Butterflies, 333, spirits, and magnetics

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These are earrings I’ve not worn in quite a while but got a “random” urge to put on this a.m.  Remember this pair of butterfly earrings as it’ll become important later.  Also, word of warning to males readers…there are female issues in this post.  Ha!

I had a male friend years ago who found it amusing that I not only believe in signs…I KNOW there are signs for us from the Other Side that we need to pay attention to.  A great psychic mentioned in a book I read a while back that anything you notice during the day is a message.  Not everyone notices the same things.  Whatever catches your eye, you need to pay attention to.  Well, my ex friend loved to say to me, “Gotten any messages on the side of a bus lately?”  I laughed it off, but it did get to be annoying.

Many weeks ago I had volunteered to help out at the Earth Day street event in Albuquerque and work at a vegan outreach booth.  So, I drove down to the Nob Hill area in Albuquerque this morning, where I had a really great day handing out Tofurkey slice samples with vegan mayo.  I met lots of interesting and like-minded people.  I’m even considering getting fake diamonds (can’t afford the real thing) put into my skin via wires after seeing some glittery guys.  Ha!

Anyway, on the way to Albuquerque, I saw a license plate with 777, which has been showing up a bit lately.  That’s a newer sign for me (also 222s and 999s).  My main number messages (which I’ve blogged about) are 1111, 444, 555, and 333.

While working the great event today, early on, I noticed a Native American man behind the booth next to us quietly sewing a leather purse.  I said something to him (forgot what now) and then jokingly said that I’d check back with him later to make sure he wasn’t lollygagging with his work.  A couple of hours later, I followed up on my threat, and went over to see how he was coming along.  He showed me how much he’d completed and one thing led to another and I found out he is from the Taos Pueblo.  I have to admit that although I’m STARVED for answers about some things regarding Taos (and life) there was something about his energy that just drew me.  The poor man very kindly listened as I gushed out all this Taos stuff…from how it first called me in 1998 and that dream I had last year where in the dream I loaded up a bus full of my belongings and tried to drive to Taos but got stuck in the mud somewhere.  Finally, I got out of the mud and made it to Taos where I joined this circle of 3 Native American women.  They said that they’d read an article about me, and that “Grandmother wants to talk to you.”  I asked him if Taos Mountain is ever referred to as Grandmother by his people, and he said not that he ever heard…but…that they do refer to the land, in general, as Grandmother.  He also told me that when Taos Pueblo was having some exploration done regarding their aquifer, while digging/measuring, the surveyor people discovered that in front of Taos Mountain…between the mountain and Highway 64 (El Prado area) there is this massive magnetic field that can’t be easily explained.  I mentioned to him that my eyes get greener in Taos and that the first time I visited in 1998, both me and this other Californian, never needed to eat.  We just did not get hungry and forced ourselves to eat because “we should”.  It was like Taos fed us with its energy.  Hearing about the magnetic field, I get it.  That also explains why, when I’m there, I feel so much calmer and balanced.  He was very familiar with people who’ve visited Taos for one day and instantly leave their old lives behind to move there as “the call” is so powerful.  What’s interesting, is that he also said that although he knows many people where Taos worked out for them after heeding the call…he also knows many people where Taos was disastrous and they left within 2 years.  We chatted about why that may happen regarding lessons that needed to be learned or soul growth.

He told me that Taos is feminine, which made me squeal, “Ah ha!  I thought so!”  I was in Taos yesterday, and my (I am a certain age) period was almost 4 weeks past due (as of today) and I really figured that maybe I’m done with periods.  But, half way through the day yesterday, Aunt Flo showed up.  (Yes, I told him this…warned you…)  I then told him how the Hawaiian Islands are split between masculine and feminine islands.  When I went with a group to the Big Island in 2002, the male leader of the group warned all of the women that the Big Island is feminine and that whether or not our periods were due…they’d show up.  Well, we laughed at him…until…one by one…due or not…we all got periods that week!  It was so funny.  When my irregular peri-menopausal “friend” showed up yesterday, my gut reaction was, “Taos triggered it.”  The man I talked to today basically confirmed that.

