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Arcturians on 11-11-2017

I did not even realize until after today’s channeling session of my Arcturian friends that today is 11-11.  Coincidence?  NOT.  I do also suspect that wearing moldavite may have called them to show up…but can’t prove that.

As mentioned in the video, I tried to let go a bit more so that incorporating my unseen friends wasn’t such a power struggle.  I admit to being a control freak, in general, and it’s hard for me to not sit there and argue (telepathically) with whoever I’m channeling when I question things they want to say.  I’ve been told that debating with them can kind of jam up the pipes, so to speak, and cause the physical struggling usually seen when I trance channel.  I will say that letting go more…and trusting…did make it smoother than normal to channel.

It is interesting that although it was Pleiadians who first came through LONG ago, and my ancestry is supposedly Pleiadian/Plejaran, it’s the Arcturians who more often show up now.

In Light,

Atheria and the Arcturians

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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

Mystical Life Forum of New Mexico

Howdy!  I made the trek down to Albuquerque this morning to attend friends’ of mine’s new-ish monthly group called Mystical Life Forum of New Mexico.  The monthly event is on the 4th Saturday of each month, from 9:30 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. and I highly recommend it to anyone in the Albuquerque area.  Hannah and her mom, Mary, are fellow contactees, and spread as much information as they can about all things metaphysical.  They also have a new book coming out with matching ET tarot cards, which look freaking awesome!  They will be doing a book signing at my friend, Mitch Rubin’s, fabulous metaphysical store named Blue Eagle Metaphysical Emporium on September 30th from 11:00 a.m. – 2:00 p.m.

The guest speaker today at Mystical Life Forum of New Mexico was a lovely soul who goes by the name Bethany Paix in this life.  She is a very knowledgeable and experienced Master Energy Channel who does spiritual clearing and blessing for people, places, and businesses.  Her website is Angels Helping Humans.  As a psychic medium, I feel people’s energy immediately, and I am very comfortable about recommending her services.

Today’s drive down to a major city (in terms of population, not actual city amenities…don’t get me started on the lack of IKEA) was very eye opening…upsettingly so!  I live on a reservation in the middle of nowhere and the biggest city I’ve been going to since last November when I moved back to New Mexico for the 3rd time (yes, I’m one of THOSE people) is Santa Fe…with a population of 83,875 (as of 2016).  As of the year 2000, where I live has a population of 1,261.  Unless someone died, that’s now 1,262.  Anyway, from the moment I hit Albuquerque’s (a.k.a. highest crime in the USA…or close to being #1) city limits, I felt stressful, not good energy.  But, I made it to this morning’s talk and then stopped by Blue Eagle and then Coronado Center, since I truly do miss REAL shopping malls (Santa Fe’s idea of a shopping mall is pretty darn pitiful).  Inside the mall, I Instagrammed my glee about being in a real mall…but that quickly faded the moment I stepped outside.  I exited the mall from the total opposite side from where my car was parked because I started to feel overwhelmed with lots of people’s junk energy.  One of the many reasons I left Los Angeles in 2008 was that, as a very empathic psychic medium, I felt bombarded with 13,000,000 people’s energy and I couldn’t take it anymore.  Anyway, on this hot summer day (it really is cooler where I live…thank goddess) I had to walk all the way around the mall on the outside, which gave me “great” viewing/hearing of Burque people’s lives.  OMG!  It was nonstop fights and screaming and yelling and road rage in the parking lot!  At one point, this Nissan Maxima driver and Ford Mustang driver were so livid, I got scared there’d be a shooting and started to look for a safe place to duck!  I’ll give you a hint…the Nissan driver or passenger got out of his car.  The overall vibe in Albuquerque was VERY angry and scary.  Walking past this woman and a kid, she said to the kid, “Albuquerque is very prickly today.”  I commented to her as she passed, “Yes it is!”  There was overwhelming stress and rage that carried over to Old Town Albuquerque…which normally I enjoy.  I did hang out there for a while and took a lot of Instagram pictures, but was EAGER to get out and get back to the rez!

