Messages from Pets in Spirit – Pippin’s Story

20170924_112724Previously I’ve blogged about how my 2 cats, Karma and Bodhi, (who I miss every single day 4 and 5 years later) have found ways to get through to me…going so far as to DEMATERIALIZE cat treats (not kidding) on their altar.  I’ve heard lots of other stories from strangers and friends about how their pets have found ways to break through the veil and let them know they are also spiritual beings and that they will be waiting for us on the Other Side when it’s our time to cross over.  One such event happened to me today as a message for a friend who lost his beloved 7 year old dog named Pippin unexpectedly.

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Before going to my astrology group, I decided to venture off in Santa Fe and walk around the wonderful art filled Canyon Road area.  I didn’t have lots of extra time, so I kind of did a fast tour around.  (By the way…there are fabulous artists in Santa Fe and it’s the 3rd largest art market in the USA.)  Just as I was running out of time and needed to head back to my car, I glanced over to see the above sign for Pippin Contemporary Gallery.  I got an instant spirit smack and knew that it was a message from Pippin for his human daddy.  I emailed the picture and my feeling about it to my friend, and he said that he’s felt Pippin around him in spirit today…and that this “coincidence” confirmed that fact.

CoincidenceI was reading a book by a famous psychic years ago where she said that anything we notice during the day is a message.  No 2 people notice the exact same things.  When something “randomly” catches your eye, pay attention to it.  It’s God’s way of getting messages through to us.  It’s also our loved ones in spirit’s way of getting messages through to us…both human and animal.

On a personal note, I am much more connected to animals than humans.  It’ll be 5 years tomorrow that I lost Bodhi.  The grief I felt losing him…and then Karma less than a year later…is still with me.  Animals love unconditionally.  Animals ARE love incarnate.  I hope that Pippin comes to my friend in dreams as my cats have, and allows him to hold his fur child again.

I’ve done a couple of readings lately that have gone super well, and it never ceases to amaze me what our unseen loved ones will bring through to prove that they are who they say they are.  Sometimes it’s specific health stuff (like in a recent case where the woman in spirit passed from lung cancer and I could hear her smoker’s raspy laugh) or something serious.  But other times it’s funny things like the “hot fudge cake” I got years ago from a spirit.  Come to find out, that was the person’s very favorite dessert and even on the Other Side…the soul was thinking of food!  🙂

Before I sign off, I do want to link another artist’s website whose work I discovered today and loooove.  I adore horses, so you’ll see why I love her work:  Siri Hollander

Stay open for signs from your pets in spirit.  They, just like human loved ones, often find ways to let us know that they are still around and that they do love us.  May Pippin be running free on the Other Side and may my friend find a little bit of peace from what happened today.

Blessings,

Atheria

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Relay Channeling Today: Love is a Noun

As the river of time does not flow in one direction only, but in all directions simultaneously, so too does the energy that is love.  For love cannot be constrained by limits the human mind puts on it.  Love is energy.  Love is a vibration, as are all things.  It’s not simply an emotion.  There are beings who do not experience emotional love, yet live love.  They are love.  We understand that this difference may be confusing for some to understand.  Logic won’t be useful in this case either.  How is that for a test?  We are asking you to look beyond both your emotional side and your logical side.  But, it is possible to do.  It is a knowing that resides within your soul.  This is not connected to your brain.  And it’s not colored by feelings in your heart.  It is as pure as anything can possibly be that is from the Light.

Someone once said that love is a verb, as in “to love someone”.  We would argue that love is a noun, to put it in English language terms.  It’s a living, breathing being.  As all things are connected through the vibration that is Light, and breathes in unison, love glows with spirit and is a part of the Light that links everyone and everything.  When our channel had her spontaneous rebirthing experience years ago at Ojo Caliente, she got a glimpse of what we speak of.  For a few seconds she saw that all was alive and connected.  She could see walls, chairs, people, air…yes…she could see the air…were all breathing Light in unison and were connected as One.  We needed to trigger that event in her life to open her up to what is possible when you release all preconceived ideas about what is real and what isn’t.  Reality is only reality until you experience different for yourself.  Skeptics only believe in what they can see and touch.  But, take a skeptic and put him or her into a bent universe where dimensions can be traveled in a fraction of a second, and he or she will never be the same.  The skeptic’s reality has just been blown when a different reality is experienced.  You don’t know what you don’t know until you know it.

