From Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area in Utah – Your Escape to Nature by Traveling Mom

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In the Permanent Record, we find one named Major John Wesley Powell first described this wonder as the Flaming Gorge on the 26th day of May in the year known as 1869.

It is not clear whether the Phoenix Elliot and the Seraphim Angels could have been witnessed by Powell and his expedition that day. Or if the waves of pain and love and faith resulted in the flooding of the initial waters of the Flaming Gorge Reservoir or the freeing of the rivers after the dam’s ultimate destruction. After much internal debate, we have come to the conclusion that the answer is “both/and”.

The Officer Powell may have named this place, but he was not nearly the first to venture here of course. It was really those explorers Lewis & Clark who brought more homo sapiens interested in making their fortunes using the abundant resources of the area. It is hard to believe that abundance at one point was animal furs and trading! Other souls who Creator had also sent to this incredible landscape, only to be gutted and destroyed. Our understanding is that this is for the benefit of homo sapien to learn Its own power and Evolve out of its own natural instincts to homo spiritus and Blessed be that it continue to work as we speak.

One of those traders was known by the name William Ashley. Like many homo sapiens, he was fascinated with adding his mark to the environment so that those who came later would know he was here. It’s as if some do not realize the particular name and shape they have donned for this particular journey through the crystal means nothing once it has been shed. So it is not at all surprising that Mr. Ashley wrote his name on a rock next to beautiful falls in the year 1825, that along with the memories of so many other names and souls has since been buried beneath millions of pounds of reservoir water and then ultimately flooded somewhere downstream.

Much of what existed before the flooding of the valley to create Flaming Gorge is lost to history. The rendezvous storage point once used by many trappers and traders initially at Henry’s Fork became the deepest point of the bay of Flaming Gorge Reservoir – the confluence where Henry’s Fork and the Green River come together.

Both before and after the reservoir’s chapter, these fields flooded much of the summer and were a haven for mosquitos making it more popular in winter with residents and travelers who opted for higher mountain pastures in summer.

We do find it ironic that the round-bottomed Whitehall rowboats that Powell used to survey the rivers and report back on the area’s potential for settlement could no longer be used to navigate the area once those same rivers were dammed for the settlement he proposed.

And while we may laugh in hindsight at the absurdity of it all, we promise you it is the utmost Truth that homo sapiens blocked the mighty rivers and thought of it as one of their crowning achievements for most of the latter part of the twentieth century. Imagine what that stagnation might have caused on the planet’s creatures’ emotions! Let alone their physical bodies.

As rivers were freed in the twenty-first century benefiting more species in more ways than we can count, the flood of emotions that ensued from the waters’ flow have quite overwhelmed our systems. And the more weather events we experience, the more emotional outbursts we are experiencing. We are no longer clear which is the chicken and which is the egg so to speak. Our senses seem to have gotten the best of us at this point as it is quite clear that we do not know what we thought we knew.

Of course if there is no time, then there is no before and there is no after. So how can anything be because of something else? It’s all quite maddening. While the Core of us continue to seek Truth and experience Life in light and joy, it has been exceedingly challenging for us to continue amongst the reverberations of pain and confusion in the collective field. Just as water rushing through this Land has cut the cliffs of the Flaming Gorge in deep, so has fear and hurt cut our humanity in deep. Some of the senior librarians have broken ranks. The pain has become too much to bear and they have requested early retirement. Others are confident that the Creator has lost touch. That they know a better path. So they would like to start their own consulting practices despite our non-compete clause. It is all quite chaotic and this humble servant is unclear how to proceed at this point.

We have no idea how long the Phoenix Elliot and the Seraphim Angels have been spiraling through the sky, ultimately arching into their crescendo over the water. We’re not entirely clear it is not still happening now somewhere in some dimension as we speak. We can only say in our surety of Creator and Created, that it is exactly as long as Elliot needs. No more and no less. And we remind ourselves and you dear Reader that if we want to reach the beginning of this book, that it is critical to remain humble and faithful through the chapter that follows.

In full transparency and out of an abundance of caution, we must inform the Reader of our promotion and new organizational structure as posted below in the signature line. We humbly admit that we have done absolutely nothing to deserve this incredible opportunity. We reaffirm our faith and loyalty in the One and Only Truth of All who are. We give thanks and ask only how we may continue to best be of service in our new role as we continue toward our goal of creating Heaven on Earth. Amen.

Let it be so.

And so it is.

Respectfully submitted,

Ashley Clarke

Librarian, Unified Corps