walking you see an eagle soaring on the thermals above you... Again you hear a voice speaking to you "To stand before Ellu is to be seen not just in your brokenness, but in your original design. Their gift is not prophecy but restoration, the gathering of fragments, the reweaving of spirit with purpose. They remind you that healing is not a return to what was, but a stepping into what always has been, in the heart of God's will for you." Stopping, you pull out your essential oil blend, breathing in its lush scent you can feel a loving essence all around you as you anoint yourself. The deep peace of God falls over you as He restores your soul. Letting out a deep exhale...

Coming into a beautiful meadow area there are butterflies all around floating gently in the air and one lands on you.  When you look down you are surprised when you see a rainbow on the ground as if it's emanating directly from the soil. An odd thing indeed and you examine it closely but are baffled as you've never seen anything like it. Captivated then looking to see a stone pathway meandering through the meadow and a crystal clear spring following the path. All the way on the other side of the meadow you see something sitting on a rock at the edge of the path where it re-enters the forest. Taking your time as you walk to the middle of the meadow there is a beautiful spot to lay down near the flowing water. Anointing your heart center with your essential oil you breath into the peace and calm of the flowing water. 

As your senses come back to awareness you are unsure how much time has passed. Feeling as if you are floating on a cloud your heart is full and feeling the warmth of the meadow holding you like a glove. You stand and continue the journey walking down the stone path and cross a bridge over the water. Then you remember about the being that you saw when you entered the meadow, looking around you spot the being and begin to walk towards it. 

Teachings of the Ellu

As you approach the being sitting under a tree near the entrance to the forest, you think to yourself that this being looks a little bit like Yoda... He communicates with you telepathically at first inviting you to come close and take a seat. "I am Ellu we have no individual names and I'm here to share some of our ways of being with you." I said thank you in my head and was unsure if he heard me. He then started to speak aloud... 

Ellu whispers "Do not rush the rising, your true nature cannot be forced, you must let it rise up within you". His voice carried by the wind on the hush between the pine needles. "For the Lord waters seeds in silence. In grief, He is nearer than breath. In your stillness, He builds the foundation that wind cannot shake." 

Ellu continues "The world will pull, loud and fast, telling you what to be, how to prove your worth. But Heaven does not barter. The Holy Spirit moves only in truth, and truth has no fear of time. You are not behind. You are not lost. You are becoming-exactly as the Father designed." 

"So tend your body as a temple. Tend your soul as soil. Anoint yourself in remembrance of who made you. This is not indulgence. This is obedience to the call of wholeness. What you call healing is the restoration of God's fingerprint upon your life." 

As you sit under the trees with the Ellu you are feeling in total alignment and begin to feel like God is mending your broken heart, and putting together the pieces that you had forgotten you had left behind in your pain. Restoring your radiance and a warm feeling comes over your heart like a divine blessing. 

Ellu's gaze feels like its penetrating directly through you, " Love is not ment to bind, but to bless". Ellu brushes dew from a blooming vine, "What you have given in love is never wasted-not even if the one you gave it to walks away. The Holy Spirit carries that love, sanctifies it, and returns it to your life in new form." 

"Let go, not in bitterness, but in trust. If they were ment to walk your path, they could not leave it. If they've gone, it is because the Father is preparing something more aligned with your becoming. Release with praise, not regret."

"The ache you feel now is sacred. It is the Holy Spirit reshaping you, Making room for a love that mirrors Heaven's patience, and Heaven's truth. Be not afraid of emptiness-it is how He prepares you to be filled." 

Looking up you see the trees swaying in the breeze another hawk on a thermal circling above you. You anoint your forehead with a small dab of your essential oil taking it all in...

"Beloved," Ellu whispers, "may the Holy Spirit rest upon you now. May your heart be cradled in the hands of the Father, who wastes nothing-not your love, not your pain, not your longing. May every tear you've shed become seed for a harvest of joy. May peace-not the worlds peace, but Christ's, settle into your bones like morning light on the hills."

"May you walk forward unburdened, your steps guided by divine rhythm. And may the love you gave be returned to you, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, in the time appointed by the hands of the Most High. 

"In the name of Jesus, who binds the broken and sets the captive free, let it be so."

You close your eyes feeling everything the Ellu has just said, breathing deeply while processing everything. Upon opening your eyes the Ellu has vanished not into thin air but into the bark of the tree. 

You stand up still processing everything that has been said, integrating it into your being to take it with you on your journey. You notice as you move into the forest the air is thick with memory as your feet press into the moss-soft path- bare foot though you do not recall removing your shoes. Overhead, the canopy breathes, casting dapples of light that shift not with the sun, but with something older. A presence. A rhythm outside of time. 