It was interesting that as I stopped by a nice, new Starbucks on Rio Grande just south of the 40, as I mentioned where I live and big cities vs. small towns…the barista said to me, “I didn’t miss big cities at all when I left.”  At the mall, I literally Intagrammed, “I can’t move to tiny Taos.  I need real shopping malls!”  But, now at PEACEFUL home on he rez, I think I cannot even CONSIDER moving back to insanely priced and congested Los Angeles like I’ve been thinking of doing.  Something deep within me has changed and I need small town life with lots of nature and QUIET.  I’m pissed about this, FYI.  I have known for a while that it’s my EGO that needs glitzy city.  My soul needs Taos…or at least some beautiful place that is full of nature and calm like Taos.  As much as my ego LOVED Denver last year…my guides made sure it didn’t work out.  My guides can be highly annoying.  They are all about the soul instead of ego.  The issue is that they aren’t down here on Earth in this 3D world dealing with what we need to deal with.  They are up there at some higher, more evolved, “big picture” dimension, and it’s not fair!  Pffffft! ;-P

This is annoying.

To be continued,

Atheria

 

Alora and her Pleiadian family

Since I’ve felt Alora around me all the time lately, I thought I’d sit down and see if she wanted to talk.  Yep, she and her Pleiadian family did.  It is rather interesting how they pay attention to what we crazy humans are up to.  I do wish they’d intervene though.  Bleu makes a cameo appearance in this video. 🙂 My cats always want to see what’s going on with mommy when I’m in trance.

On a different topic, a friend of mine sent me this great website for looking up different numbers to see what they signify:  Angel Numbers – I’m still getting lots of 333s, 444s, 555s, and 1111s…with the occasional 222.

Because I just love it when “coincidences” happen, I have to tell this quick story about what happened yesterday.  A friend of mine had asked me to be her date for the closing party of a beautiful local winery (sad…but true…will miss it) because neither of her boyfriends could make it (snicker…tee hee) and I jumped at the chance.  As I walked into the party last evening, I had this strong feeling that this random invitation was going to cause something to happen that needed to happen…that it wasn’t an accident that I was there.  Well, it ended up that this really nice woman we hit it off with and talked to for quite a while splits her time between Chimayo, NM and College Station, TX but would really love to stay in Chimayo full-time if she could find a quality job.  Now, what she does for a living is a somewhat rare thing for NM, but the department I work in at the company I work at (being vague on purpose) does exactly the type of work she does for a living!  She’s going to send me her resume and I’ll see if I can help her get an interview.  Then, we got talking about how my landlord is being very jerk-y (and illegal, but since I live on a reservation they don’t have to follow state law) and I may need to move, but that there are not a lot of living options in this remote area unless I want a much longer commute.  It turns out that her historic adobe home has a casita that she rents out to a woman, and that woman is probably leaving in October…which is when I would be looking to move!  Plus, the cool thing she hopes to do is help the local people in Chimayo learn about organic agriculture and farming, which I fully support.  She currently works for the government in an agricultural department.  This could be perfect.  Now, I have been planning to start looking for jobs back in California and a few other places in October because I really do miss living in a big, exciting city, but I will also say I’m NOT excited about possibly going back to Los Angeles.  My friend, after hearing of the fated coincidences last evening, kept singing, “You’re not going back to Los Angeles.  You’re not going back to Los Angeles.” 😉 It’s a fact that NM has always wanted me here, but I am stubborn, so in mid October I will start applying for jobs in places that are more “happening” than here…but…we’ll see what happens.  It would be amusing if I end up living next to El Santuario de Chimayo, which is the Lourdes of the Southwest and very powerful.  Ha!

In Light,

Atheria

Chaco Canyon, Arcturians, Pleiadians, and the Emerald City…am I in Oz?

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Fajada Butte (Pay attention.  It will be important.)

