Happy Halloween-time, everyone! William Mumler is credited with some of the best spirit photos ever taken. He was an amateur photographer in the late 1800s, after the Civil War, when so many Americans were grieving for so many lost loved ones. Mumler filled a void with his work, especially his most famous photo (top left) […]
I have wanted to stay at the infamously haunted St. James Hotel in Cimarron, NM for a long time and finally took this beautiful autumn weekend to do so. And with 26 deaths as part of its history, it did not let me down!
When you step inside the original part of the hotel (there is a new annex next door for those who like more modern rooms) it’s like you are stepping back into the 1800s. It is very cool. The only thing I didn’t love as the vegan I am, was all the dead animals on the walls everywhere. That was hard to deal with. But, it is also “authentic” for the era. Before I even went inside the hotel, I could feel STRONG spirit energy outside it. I kept feeling like I was being watched from the windows. I fully expected a ghost face to appear!
Soon after checking in on Saturday, while standing in the 2nd floor hallway talking to 3 people who were sitting in the notoriously haunted poker room (where T.J. Wright got shot) about ghosts, I felt this clear as day tap on the top of my head and then I was filled with intense tingling throughout my body. The older woman of the 3 people had stayed at the hotel 6-7 times and each time had something happen…from harmless things to concerning things. The concerning thing was that she blacked out and found herself at the scary staircase about to fall down the stairs when she woke up just in time. I had commented that from the moment I climbed the stairs, I had this overwhelming fear of falling or being thrown down the stairs and made sure to hold onto the handrail. They said they felt that also.
Another weird thing that I experienced, which they had also noticed, is that when you’re walking along the halls upstairs, you have a really hard time keeping your balance. You feel yourself leaning and feel somewhat cockamamie. Granted, the hotel is OLD so there is some floors that are warped a bit, but it was more dramatic of a feeling than that.
Here are tons of photos that I took of the hotel…some taken immediately upon my arrival in the afternoon on Saturday, and some taken Saturday night while I hoped to capture something on camera. I took a few shots of this dining room mirror because another guest had caught a very clear cowboy ghost face in it recently. I didn’t get anything there when I tried though. What I did get on camera occurred in the poker room!
I didn’t notice anything at first when I snapped this nighttime shot of the poker room, but when I reviewed it via my Canon camera’s screen and zoomed in on the window, I saw a man in the left side of the window really clearly…from the top of head to about mid torso…and then noticed a possible dark glasses wearing male face on the right side of the window. Here’s the full image first.
Here is a cropped close up of the window.
The annoying thing is that here on the Web the images don’t show up as well. On my camera they were easily visible. Here I’ve outlined their faces. The one on the left where more of him can be seen seems to be bundled up in a coat with possible scarf, like he’s cold.
If you stand back a bit it’s easier to make out the 2 ghosts.
I stayed in room #22 and around 1:30 a.m. I heard slow moving footsteps in the hallway as the floorboards creaked noticeably. Then I heard 2 distinct and somewhat calm knocks on a door. As I laid in my bed getting scared, I was saying to myself, “Please let that be someone coming back to their room late. Please let a room door get opened by their traveling partner to let them inside. Please let this not be a ghost.” LOL! When I didn’t hear any room door open and close (because the doors are old, they do not open or close quietly) I got really scared! Granted, I trance channel ETs and fairies, but as intrigued as I am by ghosts, they scare me. 😉 So, I started praying with my heart racing, “Please don’t knock on my door. Please don’t knock on my door!” Luckily, my door did not get knocked on. I mean, what should I have done? Answered it and said hello? LOL
The next morning I asked the only other people staying in a room on my wing if they had come in around 1:30 a.m. and they said nope, that they’d been in their room since much earlier…sound asleep. They didn’t hear the footsteps or knocks. I ran into the 3 people from earlier (poker room people) and the older woman said she heard creaking footsteps in her hallway during the night with 2 gentle but distinct knocks like I heard. She said she heard lots of what sounded like cowboy boot wearing footsteps all night long, actually.
