Tag Archive | soul

Messages from Pets in Spirit – Pippin’s Story

20170924_112724Previously I’ve blogged about how my 2 cats, Karma and Bodhi, (who I miss every single day 4 and 5 years later) have found ways to get through to me…going so far as to DEMATERIALIZE cat treats (not kidding) on their altar.  I’ve heard lots of other stories from strangers and friends about how their pets have found ways to break through the veil and let them know they are also spiritual beings and that they will be waiting for us on the Other Side when it’s our time to cross over.  One such event happened to me today as a message for a friend who lost his beloved 7 year old dog named Pippin unexpectedly.

FB_IMG_1503275820373

Before going to my astrology group, I decided to venture off in Santa Fe and walk around the wonderful art filled Canyon Road area.  I didn’t have lots of extra time, so I kind of did a fast tour around.  (By the way…there are fabulous artists in Santa Fe and it’s the 3rd largest art market in the USA.)  Just as I was running out of time and needed to head back to my car, I glanced over to see the above sign for Pippin Contemporary Gallery.  I got an instant spirit smack and knew that it was a message from Pippin for his human daddy.  I emailed the picture and my feeling about it to my friend, and he said that he’s felt Pippin around him in spirit today…and that this “coincidence” confirmed that fact.

CoincidenceI was reading a book by a famous psychic years ago where she said that anything we notice during the day is a message.  No 2 people notice the exact same things.  When something “randomly” catches your eye, pay attention to it.  It’s God’s way of getting messages through to us.  It’s also our loved ones in spirit’s way of getting messages through to us…both human and animal.

On a personal note, I am much more connected to animals than humans.  It’ll be 5 years tomorrow that I lost Bodhi.  The grief I felt losing him…and then Karma less than a year later…is still with me.  Animals love unconditionally.  Animals ARE love incarnate.  I hope that Pippin comes to my friend in dreams as my cats have, and allows him to hold his fur child again.

I’ve done a couple of readings lately that have gone super well, and it never ceases to amaze me what our unseen loved ones will bring through to prove that they are who they say they are.  Sometimes it’s specific health stuff (like in a recent case where the woman in spirit passed from lung cancer and I could hear her smoker’s raspy laugh) or something serious.  But other times it’s funny things like the “hot fudge cake” I got years ago from a spirit.  Come to find out, that was the person’s very favorite dessert and even on the Other Side…the soul was thinking of food!  🙂

Before I sign off, I do want to link another artist’s website whose work I discovered today and loooove.  I adore horses, so you’ll see why I love her work:  Siri Hollander

Stay open for signs from your pets in spirit.  They, just like human loved ones, often find ways to let us know that they are still around and that they do love us.  May Pippin be running free on the Other Side and may my friend find a little bit of peace from what happened today.

Blessings,

Atheria

Advertisements

FREEDOM

I’m going to warn you that this post will be all over the place.  Get some popcorn and something to drink and settle in.

In the words of the late, great, George Michael…FREEDOM!  (God I miss him.)

Many years ago in Los Angeles, a fabulous medium named Rodolfo Silva told me the first time he met me that (1) not only did I need to change my name because my birth name was so wrong for me that it was literally causing me harm — I thought he was bonkers at the time but then Atheria showed up in 1998 — and (2) that I was liked a caged animal screaming to be set free…and if I didn’t let the REAL me out, I would die a bitter old woman.  (He was blunt.  He also told me I’d go through life alone, which so far has been proven to be true.)  For over 2 decades now, I’ve wondered, “What needs to be let out?!”  I’m not totally sure, but I am feeling more and more that my quitting job after job and moving around the USA has more to do with needing freedom than being fed up with nothing to do, lack of opportunities, and no one to date (NM) or very high rent, smog, and horrid traffic (CA).  I need to be freaking FREE more than I need a new zip code.

