Happy Halloween-time, everyone! William Mumler is credited with some of the best spirit photos ever taken. He was an amateur photographer in the late 1800s, after the Civil War, when so many Americans were grieving for so many lost loved ones. Mumler filled a void with his work, especially his most famous photo (top left) […]
I have wanted to stay at the infamously haunted St. James Hotel in Cimarron, NM for a long time and finally took this beautiful autumn weekend to do so. And with 26 deaths as part of its history, it did not let me down!
When you step inside the original part of the hotel (there is a new annex next door for those who like more modern rooms) it’s like you are stepping back into the 1800s. It is very cool. The only thing I didn’t love as the vegan I am, was all the dead animals on the walls everywhere. That was hard to deal with. But, it is also “authentic” for the era. Before I even went inside the hotel, I could feel STRONG spirit energy outside it. I kept feeling like I was being watched from the windows. I fully expected a ghost face to appear!
Soon after checking in on Saturday, while standing in the 2nd floor hallway talking to 3 people who were sitting in the notoriously haunted poker room (where T.J. Wright got shot) about ghosts, I felt this clear as day tap on the top of my head and then I was filled with intense tingling throughout my body. The older woman of the 3 people had stayed at the hotel 6-7 times and each time had something happen…from harmless things to concerning things. The concerning thing was that she blacked out and found herself at the scary staircase about to fall down the stairs when she woke up just in time. I had commented that from the moment I climbed the stairs, I had this overwhelming fear of falling or being thrown down the stairs and made sure to hold onto the handrail. They said they felt that also.
Another weird thing that I experienced, which they had also noticed, is that when you’re walking along the halls upstairs, you have a really hard time keeping your balance. You feel yourself leaning and feel somewhat cockamamie. Granted, the hotel is OLD so there is some floors that are warped a bit, but it was more dramatic of a feeling than that.
Here are tons of photos that I took of the hotel…some taken immediately upon my arrival in the afternoon on Saturday, and some taken Saturday night while I hoped to capture something on camera. I took a few shots of this dining room mirror because another guest had caught a very clear cowboy ghost face in it recently. I didn’t get anything there when I tried though. What I did get on camera occurred in the poker room!
I didn’t notice anything at first when I snapped this nighttime shot of the poker room, but when I reviewed it via my Canon camera’s screen and zoomed in on the window, I saw a man in the left side of the window really clearly…from the top of head to about mid torso…and then noticed a possible dark glasses wearing male face on the right side of the window. Here’s the full image first.
Here is a cropped close up of the window.
The annoying thing is that here on the Web the images don’t show up as well. On my camera they were easily visible. Here I’ve outlined their faces. The one on the left where more of him can be seen seems to be bundled up in a coat with possible scarf, like he’s cold.
If you stand back a bit it’s easier to make out the 2 ghosts.
I stayed in room #22 and around 1:30 a.m. I heard slow moving footsteps in the hallway as the floorboards creaked noticeably. Then I heard 2 distinct and somewhat calm knocks on a door. As I laid in my bed getting scared, I was saying to myself, “Please let that be someone coming back to their room late. Please let a room door get opened by their traveling partner to let them inside. Please let this not be a ghost.” LOL! When I didn’t hear any room door open and close (because the doors are old, they do not open or close quietly) I got really scared! Granted, I trance channel ETs and fairies, but as intrigued as I am by ghosts, they scare me. 😉 So, I started praying with my heart racing, “Please don’t knock on my door. Please don’t knock on my door!” Luckily, my door did not get knocked on. I mean, what should I have done? Answered it and said hello? LOL
The next morning I asked the only other people staying in a room on my wing if they had come in around 1:30 a.m. and they said nope, that they’d been in their room since much earlier…sound asleep. They didn’t hear the footsteps or knocks. I ran into the 3 people from earlier (poker room people) and the older woman said she heard creaking footsteps in her hallway during the night with 2 gentle but distinct knocks like I heard. She said she heard lots of what sounded like cowboy boot wearing footsteps all night long, actually.