Yep, Alora is definitely standing by since Friday night.  For those who didn’t see my prior Chaco Canyon post, she is my Charlize Theron looking Plejaran/Pleiadian.  I do hope it doesn’t bother gorgeous Charlize that extraterrestrials are taking on her form to look more normal to easily freaked out me.  Anyway, I have been feeling her around nonstop.  So, being the curious sort I am, I started Googling Chaco Canyon to find out more about it and why it’s so powerful.  Come to find out (not really shocking) it is on a ley line that runs up to Aztec Ruins, New Mexico (which explains why, every time I’d drive through the tiny town of Aztec on my way to Durango, Colorado, I’d just love it for some reason) and down to Casas Grandes in Mexico.

IMG_2457Supposedly, looking at Chaco Canyon from the air, you can see very straight roads to somewhere that a few other power spots on the planet also have.  Were they runways for UFOs?  Were they marking certain alignments with the sun, planets, etc.?  Hmmm…

I specifically Googled Chaco Canyon and Pleiadians and found an excerpt of this book online that freaked me out!  (I told you I get easily freaked.)

Walking in Albion: Adventures in the Christed Initiation in the Buddha Body (Chapter 10) by Richard Leviton

Chapter 10 about Richard’s experience at Chaco Canyon is long, but super interesting.  Two things specifically made me gasp while reading it:  (1) Where he mentions a golden chalice — My guides gave me the symbol of a golden chalice to meditate on recently and since I’ve been using that visual, my clairvoyance is blooming like crazy…I literally have cut outs of golden chalices on my living room and bedroom walls to remind me — and (2) Where he mentions an “Emerald City” — I had this vision of an Emerald City in a dream long ago and painted this picture on April 5, 2000.

Emerald City 4-5-2000

Richard documents the strong Arcturian and Pleiadian connections to Chaco Canyon, and as you all know, I channel both of those groups (and others).  Supposedly, my ancestry is Pleiadian, and I do know that at one point I lived on the lost continent of Lemuria.  (Looking for a link to Lemuria info it was “coincidental” that I impulsively used the name Oz in the title of this post not knowing that Edgar Cayce referred to Lemuria/Mu as Oz!)  So, the fact that Alora showed up on Friday night when I was camping at Chaco is not surprising, in retrospect.

Since Friday night’s little meeting with Alora (and friends) I can feel her with me 24/7…like she’s waiting in the wings.  Her message to me about “It’s time” is haunting me.  I mean, what EXACTLY am I supposed to be doing regarding working with her people other than what I’ve been doing?  Driving to work this morning I had the strong feeling of a ship in the sky ahead of me hidden by a cloud.  I can’t prove that a UFO was there, but it was a strong feeling.  I kind of feel like I’m being followed around.  I guess I should have waved!  LOL!  “Helllooooo!  I know you’re there!”

I’m also getting almost a frenetic amount of signs via special numbers.  555 just happened AGAIN as I was typing this.  A draft saved at exactly 5:55 p.m.  In the words of the awesome David Bowie, “Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes”…Yes, changes are coming.  I just hope to God they are GOOD changes in my life!  Everywhere I look it’s either 555, 444, 333, 222, 777, or 1111.

To be continued…

Peace,

Atheria

 

Chaco Canyon

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I just got back from ancient Chaco Canyon, where I spent the night HOPING to see the Milky Way (Chaco Culture National Hisoric Park is an official “dark sky” location) and meteor shower…but…the weather did not cooperate at all.  It was cloudy and rainy all day and night.  Finally, this morning when I was leaving, it got sunny.  Pffffft!

IMG_2465Now, I’ve been to Chaco twice before during daytime…but this time was different.  Granted, after hearing that a Santa Fe friend knows a gal who had a spirit visitation not long ago at Chaco that turned her instantly psychic, I did have a bit of spiritual experience envy.  I did hope that something cool would happen.  (Be careful what you ask for.)  During the drive to Chaco, I got an 11:11 on my car’s clock.  That was a sign.  Then, when I glanced at the map, it showed that the turn off Highway 550 was across from a convenience store at mile marker 112.5.  I happened to glance at my odometer that had been reset when I stopped for gas in Espanola, and it read EXACTLY 112.5 miles.  Then I KNEW something was going on.  I also got a 555 (changes are coming) and when I arrived back home today, this car in front of me (I took a picture to prove it) had the vanity plate 7777777!

