A Journey Through Open Roads, Sacred Forests and Soul-Family Gatherings
Greetings, beautiful Golden Femi ☀️
This journey was a long time in the making.
After approximately fifteen years without travelling very far, I finally received my passport and felt the doors of the world beginning to open to me again. My beautiful sister Honey Bunny and her husband, my brother John, invited me to join them in Colorado—and something inside me immediately knew that it was time.
It was time to leave my familiar sanctuary.
It was time to breathe unfamiliar air, walk upon different land, hug the people I love and answer the call of adventure once again.
Arriving in Colorado
I left Montreal early in the morning and flew into Denver, where Honey and John welcomed me with open arms. From the airport, we still had more than three hours of driving ahead of us, climbing higher and higher into the Colorado mountains.
By the time we reached their little mountain community, I had been awake since approximately three o’clock in the morning. Between the travel, the lack of sleep, the altitude and the excitement, I already felt slightly out of body.
And then came the love.
People I had never physically met recognized me and welcomed me with hugs, laughter, gifts and even a massage. It wasn’t overwhelming in an uncomfortable way—it was overwhelmingly beautiful. I felt received. I felt appreciated. I felt as though my soul had arrived somewhere before my physical body had caught up.
After such a long journey, there I was, high in the mountains, surrounded by people who somehow already felt familiar.
It was the perfect beginning.
The Open Road
The following morning, the three of us packed ourselves into the vehicle and set off toward Northern California, determined to have an adventure.
And an adventure we certainly had.
We crossed Colorado and continued through Utah, which felt like one very long, isolated stretch of another planet. There were moments when the landscape looked more like the Moon or Mars than Earth. You would certainly not want to become stranded out there in the middle of the night!
Yet within that silence and desolation, there was extraordinary beauty.
As I looked through my mind’s eye, the mountains began revealing shapes and stories. I could see sleeping dragons, ancient titans and traces of civilizations that appeared to have melted back into the landscape. I saw what looked like foundations, bricks, windows, doorways, arches, stadiums and old arrival centres peeking through formations that others might simply call rocks.
I am not presenting this as an archaeological conclusion. This was the intuitive imagery awakening inside me as I looked upon the land.
It made me wonder how easily we stop noticing the magic surrounding us. When we are born somewhere or see the same landscape every day, it becomes ordinary. Sometimes it takes a visitor—a fresh pair of eyes—to look again and say, “Do you see what I see?”
The land appeared to be remembering itself.
Perhaps I was remembering something too.
The Longest Drive—and the Wrong Day
That first day on the road lasted well into the night. I believe we drove for fourteen or fifteen hours before our bodies finally said, “Enough!”
We found a hotel, slept for a few precious hours and then continued for several more hours the following day until we finally reached Northern California.
We were exhausted, excited and completely caught inside the whirlwind of travelling. Honey had reserved a beautiful Airbnb overlooking the ocean, and all we could think about was finally putting down our luggage and resting.
We arrived at the house and began entering the door code.
Nothing happened.
We tried again.
Still nothing.
Then I looked through the window and saw a man walking around inside.
I said, “Honey, there is a man in the window!”
For a moment, it looked like the beginning of a horror movie—almost as though he might open the door and say, “Come inside, my pretties!”
Honey began walking back toward the vehicle when the door suddenly opened and there stood the man—in his underwear.
We all started laughing.
“Are you here for the house?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Well, I’m here until tomorrow morning.”
That was when we discovered that we had arrived one day earlier than our reservation.
But nothing was going to rain on our parade. Honey immediately put on her Inspector Gadget helmet and found us another beautiful place only a few minutes away. We laughed about it, found somewhere comfortable to sleep, and the adventure continued.
The California “Fruit Police”
Another running joke during our travels was what I lovingly called the California “fruit police.”
Each time we crossed into California, we encountered an agricultural inspection station asking whether we were carrying fruit, vegetables or plants. I understand that these stations exist to help protect California’s environment and agriculture from invasive insects, weeds and diseases.