When we say “know it”…once again, this is not purely in the brain.  The logical mind is not the best resource to rely on.  You will notice a difference when the cells of your entire being KNOW truth.  It’s almost as if your entire I.Q. has moved out of your head and into your various bodies (physical, astral, etheric, etc.).  There is a clarity and matter-of-fact feeling that will alert you that what you are experiencing is pure potentiality.  There is a limitlessness in pure potentiality.

Do not limit who and what you are.  YOU are limitless potentiality.

In your service,
The Great White Brotherhood

(For those who don’t know, The Great White Brotherhood is a collective of Masters and advanced spiritual teachers.  I feel bad that I always get a twinge of “Oh jeez, I hope people don’t think this is some white supremacy thing.”  It’s not related to race AT ALL.  These are a group of high level beings that come from the Light, so that’s all their name refers to.  Interestingly, they signed off with “In your service”.  That just goes to show that they do not see us as lesser beings.  By the way, you can tell that the relay channeling above is really not from me because I am nowhere near as loving as they are.  I’m working on that fact, but have a long way to go! ~ Atheria

On another note, I have been counting down the days until I can leave New Mexico for the 3rd and final time on November 14th — yeah…riiiiight — “You know, if you leave you’ll come right back.  There are 2 types of people in New Mexico:  those born and raised here with lots of family and those called here…and you were called.” [said to me before I left in April 2016 by a Ph.D. know-it-all friend that annoys me but I adore her and, damn it, she was right] and just today, a possible job showed up in my beloved Taos.  I swear to God, this state…and especially Taos…is freaking aggressive!  I met one native New Mexican in 2004 who had left and returned to New Mexico 11 times!  Recalling our rental car desk conversation, I now feel better about my life.  HA HA!  Anyway, back in 2006 when I lived here the first time, a Santa Fe acquaintance brought me here for dinner one evening.  Now, it was nice back then, but WOW has it grown and gotten even better!  For anyone who thinks New Mexico is just blah desert…ummmm…WRONG!)

Yoga Rebellion & Morning Pages at Night

20170918_202034Hello.  My name is Atheria and I’m an Out-of-Body-Aholic.  If you lived in constant head and neck pain since Oct. 1, 1995 you wouldn’t want to be in your body either.  (To fellow chronic pain sufferer, Lady GaGa…I feel you and can relate.  Also, get your diet as alkaline as possible as that has been proven to help fibromyalgia.)  Granted, I can’t 100% blame my popping out of body on physical pain, but it does contribute.  I tend to be very ungrounded because of my mediumship and channeling gifts and have a hard time REALLY being in my body.  After meditating years ago in Los Angeles, I went to go walk a few blocks to Trader Joe’s and twice during the 1/2 mile walk I suddenly realized that I was over 6′ tall.  Keep in mind that I’m actually 5’1 3/4″ tall.  But, my vantage point when I looked down at my feet was clearly higher up than it should have been.  I had to will myself back down into my body.  It got to be kind of funny, actually.  I popped out, and tugged myself back in while reprimanding myself.  🙂

Being ungrounded brings me back to part of yesterday’s verbose post…yoga.  I know, I know.  I whined and complained about being tired of HAVING to do yoga and HAVING to do anything.  I had a temper tantrum.  As much as I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE dancing like a Whirling Dervish on amphetamines (not that I know what speed is like), and I will continue to dance more often, dancing isn’t really grounding for me.  If anything, it makes me lose touch with my body even more.  The music takes me over and I lose myself.  Now, that is beneficial at certain times, but since I have ungrounded tendencies, I really do need to do something physical that brings me fully into my body.  Re-enter the stage…yoga.

After skipping just one day’s yoga routine, when I went through my bone and muscle building series of poses tonight, it was oddly harder.  My body was noticeably sore/painful and stiffer than normal.  It was rather annoying, but also caused me to really pay attention to what my body was telling me.  I didn’t have Rhianna belting out songs about whips and chains exciting her to distract me from myself.  I am sticking with yoga, as my constricted with chronic pain body needs it.  That being said, I am not going to freak out that the world will come to an end if I have to skip a day due to some event I need to attend or something.  Gotta loosen up a bit on the obsessive/compulsive thing.