You do not remember arriving, but you've been expected. 

Ellu stands ahead, half-woven into a cedar trunk, cloaked in living bark and lichen, eyes deep as still water. They do not speak, not at first. They only gaze into you, not at you but into-and the ache behind your ribs uncoils like mist lifting at sunrise. 

Then, the voice arrives from the trees, the wind and stream nearby. 

"You have not been lost...Only Layered...Come"

You do, moving smooth and calm through the forest. 

Ellu begins to speak in questions that plant seeds in the soil of your soul. Seeds that only bloom when watered with your tears and tended by the Holy Spirit. Truths that strip away the noise, the shame, the forgetfulness. 

Here in Sky Forest, with Ellu as a witness, you remember your name. Not the one you were given but the one spoken over you in Heaven. And with that name the healing begins. 

A New Beginning 

You awaken with dew on your brow and the scent of fir and myrrh curling through the mist. Your hand is guided toward a small vial nestled against your chest. You open it and the fragrance rises like a prayer. 

Sky Forest anointing, drawn from the breath and sound of creation imbues the vile. You press one drop to your heart, another to your crown, and a final one to the soles of your feet. The oil absorbs immediately like light through stained glass. 

As you step forward the trees lean in. The Holy Spirit moves with you here, not above or beside, but through you. This forest does not test you it remembers you, it is the echo of Eden, filtered through grace. 

The ground hums and the trees hush... You kneel without thought and the anointing becomes a covenant. 

You hear in your mind a voice "You are not what was done to you. You are not the voice of fear. You are mine," says the Father through the Holy Spirit. "Rise now in truth. Walk in Peace. Go in love. 

Sky Forest is not behind you it walks with you NOW."

The terrain suddenly starts to get very steep as you climb up the winding paths of Tocomont. Where the mists of Sky Forest rise like prayers and every stone is etched with memory. As you go higher the air begins to thin, not from lack but from refinement. Each breath becomes a consecration. The trees bow gently as you pass. They've seen you before perhaps in a prayer whispered long ago you forgot you ever spoke it. The scent of blue tansy and spruce thickens and you can tell the train is again changing and is grounding yet otherworldly. A hush settles, not of silence, but of presence.

Near the crest, you come upon a clearing lit by the soft glow of divinity. There stands a living stone, woven with moss, weeping with dew. This is the High Place where Ellu anoints those who carry the ache of the world in their bones and promise of Heaven in their hearts. 

You are called to kneel, not because you must but because the holiness asks nothing but your truth. Ellu appears, veiled in light glowing like a golden halo and carrying oil pressed from the flowers of peace and joy-anoints your forehead. "You are known, you are loved."  the voice hums.

As the anointing seals into your skin like golden light, the ground trembles, not in fear but in reverence. A wind not of this world stirs the canopy above, and suddenly without warning they descend. 

Wings. Vast, iridescent, alive. Each feather marked with countless eyes, seeing not with judgment, but with knowing. These are the Seraphic Watchers, messengers of the Most High. They don't speak. They don't need to. You feel them to the core of your bones. 

Without hesitation, they fold their wings around you, and in an instant you're lifted up through the mists, through the thinning veil, higher than sound travels, higher than grief. The mountain below becomes a cathedral of earth, carved with divine intent. Sky Forest unfolds beneath you like a living tapestry. Rivers shimmer with memory. Trees reach out like prayers. You see what has been, what could be, and what waits in the silence between heartbeats. 

And just as gently, they descend again, spiraling like the feather you once caught in that forgotten moment. They lay you at the foot of Tacomont, not where you began, but where you're now meant to be. 

No words are spoken. You are different now. Anointed. Carried. Seen. 

The Return

And so you return. 

Your feet, now bare upon your own floorboards in your home, your hands brushing the familiar edge of the doorframe. The light here is the same, but something within you has shifted. You breath differently, fuller, deeper, as if the forest air of Sky Forest still lingers in your lungs.

You touch your chest where the anointing oil once rested, and though it's absorbed into your skin, its warmth remains. Was it a dream? A vision? A divine visitation? The world around you hasn't changed but you have. The noise is still there, the rush, the ache-but it no longer rules you.

And in the quiet that follows, you feel it. 

The whisper not from you mind, but from the Holy Spirit, resounding truth in a single breath: "What you saw was real. What you felt is yours. What you carry now is Holy."

You are not asked to abandon your life. You are asked to bring the sacred back with you. To move through this world as one who has stood in the presence of divine love. To live as if heaven is not far, but near-within reach, within you. 

You were not just shown the path. You became it.

Until next time my friends Stay Radiant. - Radiant Rider

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