I then met this other really nice couple who got fabulous EVPs on tape! I don’t know why it didn’t even dawn on me to try to get EVPs! What an amateur ghost hunter I am! (I quickly tried later in the poker room but the maid service person was making too much noise. That being said, an odd thing did happen where while I sat there with my eyes closed, both eyes rapidly went side to side and I couldn’t stop them.) They said they would send them to the hotel to put in its website, so I hope they do. They got their spirit voices on tape while in the poker room. The husband brought a toy gun into the room and put it on the table trying to trigger the spirits. It worked. One voice is heard asking, “What caliber?” Another one warned them with something like, “You shouldn’t do that.” I didn’t get to actually hear the recordings, so I’m anxious to hear! The wife said that one time when they were staying in Mary’s room (lots happens in that room) she was putting on her make-up when a ghost lifted up her hair dramatically. She was so freaked out, she ran out of the room with only half of her face done. HA HA!
I was talking to this one hotel employee who told me his co-worker was redoing one of the rooms (they are renovating the hotel) when the plastic tarp he’d put down suddenly moved away from him. He just thought his foot had caused it to move and went back to painting the baseboards. But then the plastic started moving again and when he turned around, he witnessed the plastic UPRIGHT in the air like someone was holding it and pulling it away from him! He’s so nervous now, whenever he has to do work in any room, he says something out loud first like, “Okay, Annie (Oakley), I need to work on your room. Please leave me alone.” Hehehe…
T.J. Wright’s room #18 is SO strongly haunted they won’t even rent the room out and keep it locked…intact from what it was like over a hundred years ago. People leave T.J. shots of whiskey on top of the door, and an employee said that anyone who dared to take the whiskey would be super stupid. They let the whiskey gradually disappear/evaporate. Here is T.J.’s door. See the 2 shot glasses on top?
I will definitely go back to the St. James. It is super cool. Next time I’ll try to catch some EVPs on tape though!
If you are bored and have time to look at some other photos, here are shots of Cimarron and also of the Taos area while driving to Cimarron…along with some Instagram videos of the pretty drive. I came upon lots of deer.
DEER VIDEO – You “shouldn’t” need to have an Instagram account to view.
I do have to say that when I got near the Philmont Scout Ranch in Cimarron, the energy was really creepy weird. I didn’t like it at all even though it was a pretty area. It felt covert like the Los Alamos area feels like to me. I mentioned that to someone else, and she totally agreed and had noticed it too. For one thing, there are big wire fences for miles and miles with threatening “Do Not Trespass” signs. And, there was this suspicious window-less building that had this huge door on one end. There were some other suspicious looking buildings too. It reminded me of some secret government area…but I also suspect the Boy Scouts of something. I know the people who run the place got in trouble a few years ago after some boys accused them of abuse.
Ghost hunting-ly yours,
A huge thanks to my psychic medium friend in Denver for turning me onto Dr. Robert Morse! I can’t believe I’ve never heard of him before. Not only is he a huge raw fruit and veggie fan from a health standpoint, but he also addresses the energetic, spiritual, and soul aspect of food. Dr. Morse is a wonderful mixture of awesome nutritional/health info combined with the spiritual importance of food as we ARE vibrational beings. He’s got truckloads of videos to watch. I started off with this one that mentions hypoglycemia, since I am hypoglycemic. I recently had major improvement in a few health issues by cutting out grains, beans (except peanuts), and potatoes…but have also cut way back in carbohydrates…which is starting to backfire and I don’t see a low carb diet as sustainable long term. After watching some of Dr. Morse’s videos, I think the improvements I’ve noticed with my edema, digestion, and blood sugar are from cutting out grains, beans, and taters….NOT the low carb/high fat aspect. I will increase my fruit intake and cut back on tons of nut/seed butters tomorrow to see how I feel.