I also told him about the telepathic message I got from a dolphin in Hawaii in 2002 (blogged about that earlier) with the words “This will heal you” along with this geometric image that, years later, looked A LOT like Taos’ city emblem to me.  I told him that the on its side oval over top of a triangle within a triangle made me suspect it represents Taos Pueblo’s very sacred Blue Lake that only the tribe is allowed to go to.  He actually felt I could be right.  I did ask him if the Rio Pueblo de Taos (that I would be allowed to go to in certain non Taos Pueblo areas) did indeed come from Blue Lake as someone told me she thought it did, and he said yes, that it is water from Blue Lake…and that it wouldn’t hurt to try that avenue.

We talked about how I, and others, talk to Taos Mountain…sometimes fight with it.  We talked about a lot of stuff.  It felt like a very NON accidental meeting/talk.  I think I’m forgetting important things that came up now.  Hmmm…

Finally, I said good-bye to him and went back over to work the vegan booth.  I hadn’t been back at the booth but a minute or two, when I looked out at the people going by to see the back of this woman’s shirt that was BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL.  Her shirt was an otherworldly beautiful butterfly (shaped like a butterfly too) in glistening colors that was freaking stunning.  It took my breath away.  I just HAD to run over to her to compliment it and ask her where she got it.  I kid you not, I turned around for maybe 5 seconds to tell the person next to me, “Hold on.  I’ll be right back!” as I ran out into the passersby to get to her.  But, she was GONE!  I mean, GONE!  I looked everywhere and she was nowhere.  It was impossible for her to have walked that far in 5-7 seconds!  I stood in this open area near a guy who was videotaping the event and said to him, “That is weird!  This woman just disappeared!”  Get this, he then responds to me, “That just happened to me!  I saw this guy I know, but he vanished!”  He couldn’t explain what he had happen either.  Seriously, I don’t think she was a human.  I instantly said to myself that I need to look up what butterflies symbolize….keeping in mind that I had just had this important conversation with the man from Taos Pueblo.

https://www.insects.org/ced4/mythology.html

http://www.entomon.net/indian-butterfly-legends-and-poems.shtml

http://www.spiritanimal.info/butterfly-spirit-animal/

A little while later, and after I was pooping out, I went to head back to my car when I walked past 2 women sitting off to the side with a young girl, eating.  The one woman’s t-shirt had a picture of mountains on the back, with John Muir’s:  The mountains are calling and I must go. — Well, I looooove that quote and ended up chatting with them because the timing was weird.  I just had that quote show up yesterday or the day before, and I always connect that quote with Taos Mountain.

While in Albuquerque I decided to spy on my house I sold on October 20, 2014 (my birthday) to see if the woman who bought it is taking care of it.  Driving way over to far NW Albuquerque, I saw a car go by me with a 333 license plate and chuckled.  Really, it’s gotten to be amusing the 333s are so common lately (and 1111s with 555s).  The good news is, my house looked pretty good.  The bad news is that my beautiful decorative plumb tree in the front yard is dying…sigh.  Anyway, while in that neighborhood, I got the urge to surprise my friend who lives a few blocks away and just quickly stop in to say howdy.  I was not planning on visiting Sy, and don’t like to surprise people, but the urge was strong.  Of course, I caught her doing more incredibly creative things to her cute house and when she brought me into her kitchen, I yelped, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” when I saw THIS:

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Granted, I’ve not been inside her house for a while, but the butterfly on the wall and the two 333 license plates are new!  She got the butterfly wall art as a gift last Christmas, and the two REAL 333 license plates “coincidentally” were “randomly” picked for her by MVD workers for her mom’s old car when her mom passed away (the yellow plate) and her Corvette she owned for a little while.  Even Sy was amazed both plates were 333s as she knows that’s a sign from Masters after hanging around me.  LOL!  Sy is the one who noticed that I had butterfly earrings on today.  I’d forgotten I was even wearing them.  And, while writing this LONG blog tonight, it dawned on me that the pueblo I live on’s symbol is a butterfly.  The image of a butterfly is on my apartment building here on the pueblo.

