7,000+ Miles – the Mobile Vision Quest Continues to Utah

To Follow the Wind

Have you ever trusted your inner compass to lead you into the unknown, and suddenly you arrive and it all makes sense, even though you had no clue how it would turn out?

After so many years of trying to plan, to make goals, to get mentoring and counseling, and to simply follow logical reasoning, I'm finally – just beginning – to follow the Wind… to TRUST in God's unseen hand to guide me. And I'm also learning to trust myself, to depend on the inner fountain of intuition – my heart.

Compelled from the deep place within me to drive and drive and drive, not fleeing or escaping, but facing, encountering, experiencing, daring, stretching, growing, reaching, dreaming, testing my new foundation of Truth… I've found my way Home is not to a physical location, but to a place of truly loving my own soul's story. Being comfortable in my own skin.

I'm taking responsibility for my story, knowing that I've been co-creating this life story all along. Even now, this mobile vision quest, is one way of closing a chapter and beginning to write the next section of my story.

I've traveled over 7,000 miles in the past two months in my little Jeep Renegade. I never would have imagined Southern Utah would gloriously appear on the horizon.. The Grand Canyon, Zion National Park, Bryce Canyon, Cedar City, Sedona … Wow, here I am! Safe and sound, although there have been a few challenges to overcome.

Ghostly voices from the past still try to haunt me as I tackle new territory. "You could never drive to ___ without me," said my abuser, the one who constantly put me down, perhaps thinking I would never leave him if I felt as insecure as he did. I wonder if those nagging fears fom the scarred place in my mind conjured a potential challenge to my safety, which happened a few days ago.

I drove into a rest area at 6:30 am. A man had been waiting, hidden in a far stall in the women's restroom. Once I was settled in the front stall his face appeared in the crack between the door and the frame. Soon afterward his head and shoulders were coming under the bottom of the stall, at which time I screamed, louder than I ever imagined could come out of me.

He backed off and fled, for which I'm very glad. I called the police and they examined surveillance tape. It was easy to identify the man, and that is how it was determined he had entered the women's restroom 20-minutes before I arrived. He was waiting for someone.

It shook me up a bit but didn't stop me from getting to Utah, my destination for that day. Now that I look back on it, I believe my soul wanted to heal that part of me that was stuck behind a lie implanted by a former partner, the lie that said I could never travel anywhere without him. 

The lies embedded in our minds derail our destiny. They keep us stuck, but love and truth fill in the gaps and the road to our destiny is made more stable and smooth as we allow our souls to take us into these uncomfortable encounters so we can experience healing.

Sometimes you just have to get away, not to escape, but to have face-to-face encounters with the lies that keep you bound to old stories and patterns. I've been writing my way to freedom for many years, and this soul quest has been the most helpful, I think. It's helped to speed up the process.

I'm learning to trust God in the waiting, to follow the Wind of the Spirit. One day our healing and restoration ranch will be ready for you to come and experience your own soul quest, in a peaceul and quiet place in the mountains… near rivers, lakes, waterfalls, and with kind and gentle people who can hold space for you to heal!

We're all just lost sheep helping each other to find our way Home, you know…. and that's the reason I write

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With love,

White Dove

White Dove

Hi, I’m White Dove. Yes, it’s my pen name, and it was given to me by a blind man who shyly whispered it to me in a Divine encounter. Yes, it’s my real picture… just an ordinary selfie.

I live with my family in the mountains, surrounded by ancient forests, pure streams, and mighty rivers… but I also travel quite a bit.

My kingdom career is a Heart Scribe. I love to write from God’s heart and have been recording His living Word for the past three decades. It’s brought me so much beauty, joy, peace, and happiness!

I love to inspire trauma survivors to write their life stories, unearthing the treasures of their past and sowing them into the future. We dip our pens in blood and write the pain away… as God has shown me how to do, in the company of supportive friends and family. We are writing ourselves into a better world, beginning with discovering our own original design recorded in the DNA of our soul, and it’s the most exciting place to be!

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