As a follow-up to an earlier post about the suspected vortex in my kitchen…well…yep…something is definitely going on in my apartment. I tried to find a neighbor this evening to ask if they’ve been having weird things happen, but, oddly, no one was around! I will ask whenever I do see someone though and post in the comments section. Anyway, last week I had this BOOM/BANG happen so freaking loud in my left ear during the night after a very vivid dream that I literally jumped a foot off the bed. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but I JUMPED. Now, my right ear is normally my clairaudient ear, so that made it even weirder. I wrote it off as just some new “adjustment” of my energy system, but last night just before 1 a.m. and after another very vivid dream (normally I don’t dream much), there was loud banging in what sounded like the bathroom. Now this I heard externally…like with my regular ears…where the left ear boom last week felt more internal/clairaudient. I was too tired to get up and look and found the noise in the bathroom just annoying, not scary by any means. Then, two minutes later, there is banging and cabinet door slamming going on in the kitchen. At that point, I just assumed it was Bleu being a pain in the butt. My male lynx point Siamese has an aggravating habit of trying to get into cabinets by pulling the doors and slamming them numerous times before he can fling them open far enough to actually climb into the cabinet. Just as I was about to get up and stagger into the kitchen to tell him to stop it, I saw him sleeping…or at least laying…underneath the bedroom window. UH OH. Unless he was having an OBE and was in the kitchen that way, it wasn’t him.
One person suggested that I might be causing the poltergeist/ghost activity, but I always think of that as what happens with kids around puberty age. Granted, I’m now at the other end of the hormone spectrum and major estrogen/progesterone shifts are happening, but I am not convinced it’s me causing it. I do live on tribal land, but from what I know, this property was never a burial ground or anything like that.
I will say that since my guides gave me a very specific image to meditate on (not that I’m disciplined enough to actually meditate DAILY like I should) 2-3 weeks ago, some really cool stuff has been happening. It’s definitely activating something. My clairvoyance has never been my strongest gift, but lately it’s been opening up dramatically. I’m seeing movies in my head of stuff happening, for example. And I can clearly feel energy swirling around my head when I focus on the image. Also, I’ve been feeling like both of my ears are being tuned or something lately. That is hard to explain in words.
After the visit with Alora and friends at Chaco Canyon, I have clearly felt my Pleiadian friends around A LOT. I still don’t know why they feel the need to pull on my 3rd eye while driving though. That’s been happening for many years (started in Los Angeles) but is increasing. Now I just say out loud (thank God I have tinted windows so fellow drivers can’t see me talking to myself…haha), “I know you’re there. Do you really need to do this now?!” They then back off. In Los Angeles long ago, one morning while driving on Beverly Blvd. it was so annoying…the sensation of my consciousness being pulled out of my forehead…that I yelled, “I know you’re there! Let me see you!” And, sure enough, BLIP! There was a 1 second flash of a UFO right ahead of me.
And speaking of Los Angeles, I’ve been remotely considering moving back to the L.A. area but after what happened in much smaller Albuquerque last weekend, I’m not sure I can handle a HUGE city like Los Angeles now. Granted, ABQ has major crime and other problems, but the way the energy of the city affected me was not good. At first I got distracted with real shopping malls and distractions like that, which I do miss up here where I live…but quickly the joy of Victoria’s Secret and Forever 21 wore off. Once I stepped outside Coronado Center, I felt almost attacked with hostile, stressful, angry energy. I couldn’t take it. I forced myself to quickly go to Old Town ABQ because I love that area, but rushed through it as fast as I could (taking lots of pictures for Instagram). I literally said to myself, “Get me the heck out of here and back to the rez!” I couldn’t get out of Albuquerque fast enough. The shift in energy once I got about 20 miles from Santa Fe was dramatically better. I’m concerned that my system has gotten used to much less populated places where there is a lot more nature and that I may never be able to handle an exciting major city again. Okay, I just read that and can’t help but think, “And that’s a BAD thing WHY? Don’t forget, when you used to live in Los Angeles, a holistic doctor in Tesuque diagnosed you with NATURE DEFICIENCY.” I’m not kidding. Through kinesiology my body told him I was nature deficient. For months and months I had been saying to my sister that I felt starved for nature…and…yep.
