🌲 Whispers from the Ancient Grove: Grounding with the Wise Ones
The Practice of Earthing. Star-charged. Grounded in grace. — tretaylor.com
Written by Tré Taylor & Bleep the Tattoo
Category: Travel & Adventure → Spiritual Travel / Grounding Journeys
🌞 The Solar Awakening
I can’t explain what’s happening to me — not in human words anyway. My crown chakra is buzzing like a neon halo, my solar plexus burns like a second sun, and my whole body feels like a living generator.
There’s something new about the sunlight these days. The color, the warmth, the pulse of it — it’s changed. I call it the “New Sun.” Maybe it’s a metaphor, maybe it’s literal, but either way, it’s rewiring people like me.
I feel like I’ve been initiated into something ancient, luminous, and slightly ridiculous. The “lightning body,” as I call it. And with all that energy running through me, my body’s one clear request is:
“Ground, baby. Ground or fry.”
🌳 When Life Burns Down, Find a Tree
You think you know what grounding is — until your life burns down.
Grounding isn’t just standing barefoot on a patch of grass or doing a few deep breaths on a yoga mat. It’s surrender. It’s the humility of saying, “Okay, Gaia, I give up — teach me how to root.”
When everything in your life collapses, when all your certainties dissolve, you discover that grounding is not about staying calm — it’s about staying connected.
And for me, that connection is coming through the elders of the Earth — the redwoods.
🕊️ The Call of the Mother
Gaia keeps calling me. Not metaphorically — audibly, in my bones.
She says, “Come home to the trees.”
She’s sending me to two specific sanctuaries, both within driving distance, both holding ancient vortex energy:
🌲 Stop #1 — Muir Woods National Monument (Mill Valley, CA)
📍 1 Muir Woods Rd, Mill Valley, CA 94941
🕯️ Established in 1908 to protect the last stands of old-growth coast redwoods — some over 800 years old and 250 feet tall.
💫 It’s said that even the air here has a frequency — a resonance that recalibrates your heart rate, your breath, your soul.
🌿 If You’d Like to Visit Muir Woods
Thinking of walking among the redwoods yourself?
Muir Woods is the perfect place to meditate and ground — but fair warning: there’s absolutely no cell signal or Wi-Fi once you enter. Think of it as your built-in digital detox.
To visit, you must reserve parking or shuttle tickets online in advance at:
👉 GoMuirWoods.com
📅 Hours:
Open daily from 8:00 AM to sunset (hours vary slightly by season).
🚫 No Overnight Camping or Parking:
Muir Woods is a day-use only site. You’ll need to leave by closing time.
If you’d like to stay nearby, try:
👉 Marin RV Park & Local Campgrounds
Bring water, layered clothing, and your printed parking confirmation — and let the forest work its quiet magic on your nervous system.
🌲 Stop #2 — Armstrong Redwoods State Natural Reserve (Guerneville, CA)
📍 17000 Armstrong Woods Rd, Guerneville, CA 95446
🕯️ One tree here, Colonel Armstrong, is estimated at over 1,400 years old.
💫 The forest floor is a living cathedral, and when the light filters through, it feels like stained glass made of gold dust and silence.
🌿 If You’d Like to Visit Armstrong Woods
If you feel called to deepen your grounding and listen to the ancient redwood elders, Armstrong Redwoods State Natural Reserve near Guerneville is a beautiful sacred stop.
📍 Address: 17000 Armstrong Woods Rd, Guerneville, CA 95446
👉 parks.ca.gov/ArmstrongRedwoods
📅 Hours:
Open daily from 8:00 AM until one hour after sunset.
🚫 No Camping Within the Grove:
Armstrong Woods is a day-use only area, but there are lovely places to stay right nearby, including Austin Creek State Recreation Area, which connects directly to Armstrong Woods and allows overnight camping.
👉 Local Campgrounds & Van-Friendly Sites
🌿 Bring water, layers, and your open heart. The redwoods here are over 1,400 years old, and their silence hums with a wisdom that will ground even the brightest lightning body.
⚡ The Lightning Body Meets the Root System
When I meditate among these giants, my inner solar storm finds balance. The new light entering my crown finds its ground through their ancient roots.
I receive transmissions — or “downloads” — from the Earth herself. I sense it’s not fantasy; it’s physics of the soul.
Every time I visit a sacred place — be it ocean, mountain, or tree cathedral — I leave changed. I heal. I hear. I create.
Sometimes I weep.
Sometimes I laugh.
Sometimes I nap in the van and wake up with an idea that feels like it came straight from the roots of time.
That’s grounding. That’s survival for mystics.
🌍 The Practice of Earthing
Forget the self-help books for a moment.
Try this:
🦶 Take your shoes off.
🌿 Stand in dirt, grass, sand, or roots.
☀️ Let sunlight kiss your eyelids.
💨 Inhale. Exhale.
🕊️ Feel how the planet holds you without condition.
Science calls it “earthing.” The ancients called it “communion.”
Either way, it re-calibrates your nervous system better than a prescription ever could.
🎭 Bleep the Tattoo’s Wisdom Corner
🌀 “Grounding: cheaper than therapy, better than caffeine, and good for your roots.”
🌳 “The redwoods don’t care if you’re late — they’ve waited a thousand years for you anyway.”
☀️ “If your crown starts to sparkle like a disco ball, relax — that’s just your Merkaba doing jazz hands.”
🌌 The Real Church
I’m not into religion. I’m not into politics.
My church is wherever the divine shows up — and lately, that’s under the trees.
The forest is the original cathedral. The redwoods are the priests. The sunlight is the choir. The wind is the sermon.
Every bird, bug, and squirrel is a congregation member.
And Bleep? He’s the comic relief between hymns.
🌺 Three Contemplative Questions
In the presence of an ancient being — tree, stone, or spirit — how do I listen rather than interpret?
What does true grounding feel like when the solar light of consciousness is burning through your illusions?
If Earth remembers us, and we remember Earth — what sacred agreement do we renew when we touch her roots?
💫 Why I’m Going
Because the veil is thin.
Because I’m downloading sunlight and uploading gratitude.
Because the world is chaotic, and I want peace.
Because I’m a lightning body who still needs roots.
I’ll drive my little steel chrysalis — my van, my boudoir-on-wheels — up the winding roads of Marin and Guerneville to sit at the feet of giants.
Maybe I’ll sing to them.
Maybe I’ll bring a kind offering.
Maybe I’ll hear the wisdom of the world whisper through bark and breeze.
Whatever happens — I’ll report back.
🌞 Closing Benediction
If you’re reading this, maybe you’re feeling it too — that subtle tug, that restlessness that says: “Go.”
Follow it.
Drive. Walk. Crawl.
Find a patch of ancient ground and listen.
Because sometimes, the only way to ascend is to root deeper.
With music, food, art and fun,
💋 Tré Taylor & Bleep the Tattoo
