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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emerald City 4-5-2000

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

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

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

To be continued…

Peace,

Atheria

 

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

Sign of death and being where you’re meant to be

When the thought popped into my head days ago that I should make a Will at age 50, I dismissed it as “nothing but a random thought”.  You’d think I would have learned by now that things that just pop into your head out-of-the-blue actually are messages from spirit.  Now, I don’t know that I’m dying soon for SURE, but I never felt I’d live very long.  I recall thinking I wouldn’t make it to 30.

A couple of days after the making a Last Will and Testament thought, I had a VERY eerie/scary dream.  I don’t recall all of it now, but the important parts were that I saw myself as a naked and dead as this guy was having sex with my lifeless body.  (Didn’t want to even mention that part…but…it seems to be important.)  I was above the scene watching it.  When he turned to look up at me after sensing me witnessing what was going on, he was a demon.  (A few days before this dream, a fellow psychic friend in CA sent me an email asking if I’d just sent her an email with the subject line “Angels and Demons” or something.  She was on her tablet when this flash of an incoming email popped up on her screen.  When she finished what she was doing and went to go look at the supposed email from me…nothing was there.) Then the next part of the dream was seemingly very different.  I was in my house/apartment (in dreams…when I’m in some type of structure like a house it usually means it’s an astral event and not just a regular dream) when this big brown rabbit frantically runs into my house like it was trying to hide from something.  It was followed by a black shaggy dog with an injured hind leg.  Out of curiosity I looked up the meaning of rabbits and dogs and dreams and found this information.

Rabbits seem to be a good omen:

http://astrologyanswers.com/dream-interpretation/dream-dictionary/rabbit/

But, black dogs…especially injured black dogs…can mean death:

http://sleepculture.com/dog-dream-interpretation-meaning/

“An injured dog in a dream suggests that you pay closer attention to yourself and your health or remove yourself from a situation in which you could be hurt.  Black dogs symbolize depression or death, since in many world mythologies, the dog is a guardian of the gates of death or a messenger or guide to the Other Side.”

Some other websites that had black dog meanings…especially injured ones…were a bit more blunt and definitely pointed towards death.

Some friends have said that the death may not be literal but symbolic, that there is a part of me that is about to die as I birth a new chapter.  Hopefully, that’s what it all means…but…my life hasn’t been super great, and living in constant awful pain, I’m ready to go if it’s my time.

That being said (sorry to be a downer), something happened yesterday that I want to mention in order to give others proof that there IS a plan even when we feel totally lost — I’ve felt like I’m 100% rotting lately and that my entire life has been, and is being, wasted.

A week or two ago I signed up for an astrology Meetup group’s gathering at a coffee house in Santa Fe set for yesterday.  When I showed up at 3 p.m. I saw a good sized group and recognized two of the women, so I walked over.  Then I found out that no, my group’s meeting had been canceled (that’ll teach me not to verify on Meetup.com that a meeting is still on) and that they were the newly formed Goofy Spiritualist in Action group.  Loved the name instantly and told them that yes, I’m goofy!  LOL!  They invited me to join them and it ended up being a GREAT group of fun people who want to do a whole bunch of different type spiritual related things.

Now, keep in mind that I was not supposed to come to this meeting.  I showed up by “accident”.

Not long after joining the group, when they were going around the table having people introduce themselves and explain what drew them to join the group, I started noticing my heart starting to race, and someone in spirit trying to force their way in.  I mentioned that I felt like I was about to go into trance and would hold the energy back.  But, they were all very receptive.  I did hold the energy back for a while, but then it got stronger.  I knew it was Lisette, my fairy.  Yes, fairies are real.  I never believed in them until I met her in 2002.  She is a fun, happy,  joyful spirit to channel.  She usually shows up when the mood needs to be lightened.

So, I ended up doing a brief channeled session right in the middle of Tribes Coffee of Lisette, my fairy guide.  It was SO Santa Fe that I’m shaking and gasping and having a different voice come through quite loudly and NO ONE even looked up from their coffee and conversations at the other tables!  LOL!  It didn’t phase them at all!  Ha Ha!  I am truly meant to be here.  (Interestingly, a few people mentioned how much they don’t like Albuquerque’s energy at all and can’t wait to get out of the city when they need to go there…where I lived the 2 prior times I’ve lived in NM.  I was talking to one woman in Taos years ago who DREADED having to go to Albuquerque when she was forced to go to the airport.)  Lisette wanted to come through because she was thrilled with the whole concept of this new upbeat spiritual group.  She was cheering us on.  I don’t remember most of what she said, but supposedly someone is going to type up a synopsis for us.  I do recall her saying that sometimes people are SO serious about spiritual growth that it actually hinders their growth.