This post has been all over the place, but the Cliff Notes version is: Eat lots of fruit, live in a small town surrounded my nature, and do energetic protection daily while letting ghosts and/or ETs know who’s boss. 🙂
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.
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:
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.
Years ago in Los Angeles I went for a reading (because we psychics can’t read ourselves…annoyingly…and I wasn’t totally aware of just how weird my life was going to get back then — hadn’t started channeling yet) with medium Eddie Cabral and it turned out to be a very interesting session. Amongst the many interesting things he told me that hour, he brought through the spirit of my brother. Now, that wouldn’t be shocking except for the fact that I didn’t have a brother who died…or so I thought. As I was sitting there listening to what Eddie was saying, all I could think of at first was that there was just me and my younger sister as siblings. All of a sudden, though, I had this AH HA moment where I remembered that after my sister was born, mom did get pregnant again…but had a miscarriage that was pretty bad. (Well, all miscarriages are bad.) Mom had wanted to have 4 kids, but after the miscarriage and complications…opted to stop at the 2 daughters she had. (Eerily, years later during a surgery mom was undergoing, doctors found what they called a “hairy tooth” inside her that they suspected was the twin of the other baby she lost…although that was never totally proven.) So Eddie was passing along messages from the pregnancy mom lost. The baby would have been a boy had its soul not had to leave early for some reason.
To get back to what Eddie was bringing through, the spirit of my brother exclaimed…somewhat jealously, “You got the pearls! You got the pearls!” I was like, “What pearls?” Clearly he felt that HE was meant to get the pearls had he been born. Eddie and I realized that this spirit did not mean literal pearls. The pearls were symbolic meaning a special spiritual gift. I just found this information when I Googled pearl symbolism. http://www.allaboutheaven.org/symbols/496/123/pearl
Now, many years later, I am feeling a stronger and stronger pull to do more important work than the office work that has been my main livelihood for decades. I’ve been highly underutilizing my pearls. I’m actually going to meditate like I should have been doing regularly long ago as I look for clarity and direction from spirit. Maybe my brother on the Other Side can help. This story I shared goes to show you that even when a spirit doesn’t make it to physical birth…or if it passes quickly after being born…it continues to live on and grow up on the Other Side.
On another note, I blogged recently about how I have been having things happen here in my new apartment that have led me to believe there is some kind of vortex in the kitchen or, at the very least, that it’s haunted. Last night there were more noises in the kitchen and then my necklaces that are hanging on hooks on my bedroom closet door suddenly all were strongly shaking around loudly in the wee hours of the morning. Now, Bleu MIGHT have caused the necklaces to shake around if he quickly pushed open the door…but I didn’t catch him in the act. But, while brushing my teeth this morning in the bathroom, I turned toward the door and clearly saw a ball of light…low to the floor…go in front of the bathroom door from the living room into the bedroom! I’ve been telling Bodhi and Karma (2 of my cats that passed away years ago) how much I miss them lately, so my friends and I are wondering if it was one of my fur babies in spirit stopping by. I sure hope so.
I have a feeling this blog is going to become an online diary. If you lose interest, I fully understand, but I also feel there is value in typing out what I’m going through in the hope that if I can help even one other person…I’ve served my purpose.
