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Location Matters

Last month I moved to Santa Fe after living on an isolated reservation for over 3 years.  I’m SO much happier living in an actual town, I realize I should have left Pojoaque when my first 6 month lease expired in the summer of 2017!  (I can’t call Santa Fe a city because I used to live in places like Los Angeles, Portland, and Denver.  LOL)  I am convinced that when a good medium read me in late July 2017 and said that spirit was saying, “You’re in the right church, but wrong pew…the right state, but wrong exact location” she was talking about me needing to move to Santa Fe.  Granted, Taos will always be my special place, but at this point in my life, it’s just not feasible.

Technically, I moved about 19 miles south, which doesn’t seem like that far, but the shift in how I feel and my energy is dramatic.  I thought I was the only one noticing it, but some Santa Fe astrology friends have commented that my energy has clearly changed in one month.  It’s really hard to describe the feeling difference, but it’s palpable.  I am starting to feel aligned with something.  I suspect it may cause me to make other changes in my life too.  (I’m even thinking of changing my name AGAIN…just thinking about it.)  Interestingly, this other astrology friend moved out of Santa Fe to a more remote area north of town because she couldn’t stand how strong Santa Fe’s energy was.  It bothered her.

Years ago I as sitting next to a man on a flight from Los Angeles to Albuquerque who, along with his wife, had gotten another home in Santa Fe.  (They had one in Hawaii that he also mentioned…JEALOUS!)  Up to that point, even living in Hawaii, the wife had never shown any interest in art or any artistic talent.  After being in Santa Fe for a short while, she said to him one day, “I think I want to paint.”  He kind of humored her, and supported the idea.  Anyway, out-of-the-blue, she became this fabulous artist with tons of talent!  Something about Santa Fe triggered this new creativity in her.  I’ve heard other similar stories about both Santa Fe and Taos.

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Picture I took on 1/18/2020 of the trail behind my condo.

I’ve gotten into disagreements with friends regarding locations either positively, or negatively, affecting happiness over the years.  There are those clueless saps who in their Pollyanna way say, “Wherever you go, there you are.  Where you live should not impact happiness and you can be happy anywhere.”  Blah…blah…blah!  What a bunch of bunk!  There are big city people and small town people.  There are introverts and extroverts.  Just yesterday I was talking to a friend who is the opposite of me.  I’ve realized I am miserable out in the middle of nowhere, but she LOVES the idea of moving to a jungle alone with nothing to do.  I have small town friends who freak out in places like New York City.  Actually, my perfect situation…which I mostly have now…is city/town conveniences and things to do, but nature really close by.  I have a great biking/walking trail right behind my condo complex and a nice park across the street.  Plus, other hiking options are not far away…yet right down the street is a mall!  I am someone that feeds off the vitality of a place.  When I was in awesome San Francisco for my birthday in October, I was in heaven in terms of the sensory stimulation and excitement of a city where so much is going on.  And then, I was able to stand by the water and enjoy the waves crashing onto shore and watch cute seals and sea lions playing nearby.

This quick blog post has gone on longer than I planned.  My point is, if you are unhappy living where you live, “You are not a tree…MOVE.”  A different location can make a huge difference in your life.  Since we are energy and places have a certain energy, if we clash with the vibe of a place, it’s not going to be conducive to our success.  Years ago a kinesiologist in Tesuque, New Mexico was muscle testing me while I was visiting from Los Angeles.  He suddenly said that my body told him it was “nature deficient”.  That made me gasp out loud.  For MONTHS I had been saying in Los Angeles that I felt “starved for nature”.  I didn’t have the income to be able to afford to live in Laurel Canyon or one of the other more nature-filled parts of L.A. and was living surrounded by nothing but concrete and buildings.  I hated it.  But, at the close of a decade last month, I think I’ve finally found a good balance of town/nature for me…at least at this point in my journey.

Blessings,

Atheria

 

The HI – OR – NM vortex

Okay, after meeting yet ANOTHER person who has lived in Hawaii, Oregon, and New Mexico…those 3 specific states…there HAS to be something woo-woo going on!  I am not the only person who has noticed this triangle of states that has called certain people.  I’ve lived in New Mexico (three times now) and Oregon.  So, I guess Hawaii is my next stop.  Can I put in a request for Kauai since that is the island that has always “called” me?  So far, I’ve been on Oahu for an hour (changing planes) and the Big Island.  I have seen too many Hawaii license plates here in New Mexico to blow this off.  And I meet people (like a lovely Taos area woman named Lynda today) on a semi-regular basis who have lived in these 3 states.  They have not lived in Washington or Arizona…it’s specifically Oregon, New Mexico, and Hawaii.  In fact, Lynda was living in Hawaii when she unexpectedly moved to New Mexico.  She has a CLASSIC Taos story.