I am vegan by choice (animals are my best friends and I don’t eat my friends) but not gluten free by choice (damn Irish ancestry and Celiac Disease in my bloodline).  Being vegan is restrictive enough (not that I’m saying being vegan sucks…because it doesn’t) and yet, I have limited my vegan freedom by self-imposing variations of veganism such as macrobiotics (not a fully vegan diet but can be done veganly), raw foodism (diametrically opposed to macrobiotics), high carb/low fat, low carb/high fat/Eco Atkins, etc.  Maybe it’s an age thing, but I just cannot last long on an overly restrictive diet anymore.  It makes me obsess about what I “can’t” have and then I freak out and eat 10 lbs. of whatever it is I “shouldn’t” eat after a few weeks.  I’ve got to learn moderation!  I’m a double Libra (sun and rising) for crying out loud!  I think I crossed that bridge tonight though.

In April 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset osteoporosis, probably due to not only the fact that I’m a very small boned (miniscule bones…I could not believe my pelvis could hold me up when I saw my DEXA scan) white woman with bone density issues in my family tree…but because I also have had eating disorders for much of my life and have done some pretty horrid things to myself.  (Thankfully, the really horrid stuff was loooong ago…but the damage was done.)  Anyway, I was determined to prove to my MD that yoga could rebuild bone density, if done in a specific weight bearing way, and one year later when I was re-scanned, sure enough, I had gained back some of my lost bone density.  Because of that, addictive (and scared) personality type that I am, I have obsessively done this almost hour long yoga routine every single night since then.  I have probably only missed a handful of days in 3.5 years.  On my way back to Albuquerque from Cancun in 2015 I did yoga in the middle of the airport while people stepped over me.  I’m not kidding.  It has become stressful to me and I’ve turned down social opportunities (that I should go to) because I had do to yoga.  I have managed to turn something healthy and good for you into an unhealthy obsession that I now often dread and which creates stress.

Maybe it’s because I’m approaching 51 and just don’t want to HAVE to do anything anymore, or maybe it’s just burnout…but not only did I plop a huge spoon of fatty sunflower seed butter on my dinner (I’m “supposed” to be eating low fat) tonight, but I said, “The heck with yoga…I’m doing something I have ALWAYS loved instead…dancing!”  I remember reading a book by Marilu Henner years ago where she said that when she needed to lose weight as a young actor she started dancing every night for 25-30 minutes.  I have always LOVED to dance!  It’s the ONLY form of exercise that I actually enjoy and I only want to do things I enjoy from now on!  Life is too damn short!  I have lost a lot of friends in their 40s and 50s the past few years.

I started streaming Pandora through my Roku TV and guess what the very first song was…(I’m going to start applying for jobs back in Hollywood later next month)…FAME by my beloved (God I miss him so much) David Bowie!  That was followed up by Rhianna singing S&M (Don’t listen if you’re a prude), Usher singing something (Who cares?  This is cutie Usher we’re talking about), Flo Rida, and then some other chick I’ve never heard of but whose dance song I liked.  I danced like a freaking crazy woman for exactly 32 minutes and it was AWESOME!  Now, this was not mild dancing we’re talking about here.  I used my entire body and threw in some push-ups and yoga poses for good measure.  Animals do NOT work out.  Animals do not go to gyms.  They USE their bodies during the day and that’s what I’m going to try to start doing.  At work I’ll talk to my boss while doing a handstand.  (He’s used to me being odd.)  I think it’s much better to break exercise up and sneak it in throughout the day.  And that way, you feel freer!  Cats stretch and do yoga randomly throughout the day.  Horses suddenly gallop.  We can be animals!  Once again, the animal kingdom is way ahead of us stupid humans.

So, I’ve mentioned freeing yourself from dietary (think moderation in a vegan context) and fitness/workout rules.  That’s only part of the whole freedom thing.  I am fully prepared and willing to live in my Honda Fit if I need to do that.  My only complication, because I’ve thought about this, is my 2 fur kids.  The cats would not love living in a car.  Granted, I could get one of these cool pet backpacks…or a pet stroller…but I do think that they’d mutiny pretty quickly.  Oh the responsibilities of being a fur kid parent!

