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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.)



Origin in Ojo Caliente, NM



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.





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



Numbers as spirit communication…

I’ve posted before about the number 444 being a sign from angels and think I’ve mentioned 555 being a sign meaning that “changes are coming” and 333 meaning that masters (Jesus, Buddha, etc.) are with you.  Well, after coming back from a Labor Day weekend trip up to Denver, Boulder, Colorado Springs, and Manitou Springs, where I fell in LOVE with Boulder and Denver, especially, I impulsively put my house up for sale.  Now, Albuquerque’s real estate market is not great, and on the west side where my house was, it’s even worse.  I said to God, “If I’m meant to move out of Albuquerque then you’ll make my house sell fast.  I’ve I’m not meant to leave, it’ll sit on the market for eons.”  It sold in one week to the first person who looked at it.  That is unheard of in that neighborhood!  Everything fell SO into place, it was downright weird.  The only glitch came when it was inspected and issues I’d been clueless about showed up.  But get this, my birthday is October 20th, my realtor’s birthday is October 20th, the buyer picked October 20th to close, and the guy who rented me the U-Haul to move out of the house with’s birthday is October 20th!  TOO COINCIDENTAL TO BE IGNORED.  Now, selling the house I loved and was so proud to buy in May 2010 was not easy for me emotionally, and I kept questioning if getting an apartment closer to work while I looked for jobs out of state was the right thing do to.  But, with synchronicities like that, I “knew” I was being led.  I also kept getting a lot of 555s and then starting a day or two before closing, I was getting lots of 777s.  I looked 777 up and it signifies that you are starting to walk on the path to your true purpose.  I just need to be FREE right now.  I didn’t want the responsibility of home ownership anymore and I didn’t want to be rooted (not to mention my 21 miles each way drive to/from work was getting old).  My soul needs freedom big time.

I got together with this great woman I met a year ago earlier this week and found out that she was almost killed in September when, as a pedestrian, she was hit by a speeding hit-and-run car.  She is convinced that if she hadn’t dove out of the way as best she could, she’d be dead…and I tend to feel she’s right.  She still ended up with shattered bones, but she’s alive.  Because of that experience where she’d been warned at least 3 times by a voice not to park her car where she parked it (as she’d have to cross busy Central in order to get to the restaurant), she’s never ignoring warnings by her unseen friends again.  Good!  Anyway, the near death experience has made her want to do something more important with her life, and she wants to open up a healing center here in New Mexico.  Before she moved here in 2011 due to “coincidental” events, she’d had a dream of this certain view, which included a road, and she heard a voice say something like “This place is a refuge where people come who need to heal their souls.”  While standing in Placitas, she saw a view that was similar to what she’d seen in the dream, but it wasn’t quite it.  She intuits that this healing center is supposed to be somewhere between Albuquerque and Taos.  When she said that to me, BAM!  I was hit with STRONG tingling and felt it’s supposed to be Taos.  While talking about this dream of hers to create a healing refuge, I was hit with spirit tingling a few times.  It was getting downright annoying because it’s like being whacked in the head with a book.  HA!  In fact, one of my guides actually DOES hit me in the head with a book.  She thinks Ojo Caliente is also close, but no cigar, to being the area.  We both agreed that the Jemez Mountains area has wonderful energy, but my gut (and another intuitive friend) feels it’s either in Taos or right near Taos…..not that as a Taos lover I’m biased or anything. 🙂

Here I’m trying to move out of New Mexico (aiming for Colorado, although Tucson is suddenly showing up the past few days) and all of a sudden I’m not so sure I’m supposed to leave!  I think I’m supposed to help her create a healing place here somewhere.  Of course, the issue is $$$…how to fund it.  But, if it’s meant to happen, it will be arranged.  I have learned that.  When I had a reading by the VERY gifted Karen Fay in Vermont (via phone) in late September, she told me that I was going to be moving twice…once locally (and she described the 4plex I ended up in) and then once much further away.  She thought I’d be moving out of state but wasn’t 100% sure it would be out of state.  Well, Taos is a 2 hour and 25 minute drive north heading toward Colorado.  It’s possible the move is to Taos.  Of course, the funny thing is that I have been wanting a BIGGER city as I’m bored here, not a town of 5,000 people.  But, do you know how to make God laugh?  Tell him your plans.  I should mention that both she and I do not like cold weather.  UH OH.