I mean, really.  I was not planning on going into Sy’s house today.  Someone in spirit wanted me to see her kitchen.  Nothing is an accident.  Laugh if you want that I get messages though coincidences and numbers, but I know there is a plan…and clues along the way.

Speaking of which, I just remembered something.  My lease is up at the end of May and on Friday I was thinking, “Maybe I should move to Taos and do the long commute to Los Alamos for work.”  But, on second thought, and someone who lives in Taos kind of agreed….I’d probably hate driving 1.5 hours each way twice daily.  The lovely Taos Pueblo craftsman I was chatting with today told me that his brother did that exact commute for 35 years!  He didn’t mind it for the most part because he loved his work/job so much…except in the winter when the road along the canyon/Rio Grande gets scary.  It was just kind of funny that he mentioned something I’d been debating.  For a minute he made me think, “It is doable” but I do think that far of a drive would get old pretty quick.  And, that’s a lot of wear and tear on my car and gas money.

Okay, I’ve talked your ears off enough for today.  But I just love “weird” days like this…when it’s clear that everyone you meet, every thing you see, hear, etc. is for a reason.

Peace,

Atheria

Starting a YouTube Show

Howdy all!  Since I’m having discipline problems regarding sitting down to write every day like I should be doing, I’m thinking of making my own little VERY low budget (HA HA) metaphysical show on YouTube.  I’ve already got a channel on YouTube that is pretty hodge-podge.  Right now I need to come up with some type of show format, so I do have some thinking and meditating to do.  I already got support for this idea from my Arcturian friends, who showed up in this video I shot in Taos, NM yesterday.

The video came out a little blurry as I don’t have a real video camera and just used my Canon camera that seems to have focused on the background and not me.  Ha!  I wish I could use this pretty scenery all the time, but it’s not easy to shoot decent quality outside with all the noise, etc.  Luckily, I don’t think the people camping nearby noticed extraterrestrials speaking through me. 😉

I lived in Los Angeles for 22+ years altogether an am in SAG-AFTRA (but no…my channeling is NOT acting) and worked behind the scenes in the Entertainment Industry at Sony Pictures, Santa Fe Productions (in Albuquerque), MiraCon Pictures, and on various films.  So, TV/film is a life-long love of mine.  Now, I DO need to write as I have a valid TV show idea and film idea (both metaphysical/spiritual of course) but I know my “issues” and it’s easier for me to start off with getting stuff online.  Hopefully that’ll motivate me to sit down and write the fiction ideas I’ve got.  Well, one of the ideas is based on some things I’ve actually experienced, but would still be fictionalized.

In the video, I mention that I took videos driving around Taos yesterday, so if you have time for really bad quality but kind of amusing videos of me rambling on, here are 3 links to videos of my beloved Taos.

And for those of you who really have time on your hands, here are some pictures from yesterday. Included are pictures of Los Ranchos de Taos, the Rio Grande, Taos, and the historic St. Francis of Assisi Church. New Mexico’s OLD churches are lovely.

https://goo.gl/photos/7o7VGrA3SGP7phGz6

Thank you and stay tuned!

Atheria

Veer off your path and find magic!

Since I’ve got commitment issues and am still not committing to this great apartment with washer/dryer hookups by buying a washer and dryer, I drove to the cheap laundromat I like in Espanola this a.m. to do my laundry.  This laundromat always has friendly people in it (and free coffee!) but today I got to chatting with this nice man who turned out to be a fabulous artist named Walter W. Nelson.  We chatted about various things, including art and writing and living in isolated areas.  He agreed that I effed up when I got shy 20 years ago and turned down Neil Simon’s offer to mentor me as a writer.  (He’s friends with a successful writer and neighbor in Abiquiu.)  But he also said something important to me.  When I mentioned that I’m not sure WHAT to write as I am all over the place with ideas, he said, “Just write.  Don’t try to figure it out.  Just write.”  (I’m paraphrasing.)  We had one of those brief, fateful interactions that are clearly destined…and not accidents.  Walter may not know it, but I think he was used as a messenger/angel today for me.