For those of you who don’t know, I have lived in constant pain in my head and neck since Oct. 1, 1995 due to a whiplash type injury. Over 100 MDs, healers, shamans, chiropractors, acupuncturists, craniosacral therapists, prolotherapy practitioners, past-life regressionists (I’ve died by my neck at least 5 times), etc. have not been able to help me and can’t figure out my MRIs. The headache and neck pain has been REALLY bad again lately, so besides buying the yoga headstand bench I got yesterday (which I think IS helping a little), I decided to put two large quartz crystals next to my pillow last night to see if they would help. Due to lots of worry about getting a day job lately, my insomnia has been bad, so I was awake most of the night. I jumped up in the middle of the night when I heard a car alarm going off that sounded like it was coming from where my car is parked. I looked out the window and didn’t see any sign of any car’s lights flashing, etc. and headed back to bed….whereupon I noticed the time was exactly 4:44 a.m. Of course it was 4:44 a.m.! (See other posts about 444.) For the rest of the night I dozed and then woke and then dozed and then woke. I think I was often in that very receptive state between being fully awake and asleep. I heard 2 pretty loud noises that sounded like they were within my apartment, a BANG and then something else I can’t really remember now. Because of what happened next, I feel I was probably out of body and the noises were related to astral stuff or re-entering my body, etc. At one point I woke up with my heart racing really bad, which makes sense.
Anyway, I ended up having a “dream” in the wee hours of the morning where I was back in Albuquerque spying on my ex house to see if the current owner was taking care of it. I’ll skip those details because the important part was that all of a sudden, my childhood friend who passed away a year ago this month suddenly walked up to me. She looked healthy and beautiful. I was lucid because I knew, “XXX crossed over” as I talked to her. When she was on the Earth plane, she was a very hard worker and very devoted to her important job. In this dream that wasn’t a dream, she told me that she was concerned about some stuff that’s going on with her old job and asked me if I would help her. (That is SO her to still be worried about her old job.) She said that she’d conference call me with some other person “Sunday morning at 8 a.m.” Keep in mind that today is Saturday, so she meant tomorrow morning. The lucid dream/astral event was in color and very vivid. Everything was distinct. There was no iffy-ness. I had totally forgotten until someone mentioned it today that late yesterday was a special full moon and eclipse! Talking to a fellow medium today, she did feel the crystals may have empowered an already powerful time. Because I know that our loved ones on the Other Side do sometimes use electronics like phones to get through to us (they can feed off the electricity) I think it’s really possible that my cell phone is going to ring at 8 a.m. tomorrow! Needless to say, I’m going to be staring at it starting around 7:55 a.m. I was advised to go into meditation, though, as XXX may not have meant call in a literal phone call way, but possibly just that she’ll “call” me mentally. Even if I don’t get a call, it was so wonderful to see her looking so healthy and happy in spirit. That gives me peace in knowing she’s well over there.
I met with a fellow medium today at her house after her guides told her that I needed help. That’s true. I’m struggling bad. Because the “day job” search has been so hard and demoralizing, I’m getting very scared that I’ll lose everything and have been questioning if moving to Denver was a huge mistake. We spent hours together talking about various and sundry things, including writing. She referred me to 2 books about writing (Anne Lamott’s “Bird by Bird – Some Instructions on Writing and Life” and Stephen King’s “On Writing – A Memoir of the Craft”) (Another screenwriter/psychic friend recommended Pam Douglas’ “Writing the TV Drama Series 3rd Edition – How to Succeed as a Professional Writer in TV”) I told her that I’ve got a metaphysical dramedy TV show idea that would be easier to write at this point (it’s clearer to me) and that I’ve had a metaphysical dramatic film idea in my head for decades that I’m stuck on regarding one major plot point. She picked up that why I’m stuck on the plot is because I’m not wanting to face some aspect of myself. I had never thought of that, but I do need to look at that possibility. That led us into a discussion about how any good writer has to write from their innermost self…warts and all. Being a writer has got to be THE most revealing career out there. Acting is a close second. When I started to talk about this old film idea that’s been in the back of my head since the early/mid 1990s, I began to cry. The film feels IMPORTANT. It’s an Academy Award winning film…I FEEL it. And it needs me to write it but I’ve gotten in my own damn way. Wayne Dyer’s, “Don’t die with your music still in you.” is playing through my mind. I will admit that my reaction to talking about the movie idea caught me off guard. The swell of emotion startled me.