I’m trying to go with the flow and allow myself to be led.  I met one of my new neighbors last night, and as fate would have it, she not only makes bamboo flutes (cool) but she is very metaphysical and totally into my “stuff”…..pendulum use and creating your reality and all.  She said to me that this apartment is a rest stop for me, and I do kind of feel that way about it.  I don’t think I’ll be here that long.  We had a great talk about the healing center idea and more.  It’s clear we needed to meet, just like I needed to meet my car accident friend last year in a bar.

I’ve heard it said about New Mexico that the desolateness of so much of the state (although not all by far) and the lack of external distractions, the quiet, etc. is intentional…that this state forces people to go inside and it creates healing in people.  When my friend used the word refuge, referring to this place, it really hit me as being the truth.  This powerful land that is New Mexico is indeed a refuge for people who have been beaten down and exhausted at a soul level and need to heal.  I am curious about what will happen.

Before going, I’m returning to using my soul name, Atheria.  I just do not feel like a Carrie.

In Light,


Mystical, magical Taos, New Mexico…

ImageSince this story has been popping into my head the past couple of days, obviously someone “up there” wants me to tell it.

Back in 1998 I was living in Los Angeles (since 1985) and minding my own business as a struggling actor with New Mexico never entering my thoughts.  Quite frankly, I didn’t give a crud about New Mexico.  But, things were about to change…forever.  All of a sudden, and with increasing frequency, this weird word kept showing up everywhere:  TAOS – I didn’t know what a Taos was.  I’d be stuck in traffic and glance over to see that I was stopped in front of a store called “Taos Trading Company” or be in Trader Joe’s and glance over to see some guy’s t-shirt that had “Taos Ski Valley” on it.  Things like that kept happening.  It got so bad that just after leaving The Bodhi Tree Bookstore on Melrose Avenue and walking quickly down the sidewalk, something forced me to stop dead in my tracks and look down.  It was like I hit an invisible wall and someone took their hand and shoved my head down.  Engraved in the concrete at my feet was TAOS!  By then, I’m like, “What the hell?!”  When I mentioned this odd word showing up all over the place, someone said, “I think Taos is a town in New Mexico.”  That, of course, led me to ask, “Well why is it showing up to me?!”  Now, granted, my life had gotten interesting in 1996 after healer Eric Pearl blew open my chakras, but I couldn’t make sense of this.  The final straw came when I had an out-of-body experience one night and flew to Taos.

I was only doing temp work at the time, and I was in-between assignments, so after the OBE I decided to get in my Mitsubishi and drive to Taos in August of 1998 for a week.  I will never forget the first time I saw it (other than via the OBE).  When you approach Taos from the south (Santa Fe) you drive along a winding mountain road towards the end.  Suddenly, you go around this one curve and there is Taos in the distance, with the Rio Grande Gorge cutting through the land to the left of it.  It looked surreal.  It looked like Shangri-La to me…somehow mystical.  The moment I saw it, I was slammed with emotion so strong I burst into sobbing tears.  I didn’t know why I was crying but I couldn’t stop.  A few times after that first trip, I’d start to cry when I saw it during other visits…but with time, although my heart still swells…the emotion has calmed.  From the first time I saw Taos, I was in love.

The week I was there, I stayed at The Abominable Snowmansion hostel in the tiny town just next to Taos called Arroyo Seco.  (By the way, I highly recommend this great hostel and still stay there sometimes.)  I met great people while I was there and one couple who had just gotten back from living in Guatemala for a couple of years decided to make Taos there home for a while.  Since then, I’ve met numerous people that have been called to Taos…some walking away from lucrative careers, homes, family, etc. to move there with nothing lined up.  They moved on trust that they were meant to be there.

While looking for this Buddhist retreat I’d heard about, I randomly picked this one house and knocked on the door to ask if they knew where it was (I was feeling lost at the moment).  The woman who answered the door was also from California and we got talking about how special the place felt.  Then I mentioned, chronic dieter than I am, that ever since I’d gotten there, I was not hungry…at all.  I had to force myself to eat.  It was like the energy of the place fed me.  She gasped and said she’d experienced the same thing.  She NEVER felt hunger while she was there.  We joked that if we could bottle Taos’ energy, we’d make a fortune as a diet aid!  Since that first trip long ago, I’ve not noticed the same thing.  But, it might be worth you trying!

