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Soul vs. Practicality

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I just got back from 2 days in Taos, discounting travel time…after driving 90 mph for 4.5 hours.  It was magical, as always.

I’m sitting here…home…but not “home”.  What have I done?  I fully expect a high level job offer from XXXX (can’t name it but it’s a great place in the Denver area) this coming week and I will be thrilled (and relieved after over 4 months of looking) but there is a tug at my soul.  It’s name is Taos.

I’m going to miss waving at strangers as they pass by in their cars and trucks.  I’m going to miss the deadbeats who brag that they’ve not worked in 14 months, hate the government, but are on food stamps (keep in mind I’m on them) and give tips on how to get the most out of food stamps with half off coupons.  Or the ones the locals told me about who stop by daily to bum a cigarette.  I’m going to miss the people who have walked away from high level jobs/lives to devote themselves to traveling the world doing yoga service (working for room and board along the way).  I’m going to miss the people who just “happened” to pass through Taos on their way to somewhere else and knew they couldn’t leave…like the Seattle artist I met last April who, on his way back from an art tour in London, fell in love with Taos and never returned to Seattle.  Or, the woman I met at The Snowmansion hostel years ago who decided, on a whim, to veer off and check out Taos on her way back to her home in Wyoming from Sedona…who went back to Wyoming, quit her high paying government job, sold her property, and moved to Taos with no idea how she would survive but knew “It will work out.”

I’m going to miss the people intently photographing sunflowers by the side of the road.  I’m going to miss the bad singers in Taos Plaza blasting their voices over speakers with tip jars out…but…so happy to be singing with joy.  I’m going to miss the artists set up in the middle of coffee house parking lots painting what the bright sunlight at 7,000′ shows.  I’m going to miss Taos’ night sky with billions of stars.  Have you ever seen the Milky Way?  I have.  I’m going to miss the quiet.  I’m going to miss the voice of Taos Mountain and La Bruja (witch) that appears at the top of the next door mountain peak…broomstick and all (a stereotype I don’t love but she’s cute with her pigtail blowing in the wind).  I’m going to miss the bartering between locals as they each support each other.   I’m going to miss CPAs/marathoners  who tell me that their REAL job is to be in Taos.  I’m going to miss the strangers in dreadlocks who offer to make me coffee.  I’m going to miss the guy from Scandinavia who ended up in Taos because he threw a dart at a map on the wall and it landed on Taos.  I’m going to miss baristas and German girls in hostels who break into song.  I’m going to miss the fact that everyone is either related to each other or knows each other, and looks out for each other.

I’m going to miss the stories…the wonderful and magical stories of how people ended up in Taos.  When you say to someone, “This place is SO special and weird” and they look at you knowingly, and nod in agreement.  I’m going to miss talking with people who are in Taos to attend the Earthship Academy.  Yes, there is an Earthship Academy.  And then there was the couple who’ve lived in the Taos area their entire lives, yet still drive out to the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge to eat dinner and watch the sunset.  I talked to a very elderly man yesterday who told me Taos called him 22 years ago.  He was at Wired, eating a scone or something, and reading the New Yorker.  He told me (after hearing my 1998 story) that my story reminded him of Mabel Dodge Lujan.  Then, of course, there is Dennis Hopper…who, while looking for places to film Easy Rider, fell so in love with Taos that he lived there for 40 years.

I am crying as I type this.  I do love Colorado.  It’s beautiful and full of opportunity and welcoming people (despite the current deluge of 10,000 per month).  I’m very alone in the world with no one else to rely on and have to take care of myself financially…and Denver is an economic hot spot.  At this point, at 49 and alone for 49 years, I can’t expect that to change.  Hope just creates letdown.  I have to plan for my future/later years.  I don’t want to struggle in Taos with 3 part-time jobs with no benefits.  With tears rolling down my cheeks…I feel stuck.  I know that my ashes will be sprinkled in Taos someday.  I just hope that’s not too late for me to be there.

During my weekend in Taos I got a lot of power numbers, especially 111.

My friend in Massachusetts visited my grave today and placed a sunflower.  As if I wasn’t already crying.  Thank you, Tumeria.  A sunflower turns its face to the sun.  Very symbolic.

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Melancholy,

Atheria

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Life Between Lives Hypnotic Regression Session on Aug. 28, 2015

I have been wanting a life-between-lives hypnosis regression session for years, so when my fellow psychic medium friend, Renee Buck (www.whispersfromthelight.com) stayed with me for 2 days while driving across country and offered a session, I said yes.  I am dealing with an almost 20 years long constant pain issue (along with other things) that has gotten much worse since the beginning of July, so I was hoping for some insight about my head/neck hell.  I already knew that I’ve been killed by my neck numerous times, including on July 19, 1692 in Salem during the Witch Trials.