By the way, I looooove this quote from his writer friend’s bio:  In 1986, Preston piled everything he owned into the back of a Subaru and moved from New York City to Santa Fe to write full time, following the advice of S. J. Perelman that “the dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.”

After lunch, I got the urge to go to El Santurio de Chimayo as I felt the need for spiritual/emotional healing and my 21+ years of constant head/neck pain has been slowly killing me…literally.  On the way to Chimayo, I got the urge (was listening to urges today and it turned out magical) to veer off to go to the Nambe Trading Post I’ve heard about.  As fate would have it, today was day 1 of their opening for the summer season!  The place has fabulous stuff, including movie memorabilia and a real Emmy Award!  As a vegan, some of the dead animal stuff was upsetting, but, it is part of the Native American culture and history, so I dealt with it.  I wanted to buy tons of the things they had for sale, but controlled myself.  Ha!  And, of course, I wanted to steal the Emmy! 😉 The Nambe Trading Post has some great art.

After that, I continued onto my end goal…El Santuario de Chimayo.  But, as I went to turn onto Highway 98 from Highway 503, I saw a sign pointing down further on 503 that mentioned a LAKE.  When I see anything that mentions lakes, I get excited.  So, I decided to go exploring and stay on 503.  It was a very winding and pretty drive and I discovered a tiny town I’d never heard of before named Cundiyo.  I had no cell reception there and asked some locals if I was near a lake…and they kindly gave me directions.  (Everyone I interacted with today was freaking LOVELY!  People waved at me in Chimayo like they do in Taos!)

Finally, I got to Santa Cruz Lake.  I have never heard of Santa Cruz Lake!  It’s wonderful!  There is always more to find in magical New Mexico!  I only stayed for a little while, so the parking attendant didn’t charge me the $5 fee because I told him I just wanted to take some pictures and wouldn’t stay long.  (See what I mean about nice people today?)

Eventually I continued on and found a pretty restaurant called Rancho de Chimayo where they let me wander around and explore even though I wasn’t eating there.  (Nice people yet again!)  I am definitely going to eat there this year.  It has wonderful ambiance and I heard GOOD margaritas!

Finally…but it was a lovely warm, spring-like day…so I wasn’t in a rush…I made it to El Santuario de Chimayo.  I explored more of the areas around the church than usual, and sat inside this chapel just down the block.

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chapel interiorI was alone in Santo Nino de Atocha chapel…and it had GREAT energy of holiness.  There truly is power in places where people go to pray.  It clearly affects the vibration of the place.  I felt reverence.  I felt God.  This chapel was built in 1857.

I got talking to yet another kind man who pointed me toward what looked like a tiny house (I’m obsessed with tiny houses.) but was actually a tiny chapel.  (It’s on my http://www.instagram.com/atheria444 account.  I’m too tired to find it and post it.)  He promised me that if I went inside and shut the door, I’d be filled with peace…that I’d feel God.  And, he was right.  There was a sense of peace inside that tiny building.  But, it was also hot and stuffy so I didn’t stay long.  LOL

I got coffee from a local Chimayo coffee house/art gallery and had a wonderful conversation with my barista/gifted artist.  Yep…..another wonderful interaction with a stranger today.  (There was also a guy driving past me, who, when I looked lost in my car, asked me what I was looking for and helpfully pointed me in the right direction.)

With coffee in hand, I headed to El Santuario.

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I was raised Catholic, but am not Catholic anymore…but do appreciate and love OLD churches.  I have to respect those who TRULY take their religion/faith seriously.  There was a family in fervent prayer.  In small New Mexico towns like Chimayo the people live, breathe, and eat their faith.  And, their reverence for Jesus/God clearly not only shows in their interactions with others, but also affects the energy of the place.  The energy there is FABULOUS.