Someone at the hostel mentioned this great natural mineral springs place to go to called Ojo Caliente.  It sounded good to me, so I got into my car and drove out to the middle-of-nowhere location it’s in.  I paid for one private soaking treatment and usage of the outdoor public mineral pools.  I opted for the arsenic soak (I know that sounds concerning) because it was supposed to be good for bone problems and I was still dealing with neck damage pain from 1995.  You were only supposed to soak for 10 minutes, I think, but I stayed in a couple of minutes longer…but not terribly longer.  I think it was literally 2 or 3 minutes.  Anyway, I started to feel not good and got out of the tub.  The moment I got out, I felt REALLY not good.  I felt sick and kind of like I was having a low blood sugar attack (although back then hypoglycemia wasn’t much of an issue for me) and that I was going to pass out.  I wrapped myself in a towel and staggered out into the lobby and popped into a chair.  That’s when things got really, really bad.  My entire body freaked out.  My entire body got pin-prickly numb, both of my arms bent inward and my hands clawed up do my chest, I was pale, my blood pressure/pulse was messed up big-time, I kept feeling like I was going to fall asleep (in a bad way), etc.  I got very scared when I heard myself talk and realized I was slurring my speech badly.  I thought I was having a stroke.  People were looking at me very concernedly and running around about to call 911 when my eyes closed briefly, and reopened to see something I will never ever forget!  It’s one thing to be taught that everything is energy and that everything is connected.  It’s quite another thing to actually see that EVERYTHING IS ENERGY AND EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED!  If I could have seen my face, I’m sure my eyes were huge and my mouth was dropped open in awe.  Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING was glowing internally with white light.  Everything “breathed” together in unison.  This light was emitting from everything and the light connected everything together.  Even the air glowed and breathed with life force!  The walls!  The people!  It was totally awesome, as a Valley Girl would say!  I just kept looking around for I don’t know how many seconds now.  Then my eyes closed again and when they reopened, my vision was back to normal.  “Coincidentally” right at that moment, this woman came through who said, “I know what to do!”  She knew acupressure and grabbed my left arm and pushed on something in my forearm, I believe.  My left arm immediately let go and fell down off my chest that it had been clinging to all clawed up.  Then this sensation went through my body and my right arm let go and gradually, the terrible pin-prickling throughout my body started to calm down.  I was able to drink some juice and stabilize…with color coming back into my face.  A gal who worked there said that she had seen a similar thing happen to a couple of other people who visited.  Once I felt like I wasn’t going to die, I kept saying, “I feel like I released something.”  I couldn’t really explain it, but something was let go…rather dramatically from a physical standpoint, but let go all the same.  I was totally exhausted.  The attack took everything out of me and I somehow drove back to the hostel.

As fate would have it, that night some Tibetan monks were performing in Taos.  They had been touring the USA and I had wanted to see them in Los Angeles but never made it.  Something told me to drag my exhausted body to the event.  I was so glad I did.  They did that 5 chords at the same time magical chanting/toning thing they do.  When they did it, my body was filled with powerful tingling.  Really, not only do I not understand how they do that, but it was powerful in a healing way.  I went back to the hostel after seeing them, went to bed, and when I woke up the next morning felt fabulous!  I was totally recovered.

At the hostel later, a guy who was half Apache and half Eastern Indian (talk about GORGEOUS long hair!) told me that Native Americans in the area had revered Ojo Caliente as a rebirthing location, and that even Geronimo would go there to rebirth.  A year or two later at a party in Los Angeles, I was talking to a guy who was into rebirthing, and he said my symptoms that day were exactly what happens during a successful rebirthing session.  No wonder I had felt like I released something.

The next adventure I had that week was driving to the “Lourdes of the Southwest” the healing El Santuario de Chimayo church in Chimayo, New Mexico.  I had gotten directions and drove and drove.  I thought I was lost because I didn’t think it was that far away from the main part of Taos.  I was just about to turn around when I started tingling.  As I kept driving, the tingling increased in intensity.  Then, suddenly, there was a sign for the church and I turned off the main road and headed in.  People make pilgrimages to Chimayo from far away because of the spontaneous healings that have happened there.  There are crutches attached to the walls where people no longer needed them, etc.  The power comes from the dirt the church is built on…the land.  I went so far as to eat a mouthful of the dirt (note to self….do not try to chew dirt with rocks in it) and I also put some into a little container to take back home.  Now, my chronic neck/head pain was not magically healed on the spot, but I have to admit that SOMETHING is there.  The place feels powerful and it’s a lot easier to get to than France. 🙂

Needless to say, it was an amazing week…and was the beginning of my love affair with Taos.  I need to document it with pictures, but every time I go up there now, my eyes change.  They get greener.  I’m probably supposed to live there instead of Albuquerque where I currently live, but earning a living in Taos isn’t easy and I might eventually get bored in such a small town.  But you never know.  I do know that Taos, like most of New Mexico, has a agenda.  If it wants you…it keeps you.

In light,

Atheria (Atheria seems more fitting than Carrie today.)