As another follow-up to last evening’s post, my fellow vegan friend (and FABULOUS baker), Alaine, suggested that…regarding me not knowing EXACTLY what to write and being aggravated that my unseen friends don’t get more specific…I simply set aside some time every day (just like I do for my yoga) to write whatever just pops into my head, a.k.a. comes to me to write.  That is reminiscent of Julia Cameron’s “morning pages” from the famous book, “The Artist’s Way”.  It would be better to do this first thing upon awaking as Julia suggests, but I just don’t have time for that on workdays.  I’m always rushed.  I’ll call Alaine’s suggestion “whenever pages”.  Ha!  And don’t worry, when I start doing this tomorrow, it won’t be blogged every single day.  I’ll give you guys and gals a break from my posting.  Alaine may be correct that by at least setting the intention to write something…anything…it will get my creative juices flowing again.  It’s certainly worth a try.  Of course, I would appreciate my unseen friends helping out with this…hint.

I’m still very torn about whether to try to leave New Mexico when able to after November 14th or not.  Everywhere I’m interested in moving either has cruddy weather, high crime, crap jobs, or unbelievably high cost of living with horrid traffic.  I will start looking for new opportunities next month, but emails like this from a Santa Fe Meetup friend tug at me.  I really am finding a lovely tribe of people here in Northern New Mexico.  I wish something felt totally right and that things would align.  (Names deleted to protect the innocent.  LOL)

Hello Atheria,

Honestly I think there is something to respect and honor in your willingness to go into creepy places to work and assure your security.  I like to think that you are having a real influence in lightening things up there and bringing in a higher vibe.  I know you just have to make sure it doesn’t get under your skin!  Hopefully you have lots of protection from many wise and even holy ones.

I also sense a growing itch in you to get out of here!  Whatever unfolds I personally (and kinda selfishly) hope you will be here for awhile because you are a delightful addition to Sunday!  We all get such a kick out of you, enjoy you and benefit from your considerable gifts.

Have a decent workweek!  You are a bringer of joy and play and laughter so I sure hope they appreciate you there!

Abrazos,

Anonymous

She touches on something in this wonderfully kind letter that I have realized but don’t know how to fix.  With only one exception (Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy!), all of my jobs have had a lot of darkness that I was sent to shift.  I’ve had so many people comment on the fact that I changed the energy of a workplace and filled it with light that I cannot deny it.  That’s great and all that, but it’s horribly draining and not good for me.  I don’t want to do that anymore.  It’s exhausting.  I just want to be in a light-filled place where I can have fun!  I will say that even in the dark places, I create fun when and where I can.  I happen to work with great people right now, so they make everything better…but…the basic environment is just not where this creative free spirit should be.  But, I’ve got to pay the rent.

Before signing off, I have to link this UFO abduction story that took place at the Hotel del Coronado in San Diego years ago.  I had never heard of this amazing mass abduction until today!  It seems very impressive in detail.

In Light,

Atheria

FREEDOM

I’m going to warn you that this post will be all over the place.  Get some popcorn and something to drink and settle in.

In the words of the late, great, George Michael…FREEDOM!  (God I miss him.)

Many years ago in Los Angeles, a fabulous medium named Rodolfo Silva told me the first time he met me that (1) not only did I need to change my name because my birth name was so wrong for me that it was literally causing me harm — I thought he was bonkers at the time but then Atheria showed up in 1998 — and (2) that I was liked a caged animal screaming to be set free…and if I didn’t let the REAL me out, I would die a bitter old woman.  (He was blunt.  He also told me I’d go through life alone, which so far has been proven to be true.)  For over 2 decades now, I’ve wondered, “What needs to be let out?!”  I’m not totally sure, but I am feeling more and more that my quitting job after job and moving around the USA has more to do with needing freedom than being fed up with nothing to do, lack of opportunities, and no one to date (NM) or very high rent, smog, and horrid traffic (CA).  I need to be freaking FREE more than I need a new zip code.

I am vegan by choice (animals are my best friends and I don’t eat my friends) but not gluten free by choice (damn Irish ancestry and Celiac Disease in my bloodline).  Being vegan is restrictive enough (not that I’m saying being vegan sucks…because it doesn’t) and yet, I have limited my vegan freedom by self-imposing variations of veganism such as macrobiotics (not a fully vegan diet but can be done veganly), raw foodism (diametrically opposed to macrobiotics), high carb/low fat, low carb/high fat/Eco Atkins, etc.  Maybe it’s an age thing, but I just cannot last long on an overly restrictive diet anymore.  It makes me obsess about what I “can’t” have and then I freak out and eat 10 lbs. of whatever it is I “shouldn’t” eat after a few weeks.  I’ve got to learn moderation!  I’m a double Libra (sun and rising) for crying out loud!  I think I crossed that bridge tonight though.