Anyway, upon arriving at Chaco Canyon and the campground, I clearly felt strong energy like I’ve never noticed before.  I almost felt like I was vibrating.  Granted, everything DOES vibrate, but this was palpable.  Despite the cruddy weather, I enjoyed exploring all the ancient ruins from people who lived there from around 850 – 1,250 AD…and then mysteriously vanished.  There was this powerful silence at one point, and I could almost feel the people who used to live there.  At one point, I thought I heard something in the wind…but then dismissed it as “nothing”…which I probably shouldn’t have done.  You are not allowed inside the kivas, but I really wished I could have gone inside one and meditated for a while.  Years ago, standing atop the Sandia Mountains overlooking Albuquerque, I suddenly realized I was listening to a pow-wow.  Then I thought, “Wait a minute.  How am I hearing a pow-wow up here at 10,678 feet?!”  I had literally heard history.  Sylvia Browne used to call this type of thing an “imprint”.

I met great people at the campground, including quite a few Californians.  People who camp are just cool people, in general.  One really nice retired couple showed me around their cute teardrop trailer ( I want one!) and told me how tons of people are fleeing California again due to how expensive it is, etc., and that they are planning on moving to Cortez, Colorado.  We then talked about how Northern NM through Southern CO is a magical zone.  You can see their cute camper here:  Teardrop

IMG_2383This was me inside Ruby, my red Honda Fit.  I’m too lazy to deal with tents, so I just sleep in my car.  She has “magic seats” and is an awesome car…got 43.7 mpg on this trip.  Now, I was in a safe, official campground, but when I’m just out in the woods on my own, I also feel safer in a car as opposed to tent.  I had trouble sleeping because I didn’t make the back end squishy enough, so it took me HOURS to actually fall asleep.  Plus, I kept glancing outside hoping there’d be a miracle and the clouds would go away so I could see planets and stars by the gazillions.  At one point, I did have a glimmer of hope, as the moon did move between clouds enough that I could see it.  But, nope, couldn’t see any stars or meteors.  This one other Californian woman traveling alone said this morning that she did see a couple of shooting stars at one point during the night.  Quite frankly, after what happened to me, they may NOT have been shooting stars!

I had a VERY detailed, VERY vivid dream last night when I did finally fall asleep that I’m 99% sure was not a dream.  Either I was abducted again last night, or at the least, suddenly recalled a past event.  But, I think it happened last night because of physical symptoms I’ve had today.  I don’t remember most of the “dream” now, but can recall fragments of me being face to face with a female extraterrestrial, who I think was Alora.  At least, that name was instantly in my head.  (Alora came through a Ouija Board back in 2002 when I used it with my channeling teacher to try to find out who my main spirit guide was.  Everyone else in the class got normal spirit guides, but of course I had an ET show up.  Ha!)  I remember she was solid yet see-through like she wasn’t solid.  It’s really hard to explain.  I could see things inside her…and she was almost gelatinous.  I think she realized her rather unusual (to a human) appearance was distracting me, and morphed into a more human looking being.  Actually, she morphed into Charlize Theron.  Good choice!  She was tall, slim, and blonde and really looked like Charlize.  She let it be known that now is the time.  (When she came through the Ouija Board in 2002…speaking on the behalf of a group…she had said that they wanted to work with me, and that I needed to research them and let them know if I was willing to help.  She had said they were Plejarans i.e. Pleiadians.) It’s time for me to work with her people.  Then all I can remember is that they did medical work on my digestive system (which is awful) and my female system (which, at 50, is having its own annoying issues) like they were trying to get me in better shape for the work I am to do.  I remember saying, “But what about my neck?!” (I’ve had a 24/7 headache and neck pain with nerve damage in my face since severe whiplash on Oct. 1, 1995 that 100+ doctors and healers have not been able to figure out or fix.) For some reason, they didn’t want to work on that.  Hmmm….and that’s the WORST of my issues. :-/ I wish I could recall more of what happened as the event lasted for quite a while and was very intricate, but it’s gone from my memory.  What I will say is that when I woke up this morning, I had to go doo-doo BAD.  Is that TMI?  I barely made it to the bathroom.  Plus, my mouth tasted horribly metallic.  In fact, right now, many hours later, it is still grossly metallic tasting.  I am not enjoying my afternoon coffee because it tastes gross due to the fact my mouth tastes like I’ve been sucking on the fender of a Buick.  Blech.  Not to jinx myself, but my daily digestive woes are seemingly better today.  I hope they did fix that!