The session was fascinating, emotionally hard at times as realizations came flooding through, physically hard (major aching in my arms and legs), and jaw dropping with WOW moments.  Renee took me back to my childhood, birth experience, and while I was in the womb.  A neck related thing showed up when I was around 4.  I was with my mom (assuming dad and sister too, but don’t know) at a petting zoo type place (may have been Lollipop Farm in the Rochester, NY area) when somehow I fell or got pushed down by a little herd of goats or sheep or something.  I can remember the panic and all I could see was stomachs and legs of the animals as they walked over me.  Mom reached down in and yanked me out to safety.  But, I sustained some damage to my neck at C5-C6.  I’m getting new x-rays and a new MRI tomorrow, but do know that there is a herniated disc at C5-C6 that showed up years ago, and my neck suddenly bends in the wrong direction at that point.

In the womb things were okay except that I could feel my mother’s anxiety.  I knew she wanted me, but was very anxious and nervous about becoming a mother.  Before birth, I was really upset.  I felt abandoned by my guides and felt that they had coerced me into taking on way too may difficulties and challenges in this life.  I did not want to be born.  I wanted desperately to back out of the agreement.  That’s probably why mom was in labor for so many hours.  I was refusing to come out.  She was heavily drugged during it, so when I did finally pop out, I don’t remember interacting with her right away.  The lights were so bright!  The sudden light in my face and loud noises bothered me.  I recalled one male doctor and 3 nurses.

Renee then took me back further and there was this moment when I saw this garden that I described as an English type garden with lots of manicured bushes and such, but not as many flowers, but when Renee said, “Or like France” I suddenly knew I was seeing Versailles’ gardens!  I have LONG felt I lived at the Palace of Versailles long ago due to a life I glimpsed in 1988.  At one point during the session as Renee was leading me to deeper levels, I walked down this glass staircase that was pretty…with wooden railings.

Renee then suggested I go to a past life where I also had psychic gifts, and used them in a beneficial way.  I was suddenly seeing what looked like a monastery in Tibet, but felt Nepal.  I may have been near the border as I have a strong connection to the Ganesh Himal region.  I saw my feet and I was wearing sandals made of yak skin/leather with horse hair twine stuff tying them together.  I was dressed in tan/orange robes.  I was a 14 year old Buddhist monk.  I was on my way to the market to pick up some supplies for the monastery as they requested the younger monks do chores like that.  But, I liked going to the market because there was a girl I loved from afar who worked there.  She had long dark hair.  I pined for her, but knew that we could never be a couple.  I had been chosen to be a monk because of “seer” qualities I had shown when very young.  I had dreams that came true, etc.  I had been considered to be gifted and special.  I had been “chosen” and I respected the responsibility bestowed upon me.  I took it very seriously and put duty and honor before personal desire and knew I was giving up ever having a normal life.  But, I loved her…and it made my heart ache.  I went through a special “ordination” ceremony when I was 16 and then we jumped forward to when I was about 65.  I had become a very respected teacher and taught other young monks about how to attain connection to the divine.  I taught with compassion and not a heavy hand.  There was always a slight glimmer of sadness about the girl, but I accepted the sacrifices I made as I accomplished a lot that was important.  She did end up getting married to someone else and had a nice life.  I died at age 72 in year 1147 after an illness.  On my deathbed I was surrounded by chanting monks and I meditated on the bardo.  There were lit candles around the room.

After I died, I went out into the universe and saw billions of stars.  Two guides then greeted me and led me, one on each side, by my shoulders as we flew to the Other Side.  There was an “Emerald City’ type crystal building that emitted green light and as we floated along the path leading to the huge double doors, I looked down and realized that the path was made of water!  We were “walking on water”!  I was led into this large, all white room with a crescent shaped desk.  I stood facing the table (the arc of the crescent faced me) as the 2 spirit guides stayed with me but stepped slightly behind me.  At the table were 7 beings.  The one in the middle was quite a bit bigger than the 6 others, and felt male.  I say “felt male” because the inner aura was pink.  He had long-ish blonde hair and blue eyes.  They all wore white judge type robes.  His name was Halcyon.  I found out that I have carried something over from that Buddhist life that I shouldn’t have.  I have thought that I needed to go through life alone in order to be successful with my spiritual work.  I subconsciously have felt that a partner would be a distraction and hold me back.  I have felt I’ve needed to sacrifice like the Buddhist monk did…which is incorrect.

It also came up that I knew Renee from another one (at least I think it was a separate life) of my Buddhist past lives.  I knew of 2 before yesterday.  She had been my teacher in one.