In April 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset osteoporosis, probably due to not only the fact that I’m a very small boned (miniscule bones…I could not believe my pelvis could hold me up when I saw my DEXA scan) white woman with bone density issues in my family tree…but because I also have had eating disorders for much of my life and have done some pretty horrid things to myself.  (Thankfully, the really horrid stuff was loooong ago…but the damage was done.)  Anyway, I was determined to prove to my MD that yoga could rebuild bone density, if done in a specific weight bearing way, and one year later when I was re-scanned, sure enough, I had gained back some of my lost bone density.  Because of that, addictive (and scared) personality type that I am, I have obsessively done this almost hour long yoga routine every single night since then.  I have probably only missed a handful of days in 3.5 years.  On my way back to Albuquerque from Cancun in 2015 I did yoga in the middle of the airport while people stepped over me.  I’m not kidding.  It has become stressful to me and I’ve turned down social opportunities (that I should go to) because I had do to yoga.  I have managed to turn something healthy and good for you into an unhealthy obsession that I now often dread and which creates stress.

Maybe it’s because I’m approaching 51 and just don’t want to HAVE to do anything anymore, or maybe it’s just burnout…but not only did I plop a huge spoon of fatty sunflower seed butter on my dinner (I’m “supposed” to be eating low fat) tonight, but I said, “The heck with yoga…I’m doing something I have ALWAYS loved instead…dancing!”  I remember reading a book by Marilu Henner years ago where she said that when she needed to lose weight as a young actor she started dancing every night for 25-30 minutes.  I have always LOVED to dance!  It’s the ONLY form of exercise that I actually enjoy and I only want to do things I enjoy from now on!  Life is too damn short!  I have lost a lot of friends in their 40s and 50s the past few years.

I started streaming Pandora through my Roku TV and guess what the very first song was…(I’m going to start applying for jobs back in Hollywood later next month)…FAME by my beloved (God I miss him so much) David Bowie!  That was followed up by Rhianna singing S&M (Don’t listen if you’re a prude), Usher singing something (Who cares?  This is cutie Usher we’re talking about), Flo Rida, and then some other chick I’ve never heard of but whose dance song I liked.  I danced like a freaking crazy woman for exactly 32 minutes and it was AWESOME!  Now, this was not mild dancing we’re talking about here.  I used my entire body and threw in some push-ups and yoga poses for good measure.  Animals do NOT work out.  Animals do not go to gyms.  They USE their bodies during the day and that’s what I’m going to try to start doing.  At work I’ll talk to my boss while doing a handstand.  (He’s used to me being odd.)  I think it’s much better to break exercise up and sneak it in throughout the day.  And that way, you feel freer!  Cats stretch and do yoga randomly throughout the day.  Horses suddenly gallop.  We can be animals!  Once again, the animal kingdom is way ahead of us stupid humans.

So, I’ve mentioned freeing yourself from dietary (think moderation in a vegan context) and fitness/workout rules.  That’s only part of the whole freedom thing.  I am fully prepared and willing to live in my Honda Fit if I need to do that.  My only complication, because I’ve thought about this, is my 2 fur kids.  The cats would not love living in a car.  Granted, I could get one of these cool pet backpacks…or a pet stroller…but I do think that they’d mutiny pretty quickly.  Oh the responsibilities of being a fur kid parent!

All I know is that I need FREEDOM and I will not be truly happy until I totally free myself from all societal limitations and rules.  Our souls are meant to be free!  We are not born to simply pay bills and die.  There is more importance to our lives than that.  And, speaking of which, this happened today:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BZKPLwAH2N7/

So yes, I am indeed supposed to be writing.  I do wish my unseen friends would help a bit more though and tell me which of my ideas to focus on, and if it’s the film…help me with a major plot issue I’ve been blocked regarding for close to 25 years!  My soul is intrinsically a writer, even when pursuing acting years ago.  I once wrote this monologue for an acting class because I couldn’t find a monologue to perform that I really resonated with.  When I performed the emotional piece, I got lovely compliments on my acting…but the compliments on the writing actually meant more to me.  One fellow actor asked if she could perform my work.  That was a huge honor and I’ll never forget it.