During my hours with my friend, my channeling also came up and she gave some intuitive advice about that to make it physically easier on me…and possibly to actually use it to heal my head and neck pain. She picked up that my maternal grandpa is my gatekeeper, which was a surprise yet not. Grandpa has shown up quite a few times over the years, but I didn’t realize he was the one leading things and protecting me. In his Earthly life, he was NOT into metaphysical stuff at all. So it’s kind of funny that now he’s VERY into it. She not only convinced me that yes, I am indeed supposed to be in Denver, but offered to help me get out there so-to-speak regarding my channeling. She KINDLY offered to be my grounded anchor and tape me while I’m in trance. Like some others, she doesn’t think it’s a great idea to fully trance channel when alone as I may not come back. (With the physical pain I’m in, it’s tempting to not come back into my body let me tell you.) Well known channels like Jane Roberts, Edgar Cayce, Esther Hicks, etc. always had someone else there to guide, ask questions, take notes, videotape, ground, etc. My friend’s offer to help is heartwarming and very generous and I’ll take her up on it.
During this past Tuesday’s meeting of Quantum Spiritology where we practiced reading auras, one of the things a couple of people saw in my aura was a snake. They felt it meant that I was in the midst of a major transformation. I suddenly feel that’s true. Transformations can be very painful, and I’ve been experiencing increased physical pain, and also emotional pain. Because of a friend’s benefits from taking up running recently, I got the urge to go run. I’ve been devoted to daily yoga since late March or early April 2014, but have to admit that lately I’m getting bored (despite the wonderful benefits) and feel like I need to really MOVE more…that slow, static exercise has run its course with me. (Not saying I’m quitting yoga totally.) Now, I’m going to blame being at 5,280 feet elevation for my lack of cardiovascular endurance, but I could only run for 15 minutes. That being said, it felt so good to RUN…RUN LIKE THE WIND…TO BE FREE AGAIN. (Shout out to Christopher Cross.) I was born in the Chinese year of the Fire Horse after all! While running and listening to Loreena McKennitt’s station on Pandora, suddenly this beautiful song came on that was a mixture of Canon in D (one of my favorite songs EVER) and a U2 song called “Pachelbel meets U2” and I started to cry. Tears streamed down my face as I ran. The realization that I am going through a painful rebirth to become my TRUE SELF hit me like a ton of bricks. I am shedding my old self like a snake sheds its skin. The running helped me to release crap held inside. Now I know why runners get addicted to running. There is indeed something about running you don’t get from other exercise. It’s symbolic in a way. Then, as if I wasn’t already crying, the next song that came on Pandora was “Cristifori’s Dream” and that sent me over the edge. Gorgeous, soul stirring music.
A writer must be willing to bare their soul. And you wouldn’t dream it if it wasn’t something you’re supposed to do. Everyone has different dreams for a reason.
Okay, today’s blog is a total hodgepodge. I’m all over the place right now! I’m typing this as stream of consciousness. Ha! It all started last night…well, not really. It started earlier yesterday when a friend randomly texted me this story about Celestial Seasonings Tea, which mentions The Urantia Book. I heard of The Urantia Book many years ago when I lived in Los Angeles, and was curious about the fact it’s supposed to contain all the answers to the mysteries of the universe or something, but at over 2,000 pages thick…I just didn’t have the fortitude to read it. I have a short attention span! Anyway, something about the book tugged at me while reading the article my friend sent about the origins of Sleepytime Tea.
Then today, I went to a special meeting of the NM UFO/Paranormal Forum with passing through Albuquerque on his way to Scottsdale speaker, Ret. Colonel Donald Ware. Right at the beginning of his interesting talk, he mentioned The Urantia Book and had copies there for sale! That book coming up twice in two days is just a little too weird to ignore. So, obviously, someone wants me to read it. Couldn’t they want me to read something that’s not 2,000+ pages?! You can download the book for free here, and there are also downloadable .mp3 audio files too. If my commute to/from work was longer, I’d download the audio files.