All I know is that I need FREEDOM and I will not be truly happy until I totally free myself from all societal limitations and rules.  Our souls are meant to be free!  We are not born to simply pay bills and die.  There is more importance to our lives than that.  And, speaking of which, this happened today:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BZKPLwAH2N7/

So yes, I am indeed supposed to be writing.  I do wish my unseen friends would help a bit more though and tell me which of my ideas to focus on, and if it’s the film…help me with a major plot issue I’ve been blocked regarding for close to 25 years!  My soul is intrinsically a writer, even when pursuing acting years ago.  I once wrote this monologue for an acting class because I couldn’t find a monologue to perform that I really resonated with.  When I performed the emotional piece, I got lovely compliments on my acting…but the compliments on the writing actually meant more to me.  One fellow actor asked if she could perform my work.  That was a huge honor and I’ll never forget it.

Since I said this post would be all over the place, it was really cool to find out today that astrologically, it’s right in my natal chart that I’m a psychic medium/trance channel and connected to the Other Side.  I have Pluto and Uranus in the 12th house (for example…there are other indicators also).  I am finding astrology more and more fascinating.  I even have something in my chart (which I’m now blanking on) that indicates eating disorders.  I have to say, though, that most of my natal chart sucks.  I wish I could be reborn.  I’ve told my guides I’m not ever coming back…that I’m over this incarnation crap.  Granted, once I’m pure spirit…not in constant pain and all full of joy and such, I’ll probably be the overachiever that I am and agree to come back for the gazillionth time.  I still think I was stoned when I agreed to this incarnation with all of its many struggles.

Well, I’ve blabbered on long enough.  I need to attempt to sleep (insomnia has been back lately).  I guess my main point to this post is that you should free yourself from any self imposed or society imposed restrictions.  At this awful temp job many years ago, I had it pop into my head one day that the fear of my life staying the same was worse than my fear of leaping and taking a risk.  I quit the cruddy temp job and pursued acting full-time for a while.  It didn’t make me a movie star, but I didn’t end up living on the streets either…and now I help keep the USA safe from disaster.  In between that temp job and now I also worked at Sony Pictures Entertainment where I loved my job.  Quitting that to move to Oregon in 2008 was a stupid thing to do!  Oh well.  Everything happens for a reason and all that!  I do fully believe that we are lead to some end goal.  Right now mine is vague, but I’m trusting in the plan.

Stay tuned,

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.

chapel

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.

chimayochimayo interior

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:

sky porn

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

 

You got the pearls!

pearlsYears ago in Los Angeles I went for a reading (because we psychics can’t read ourselves…annoyingly…and I wasn’t totally aware of just how weird my life was going to get back then — hadn’t started channeling yet) with medium Eddie Cabral and it turned out to be a very interesting session.  Amongst the many interesting things he told me that hour, he brought through the spirit of my brother.  Now, that wouldn’t be shocking except for the fact that I didn’t have a brother who died…or so I thought.  As I was sitting there listening to what Eddie was saying, all I could think of at first was that there was just me and my younger sister as siblings.  All of a sudden, though, I had this AH HA moment where I remembered that after my sister was born, mom did get pregnant again…but had a miscarriage that was pretty bad.  (Well, all miscarriages are bad.)  Mom had wanted to have 4 kids, but after the miscarriage and complications…opted to stop at the 2 daughters she had.  (Eerily, years later during a surgery mom was undergoing, doctors found what they called a “hairy tooth” inside her that they suspected was the twin of the other baby she lost…although that was never totally proven.)  So Eddie was passing along messages from the pregnancy mom lost.  The baby would have been a boy had its soul not had to leave early for some reason.