Since I said this post would be all over the place, it was really cool to find out today that astrologically, it’s right in my natal chart that I’m a psychic medium/trance channel and connected to the Other Side.  I have Pluto and Uranus in the 12th house (for example…there are other indicators also).  I am finding astrology more and more fascinating.  I even have something in my chart (which I’m now blanking on) that indicates eating disorders.  I have to say, though, that most of my natal chart sucks.  I wish I could be reborn.  I’ve told my guides I’m not ever coming back…that I’m over this incarnation crap.  Granted, once I’m pure spirit…not in constant pain and all full of joy and such, I’ll probably be the overachiever that I am and agree to come back for the gazillionth time.  I still think I was stoned when I agreed to this incarnation with all of its many struggles.

Well, I’ve blabbered on long enough.  I need to attempt to sleep (insomnia has been back lately).  I guess my main point to this post is that you should free yourself from any self imposed or society imposed restrictions.  At this awful temp job many years ago, I had it pop into my head one day that the fear of my life staying the same was worse than my fear of leaping and taking a risk.  I quit the cruddy temp job and pursued acting full-time for a while.  It didn’t make me a movie star, but I didn’t end up living on the streets either…and now I help keep the USA safe from disaster.  In between that temp job and now I also worked at Sony Pictures Entertainment where I loved my job.  Quitting that to move to Oregon in 2008 was a stupid thing to do!  Oh well.  Everything happens for a reason and all that!  I do fully believe that we are lead to some end goal.  Right now mine is vague, but I’m trusting in the plan.

Stay tuned,

Atheria

 

Lessons Learned from a Power Outage and Death as a Teacher

Granted, what happened last night was nothing compared to what people in Houston, Texas and all of Florida are dealing with right now from the hurricanes, but the many hours with no electricity and no cell service (for the most part…cell towers would work for 10 seconds and then be down for 20 minutes) was a wake up call.  Over a large area that included Nambe and Pojoaque (possibly a bigger area than that) there was a power outage just before 7:30 p.m. when it was starting to get dark.  Power wasn’t restored until just after 11:00 p.m. where I live.  It really made all of us realize just how dependent on modern conveniences we are.  I almost forgot how to light a candle.  Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but the fact I could only find ONE candle was annoying.  I could have sworn I had a bunch.  Note to self:  Get more candles.

Being yoga addicted as I am, I attempted to do my nightly hour long yoga practice in the dark…with that one pitiful candle, that didn’t emit much light, as my luminescence.  It was a learning experience.  Did you know that when you can’t see your body or see where you are in position to stationary objects, it’s REALLY disorienting?  It was an odd experience.  I had zero balance and kept falling over.  It was almost like being out of body or something where the me that I know as Atheria was without this clothing I know as my physical body.  I couldn’t tell where the physical me was.

After completing a very awkward yoga session having fallen 20 times, I threw on a robe and went outside to see what was going on.  And, WOW.  Stars…billions of stars.  It literally made me gasp.  With all ambient light gone, you could see everything.  I just stared at the sky with fellow neighbors in awe.  It was at that moment that I realized there really was a major lesson from last night’s situation.  Stop and look up.  Stop and look period.  Most people go through the day in such a rush and so distracted, we don’t SEE.  I said to myself, “Pay attention to this and everything from now on.”

Another lesson from last night had to do with this question:  Why is it we only meet neighbors during a crisis?

When I lived in Los Angeles during the big 1994 earthquake and the 1992 riots, I met neighbors for the first time I’d lived next to for YEARS.  Why do we all stay locked up in our apartments or houses and never come out to meet each other?  That’s sad…and very common.  It’s more common in major cities like Los Angeles, but it does happen in smaller New Mexico cities and towns too.  When I owned a house for years in Northwest Albuquerque, although I met a few neighbors, most I never got to know.  Most you never even saw.  They were silent and invisible.  In retrospect, it was odd.  Maybe the one good thing from hurricanes Harvey and Irma is that those impacted met their neighbors and they all helped each other.  Strangers helped other strangers expecting nothing in return.  It should be like that all the time.