The Cliff Notes version is that while living in Hawaii, she made friends with someone who had a place in Taos, and the person said, “If you’re ever in New Mexico, look me up.”  Well, and I don’t know the details, she was camping out in Pilar (beautiful area south of Taos) later on…and contacted her Taos friend.  The Taos woman told her to come on up.  So, she started to head up there when her vehicle died.  She had to stay in Taos (trust me…there are NO car repair places in Pilar) while her car/truck was repaired, and said to herself, “I can’t leave.”  Like me, she has moved a lot, or as she put it, “Been on the run”…but could not leave Taos.  That darn town does that to people.  I have SO many stories (I need to write a book) about people just passing through…who could not leave!  I’ve met people who have abandoned entire lives on a whim to move to Taos!

When I was moving to Denver in 4/2016 from Albuquerque, and made the fatal mistake of spending a few days in Taos as a last hurrah, I had a total panic attack!  I freaked out and felt, “I AM MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE!  I’M SUPPOSED TO BE IN TINY TAOS (BLECH…WANTED A MAJOR CITY) NOT BIG DENVER!”  I literally unpacked all of my stuff, drove up to Denver to pick up the boxes I’d shipped there, drove back to Taos, and then panicked again.  I realized that Taos would be a bad decision due to the lack of quality jobs and places to live.  I ended up getting a U-Haul and continuing on my way to Denver…which…failed miserably from the night I arrived and stupid Google Maps led me (with a U-Haul truck towing my car) down a dead end street where I became stuck and then grabbed the first roommate situation I could find, which was with a PSYCHOPATH where I had to move out after a week and lose a month’s rent.

Anyway, I’ve gotten totally sidetracked with this post.  If anyone has some input regarding this dynamic between the states of Oregon, Hawaii, and New Mexico, I would love to hear it.  Something funky is going on.  I am extremely curious.

Peace out,

Atheria

Zozobra and making Taos a healing center

After all the years I’ve lived in New Mexico (twice in Albuquerque and now further north) I’ve never gone to the burning of Zozobra.  I totally forgot this year until it was too late.  The burning of Zozobra occurred Friday night in Santa Fe.  For those who don’t know, Zozobra is known as Old Man Gloom.  New Mexico had the ORIGINAL Burning Man…although the one in the Nevada desert has gotten most of the attention.  For weeks beforehand, people from all over New Mexico (and elsewhere) write down their gloomy thoughts and disappointments and all those slips of paper are stuffed inside Zozobra…so that all your bad can be burned away.  It’s rather magickal/pagan, now that I think about it.  But, for anyone that freaks out, just think of it as symbolically releasing all that is gloomy in your life.  I do have to say that New Mexico has some cool traditions!

Here are a couple of Instagram videos others posted and one photo.

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@Regrann from @newmexiconomad – 🌟🌟Featured #Video🌟🌟 from @laura_m_marturano 😃 👍 👏 😍 Zozobra, also known as Old Man Gloom (OMG), is the creation of Will Shuster, one of a group of artists known as the Cinco Pintores, who made their way to New Mexico in the 1920s. Shuster’s creation first appeared in his backyard in 1924 as a six-foot puppet, and over the years, has grown to a towering 50-foot high marionette. Made of muslin and stuffed with hundreds of bags of shredded paper, Zozobra is a dark and eerie character, part ghost and part monster, who was introduced publicly as part of Santa Fe Fiesta events in 1926. Since that time, the people of Santa Fe, families and friends new and old, have annually made their way to Fort Marcy Park, a few blocks from the historic Santa Fe Plaza, to view this one-of-a-kind Labor Day Friday pageant. – #regrann

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As an unrelated side note, and not that I’m biased…okay, I’m biased…Taos is magical.  Anyway, this is a great article on healing and Taos.  Taos should be a healing center.  Actually, it already is in some ways.  I’ve met numerous people who have gone through tremendous transformation there.  It hasn’t always been easy for them to purge and rebirth, but it’s been necessary and beneficial long term.

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.

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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

 

Veer off your path and find magic!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With coffee in hand, I headed to El Santuario.

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

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

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

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

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

When I got home, this is what I saw:

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

Blessings,

Atheria

 

Healing center and caves…

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

 

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Origin in Ojo Caliente, NM

 

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Itty bitty table and chairs at Origin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In light,

Atheria