I then met this other really nice couple who got fabulous EVPs on tape! I don’t know why it didn’t even dawn on me to try to get EVPs! What an amateur ghost hunter I am! (I quickly tried later in the poker room but the maid service person was making too much noise. That being said, an odd thing did happen where while I sat there with my eyes closed, both eyes rapidly went side to side and I couldn’t stop them.) They said they would send them to the hotel to put in its website, so I hope they do. They got their spirit voices on tape while in the poker room. The husband brought a toy gun into the room and put it on the table trying to trigger the spirits. It worked. One voice is heard asking, “What caliber?” Another one warned them with something like, “You shouldn’t do that.” I didn’t get to actually hear the recordings, so I’m anxious to hear! The wife said that one time when they were staying in Mary’s room (lots happens in that room) she was putting on her make-up when a ghost lifted up her hair dramatically. She was so freaked out, she ran out of the room with only half of her face done. HA HA!
I was talking to this one hotel employee who told me his co-worker was redoing one of the rooms (they are renovating the hotel) when the plastic tarp he’d put down suddenly moved away from him. He just thought his foot had caused it to move and went back to painting the baseboards. But then the plastic started moving again and when he turned around, he witnessed the plastic UPRIGHT in the air like someone was holding it and pulling it away from him! He’s so nervous now, whenever he has to do work in any room, he says something out loud first like, “Okay, Annie (Oakley), I need to work on your room. Please leave me alone.” Hehehe…
T.J. Wright’s room #18 is SO strongly haunted they won’t even rent the room out and keep it locked…intact from what it was like over a hundred years ago. People leave T.J. shots of whiskey on top of the door, and an employee said that anyone who dared to take the whiskey would be super stupid. They let the whiskey gradually disappear/evaporate. Here is T.J.’s door. See the 2 shot glasses on top?
I will definitely go back to the St. James. It is super cool. Next time I’ll try to catch some EVPs on tape though!
If you are bored and have time to look at some other photos, here are shots of Cimarron and also of the Taos area while driving to Cimarron…along with some Instagram videos of the pretty drive. I came upon lots of deer.
DEER VIDEO – You “shouldn’t” need to have an Instagram account to view.
I do have to say that when I got near the Philmont Scout Ranch in Cimarron, the energy was really creepy weird. I didn’t like it at all even though it was a pretty area. It felt covert like the Los Alamos area feels like to me. I mentioned that to someone else, and she totally agreed and had noticed it too. For one thing, there are big wire fences for miles and miles with threatening “Do Not Trespass” signs. And, there was this suspicious window-less building that had this huge door on one end. There were some other suspicious looking buildings too. It reminded me of some secret government area…but I also suspect the Boy Scouts of something. I know the people who run the place got in trouble a few years ago after some boys accused them of abuse.
Ghost hunting-ly yours,
Previously 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.
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.
I 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.
These are earrings I’ve not worn in quite a while but got a “random” urge to put on this a.m. Remember this pair of butterfly earrings as it’ll become important later. Also, word of warning to males readers…there are female issues in this post. Ha!
I had a male friend years ago who found it amusing that I not only believe in signs…I KNOW there are signs for us from the Other Side that we need to pay attention to. A great psychic mentioned in a book I read a while back that anything you notice during the day is a message. Not everyone notices the same things. Whatever catches your eye, you need to pay attention to. Well, my ex friend loved to say to me, “Gotten any messages on the side of a bus lately?” I laughed it off, but it did get to be annoying.
Many weeks ago I had volunteered to help out at the Earth Day street event in Albuquerque and work at a vegan outreach booth. So, I drove down to the Nob Hill area in Albuquerque this morning, where I had a really great day handing out Tofurkey slice samples with vegan mayo. I met lots of interesting and like-minded people. I’m even considering getting fake diamonds (can’t afford the real thing) put into my skin via wires after seeing some glittery guys. Ha!