Don Ware is a very experienced, knowledgeable, and interesting man. To be honest, I had a hard time keeping up. But, when he started talking about Colorado Springs and how the Star Wars City was there…I suddenly got smacked around by my unseen friends who wanted me to focus. Colorado Springs is visually very pretty, but when I’ve been there, the energy is SO weird to me I just don’t like being there. The best way to describe it is “covert” and “Stepford Wives” ish. I saw these people that literally look like they stepped right out of the film. Think automatons. Nice, but automatons. Los Alamos also has very strange energy, a kind of “covert” energy…which makes sense with its history. (Also, if you’ve ever been to Los Alamos on a weekend, it’s EERILY vacant!)
As I was trying to get myself together after my spirit friends whacked me around (they can be very pushy and disorientating) because of what Don was saying about Colorado Springs, suddenly…UH OH…I was starting to leave the room. I got that all too familiar heart racing, rapid breathing, shaking, etc. sign(s) that I was about to go into trance. Yes, someone was being triggered to come in. I was in my chair deep breathing and clenching my chair, then my hands together to hold them back since it wasn’t appropriate to channel during Don’s talk. I didn’t know what was causing this until I looked up and saw on the screen that Don was talking about missing Malaysian flight MH 370! Then it was REALLY hard to hold back my unseen friends! Much of what Don said about what REALLY happened regarding that plane matched up with what I had channeled about it back in 2014! You can see me talk about MH 370 during this trance session here. (Not the best quality video.) Let me tell you, that gave me the heebie jeebies! To say that the plane just crashed like any other plane crash is totally inaccurate by a long shot!
Don talked about the New Berlin/New Germany that is inside the Earth, if I understood things correctly. I’m going to be honest and say I’ve always been very skeptical about stories regarding beings living inside planet Earth. But, Don Ware made me at least consider the possibility today. I think my head is going to explode. I think he said that most of the people inside MH 370 were taken to New Berlin. I had mentioned in trance that the plane went into another dimension.
Here is an almost 2 hour talk by Don back in 2014: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL_pTaiJZHo
Here are pictures from today:
Something that stuck with me is when Don mentioned this other ex military/government man…who…when on his deathbed, said something like, “Whatever you can dream of…we can already do.” The USA, and other countries, have been building flying saucers and such for a LONG time, not to mention doing other miraculous things thanks to technology we’ve gotten from ETs. The funny part was when he mentioned that Russia captured 6 ETs and thought they could just hold them captive. Ha! The ETs just disappeared. 😉
Now, going back to yesterday, in the middle of the night I heard what sounded like someone either inside my closet trying to get out, or someone outside my closet trying to get in. I kept hearing what sounded like someone pulling aggressively on my bedroom closet door knob rapidly, back and forth…back and forth. This went on for an annoyingly long time. I don’t know why it didn’t freak me out immediately, but it didn’t. Finally, I just got tired of the noise and sat up in bed to see what the hell was going on. Of course, the moment I did, it stopped and there was silence. Classic. I laid back down and about a minute later, it started up again! But, thankfully, it stopped for good about a minute after that. I don’t know if it was a ghost or some ET messing with me or what, but when I was telling a friend today what happened, it came to me that maybe someone in spirit (probably Uncle Chuckie…who has been known to knock and ring my doorbell in the night) was trying to tell me something symbolically. I said, “Maybe Chuckie (or whoever) was trying to tell me to OPEN THE DOOR MYSELF instead of waiting for a door to open in order to move forward in my very stuck life. I have to admit, regarding leaving New Mexico, I’ve been looking for a door to open somewhere…anywhere…but there’s been nothing but no doors or slammed shut doors. I was hit with a spiritual “whack” when I said this to my friend. So, yep, I’m supposed to create and/or open a door myself. Lovely. Have I mentioned that I’m a scaredy cat and not particularly a leader? I’m much more of a follower. 🙂 This whole being forced to grow things is just annoying. My guides did not pick the right person for this work…I say begrudgingly. 😉
Until next time,