To get back to what Eddie was bringing through, the spirit of my brother exclaimed…somewhat jealously, “You got the pearls!  You got the pearls!”  I was like, “What pearls?”  Clearly he felt that HE was meant to get the pearls had he been born.  Eddie and I realized that this spirit did not mean literal pearls.  The pearls were symbolic meaning a special spiritual gift.  I just found this information when I Googled pearl symbolism.  http://www.allaboutheaven.org/symbols/496/123/pearl

Now, many years later, I am feeling a stronger and stronger pull to do more important work than the office work that has been my main livelihood for decades.  I’ve been highly underutilizing my pearls.  I’m actually going to meditate like I should have been doing regularly long ago as I look for clarity and direction from spirit.  Maybe my brother on the Other Side can help.  This story I shared goes to show you that even when a spirit doesn’t make it to physical birth…or if it passes quickly after being born…it continues to live on and grow up on the Other Side.

On another note, I blogged recently about how I have been having things happen here in my new apartment that have led me to believe there is some kind of vortex in the kitchen or, at the very least, that it’s haunted.  Last night there were more noises in the kitchen and then my necklaces that are hanging on hooks on my bedroom closet door suddenly all were strongly shaking around loudly in the wee hours of the morning.  Now, Bleu MIGHT have caused the necklaces to shake around if he quickly pushed open the door…but I didn’t catch him in the act.  But, while brushing my teeth this morning in the bathroom, I turned toward the door and clearly saw a ball of light…low to the floor…go in front of the bathroom door from the living room into the bedroom!  I’ve been telling Bodhi and Karma (2 of my cats that passed away years ago) how much I miss them lately, so my friends and I are wondering if it was one of my fur babies in spirit stopping by.  I sure hope so.

In light,

Atheria

Soul vs. Practicality

IMG_20160903_154456

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.

wp-image-416798848jpg.jpg

Melancholy,

Atheria

Charted or not?

Over the years I have gotten into friendly debates with friends about whether we create our reality or not. I have tended to feel that our lives are strictly charted before incarnation, and once we are here on the Earth plane, we’re stuck with what we agreed to experience when we were pure spirit meeting with our group of guides. It’s human nature to want to control our destiny, but the longer I live and the more I witness, I think I’m right. There are things I visualized, affirmed, put emotion into, etc. that never came to fruition. And there were events I never thought of that happened that were good and changed the course of my life. To prove my point about charted life paths, back in September 2014 I had a phone reading with a very gifted psychic named Karen Fay. At the time I had just put my house up for sale and already had an interested buyer. My plan was to sell my Albuquerque house and get a temporary apartment in town while I looked for a job out of state. During the reading Karen said that I was going to move twice, once locally, and then a major move out-of-state. (I had not told her of my plans.) Now, when she was telling me about the major move, she kept getting very mixed information about whether the big move would be actually out of New Mexico or not. She wavered back and forth between outside New Mexico and within New Mexico, but far from Albuquerque. She struggled, but ended up siding with me moving out-of-state.

Flash forward to April 2016 when I got impatient about leaving Albuquerque, and decided to move to the Denver area without a job lined up. To make my move easier, I got rid of all of my furniture (except my jewelry cabinet) and some other things and vowed to move with only what fit in my Honda Fit, and then added 4 boxes of items shipped via UPS to Denver ahead of me. Because of my soul connection to magical Taos, some friends urged me to spend a few days in Taos on my way up to Denver, so I booked 4 days at an AirBnB. I had also booked a week at an AirBnB in Denver for the end of April during which my plan was to look for a roommate situation, to save money. It was too hard to find a place to live long distance, so I didn’t set up a permanent living situation before heading out.