Also at the table was Lisette, my fairy guide (her purpose is to lighten me up and make me laugh), and Latho, who is more stern and hits me in the back/right part of my head when I’m being stupid about something.  The soul I know as my Grandpa Slovik was there (in the room, not at the table), Uncle Chuckie, an ex boss named Don Kline, and 2 Spiritualist reverends from my past, Frances Scher and Eveliani (Evelyn) Chaneske (Gilbert).

It came out that my serious health challenges for years DO have a purpose.  Their purpose is to teach me compassion for others so that when I teach, I don’t teach too sternly.  It was made clear that my true work is as a teacher.  I was told that the things I’m doing now to try to help my health are the right things to do.  Whether I’ll ever be totally out of pain was kind of vague, but I will be getting help…and at least will improve.

I was told that it’s true I’m very connected to the entire Rocky Mountains region…Colorado and New Mexico.  I will finally be freed up to leave Albuquerque, energetically, after I get the help I need for my head and neck issue.  I was told that my presentation at the November NM UFO/Paranormal Forum will lead to my real work taking off.  I will be traveling around to speak and teach in upcoming years and will get invitations to appear at various events around the country.  Supposedly, I’ve already been teaching at all of the office jobs I’ve ever had as you can teach without realizing it.

Just very briefly, my Salem Witch Trials life did come up and it seems I was Sarah Good.  Reading about her life is upsetting.  I did NOT kill animals as they said.  Under hypnosis in 2002 I remember doing herbal healing work on animals in the woods.

Sarah Good Grave Marker

Sarah Good Grave Marker

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Good_(Salem_witch_trials)

Supposedly, I also knew Renee in that life.  She was a sympathizer in the “audience” and was young.  I got the name Gretchen Winthrop for her.  I do know that being hung in that life is affecting my neck now.  I’ve tried to release it, but it’s been hard.  I was told I need to let go of the anger and hatred toward those who killed me in order to let go of the energetic neck trauma.  THAT will be a challenge.

Supposedly I have indeed 2 past lives in New Mexico.  One as a Colorado Ute where I came down into the Taos area to trade, and one as a Mescalero Apache.  I was told that I was brought to New Mexico to heal.

I am probably forgetting stuff that came up yesterday, but it was very helpful and eye opening.  I gained a lot of clarity.

In light,

Atheria

My Salem Witch Trials Murder on July 19, 1692

The anniversary of my murder is coming up on Sunday, and I feel urged to write about it.  During a hypnotic past life regression in 2002 to get to the root (hopefully) of my very stubborn neck/head pain, I found myself back in Salem, MA during the famous…or infamous…Witch Trials.  I can still vividly “see” in my mind’s eye the stone walled, dark, damp jail cell I was held in for quite a while.  Although I was TOTALLY INNOCENT, I was someone who was interested in herbal medicine and things like that.  I would go into the woods and try to help sick animals.  I remember that what upset me so much, because I was kind of resigned about my fate, was hearing the cries, begging, screaming, and pleading of those who were taken out before me to be murdered.  I cannot bring myself to say “executed” because it was pure murder.  It was horrific and very hard to deal with while under hypnosis because I re-experienced every feeling and emotion.  I gave the date, July 19, 1692 while under hypnosis, also, which I later verified…thanks to the Internet.  Five of us were killed that horrid day.  I can still clearly remember standing up on this platform with a crowd down below me who jeered and mocked me.  I was very stoic and refused to cry or plead.  I looked at the crowd of “good Christians” and simply said, “May God forgive you for you do not know what you do”.  My hypnotherapist, Shawn Randall, was in trance during this so that her guide, Torah, actually led the regression.  The benefit of this was that Torah could also see everything I was reliving and we were able to compare notes later.  Torah quickly pulled me out of that life just after I dropped down and the noose tightened around my neck.  I choked for only a quick couple of seconds before I was safely out of that life.

Here are the markers in Salem for the 5 of us killed on July 19, 1692.  It’s hard for me to not cry just looking at them.  I happened to see a TV show where they went to explore Salem and I was overwhelmed with emotion and heartache just seeing the town.

http://www.salemweb.com/memorial/

http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/on-this-day/July-August-08/On-this-Day–Five-Women-Hanged-in-Salem-for-Witchcraft.html

Where this gets even eerier is that while a friend was doing my genealogy a couple of years ago, she discovered that I have 2 relatives that actually took part in the Salem Witch Trials as witnesses!  One testified against an accused Witch and another testified for an accused Witch.  I was scared to look into whether or not the one who testified against an accused Witch had actually caused my death!  But, I finally looked into it…and…no…it was someone else the person had helped to convict.

