A Mystic Soul Voyage of Collecting Vibes: Iceland’s Ring Road
The Call of the North
Iceland began calling to my soul months before I was to step foot on her sacred land. It was no accident that I received an invitation to visit — and at a fare I simply couldn’t resist. The pull was magnetic. My curiosity was aroused. My interest piqued. My wardrobe… woefully lacking. So I set out to prepare for what would become a soul voyage through dimensions. A mission planned long before I incarnated — a vibrational pilgrimage, or as I playfully call it, “collecting vibes.”
The Ring Road as a Portal
Something felt transformative from the very first night in the camper. We went to sleep surrounded by green fields and dark mountains, and woke to find the land blanketed in snow. The fields were swallowed in white; the mountains draped in crystalline silence. It felt like an auric clearing — a purification. A cleansing before moving deeper into the voyage.
Because of the snow — and heavier storms forecasted along our planned counter-clockwise route — we listened to the whispers of the land and its elemental folk and rerouted. We began our journey up the West Coast, starting in what some mystics call the “Crown Chakra of the Earth”: the Snaefellsnes Peninsula.
Along the Ring Road, there was a soft, mutual silence between my travel partner — my son — and me. There were times for talking, but mostly, listening. Listening to the land sing her song, hum her rhythm, and beat her drum. The quiet was necessary so we could hear her call.
And call she did.
Magic was everywhere. Sudden, unexpected stops called to us. Each one had something waiting — waterfalls, lava fields, glaciers, the midnight sun, playful seals, and mountains that reflected our own inner strength and resilience. We were instruments being tuned by the land’s tools. In return, we offered our love, our gratitude, and a promise to always remember.
Soul Codes in the Landscape
Thingvellir, Snaefellsbaer, and Olafsvik held imprints of purification, cleansing, and purging. From the snowfall to Alvarito’s great purge in Olafsvik, we were being prepared for the next passage.
Akureyri was where I began receiving the message of stepping onto my “joy timeline.” The town felt like it had popped out of a movie — clean lines, brilliant colors, kind townsfolk, and even a year-round Christmas shop. That day, as sun codes streamed toward us, it felt like an upgrade on all levels.
Godafoss Waterfall reminded me to release what no longer serves, clearing resistance to what I’m now calling in.
At a campground near Husavik, latitude 66.12, we found magic in connection with locals, a joyful soccer match, and a breathtaking midnight sunset. We set our intention to meet the whales in the Arctic waters the next day, then tucked ourselves into the camper with full hearts.
In Husavik, our intentions were heard. The whales welcomed us with an extraordinary display — splashing, leaping, dancing. Time stood still. I was a little girl again, thrilled beyond measure, no longer needing to control my joy. That moment healed the part of me that once worried how the world would see my wonder.
In Fljótsdalshérað, the flowing waters called us. We responded with bare feet and open hands. The message was clear: Trust your intuition. Let the energies move through you. Alvarito’s energy had been stagnant, but after placing his hands in the stream, something shifted. He lit up and began collecting rocks that mirrored parts of ourselves we were just beginning to remember.
Djúpivogur brought us across steep mountain passes with thin roads and no guardrails. It demanded silence and reverence. The day before, I had texted a friend: “For me, there is no greater freedom than a brave journey through the unknown.” These words, I later realized, had foretold this part of our path.
Hofn and Vestrahorn were potent, palpable. The air was thick with magic — like smelling a scent so strong you can taste it. There, time stopped entirely. We galloped like wild Icelandic horses across black sand beaches, explored a Viking movie set, and perched atop a cliff to share a silent, telepathic moment with a seal.
It was there that I realized I had already stepped into my “joy timeline.” All the elements were present to witness that moment. This was the climax.
Glaciers in Hofn, a picnic in Kirkjubæjarklaustur, and waterfall-filled drives gifted us a raw beauty I will never forget.
In Vik, we found warmth and soulful welcome — like being embraced by an old friend. Skool Beans Café and the Lava Show were highlights. After the intensity of the prior days, Vik offered us the perfect place to slow down and integrate.
Traveling with My Son: A Shared Awakening
My son and I returned home changed. We are not the same beings who started the journey. What we learned is this: the same magic that moves you to tears in the presence of wild beauty… lives within us, too. Within you.
Integration: Bringing the Vibes Home
Now we begin the blend — carrying the Icelandic vibes back to our home on the farm. We plant these frequencies into the sacred land and infuse them into the Sanctuary we’re creating: a place of healing, art, remembrance, and resonance.
Closing
Trust the nudges, even when they don’t make sense right away. I once channeled a message that said, “It’s always right. We just don’t know why, yet.”
So I’ll leave you with this question:
Where are you being called to collect soul fragments you didn’t know you’d left behind?