I did go into the back room this time, where the holy healing dirt is.  I followed directions and rubbed some of it on my damaged neck.  I also asked God for help regarding both physical and emotional healing so that I could accomplish the things my soul came here to do in this incarnation.  Right now the physical pain, which is 24/7 and worsening by the year, sucks too much of my energy.  I struggle just to get through the day.  If I’m supposed to do major spiritual work….I need relief….and I need it now.

I will say that sitting in some of the prayer areas of both the main church, and the other chapel….where people put up photos of loved ones who need prayers (lots of babies)….hits you.  It was a bit overwhelming just how many people are suffering….and how much love there is within families/friends.

When it was time to leave, I got into Ruby (my red Honda Fit) and looked down to see that it was exactly 4:44 p.m.!  As I’ve mentioned before, 444 is a sign that angels are with you!  Perfect timing!

As I was driving home on Highway 503, I tilted my head up a bit to avoid the sun that was directly in my eyes, when suddenly my neck…up at the very top where my skull sits on C1 and I’m convinced my main problem is…snapped/cracked!  It was weird!  Something clearly shifted!  I thought to myself, “Oh my God!  El Santuario de Chimayo is going to fix my neck!”  Now, a few hours later my 21+ years long headache is still here…but…something DOES feel different.  I really do thing something good happened.  I’m trying to control my hope, but I have a little hope after being hopeless for a very long time.  Wouldn’t it be awesome to wake up tomorrow and be out of pain because I rubbed dirt on my neck?!

When I got home, this is what I saw:

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I saw God in the sky.  New Mexico makes you feel and EXPERIENCE God.  I can’t really explain it to those who don’t get it.  But, this land is truly magical.  I may not be happy, in general, and definitely need to find more fulfilling work that doesn’t suck my soul dry…but I’m where I’m meant to be.  My soul knows that Northern NM is where I’m meant to be.  I never was meant to be in Albuquerque.  Northern NM is what I resonate with.  And the people are SO friendly and kind up here!  I want to live where strangers wave at you!

Blessings,

Atheria

 

Healing center and caves…

I went with the Goofy Spiritualists Meetup today to take a tour of one of eccentric artist, Ra Paulette’s, caves carved into the Northern New Mexico desert and am so glad I did.  The cave that you can tour is on Origin’s property, which is a lovely healing center.  Just standing on their property I kept tingling…so there IS powerful energy there.  (See my 2013 Taos post about my first time in New Mexico in 1998 where I had a life altering experience  at a hot springs spa in Ojo Caliente.)

 

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Origin in Ojo Caliente, NM

 

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Itty bitty table and chairs at Origin.

The owner of Origin hopes to buy more land that contains 2 more of Ra Paulette’s caves.  You’re not allowed to take photographs inside as they want it to be a spiritual experience, but we all were so chatty it wasn’t exactly meditative.  LOL!  Here’s some external shots.

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At one point, our tour guide played some singing bowls inside the cave and it was magical.  She just gave us a quick sample as Origin does offer actual singing bowl tours.  I would love to live in that cool cave!  My cats would like all the nooks and crannies too…and a decent amount of windows for bird watching.  Ha!  I did sit in one secluded spot and tried to meditate a little, but didn’t get very far.  I could see, though, if I was there alone, it would be a wonderful place to commune with nature and my soul.

I just posted one video and 100 pictures on my Instagram account if you want to see a lot more.  If you see this post a year from now, try searching for #origin or #rapaulette to find the pictures and video.

On another healing note, I met this fabulously vivacious woman named Ginny who was also called to Taos (back in the Dennis Hopper heyday of 1969) who does a specific form of Qigong in Santa Fe now.  I may go see her as she was very inspirational.  She is a cancer survivor and has witnessed the magic of Qigong.  I’ve had a feeling for a while that the 100s of MDs, healers, chiros, etc. that I’ve gone to who have not been able to help my 21+ year long headache and neck pain was a lesson to me that I need to heal myself and stop looking to others to heal me.  Ginny agreed.  Going to her would not be me looking to her to heal me.  She’d teach me how to do energy work on myself to heal myself.  She’s simply a teacher.

