Driving back to the pueblo I live on (in the middle of nowhere) from Santa Fe today, I suddenly got that feeling I get when someone wants to come through and speak. Thankfully, my unseen friends waited until I got home. 😉 A group of angelic beings showed up first, but then Lisette…my fairy/faerie friend…showed up. I just ADORE her energy! She is lightness and fun! My other unseen friends tend to be much more serious. At one point during the channeling session, my head kept moving in the infinity symbol and I could not stop it. In my mind, I had to tell them, “Okay, enough already. People are going to get bored!”
Oddly, no cats intervened today. Ha! And, yes, I still have no REAL furniture and I’ve lived here since 11/2016. I have commitment issues. 😉 I am NOT committing to New Mexico again! Heck, I can’t even commit to a 2 year cell phone contract. Anyway, please excuse the lack of decent decor and my dirty/stringy hair. I really do need to pull it back out of the way when I channel. As usual, this is clearly not some high end production here. 😀
Thank you to my friend, Joe, for taking all of this footage and editing it. We got some cool stuff! The group was Joe, Evelyn, Dave, and me. The other woman in the room with the lamp movement was named Kathy. She was with her husband, Lyle.
I highly recommend the St. James Hotel. You truly step back in time. Joe and Evelyn were in the Governors room and Dave and I stayed in the Wyatt Earp suite. The nice thing about the hotel is that a lot of people there are STRICTLY there to ghost hunt. So, you meet lots of super cool and friendly people.
Here are my pictures of the hotel and surrounding Cimarron area.
I am frantically writing this post! I’m half incoherent right now! Breathe Atheria…breathe…
Okay, going back in time, I met Andy Gibb in 1977-1978 when he was first becoming very famous. He came to Rochester, NY to autograph his first hit album, back when there were still record stores. I think he was 19 at the time and I will NEVER forget how sweet and kind of a soul he was. Decades later, I still remember is fragile sweetness and it makes me cry.
I am still devastated by his untimely passing in 1988.
Those who know me know that I love cemeteries. I love to sit in them and when I used to work next to one in Westwood, CA, I’d eat my lunch next to Marilyn Monroe, Natalie Wood, Dean Martin, Truman Capote, and Eva Gabor. I feel peace there. I don’t often feel peace. I am a very restless soul. Anyway, YEARS ago (and I can’t believe I never blogged about this) I went to the Hollywood Hills Forest Lawn Cemetery to walk around and commune with departed souls. I’ve gotta say, Liberace’s crypt is beautiful! But, I was drawn to Andy, not only because I’d met him when I was around 11 years old, but because I somehow understood him. I FELT his soul and its struggles here in 3D Earth. I put my hand on his wall burial site and was flooded with emotion. I felt his soul. I asked him if he had any advice for those of us down here (like what I did with Dennis Hopper in 2012) and…this makes me want to cry again in 2019…he said, “Love with all your heart, and you will be healed.” I stood there, totally overwhelmed with love and sorrow for I don’t know how long. I finally pulled myself away from his “An Everlasting Love” marker (perfect choice) and walked around the large and pretty cemetery. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong.
That night I had a “dream” (i.e. visitation) where I could hear Andy singing to me, “You are…this dreamer’s only dream….heaven’s angel…devil’s daughter….” Now, I choose to ignore the “devil’s daughter” part. 🙂 I know what he was trying to convey. Here are the lyrics to his song, “(Love Is) Thicker Than Water”.
Love is higher than a mountain
Love is thicker than water
You are this dreamer’s only dream
Heaven’s angel, devil’s daughter
Say, my mind, should I go with her on silent nights
She’ll drive me crazy in the end
And I should leave this paradise
But I can’t leave her
While I need her more than she needs you
That’s what I’m living for
Love is higher than a mountain
Love is thicker than water
You are this dreamer’s only dream
Heaven’s angel, devil’s daughter
Say, my thought, should I find out she don’t care at all
She’ll leave me crying in the end
Wandering through the afterglow
But I can’t leave her
While I need her more than she needs you
That’s what I’m praying for
Love is higher than a mountain
Love is thicker than water
You are this dreamer’s only dream
Heaven’s angel, devil’s daughter
Love is higher than a mountain
Love is thicker than water
You are this dreamer’s only dream
Heaven’s angel, devil’s daughter
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la…
And here is Andy Gibb singing this song.
I have an incredibly hard time watching him even now. He breaks my heart. As a teenager, I had him, Elvis, Shaun Cassidy, and Rick Springfield all over my bedroom walls. But, Andy touched my soul. I can’t explain it. We lost him WAY too soon.
Flash forward to July 2, 2019…today. Fate has caused a blessing of a human being to walk into my life (VERY recently) when I’d given up all hope at age 52.5 years old of ever being able to love and be loved in return (I’m really good at loving with NO return). Driving home from work tonight, a radio station started playing Andy’s “Shadow Dancing” (which I’d not heard in ages) and it got me thinking about what happened at his grave site years ago.
Well (keeping in mind I’m driving at a zippy speed) I started tingling REALLY strongly. My friend would say I was feeling GSRs. I’m not even sure what GSR stands for, but it means MAJOR SPIRIT TINGLNG. I knew, without question, it was Andy!
You got me looking at that heaven in your eyes
I was chasing your direction, I was telling you no lies
And I was loving you
When the words are said, baby, I lose my head
And in a world of people, there’s only you and I
There ain’t nothing come between us in the end
How can I hold you when you ain’t even mine?
