This video of Clifford Mahooty has been showing up every time I search YouTube for things the past week. Although the title intrigued me, because the video is over 2 hours long I didn’t click on it. But, it came up again tonight so I decided to start playing it while doing my hour of yoga. Well, WOW is his talk fascinating! You have to watch this if you have a curious bone in your body. He talks about everything from UFOs to the poles shifting, cats seeing interdenominationally…and Trump, who he refers to as a “trickster”.
I almost fell out of a yoga pose when he said that Los Alamos (of all places) is a portal for ALL medicine men! “The star people came out of Los Alamos….Bandelier.” Holy moly!
I need to drive to the Zuni pueblo. There are people who can look into you via looking through a glass jar to see what’s going on inside you. Maybe they can see what’s causing the 24/7 awful headache and neck pain that no doctors can figure out after whiplash.
He does mention Chaco Canyon during this talk, and I’ve been feeling very called to camp out there again. I’d go this weekend, but I’ve got too much going on. I will go later this month or in September. The pull is STRONG. Last August or September when I camped out, I was visited by an ET. I wish I could recall what she said to me, but I can’t remember. I do know I was told something very specific.
It’s really interesting just how blatant ET/UFO contact has been over the centuries with Southwestern USA Native Americans. There are tons of old drawings that are clearly aliens and UFOs. And, they have stories passed down through generations that are clearly about aliens.
Well, I’ll stop rambling on so you can watch the video.
Ipa, Sampa (Peace)…
I just happened (yeah, riiiiight…just HAPPENED) to grab a free magazine in Taos Ski Valley on the 23rd of March that listed healers, MDs, chiropractors, etc. in the Taos area. While flipping through it, a one page ad shared by two Native American grandmothers (that term was significant to me because of a dream I had in September of 2016) jumped out at me. I was very drawn to write to both of them about my dream, that clearly felt beyond being a normal dream…that it was a message from spirit. Both women very kindly replied, but Sandra’s message to me hit my heart hard. My soul knew she was right, although my ego fought what she told me. I decided to have a shamanic healing session with her today, and it was powerful. I’m so thankful I’ve been led to her. She is a truly lovely soul.
I have to admit, during the shamanic healing session, I started to get concerned about how much energy from her it seemingly used. (I later learned that healing sessions don’t drain her at all, but actually fill her with energy.) From an outsider’s standpoint, you’d think she’d be exhausted at the end, but, nope! From the moment I walked into her lovely hogan, I started to feel the tingling of spirit. During the session, I definitely felt a lot of tingling, especially at the back of my head and neck…where I have major damage that causes my constant migraine and neck pain for 22.5 years (as of today). I had some involuntary muscle movement, and twice I felt a very sharp (knife like) pain at the base of my skull on the right hand side (my damage is more on the right than left) and on the right side of the base of my neck. This did not scare me at all. I actually took it as a good sign that spirit was doing a type of psychic surgery on me.
During the session, I picked up a name that was very distinct. At first I brushed it off as nothing, but later, it came back again…urgently. So, when the session was over, I asked Sandra if XXXXX (not posting it) meant something to her, and it definitely did…causing her to get the chills. I was honored to be able to give her something in return for all that she gave me today. She cleared out a lot of gunk in my chakras and energy body (not shocking that I was full of gunk) and did soul retrieval work on me. At least 3 chunks of my soul had taken off and needed to be called back. Interestingly, I learned that anytime you are put under general anesthesia, there is a risk of having your soul vamoose. As one anesthesiologist told me a while ago, “Anesthesia is CONTROLLED DEATH.” That’s actually true. You have to be made unconscious enough to not feel the surgery, but not so unconscious you die. Sandra explained that sometimes being so close to death kind of confuses your soul and it’s easy to have some of it wander off. Now, I’m waaaaay oversimplifying what she explained, but you get the drift.
Immediately after the session today, my headache was BAD. But, that is typical. Whenever I’ve had any kind of treatments done on my head/neck, at first the pain is worse due to it being aggravated. I know that movement of energy happened today, so I was not alarmed by my pain level being up. In fact, hours later, the pain is lowering again. It’s hard to explain, but I feel lighter right now. I feel a shift in a good way. I’m curious to see if anything happens during my sleep…which is definitely possible. Any changes that will stem from today’s session may be gradual.
Because she’d not asked permission to bring forth my spirit animal, she didn’t do that today. But, I would definitely like to get another session to have her do that. It can be very empowering to meet and really bond with your spirit animal guardian. In a meditation years ago where I was to meet my main spirit guide, I also saw a gorgeous black jaguar. And, I had mountain lions/cougars show up in an Albuquerque healing session years ago, and in photos of me in Carmel, CA. (I also had a medicine wheel show up in one Los Angeles hiking picture!) So, I do suspect my spirit animal is a big cat of some sort.
If you are in the Taos/Arroyo Hondo area of New Mexico and want to have a great shamanic healing session, I would highly recommend Sandra “Sandy” Chestnutt of Earth Walk Medicine.
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.
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!
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.
Many years ago in Los Angeles I was honored to have the amazing soul known as Sitting Bull show up during a channeling practice session. He, along with White Feather, just came through for an end of 2016 message about the situation with the Standing Rock people. His request of everyone, and his warning to all people…should be heeded.
It takes me almost 3 minutes to be able to speak. Sorry I don’t have video editing ability here! And, try to ignore Chakra getting in the way! And please disregard the bags under my eyes. I’ve not been sleeping again lately.
May 2017 be a much better year than 2016. Blessings to all…
I swear my blog isn’t totally about Taos, but it is on my mind more and more…to the point I dreamed of it last night, very vividly. Now I’m struggling to make sense of it. I should have immediately written it down or recorded it so as not to forget, but I was stupidly lazy so now my memory isn’t totally clear.
I had driven a big converted bus (or something cumbersome) that I seemed to be living inside of down to Taos but there was a storm and it either got stuck in mud or started sliding backwards in mud down a hill or something. I forgot how, but somehow I got it out of that bad situation and made it to Taos. Once there, I met 3…I think 3, Native American women and we sat talking in a semi circle. I suspect I was on Taos Pueblo, but am not 100% sure. They told me they read a fabulous article about me in The Taos News. I had no idea a story about me was being written! Then they said that Grandmother wanted to talk to me. I don’t think this referred to Grandmother Jean. I feel it was someone or something else.
A friend of mine in Taos suspects Grandmother refers to Taos Mountain. I do talk to it, as I’ve mentioned before. She has suggested I drive back down (4.5 hours…ugh) to Taos, sit next the Taos Pueblo’s river, and not only TALK to the mountain, but actually shut up and listen for once. I’m kind of afraid of what I might hear. I have a feeling that if Taos Mountain IS the “Grandmother” referred to, it’ll tell me it’s time to walk away from the life I’ve known. That it’s time to become my soul’s truth.