Toward the end of the gathering, I got talking to a lovely woman who…not only gave me a needed hug…but also turned out to be the Acquisitions Editor for a book publisher.  As you know, I am intrinsically a writer and have been one since I was a kid.  All over my natal chart there are signs pointing toward me being a writer.  I’ve had a TV show idea and the beginnings of a film idea in my head for eons.  But, I do think I need to focus on book writing as that seems “easier”.  All that formatting and such that’s needed for screenplays seems overwhelming.  Besides, a book can always be adapted and become a screenplay.  I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I was told years ago a reputable source that Hollywood respects book authors more than people who market themselves strictly as screenwriters.  Hopefully that’s not true, but it’s what I was told…since I’ve known very gifted screenwriters.  Anyway, I am going to keep in touch with the woman I met as she sent me a lovely email of support.  I already know that ending up at the meeting yesterday was NOT an accident because I really need to meet more fun, like-minded people as I’ve felt so alone and isolated…and…I’m getting the feeling a door may have opened regarding these books I’ve started and never finished.  At the very least I need to do something with channeled writing that I started many years ago.

Fate is real.  Destiny is real.  There IS a plan for our lives and we should trust that…even when we feel 100% lost.  We’re never REALLY lost.  We’re just taking the scenic route on our path through life instead of the more direct route.  Personally, I need to try to enjoy the scenery more than I have up till now.

In Light,

Atheria

Yep, something’s up!

I recently blogged about that odd event with my head and ears in my new apartment’s kitchen, and woo-woo things are increasingly occurring.  Most of the events happen here at home, where I’m living on Native American land (I’m suspecting that’s part of the trigger), but things are spreading to outlying areas.  Last weekend in Santa Fe I had the head/ears tuning thing happen randomly again while shopping…and last night while at happy hour at the Veterans of Foreign War bar (great place, FYI, and you don’t have to be military) in Los Alamos, my grandpa let me know he was there.  He was in the Army during WWII and worked in Counter Intelligence, so I could feel that he LOVED where I was hanging out.  Granted, communicating with spirits is what I do, but it just seems like I’m hyper aware lately.  As I go about my day, I feel guided and see the purpose behind events as they happen as opposed to 10 years later.  While at home, I’ve had a few psychic “flashes” that have happened a few minutes later.

Also, despite bad insomnia, when I actually DO sleep…I have extremely vivid/realistic and detailed dreams.  I was having some of that while I was mostly raw fooding, but lately I’ve been eating mostly cooked food…so it’s not my diet triggering it.  Last night I had a LONG and bad nightmare.  That wasn’t fun.

Prior to finally falling asleep, I suddenly became aware that I was in my living room near the ceiling, looking down.  I had a mild odd sensation in my physical body that I’ve not felt before.  The extra odd part was that although I felt like I was out of my body in the living room, I could still physically feel my two cats (one on each side) laying next to me in bed…actually, they were both squished into me.  So I was aware of two places at once, and was conscious of the fact that I thought I was slightly astral traveling.  And, unlike many years ago when I started to leave my body during the night and panicked because I thought I was dying (which immediately slammed me back up into my body…from the downward sinking feeling through my bed I was experiencing that scared me), this time, I thought, “Hmmm…did I just die?” with zero fear or angst at all.  I was totally calm about it but just curious.

New Mexico is a magical place.

In light,

Atheria

El Santuario de Chimayo

I decided to make the relaxing drive to El Santuario de Chimayo today as it’s a lovely fall day.  El Santuario de Chimayo is known as “The Lourdes of the Southwest” for good reason.  Documented miraculous healings have taken place at the church since it was built between 1813-1816.  Supposedly, the power is in the dirt…which I’ve gone so far as to have eaten.  I will say that there is SOMETHING there.  The first time I visited the church in 1998 I started tingling throughout my entire body about one mile away.  The closer I got, the stronger the tingling got.  Today I felt subtle tingling while there.  Inside you’ll see abandoned (not needed anymore) crutches and such.  People also post photos of loved ones in need of healing, or those who have passed away.  I love old churches, and even though I’m not Catholic, I can appreciate the strong sense of reverence and spirituality at Chimayo and other old churches like it.

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Here is a link to a truckload of pictures I took today:  https://goo.gl/photos/z2t6pEKWoMSydeyEA

On the way to the little town of Chimayo, I stopped to take some pictures of another lovely old adobe church, Sacred Heart, in Nambe.  I also took some landscape shots along Highway 503, which is part of the beautiful High Road to Taos scenic route.  You can see those photos here:  https://goo.gl/photos/k1LpCzZjY3Vfwcwt5

If you are planning a visit to Northern New Mexico, El Santuario de Chimayo is a must see/feel/experience!

Blessings,

Atheria