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right, uh-huh
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
All that I need is just one moment in your arms
I was chasing your affection, I was doing you no harm
And I was loving you
Make it shine, make it rain, baby I know my way
I need that sweet sensation of living in your love
I can’t breath when you’re away, it pulls me down
You are the question and the answer am I
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
And in this world of people, there’s only you and I
There ain’t nothing come between us in the end
How can I hold you when you ain’t even mine?
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you, oh
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
I felt that Andy, in spirit, was confirming something regarding my life right now. I know that people are going to say, “Why would he come to YOU? You aren’t anyone he ever knew or cared about.” But, I’ve also been visited by John Lennon TWICE (where he told me he tried to protect George Harrison during the famous home break-in and when called me “mate” the first time….super cool) and David Bowie. So, I don’t question what happens anymore. Keep in mind, they are WAY expanded up there. I feel that if they can find an open receiver, they latch onto the chance to talk.
ANYWAY…I rushed home to blog about all of this. When I was looking for unrestricted pictures of Andy Gibb to use in this post, I was drawn to one that is at the top of this post…his album cover. As I was downloading it, I noticed this 444!
For those who don’t know, spirit talks to me via numbers A LOT. The number 444 means that angels are with you. Look it up. 🙂
What happened tonight during my drive home was not nothing. It was a spirit message, and I fully know that Andy had his hand in it. Love with all your heart, and you will be healed. That has extra significance for me as I’ve been living with severe physical pain. But physical pain is not my only pain. I think that is all too common in our world now…sadly.
In October 2017 I stayed at the haunted St. James Hotel and had a spirit tap the top of my head while standing in the hall talking to people inside the infamous poker room and heard cowboy boots walking down the hall at night with 2 knocks…in succession. I also caught a spirit face in the poker room window. My sister just sent me this TV show episode. On Saturday, 6/29/2019 some friends and I are going to spend the night at the St. James to see what happens. Back in 2017 others also had the cowboy boots walking and knocking…AND…one woman had her long hair lifted straight up in the air while putting on her make-up! Almost every person the night before had things happen. Two people taunted (NOT OKAY) T.J. in the poker room with a toy gun and got a spirit voice on tape commenting on their fake gun they had on the table. An employee of the hotel snuck me into infamous room 18 and wowza….it was thick with energy.
Stay tuned for what happens next weekend! I will be blogging!
So I got this cleaning urge this morning (rare for me so I had to go with it) that triggered me to vacuum up pounds of cat hair, mop the floors, and do some other kitchen and bathroom dirt extraction chores. Then I felt someone “knocking on my head” and thought I’d see if I could channel. It’s been a while, but, yep, both my Arcturian and Pleiadian friends showed up as a posse!
I held a rose quartz today and had a big clear quartz next to me. I’m not sure if holding the rose quartz is what caused it or not, but this cool pink cylinder of light appeared in front of and above me that was very interesting to “see” (my eyes were closed so I saw it clairvoyantly).
The energy today felt very different, kind of jerky…in spurts. My face twitched a lot too. I should have had the camera closer so you could see that better.
Part way through my channeling session, even with my windows/doors closed, my neighbor’s loud hammering on his old pick-up truck was distracting. I don’t know what the guy was doing, but he was underneath his truck with a sledge hammer pummeling the back end of the poor truck. Hopefully, you can hear me okay.
To skip the part where I’m just getting into trance and not talking, you can fast forward to 2:55.
Of course, Chakra had to walk into view a couple of times. She’s always drawn to my channeling. Bleu doesn’t care as much. And, yes, I still have zero real furniture. 😉
These are my two favorite pictures of Marilyn. I used to have the leaning out the hospital window one on my wall when I lived in Los Angeles. A NYC psychic friend, while chatting on the phone one day, asked if I had a picture of Marilyn Monroe on my wall. I said yes. She then said that I’d known Marilyn. For years, I’ve had this feeling that I was a nurse who had befriended her.
During light hypnosis today, it came out, that yes…I was a nurse who befriended Marilyn during one of her hospital stays. I was in my 40-50s and heavier. I was also very psychic and spiritual. I would talk to her about spiritual things that she was very interested in, especially regarding talking to her parents since she had lost them in her life at a young age one way or another. Years ago in Los Angeles when I worked in the Westwood area, I would take my lunches in the cemetery where Marilyn Monroe is buried (along with Dean Martin…he came to me too, with a message for good friend Shirley MacLaine…Natalie Wood, Truman Capote, etc.). One day when I was SUPER depressed, I talked to Marilyn as I felt she, of all people, could understand me and what I felt. Suddenly, I “saw” (clairvoyantly) a red rose as her soul acknowledged me. Anyway, today’s hypnotic regression was about getting info about what would help us find our true work.
After the scene with Marilyn in the hospital, I was shown that I lived alone and cared for my elderly mother and also did scrying at night with a crystal ball. I was indeed a medium…but hid it from most people. I died alone, thankfully quickly, via a heart attack. I remember looking down at my body on the floor with detachment. I saw my death when the hypnotist told us in the group to go to the 3rd scene that would clarify what we were to be doing in our current life.
Oddly, during my Santa Fe astrology group session earlier today, a good astrologer told me I’m supposed to be working with death. I joked, “Well, HELLO, I’m a medium. I talk to dead people.” The past few days, I’m being urged to use my spiritual gift and move away from office work…to being a full-time psychic medium and channel…but I’m petrified of “iffy” income.