Ginny, my friend, Sy, and I got talking about how NOT living your purpose or hating what you do for work literally can kill you.  Sy told me this woman custodian where she works was diagnosed with deadly pancreatic cancer.  She quit her job she didn’t like and moved to Washington State where…2 years later she’s happier and still alive!  When Ginny brought up the need to write to get things out that are inside and I mentioned that there’s a writer in me screaming to be set free (told the Neil Simon story), this other gal listening in said to me, “I can tell just from how you talk that you’d be a great writer.”  I then blabbered on about a TV show idea I have, etc. and Ginny said, “Do you know how much you LIGHT UP when you talk about writing?”  That was eye opening for me.  I’ve not been lit up about anything in eons.  My light has been dimmed.

Here are some cool signs in the parking lot of Origin.  It was hard to choose, but I parked in front of “Park here if you desire to return to your origin.”img_20170305_142225_396img_20170305_142453_101

 

Sweat Lodge in Albuquerque

I went to my first ever sweat lodge ceremony today in the South Valley (in Albuquerque, New Mexico) led by a LOVELY soul named Patricio.  When I lived in Albuquerque, I had gone to a kiva ceremony at his place that was great a couple of years ago.  The kiva is 4 feet underground and 2 feet above ground…but is a totally separate structure than the sweat lodge.  The sweat lodge is much smaller and not below the surface of the Earth.  Before going into the sweat lodge, Patricio talked to us in the kiva and told us what to expect.  After he said that his goal was to make us as uncomfortable as possible without killing us, a woman left.  LOL!  We did talk about the horrible incident in Sedona where a “spiritual leader” showed gross negligence during a sweat lodge event and 3 people died.  Today’s sweat was scheduled for 3 hours, but didn’t last the full 3, and the ceremony was divided up into 4 segments, with breaks in-between where we went outside to cool down.  I brought in bottled water, which I learned 3/4 the way through was kind of a no-no according to purists.  (Patricio didn’t mind.)

I do have to say, that if you have claustrophobia issues…and can’t handle humid heat…you may want to rethink doing a sweat lodge.  That being said, even with my blood sugar issues, I did fine.  I will admit to sitting near the door though.  Ha!  Just in case I needed to escape…but, I never felt the urge to run out.  I’ve taken Bikram Yoga classes before, so I’ll compare it to that.  Picture a Bikram HOT yoga class but it being done in a low ceilinged adobe hut where it’s 3 times hotter…and pitch black so that you can’t see anything. 🙂

Patricio mentioned that when he went to a Lakota sweat years ago, it was so hot, the water that dropped down onto him from the ceiling literally caused skin blisters…so I feel very lucky he took it easier on us today!

I’ve had horrible edema for some menopausal reason this past week, so I’m hoping the gallons of sweat today released some of the trapped water in my stomach and legs/feet!  I will admit that it was hard to keep my mind focused on the numerous toning sessions, prayers sessions, verbalized intentions, Native American spiritual songs, etc. while in the sweat lodge.  My mind kept going to, “When is the next break?  When are we done?  Can you last for the entire ceremony and not be a wimp?”  In defense of myself, this was my first sweat. 🙂 Hopefully, with successive sweats, I’ll be able to go deeper than, “When can I get air?”  I did try to focus on my 3rd eye and going within…but I am easily distracted.

Since, because of my Federal Government day job, I can’t do things like Peyote and Ayahuasca, I need to do what I can that’s acceptable to achieve altered states of consciousness.  (I don’t like barfing anyway and know that Peyote makes you vomit.)

This is me after surviving 300 humid degrees. 🙂 Yes…I have no make-up on needless to say!

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I am very drawn to Native American spirituality and spiritual practices, in addition to my Tibetan leanings.  I’m very glad I went today, and do urge others to look to experience FIRST HAND spiritual experiences vs. just going to church and listening to other humans talk about what you should and shouldn’t believe and do.  Personal experience and KNOWING the truth is SO much more important than just believing what some other guy/gal tells you.  It does take effort, though, and is not for the lazy.

