🔥 The Fire Goddess Pilgrimage — From Van Life to Van Light

The Call

It started as a whisper under my wheels— a hum through the van floor, a vibration beneath my bones.

Volcanoes.
They’ve been calling me.

Not metaphorically—literally. In dreams, in sudden knowing, in the heat that runs through my veins when I’m sitting at the edge of the Pacific in Pacifica, feeling the rumble of magma beneath the sea.

I am a Fire Goddess, reborn from ash.
The Queen of Wands with the heart of the Queen of Cups—emotion and flame braided together.
Born Sagittarius, yet in Vedic and stellar maps I am Scorpio, but I truly am Ophiuchus—the missing serpent sign, the thirteenth star that was erased but not extinguished.

I am the Serpent Woman, the Healer, the Phoenix that keeps coming back.
And lately, Gaia has been dialing my number again.

The Awakening

In 2019, I moved into my van thinking I was running away from pain.
Instead, I drove straight into my initiation.

Seven years on the road became seven years of alchemy.
Each mile burned away something I didn’t need.
Every breakdown became a baptism.

I lost half my body weight, most of my fear, and every illusion of who I thought I was.
What replaced it is something stronger, calmer, and infinitely older.

If I could translate it into language, I’d say my “spiritual Wi-Fi” came back online.
My signal had been weak for decades—no current, no data, just static.
But now the connection is strong. Gaia speaks clearly. And she’s giving me coordinates.

The Confession

Here’s the part that makes my friends laugh and cry all at once: I’m not just a woman living in a van—

I am part archangel in human form. A light being in a heavy world.
Divinely protected, stubbornly alive, and absolutely incapable of hiding my shine.

I was born a mystic with a clown brain—it’s my superpower.
When the world got too serious, I made jokes. When the pain got too deep, I sang jazz.
And somewhere between the absurd and the sacred, I found balance.

My tattoo puppet, Bleep, lives on my hand and has the mouth of a sailor and the heart of a philosopher.
He’s my swearing Yoda, my trickster guardian, the one who blurts the truth when I’m too polite to say it myself.

I’ve learned to stop apologizing for my shine. I’m not here to dim down.
I’m here to bring light—raw, ridiculous, radiant light.

You see, I’ve always been different.
Neurodiverse. Dyslexic. Empathic. Clairvoyant since birth.
I process the world sideways and diagonally, through sound, image, rhythm, and feeling.
Psychological astrology became my user manual for this avatar in the metaverse.
Carl Jung became my unofficial therapist.
And shadow work—deep, honest, messy shadow work—became my path home.

I am the Maiden who never birthed children but mothered many hearts.
I am the Wise Woman—the Crone— The keeper of Lightening, thresholds and laughter.
And I am guided by archangels who have dragged me through boot camp after boot camp of the soul.

It hasn’t been easy. I’ve been bullied, betrayed, burned, and broken.
But every scar became scripture.
Every tear rewrote my contract with the Divine.

Now I stand in my truth:
I am a Fire Goddess with soot on my boots, laughter in my lungs, and purpose in my pulse.

The Route of Fire

This isn’t just travel. It’s a sacred circuit of renewal.

1. Harbin Hot Springs & Middletown, CA

Where the Mayacamas Mountains still steam with volcanic breath. The water here knows my name. It wraps around me like a memory. This is the portal where I begin.’

“Fire Goddess Pilgrimage – First Stop: Harbin Hot Springs”
Here’s a little video of the deer and nature spirits sharing breakfast. Visit me at www.tretaylor.com.

LOCATION & CONTACT
Harbin Hot Springs Retreat Center
18424 Harbin Springs Rd.
Middletown, CA 95461
Phone: (707) 987-2477
Website: harbin.org
Directions/Map: From the Bay Area, take CA-29 north to Lake County, then turn onto Harbin Springs Rd and follow signs to the retreat center.

🔥 Fire Goddess Pilgrimage: Stop One — Harbin Hot Springs

Up in the misty hills of Lake County, I sat beneath the oaks of Harbin Hot Springs, watching deer wander close enough to share breakfast. There’s something about this place — the volcanic pulse beneath your feet, the soft whisper of steam rising through the morning air — that reminds you the Earth is alive and listening.

This was the first stop of my Fire Goddess Pilgrimage — a calling to travel the volcanic hot springs of the West Coast, from San Francisco to Vancouver, in search of healing, transformation, and communion with nature.

Harbin has always felt like a sanctuary between worlds — where the sacred meets the sensual, and the soul remembers its warmth.

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📍 Location: Harbin Hot Springs, Middletown, California
🌿 Website: harbin.org
☎️ (707) 987-2477

2. Mount Konocti / Clear Lake

Ancient, sleeping, but not dead. I’ll climb her spine, meditate at the summit, and listen for the serpent’s hiss beneath the soil.

3. Lassen Volcanic National Park

Mud pots and sulfur—the scent of creation before form. Here I’ll face the raw pulse of Earth herself and offer laughter to balance the gravity.

4. Mount Shasta

The crown chakra of California. A pilgrimage within a pilgrimage. I’ll camp beneath her snow veil and write whatever downloads come through the midnight silence.

5. Oregon’s Sacred Springs

From Umpqua to Belknap to Cougar, the waters will cleanse the fire residue. Each pool another baptism, another rebirth.

6. Crater Lake & Newberry Caldera

The memory of eruption and the peace that follows it. Blue stillness after chaos.

7. Mount St. Helens, Washington

To witness destruction that became renewal. A mirror of my own story.

8. Sol Duc Hot Springs & Olympic Rainforest

Steam, moss, and ocean rain—the element of surrender. The end of one journey, the beginning of another.

9. Vancouver, BC & Beyond

The Fire Goddess meets the Sea Queen. The cycle completes itself.

The Purpose

This is more than van life—it’s van light. A moving temple of rebirth.

I’m documenting the rise of the Divine Feminine through the crust of modern life.
She’s wild, compassionate, and unstoppable.
She is Gaia, and she is remembering herself through us.

Neurodiversity taught me that my brain wasn’t broken—it was brilliantly wired for wonder.
The Earth taught me that pain isn’t punishment—it’s initiation.
And laughter taught me that enlightenment should come with a punchline.

We are all walking stories of fire and water.
The trick is learning how to boil without burning.

The Invitation

Maybe you’re hearing it too—the low thrum under your own life.
Maybe your body aches for volcanic water, mountain air, or the hum of the planet herself.

If so, you’re not crazy. You’re tuning in.

Follow along on my blog and channel. Bring your own van, your own prayers, your own laughter.
Let’s make this pilgrimage together—Fire, Earth, Water, Air—
To remember what we already are: infinite, elemental, alive.

With love, music, food, art, and fun—

Tré Taylor
The Mystic Woman with a Clown Brain