As you know from some other Taos posts, Taos Mountain (and Taos in general) is a living being. It thinks. It feels. It communicates. And it has an agenda. If it wants you, you are powerless against it…HA HA HA. If it doesn’t want you, it kicks you out and I pity you. Well, after 3 days, while at my AirBnB hostess’ birthday party…talking to other people who felt Taos’ powerful pull and magic, I suddenly started crying and felt that I couldn’t leave. That I wasn’t supposed to move to Denver, I was supposed to move to Taos. And, seemingly (at first), doors opened to me regarding staying there. People were very kind and tried to help me make Taos work. When I’m in Taos my entire energy shifts. I feel calm and grounded. I feel I’ve come home. The soul connection is very strong. So, thanks to a kind woman from the party who let me borrow her storage room, I unloaded my packed full car and drove up to Denver to pick up my 4 big, heavy boxes and drove them back down to Taos.

But, after another couple of days in Taos, the reality of Taos’ 3D difficulties hit. I had a hard time finding a place to live (apartments are a rarity there) and hearing story after story about people having to work 3 part-time jobs in order to financially survive hit me. So, despite the fact that while in Wired (great coffee house/café) this guy said to me as I was leaving, “I know you!” (He DID know me. About 10 years ago we used to chat on MySpace when he lived in Albuquerque and I lived in Los Angeles and he actually recognized me!) And despite meeting yet ANOTHER person who was just passing through Taos on his way home to Seattle, but quickly felt he HAD to stay there and rearrange his life, I decided that I just wasn’t willing to struggle to get by…and that I needed Denver with its booming economy and great job opportunities. This was a very deep struggle, by the way. I literally felt at this crossroads, where if I chose wrong, I’d majorly eff up my life. Talking to a gal barista about it, she said she felt the same way recently about leaving/staying in Taos. I talked to Taos Mountain and it calmly told me to trust it, that I would be provided for, but I just couldn’t do it. I’m just too fearful about financial security at this point in my life. Now, that may be a major mistake, but I don’t know yet. I will say, now, after having been in the Denver area for about a week and a half, I loooooove it here and loooooove being in a major, happening city again! I’m also getting signs that yes, I’m supposed to be here RIGHT NOW. I feel quite strongly that Taos Mountain begrudgingly agreed to loan me to Colorado for the time being. I do think I’ll live there someday. I’m just not ready yet.

Things did not go smoothly with my entrance into Colorado. I had a stressful U-Haul/car towing situation (ended up getting a small truck in Taos and towing my tired Honda) and a SCARY STRESSFUL first week with a nut-job roommate I got off CraigsList. Never, ever, ever get a roommate off CraigsList! I paid him $600 for the month of May and left after a week, eating the loss, and got my own apartment in a suburb I could afford. It was a very concerning situation, and I was worried about my safety and my cats’ safety. There are a lot of mentally ill people in the world, sadly.

Now, as all things happen for a reason…because there IS A PLAN…not only did I immediately meet a gal neighbor who is also a psychic medium (not common), but my rep at my new credit union is from Taos and totally into my metaphysical stuff! To make matters even “funnier”, when I contacted T-Mobile tonight on Twitter to complain about my data being horrible here in this apartment complex, the rep that I ended up with lives in Albuquerque and ADORES Taos and goes there whenever possible! He was also into UFOs and such. (By the way, T-Mobile found an issue with one of the local towers and are fixing it.) Numerous synchronicities occurred the whole time I was in Taos for 8 days and since I got here to Denver. I cannot feel that suddenly, I’m FINALLY back on the path my soul had agreed to. It’s a very strong feeling. And looking back at the back-and-forth moving between Taos and Denver, now I understand why Karen struggled to get clarity on that.

Another thing Karen had predicted was that after my big move, I’d be at some type of formal event where I’m dressed up (she suspected a wedding) and I’d meet my soulmate/kindred spirit who would have brown hair and brown eyes, or a brown haired, brown eyed guy would introduce me to him. It will be love at first sight and major. She said that I had to move to where he was because, due to a life situation, he couldn’t relocate to where I was. What I have to say is that I CAN FEEL HIM HERE. It’s really weird, but I can feel him. He, whoever he is, popped into my head yesterday while driving around and I was filled with strong tinging. Needless to say, if I’m invited to a wedding, I’m going to be paranoid that I look good! LOL!