But in my road-weary mind, I kept imagining someone smuggling a forbidden apple across the border.
I also wondered: What happens when a bird eats fruit in another state, flies into California and poops out the seeds? Is anyone questioning the bird?
Apparently, birds do not have to stop for inspection.
Lucky little bastards.
Entering the Trees of Mystery
After a glorious night of sleep and a good breakfast, we still had several hours before we could check into our original oceanside Airbnb. We decided to visit the Trees of Mystery in Klamath, California.
The moment we entered the forest, everything changed.
The noise of the road disappeared. The air felt different. The energy around us became ancient, quiet and aware.
Honey and I began placing our hands upon the redwoods. We offered them our energy, and in return, we felt their energy moving back through us. We allowed certain trees to call us forward, and with each connection came the same recognition:
I see you. I honour you. I remember you.
These were not simply objects standing beside a trail. They were elders—living beings that had witnessed generations rise and fall. Some coast redwoods can live for hundreds or even thousands of years. Imagine the memories held within their roots, trunks and energetic fields.
Honey and I both felt that they knew we were coming.
From Montreal, I had already sensed their call. Standing there with my hands against them, I felt an excitement moving through the forest:
They are here. They are finally here.
I became aware of elemental energies surrounding us—fairies, sprites and gnomes. I searched intuitively for Sasquatch, but I did not feel them nearby. Their energy seemed to be much farther away, beyond the busy trails and deeper into the wilderness.
The redwoods shared something beautiful but also slightly sad.
Day after day, visitors walk past them. Children run between them. Adults stop, look, take photographs and continue onward. Thousands of people may admire their size, yet relatively few stop to connect through the heart, the solar plexus or telepathy.
To the elders, the endless stream of visitors felt almost like lines of ants—constantly moving, constantly looking, but seldom truly seeing.
This was not a criticism of the visitors. It was an invitation from the trees:
Slow down. Place your hands upon us. Recognize that we are alive. Speak to us. Listen.
The trees did not ask to be worshipped. They simply wished to be acknowledged.
An Oceanside Sanctuary
After our day among the redwoods, we finally checked into our oceanside Airbnb.
It was glorious.
From the balcony, we could see seals resting upon a little island. Pelicans and seagulls began fishing early in the morning. The tides rolled in and crashed against the shore, and the moon illuminated the water at night.
We could breathe.
We could laugh.
We could simply be.
We spent several days exploring, resting and returning to the forest. We visited another redwood area that was not a tourist attraction, and there I filmed a tarot reading while connecting with the Ent beings—the ancient tree people.
The message was powerful, gentle and deeply loving. The redwoods reminded us that strength does not always need to announce itself. A tree does not chase after recognition. It remains rooted, reaches toward the light and offers shelter simply by being what it is.
Those days also confirmed something important about Honey, John and me.
You can love someone through a screen. You can enjoy their company through telephone calls and Zoom meetings. But travelling together reveals a relationship in a completely different way.
Long hours, exhaustion, wrong reservations, changing plans and endless roads will quickly reveal how people truly connect.
And our connection was strong.
The three of us moved through every challenge with patience, humour, cooperation and love. The road did not weaken our bond—it deepened it.
Into the Sierra Forests
When our time in Northern California came to an end, we returned to the road and travelled for many more hours into the Sierra forests to meet our beloved Nanette and Clay from Squatch People.
We already knew one another through YouTube, our Golden Family and online gatherings. But nothing replaces the moment when someone you love becomes physically huggable.
We embraced. We laughed. We shared stories. We sat outside on the porch deep in the forest, surrounded by the night.
And here, the Sasquatch energy was very present.
Nanette and Clay had arrived the evening before us and held a family Zoom gathering. They told us that sounds had been heard during the call and that green eyes appeared through the camera lens.
Naturally, Uncle Freaky was extremely excited.
That evening, we called out to the Sasquatch. I could feel their awareness upon us. There appeared to be several nearby, watching, listening and deciding what to make of this rather unusual group of humans.