Anyway, on the way to Albuquerque, I saw a license plate with 777, which has been showing up a bit lately. That’s a newer sign for me (also 222s and 999s). My main number messages (which I’ve blogged about) are 1111, 444, 555, and 333.
While working the great event today, early on, I noticed a Native American man behind the booth next to us quietly sewing a leather purse. I said something to him (forgot what now) and then jokingly said that I’d check back with him later to make sure he wasn’t lollygagging with his work. A couple of hours later, I followed up on my threat, and went over to see how he was coming along. He showed me how much he’d completed and one thing led to another and I found out he is from the Taos Pueblo. I have to admit that although I’m STARVED for answers about some things regarding Taos (and life) there was something about his energy that just drew me. The poor man very kindly listened as I gushed out all this Taos stuff…from how it first called me in 1998 and that dream I had last year where in the dream I loaded up a bus full of my belongings and tried to drive to Taos but got stuck in the mud somewhere. Finally, I got out of the mud and made it to Taos where I joined this circle of 3 Native American women. They said that they’d read an article about me, and that “Grandmother wants to talk to you.” I asked him if Taos Mountain is ever referred to as Grandmother by his people, and he said not that he ever heard…but…that they do refer to the land, in general, as Grandmother. He also told me that when Taos Pueblo was having some exploration done regarding their aquifer, while digging/measuring, the surveyor people discovered that in front of Taos Mountain…between the mountain and Highway 64 (El Prado area) there is this massive magnetic field that can’t be easily explained. I mentioned to him that my eyes get greener in Taos and that the first time I visited in 1998, both me and this other Californian, never needed to eat. We just did not get hungry and forced ourselves to eat because “we should”. It was like Taos fed us with its energy. Hearing about the magnetic field, I get it. That also explains why, when I’m there, I feel so much calmer and balanced. He was very familiar with people who’ve visited Taos for one day and instantly leave their old lives behind to move there as “the call” is so powerful. What’s interesting, is that he also said that although he knows many people where Taos worked out for them after heeding the call…he also knows many people where Taos was disastrous and they left within 2 years. We chatted about why that may happen regarding lessons that needed to be learned or soul growth.
He told me that Taos is feminine, which made me squeal, “Ah ha! I thought so!” I was in Taos yesterday, and my (I am a certain age) period was almost 4 weeks past due (as of today) and I really figured that maybe I’m done with periods. But, half way through the day yesterday, Aunt Flo showed up. (Yes, I told him this…warned you…) I then told him how the Hawaiian Islands are split between masculine and feminine islands. When I went with a group to the Big Island in 2002, the male leader of the group warned all of the women that the Big Island is feminine and that whether or not our periods were due…they’d show up. Well, we laughed at him…until…one by one…due or not…we all got periods that week! It was so funny. When my irregular peri-menopausal “friend” showed up yesterday, my gut reaction was, “Taos triggered it.” The man I talked to today basically confirmed that.
I also told him about the telepathic message I got from a dolphin in Hawaii in 2002 (blogged about that earlier) with the words “This will heal you” along with this geometric image that, years later, looked A LOT like Taos’ city emblem to me. I told him that the on its side oval over top of a triangle within a triangle made me suspect it represents Taos Pueblo’s very sacred Blue Lake that only the tribe is allowed to go to. He actually felt I could be right. I did ask him if the Rio Pueblo de Taos (that I would be allowed to go to in certain non Taos Pueblo areas) did indeed come from Blue Lake as someone told me she thought it did, and he said yes, that it is water from Blue Lake…and that it wouldn’t hurt to try that avenue.