There is a very large metaphysically spiritual community here in Colorado, and I’ve already met lovely people at one free healing session MeetUp and met more lovely people at Nic Nac Nook, a great little metaphysical store. I am looking forward to getting active here in a bunch of MeetUp groups, and elsewhere. Another great medium a few years ago told me I needed to relocate in order to be moved into my TRUE work. Hmmmm….

I am coming across a lot of Denver/Boulder/Taos connections and suspect there is some kind of an energetic link between the Denver/Boulder area and the Taos area. I know that I will make the 4-4.5 hour drive to Taos to visit when I can. I owe it that. After all, it has only loaned me to Denver/Boulder.

To those who are miserable where you’re located, MOVE. I feel SO much better here in the Denver area compared to Albuquerque. I truly think that places can be good or bad for us depending on our energy. I loved Portland, Oregon for its beauty and people, but the entire time I was there I struggled. It was like Oregon just did not want me there. Everything from the climate and my chronic pain, to finding a stable job was difficult. I have a friend who struggled in New Mexico and is now thriving in Oregon! Find your place. What place calls to you even if you’ve never been there?

To wrap this up, how could Karen have seen the very accurate relocation situation if it wasn’t charted? I definitely didn’t do it on purpose. It cost me a bunch of money I hadn’t planned on spending when unemployed, and cost me A LOT of horrible stress. I’ve never been so mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted as I was for 2+ weeks of moving around and technically being homeless. I think we can choose to veer off our charted course, but eventually, we will be realigned with what we had agreed to accomplish down here. I suspect I’ve veered off course a lot, and am behind. So, I’m suspecting things will start speeding up to get me where I need to be in my life. Time will tell, but I feel good about the future again! It’s been a long time!

Blessings,
Atheria

To Thine Own Self Be True (Channeled)

To Thine Own Self Be True

We come here today as there is a desperate need for each and every one of you to go within…to tune into your heart and soul and be true to them. For too long, too many of you have done what society and dogma says you “should” do in order to be responsible adults. “Should” SHOULD be a dirty 4 letter word. There are no “shoulds” in our realm. Everything is learning. Everything is growth. Even if a soul makes choices that are counter to what it had agreed to before it came into being, all is not lost. Nothing is wasted.

There is much unrest and unhappiness on your planet because people have cut themselves off from what their souls want to express. We say to you, it is better to be a “starving artist” living in a VW Bus than be a drone who is only going through the motions of life while climbing the corporate ladder, to the detriment of one’s health. For bad health is a major barometer. Listen to your body. It speaks. Sometimes it screams. Pay attention to what comes out of your mouth SEEMINGLY inconsequentially. Nothing you say on a whim is unimportant. Language is like a canary in a coal mine. It warns of danger. Lines such as “I feel suffocated.” “I just want to scream and run away.” “What a pain in the neck.” All of these types of sayings actually mean something! Listen!

We can guarantee each and every one of you that you did not go through the trouble of being born, only to spend your entire incarnation miserable and in physical, mental, and emotional pain. But, sometimes you must do something very scary to find the happiness that is meant for you. You must be fearless. Sure, you can do research and put a safety net in place for yourself just in case, but sometimes a safety net turns out to be a crutch. Sometimes you can only succeed by walking on a tight rope without a net. The most important thing is to tune into what your stomach feels/says when making a life altering decision. There was a story our channel heard about a very successful businessman who said that whenever he had to make a business decision, he’d chew on the various options and swallow them. If an answer made his stomach feel sick, he didn’t do it. He only said yes to the options that felt good in his gut.

Now more than ever the universe needs you NOT to hide your light under a bushel. Now more than ever every single soul on planet Earth needs to shine. By shining, not only do you thrive, but you illuminate those around you and it becomes infectious. That is how you can save the planet…one light at a time.

Blessings,
The Illumined Ones