Aho,

Atheria

I suspect my new guide is a teleplay/screenplay writer.

northernexposureI need to start this post by saying that I think “Northern Exposure” was the best TV show EVER.  I mean, right up there with “MASH” and “The West Wing” kind of ever!  I have never recovered from “Northern Exposure” (NE) going off the air in 1995.  Years later I wrote to Joshua Brand and John Falsey begging them to somehow bring the show back on the air.  NE was quirky and weird and deep and spiritual and silly and CREATIVE.  I discovered Enya because of the show.  At the end of one episode, this otherworldly music started playing that filled me with chills and made me cry, “What is that heavenly music?!”  (It was Enya’s Caribbean Blue.  Click the link for breathtaking footage set to the song that will make you feel God.)

I’ve had this vague TV show idea in the back of my head for a while based on my beloved Taos, New Mexico.  In some ways, Taos reminds me of the fictitious town of Cicely, Alaska featured in NE.  Well, I got some notifications today from YouTube regarding replies people posted after a comment I made on a NE scene many months ago.  It triggered some back and forth chatting, and suddenly, WHACK!  I started tingling as someone in spirit moved into my energy field to tell me, “Write the show!”  I didn’t realize just how much NE had affected other people like it had affected me years ago.  But, it did.  There’s a whole contingent of people hungry for entertaining and inspirational programming.  Quality…and I stress QUALITY…films and TV shows can really make a difference in people’s lives.  Certain films have changed my life forever due to their power.

I’m suspecting that I’m in the middle of nowhere for a reason.  I can’t even get regular TV reception here.  I have Netflix and Amazon for one month for free because of my SAG-AFTRA membership (via my Roku TV) but I just decided that as much as I’m enjoying “Orange is the New Black” and “Goliath” I will not subscribe to these streaming TV services.  It’s far too easy to get home from work and plop in front of the TV for hours accomplishing nothing.  I need to have nothing to do so that I can go within and create.  I need to have no distractions.  (Of course, with active cats, there will be some distractions….haha)  I need to CREATE television, not watch it.  And yes, I apologize to my fellow TV writers/producers out there.  This is just temporary. 🙂 Once I can quit my day job and focus only on writing/producing, I’ll have more free time…in theory…to watch others’ creativity on screen.

Long ago I heard this theory about New Mexico that I do feel could be true.  Someone told me that New Mexico is where people come to heal…mostly emotionally and at a soul level…but sometimes physically too.  The desolation here, the lack of glitzy distractions, the wide open space–seriously, you can see for a hundred miles–and the lack of people (the entire state of New Mexico, with its 121,697 square miles of land, only has 2.09 million people as of 2015) forces one to go within…to not look outside for who they are, but to explore the inner workings of their being.  It may not be an accident that I ended up on pueblo land with no real TV and not much to do other than my nightly yoga.  If I was back in Los Angeles, I could VERY easily distract myself with things to waste time and never accomplish a damn thing.  Of course, this WILL take discipline.  It’ll also take studying since I don’t know how to write a teleplay in the proper format, etc.  I do know I’m really, really good with dialogue.  I’m quite confident regarding that.  I just get lost in the plot part.  HA!

I do suspect that the new guide a fellow psychic mentioned was coming soon is a writer guide.  I have attracted writers in spirit before, like the awesome Henry Miller.  I will never forgive myself for being too shy years ago to take wonderful Neil Simon up on his offer of mentorship.  UGH!  I can be a moron!

If I can mesh my love of writing with TV/film (I have a metaphysical film idea too but it’s got a major plot problem.) and spirituality/metaphysics, that would be freaking fabulous!  I’d finally be doing what I’m supposed to be doing on this planet!  I can’t help but think of J.K. Rowling’s story where she was a single mother not knowing how she’d support herself and her kids when the entire first “Harry Potter” book just popped into her head.  Um…hello!  Divine intervention!  She channeled the book, for lack of another way to say it.  And I think things turned out pretty darn well for her! 🙂

Well, it’s late and I’m tired, so I need to sign off.  But, I think I’m onto something.  I am in Tamalewood after all!

In light,

Atheria