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On a practical note, a really good tip I learned from some TV news report about Harvey and Irma is that you should always keep a laptop fully charged.  In an emergency, it can serve as a cell phone charger.  My scientist friend is currently in Florida working with FEMA to help people, and she emailed me saying that what they’ve found to be the most beneficial for cut off from power people are those crank powered radios that have built in USB ports.  Also, my friend who just got back from Switzerland said that this cell phone charger made by Anker is freaking awesome and you get about 8 full cell charges from one fully charged Anker.  I had never heard of them, and had to Google them.  This looks like the model she has:  https://www.anker.com/products/variant/Astro-E1-6700mAh-Portable-Charger/A1211013

On a funny note, I got all excited last night when I had enough pre-ground coffee sitting in my grinder’s collection cup to make coffee this morning.  I made a mental note to always grind some extra in case of emergencies.  But then reality hit and I remembered that I wouldn’t be able to make coffee anyway without electricity!  All I can say is THANK GOD THE POWER CAME BACK BEFORE MORNING.  Note to self:  Get a propane fueled little one burner stove and a camping coffee maker.

This whole outage last night has made me more curious to learn survival techniques.  That is not a bad thing for everyone to learn.  And, also, don’t take things for granted.  Be prepared for emergencies.  In my case, not being able to make coffee does qualify for an emergency.  LOL!  But, seriously, do stock up on some basic supplies.  I need to buy batteries too.  I have flashlights with no working batteries.  I did use my cell phone’s flashlight some, though, which was very helpful.  Don’t wait until a category 5 hurricane is headed directly at you to run to Walmart with 1,000,000 other people frantic to buy necessities.

This is kind of related, but not.  Bob just interviewed this nomad who lives on the road and who is extremely creative about how to get Internet service in remote areas without spending $1,000 a month.  I love people who are great at figuring out the cheapest and most workable ways to do things.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBoPjR3qSi0

And speaking of awesome Bob, he just lost a friend whose declining health caused him to end his own life.  Bob just posted 2 videos about life and death…and REALLY living…and not regretting things when it’s your turn to go that are spiritually based and important.  You may or may not agree with choosing when pass over to the Other Side, but he brings up very valid thoughts.  At the very least, he brings up things to think about so that when you are at the end of your life, you don’t have regrets.  (Note:  There is a HUGE difference between being suicidal because you’re depressed…DON’T DO IT…and compassionate euthanasia/assisted suicide when someone has zero quality of life and is horribly suffering.)

Embracing Death as an Ally:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mnH3k_uJ_Q&t=9s

Work Less – Dance More:  Embracing Death for your Best Life:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHNpnr5WJXo

In Light,

Atheria

Astrological Location Finding

LibraI just got back from my great astrology Meetup group, and am aggravated.  Today’s topic was “Where should I be?” meaning, “Where in the world is a great place for me to live according to my birth chart?”  Seems that my cruddy natal chart is even cruddier than I thought.  Is it too late to be born again?  HA!  From what we saw today, pretty much nowhere is great for me!  At least nowhere on planet Earth.  When leaving, I said to this other woman (who is in a similar but not AS bad situation as I am in chart-wise), “No place on Earth is really great for me love/career/health wise because I’m not supposed to be here!  I bet you my chart for somewhere in the Pleiades would be fabulous!”

Even one of the normally very positive/glass half full leaders said, “Yeah, Santa Fe is not good for you.”  In fact, the major lines we looked at via http://www.astro.com (fabulous free offerings there) totally AVOIDED New Mexico.  They literally went around the state.  Now, some lines are good lines and some are bad…so there are some lines you don’t want to run through where you are, but still…

The locations where I’d have the best chance at love?  Saudi Arabia, eastern China, the Australian Outback (think middle of nowhere…in the desert…alone) and the Philippines!  I’d not do well in either Saudi Arabia since I channel extraterrestrials (although a scarf over my head would cover up my bad hair) or China because I’d have FREE TIBET plastered on my car.  I think the Philippines would be too humid for me.  And, of course the Australian line doesn’t run through any cities.  Then there’s my Jupiter line (success/prosperity) that runs through Greenland and mostly the Atlantic Ocean!  It does, however, hit Rio de Janeiro…so there’s that.  But, mostly, I need to make my fortune on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic.  Lovely.  Are there even any towns on Greenland?  Isn’t the entire continent ice?