I have been killed in numerous lives by my neck:  hanging, beheading (I deserved that one), strangulation during a jealous rage, shackled by the neck, and by a spear in the neck as a warrior Native American.  My neck injury on October 1, 1995 that has caused 24/7 pain ever since, has never responded to any treatment and doctors are dumbfounded by it.  It’s very stubborn about letting me release it.  I have a feeling there are even MORE lives where I’ve died due to my neck.  But, the Salem life is a biggie.  I may need to go there in order to release the trauma, but I’m nervous about it.  If I get upset just seeing it on TV…well…

When I learned about my Witch Trials life (and death) it totally explained why I’ve always gotten LIVID whenever anyone attacks someone for being Wiccan or into Witchcraft.  I have this overwhelming need to defend them to the death.  It also explains why I am very hostile toward Christianity.  I hope you can see why I’m not a fan of that religion (most religions, actually) and anyone who acts righteous, holier-than-thou, condemns, and feels he/she has the right to tell anyone else how they should live and what they should believe.  The spiritual paths that call me are Buddhism and Witchcraft, and I think that is because they are paths that teach personal experience and personal responsibility.  Buddhism isn’t really considered to be a religion, if I recall correctly.  It’s more of a life philosophy of non harm, and finding your own enlightenment through inner work.  And Witchcraft teaches not to cause harm, or it will come back to you threefold.  Don’t bring Satanism into this.  That is a whole different path.  If someone starts preaching anything to me, I simply don’t want to hear it.  If whatever it is works for you, great, but leave me alone.  I am a very spiritually based person and am quite content with my beliefs.  And I’ve had some pretty damn amazing experiences that would blow others’ minds.  I need to blog about them. 🙂

In the words of Rodney King, “Can’t we all just get along?”  Live and let live.  To each their own.  I’m going to spend this weekend trying to heal my soul from immense damage caused by ignorance, jealousy, and righteousness.  And, I’m going to help animals at a shelter…because that is what I would have done 323 years ago.

Blessed be,

Atheria

No accidental meetings…an old friend from the Salem Witch Trials has shown up.

Starting January 20th, I was under immense stress (that ruined my health) due to my employer telling me I couldn’t keep the job they gave me on December 13th and that I had 30 days to find another job within the company.  My old department would have taken me back as I left on good terms, but they had already back-filled my position.  There were not many openings, and with the time crunch, I did not do well stress-wise.  During all of this, my friends kept saying, “Everything happens for a reason.  You have to trust that.”  Now I do believe that, in general, but when you are seeing NO possible good from the situation (I knew that whatever job I found would most likely pay less than what this job would have paid had it worked out) and are ending up in ERs with anxiety attacks, it’s hard to just trust that there is a plan and things will work out.  Thankfully, with 2 days left in my 30 day deadline, I got a job offer…and transferred before the end of that week, starting late in the day on February 20th.  I was a little concerned because my start date was in the middle of a Mercury Retrograde, but, tried to tune that fact out.

Immediately, there were 2 good things about the new position…MUCH easier parking (parking is a major issue) and I could have my cell phone at work for the first time in over 4 years!  But, those are not really important reasons for me ending up with this job.  I share an office with another assistant, and we hit it off immediately.  I assumed, though, that it was just that we got along and was glad for that fact.  I’d guess she is about my age, probably a few years younger.  Then I started noticing just HOW MUCH we had in common and it started to get weird.  We’re both drawn to Asian decorations.  We both eat small meals all the time (she eats even more often than I do) and are into healthier foods.  We both love to travel (although I’ve not traveled lately…which I need to do again) and actually took the same cruise in 2011!  The only difference was that I went in August and she went in December.  I mean, literally, the same ship and route.  I was in the entertainment industry in Los Angeles, and she has always wanted to be in the movie biz.  I can’t recall why now, but for some reason I took a risk and said something about past-lives on Thursday and she got very interested.  Turns out she is very into all things metaphysical like me.  We both loved “In Search Of” years ago.  We both, as kids, were obsessed with learning about ghosts, etc.  Now, as a kid I held seances, which she didn’t do out of fear…but still, she was intrigued.  While mentioning some past-life stuff, I brought up my life and death during the Salem Witch Trials in 1692 (was hung on July 19, 1692) and how my current neck problem is tied to a few past-lives where I’ve been killed by my neck.  She then got excited and said that she’s always been drawn to information about the Witch Trials an actually made the pilgrimage to Salem to visit the sites where the murders happened.  That is something I think I need to do.  She warned me that where they have the markers isn’t the real location where the trials and executions happened, though, as locals told her.  As we eagerly went back and forth talking about the Witch Trials, I kept tingling noticeably…like my unseen friends were smacking me to pay attention.  There have been a few women in my life, where when I met them, there was this “recognition” that I knew them in Salem.  I’m convinced we were friends back in 1692.  When I look at her, I can literally see it now.  I’m not going to tell her THAT, but at least I know now that there IS a reason for this new job.  I was meant to meet her.  I do think there will be other things that show up to confirm there is a plan for our lives, and that nothing is random.  I look forward to finding out what will be revealed.

Fatefully,

Carrie