And then Richard began making Chewbacca noises.
Sasquatch are often described as communicating with throat sounds, knocks, whistles and vocalizations. Meanwhile, I was growling into the forest like Chewbacca after three espressos.
I could feel amusement, particularly among the younger ones.
We heard movement through the leaves and rumbling from the surrounding forest. Rocks shifted. Branches moved. The energy continued drawing closer.
Honey brought out her crystal harp and began creating music. The forest immediately seemed curious.
What is this?
Then I took the crystal harp and played for fifteen or twenty minutes, combining its tones with my finest Chewbacca serenade.
More and more Sasquatch energy seemed to gather. I felt them arriving from far and wide—some through what I perceived as portals. Nanette, Honey and I all received a similar impression:
People are usually curious about them, frightened of them or trying to obtain something from them.
But this time, someone had come to give them a concert.
They loved it.
A Shoulder Behind the Tree
At one point, I saw an enormous silhouette near a tree.
What appeared to be a massive shoulder—perhaps fourteen feet high—moved behind the trunk. It did not look like a stationary branch or a tree bending in the wind. From my perspective, I had witnessed the outline of an enormous being withdrawing behind the tree.
I did not see the green eyes that others had described, but perhaps that was for the best.
You all know Uncle Freaky.
Had I seen my Sassy standing there, I might have run up the hill trying to French-kiss it.
And honestly, from a Sasquatch’s perspective, I might resemble a newborn chicken without feathers.
“What is this strange, ugly little monster running toward me for a kiss?”
Even sacred encounters require laughter.
The energy that evening was not threatening. It felt loving, curious and filled with kinship. We were not there to chase, capture or demand proof. We were there to share music, humour, respect and presence.
And the forest responded.
As if that were not enough, a magnificent mountain lion also crossed our path. You know my connection with cats, felines and my Lyran family. Watching that powerful being move through the land felt like another blessing from Gaia.
What the Journey Taught Me
The following day, we said goodbye and began the long two-day drive back toward Colorado.
As I write this, I am spending my final evening high in the Colorado mountains with Honey Bunny and John. Tomorrow, I return to Montreal.
Throughout this holiday, I filmed several videos because I wanted to bring my beautiful Golden Femi along with me. I wanted you to feel the redwoods, hear the ocean, sense the Sasquatch and experience some of the laughter and wonder we shared.
But the greatest gift of this journey was not one destination or encounter.
It was a spiritual reboot.
There is a time to remain grounded within our homes. There is a time to build a sanctuary, care for our loved ones, tend to our responsibilities and protect our energy.
But there also comes a time to open the door.
For many of us, the pandemic began a long period of isolation. Perhaps that separation served a purpose for a time. Perhaps we needed protection, rest and inner work.
But I feel that chapter changing.
As I always say:
It is a new day. It is a new dawn.
Gaia is turning a new leaf as we step into the Golden Era. We are being called to reconnect—not merely through screens, messages and distant energetic bonds, but through human presence.
Our soul family is becoming huggable.
Touchable.
Shareable.
We are being invited to travel, gather, laugh louder, sit together beneath the moon, walk among ancient trees and create memories in the flesh.
This journey reminded me that even when we deeply love our sanctuary, our souls still require fresh air. Sometimes we need a new wind moving not only through our lungs, but through our hearts.
We need to see unfamiliar horizons.
We need to meet the beings who have been calling us.
We need to remember that adventure itself can be a spiritual practice.
So if you have been hiding, hunkering down or waiting for permission to begin living again, perhaps this is your sign.
Take the trip.
Visit the friend.
Hug your soul family.
Walk into the forest.
Place your hands upon an elder tree and listen.
The world is still filled with mystery, beauty and living magic.
And perhaps it has been waiting for you too.
Below, I am sharing photographs from this beautiful adventure. I hope they bring you some of the joy, laughter and wonder that filled my heart along the way.
I am your Uncle Richard, and I love you with all of my heart.
Aho, and so it is. ❤️