We talked about how I, and others, talk to Taos Mountain…sometimes fight with it. We talked about a lot of stuff. It felt like a very NON accidental meeting/talk. I think I’m forgetting important things that came up now. Hmmm…
Finally, I said good-bye to him and went back over to work the vegan booth. I hadn’t been back at the booth but a minute or two, when I looked out at the people going by to see the back of this woman’s shirt that was BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL. Her shirt was an otherworldly beautiful butterfly (shaped like a butterfly too) in glistening colors that was freaking stunning. It took my breath away. I just HAD to run over to her to compliment it and ask her where she got it. I kid you not, I turned around for maybe 5 seconds to tell the person next to me, “Hold on. I’ll be right back!” as I ran out into the passersby to get to her. But, she was GONE! I mean, GONE! I looked everywhere and she was nowhere. It was impossible for her to have walked that far in 5-7 seconds! I stood in this open area near a guy who was videotaping the event and said to him, “That is weird! This woman just disappeared!” Get this, he then responds to me, “That just happened to me! I saw this guy I know, but he vanished!” He couldn’t explain what he had happen either. Seriously, I don’t think she was a human. I instantly said to myself that I need to look up what butterflies symbolize….keeping in mind that I had just had this important conversation with the man from Taos Pueblo.
A little while later, and after I was pooping out, I went to head back to my car when I walked past 2 women sitting off to the side with a young girl, eating. The one woman’s t-shirt had a picture of mountains on the back, with John Muir’s: The mountains are calling and I must go. — Well, I looooove that quote and ended up chatting with them because the timing was weird. I just had that quote show up yesterday or the day before, and I always connect that quote with Taos Mountain.
While in Albuquerque I decided to spy on my house I sold on October 20, 2014 (my birthday) to see if the woman who bought it is taking care of it. Driving way over to far NW Albuquerque, I saw a car go by me with a 333 license plate and chuckled. Really, it’s gotten to be amusing the 333s are so common lately (and 1111s with 555s). The good news is, my house looked pretty good. The bad news is that my beautiful decorative plumb tree in the front yard is dying…sigh. Anyway, while in that neighborhood, I got the urge to surprise my friend who lives a few blocks away and just quickly stop in to say howdy. I was not planning on visiting Sy, and don’t like to surprise people, but the urge was strong. Of course, I caught her doing more incredibly creative things to her cute house and when she brought me into her kitchen, I yelped, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” when I saw THIS:
Granted, I’ve not been inside her house for a while, but the butterfly on the wall and the two 333 license plates are new! She got the butterfly wall art as a gift last Christmas, and the two REAL 333 license plates “coincidentally” were “randomly” picked for her by MVD workers for her mom’s old car when her mom passed away (the yellow plate) and her Corvette she owned for a little while. Even Sy was amazed both plates were 333s as she knows that’s a sign from Masters after hanging around me. LOL! Sy is the one who noticed that I had butterfly earrings on today. I’d forgotten I was even wearing them. And, while writing this LONG blog tonight, it dawned on me that the pueblo I live on’s symbol is a butterfly. The image of a butterfly is on my apartment building here on the pueblo.
I mean, really. I was not planning on going into Sy’s house today. Someone in spirit wanted me to see her kitchen. Nothing is an accident. Laugh if you want that I get messages though coincidences and numbers, but I know there is a plan…and clues along the way.
Speaking of which, I just remembered something. My lease is up at the end of May and on Friday I was thinking, “Maybe I should move to Taos and do the long commute to Los Alamos for work.” But, on second thought, and someone who lives in Taos kind of agreed….I’d probably hate driving 1.5 hours each way twice daily. The lovely Taos Pueblo craftsman I was chatting with today told me that his brother did that exact commute for 35 years! He didn’t mind it for the most part because he loved his work/job so much…except in the winter when the road along the canyon/Rio Grande gets scary. It was just kind of funny that he mentioned something I’d been debating. For a minute he made me think, “It is doable” but I do think that far of a drive would get old pretty quick. And, that’s a lot of wear and tear on my car and gas money.
Okay, I’ve talked your ears off enough for today. But I just love “weird” days like this…when it’s clear that everyone you meet, every thing you see, hear, etc. is for a reason.
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.