I’ve got a bunch of lines running along the West Coast of the USA, but Portland, Oregon did not go well for me when I lived there from April 2008 to December 2009.  It was a struggle the whole time, similar to Denver, Colorado.  Now what you’re supposed to do is look at the big chart of lines (see mine below) and then calculate your chart for cities along the major good lines.  San Francisco (which I do love) is a “possible” meaning it could turn out to be really good for me or just kind of fizzle.  Of course, the Bay Area is soooo $$$$$$$$$$$$ I’d probably have to live in my Honda.  But, I will put San Francisco on my possibles list and start looking for jobs there later next month.  Seriously, though, nowhere on the planet was there a major FABULOUS spot for me.  I think I’m just meant to be a nomad and roam around.  Anywhere, he’s my annoying graphic:

Capture

The most shocking disappointment was Paris.  I adore all things France, but according to my chart for Paris…it would be baaaaad for me there.  It’s an example of a place where lines are near it, but not GOOD ones.

If you want to look up your information for different cities/countries, all you need to do is create a free account at http://www.astro.com and then click on “free horoscopes” and “extended chart selection”.  When you get to that page, you click on “special charts” (in the “methods” section) and choose “astromap world” (if you want the entire world like I’ve done) or you can narrow the search down to “astromap North America” (for example).  Then click on the “click here to show chart” button.  Here’s my North America only graphic:

North America graphic

Now, to run your birth chart as a different location than your actual birth location, from the “extended chart selection” page, where it says “default settings” (you may need to get to the “extended chart selection” from a fresh from Astro.com’s main page at this point) change the location/city via “modify reference place” (it’ll default to your actual birth city).

Reference Place

You type in whatever city you want to look up, do a search, and select it when it pops up.  Even pretty small towns usually pop up as options.  If the town you are interested in doesn’t pop up, just pick the closest city/town that does…and the results should pretty much be the same within 50 miles.  I hope you have better luck than me regarding finding places where you’ll be successful, healthy, and in love!

Sun and rising in Libra, with a Capricorn moon-ly yours,

Atheria…the woman meant to be nomad.  LOL!

Zozobra and making Taos a healing center

After all the years I’ve lived in New Mexico (twice in Albuquerque and now further north) I’ve never gone to the burning of Zozobra.  I totally forgot this year until it was too late.  The burning of Zozobra occurred Friday night in Santa Fe.  For those who don’t know, Zozobra is known as Old Man Gloom.  New Mexico had the ORIGINAL Burning Man…although the one in the Nevada desert has gotten most of the attention.  For weeks beforehand, people from all over New Mexico (and elsewhere) write down their gloomy thoughts and disappointments and all those slips of paper are stuffed inside Zozobra…so that all your bad can be burned away.  It’s rather magickal/pagan, now that I think about it.  But, for anyone that freaks out, just think of it as symbolically releasing all that is gloomy in your life.  I do have to say that New Mexico has some cool traditions!

Here are a couple of Instagram videos others posted and one photo.

@Regrann from @bcquist7 – Burning Old Man Gloom👺💥 #santafe #zozobra – #regrann

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@Regrann from @newmexiconomad – 🌟🌟Featured #Video🌟🌟 from @laura_m_marturano 😃 👍 👏 😍 Zozobra, also known as Old Man Gloom (OMG), is the creation of Will Shuster, one of a group of artists known as the Cinco Pintores, who made their way to New Mexico in the 1920s. Shuster’s creation first appeared in his backyard in 1924 as a six-foot puppet, and over the years, has grown to a towering 50-foot high marionette. Made of muslin and stuffed with hundreds of bags of shredded paper, Zozobra is a dark and eerie character, part ghost and part monster, who was introduced publicly as part of Santa Fe Fiesta events in 1926. Since that time, the people of Santa Fe, families and friends new and old, have annually made their way to Fort Marcy Park, a few blocks from the historic Santa Fe Plaza, to view this one-of-a-kind Labor Day Friday pageant. – #regrann

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As an unrelated side note, and not that I’m biased…okay, I’m biased…Taos is magical.  Anyway, this is a great article on healing and Taos.  Taos should be a healing center.  Actually, it already is in some ways.  I’ve met numerous people who have gone through tremendous transformation there.  It hasn’t always been easy for them to purge and rebirth, but it’s been necessary and beneficial long term.

In light,
Atheria