We’ll see what happens next.  I have to admit that at one point during the night I had this STRONG feeling that there were extraterrestrials around and had to force myself to look out my car windows.  I was sure, because the feeling was so strong, that I’d see faces looking into my car…and felt scared.  I know, I know.  I channel ETs so why would I be afraid?  But, channeling them is one thing.  Being taken up in a UFO is something else when you don’t know what is going to happen to you.

For those who have a lot of time to kill, I’ve uploaded 204 photos that I took while driving to, at, and driving from Chaco Canyon yesterday and today.  You can view them here:  Abiquiu, Chaco Canyon, and Highway 96 Photos

And here are three Instagram videos I took today while heading home.

Pretty Highway 96:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BXs6_0CHs2T/

Abiquiu Lake:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BXs6ky5nTJV/

Abiquiu Gorgeous View:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BXs9zQiH4Wy/

ETs seem to like booze and gambling!

While at The Mine Shaft Tavern in funky Madrid, NM last night to listen to some great live music (Robin Scott and Secret Circus) my friend mentioned that recently when she was there, she saw two 7 feet tall (not sure if that was an exaggeration or not as it’s possible) very thin and Nordic looking extraterrestrials walk into the tavern.  (“Bringers of the Dawn” was the first book I ever read about Pleiadians..and it’s GREAT.)  She spotted them right away but no one else seemed to notice these two, seemingly very out of place people.  (For those who don’t know, Madrid was in the film WILD HOGS in 2006 and although it’s a cool artsy town, it’s also an ex ghost town and somewhat rugged…think NOT Manhattan.)  Madrid is not that far from Galisteo Basin, which is a known UFO hotspot here in New Mexico.  I wish to God I’d been there with her when the Pleiadians walked in!  I would have walked up to them and said, “I know who you are and I’m from the 7 Sisters myself loooooong ago.”  The amusing thing is that when we were talking about this, she mentioned that she’s heard that younger Pleiadians LOVE Las Vegas, NV, and have been spotted there numerous times.

As fate would have it, at today’s Santa Fe Astrology MeetUp someone mentioned that aliens love bars and Las Vegas!  LOL!  Too funny.  It seems they want to experience things that we humans do and enjoy.  Interestingly, my main spirit guide is a thin, tall, blonde, blue eyed male.  Since my far back ancestry is Pleiadian, I wonder if he’s Pleiadian?

And speaking of spirit guides, a gal at work told me to ask my unseen friends/guides to use a symbol to get my attention to let me know I’m on the right path.  I chose butterflies as my symbol/signaling mechanism a few days ago.  Well, ever since, I’m TRIPPING over butterflies!  I’ve even Instagrammed some of them.  Too funny!  While sitting in traffic at a red light I quickly checked Instagram while thinking to myself, “I probably do need to stay in this annoying state and not leave in November” and immediately landed on the picture an East Coast person posted of a beautiful butterfly!  Ask, and ye shall receive and all that.  Ha!

Anyway, the next time you’re at The Bellagio, be on the lookout for tall, super thin, blondes (oh wait…that’s standard there…hahaha) or short greys and say “Welcome to Earth!”

On another random note, I thought it was just Taos that “called” people here to New Mexico, but it seems that is not the case.

I got talking to this artist in Madrid last night who moved there with her artist husband months ago from North or South Dakota.  They were having landlord issues up there and decided to travel around a bit…not expecting that New Mexico would call to them.  They passed through Madrid and the wife literally felt energy in the air.  She said to her husband, “Do you feel that?!”  And he did.  Within three months they’d bought land in Madrid and are now living in a trailer while they build a house.  She said that from the moment they stayed there during that first trip, they made friends instantly, things fell into place easily, etc.

When New Mexico wants you…it wants you.

In Light,

Atheria