Okay, today’s blog is a total hodgepodge. I’m all over the place right now! I’m typing this as stream of consciousness. Ha! It all started last night…well, not really. It started earlier yesterday when a friend randomly texted me this story about Celestial Seasonings Tea, which mentions The Urantia Book. I heard of The Urantia Book many years ago when I lived in Los Angeles, and was curious about the fact it’s supposed to contain all the answers to the mysteries of the universe or something, but at over 2,000 pages thick…I just didn’t have the fortitude to read it. I have a short attention span! Anyway, something about the book tugged at me while reading the article my friend sent about the origins of Sleepytime Tea.
Then today, I went to a special meeting of the NM UFO/Paranormal Forum with passing through Albuquerque on his way to Scottsdale speaker, Ret. Colonel Donald Ware. Right at the beginning of his interesting talk, he mentioned The Urantia Book and had copies there for sale! That book coming up twice in two days is just a little too weird to ignore. So, obviously, someone wants me to read it. Couldn’t they want me to read something that’s not 2,000+ pages?! You can download the book for free here, and there are also downloadable .mp3 audio files too. If my commute to/from work was longer, I’d download the audio files.
Don Ware is a very experienced, knowledgeable, and interesting man. To be honest, I had a hard time keeping up. But, when he started talking about Colorado Springs and how the Star Wars City was there…I suddenly got smacked around by my unseen friends who wanted me to focus. Colorado Springs is visually very pretty, but when I’ve been there, the energy is SO weird to me I just don’t like being there. The best way to describe it is “covert” and “Stepford Wives” ish. I saw these people that literally look like they stepped right out of the film. Think automatons. Nice, but automatons. Los Alamos also has very strange energy, a kind of “covert” energy…which makes sense with its history. (Also, if you’ve ever been to Los Alamos on a weekend, it’s EERILY vacant!)
As I was trying to get myself together after my spirit friends whacked me around (they can be very pushy and disorientating) because of what Don was saying about Colorado Springs, suddenly…UH OH…I was starting to leave the room. I got that all too familiar heart racing, rapid breathing, shaking, etc. sign(s) that I was about to go into trance. Yes, someone was being triggered to come in. I was in my chair deep breathing and clenching my chair, then my hands together to hold them back since it wasn’t appropriate to channel during Don’s talk. I didn’t know what was causing this until I looked up and saw on the screen that Don was talking about missing Malaysian flight MH 370! Then it was REALLY hard to hold back my unseen friends! Much of what Don said about what REALLY happened regarding that plane matched up with what I had channeled about it back in 2014! You can see me talk about MH 370 during this trance session here. (Not the best quality video.) Let me tell you, that gave me the heebie jeebies! To say that the plane just crashed like any other plane crash is totally inaccurate by a long shot!
Don talked about the New Berlin/New Germany that is inside the Earth, if I understood things correctly. I’m going to be honest and say I’ve always been very skeptical about stories regarding beings living inside planet Earth. But, Don Ware made me at least consider the possibility today. I think my head is going to explode. I think he said that most of the people inside MH 370 were taken to New Berlin. I had mentioned in trance that the plane went into another dimension.
Here is an almost 2 hour talk by Don back in 2014: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL_pTaiJZHo
Here are pictures from today:
Something that stuck with me is when Don mentioned this other ex military/government man…who…when on his deathbed, said something like, “Whatever you can dream of…we can already do.” The USA, and other countries, have been building flying saucers and such for a LONG time, not to mention doing other miraculous things thanks to technology we’ve gotten from ETs. The funny part was when he mentioned that Russia captured 6 ETs and thought they could just hold them captive. Ha! The ETs just disappeared. 😉
Now, going back to yesterday, in the middle of the night I heard what sounded like someone either inside my closet trying to get out, or someone outside my closet trying to get in. I kept hearing what sounded like someone pulling aggressively on my bedroom closet door knob rapidly, back and forth…back and forth. This went on for an annoyingly long time. I don’t know why it didn’t freak me out immediately, but it didn’t. Finally, I just got tired of the noise and sat up in bed to see what the hell was going on. Of course, the moment I did, it stopped and there was silence. Classic. I laid back down and about a minute later, it started up again! But, thankfully, it stopped for good about a minute after that. I don’t know if it was a ghost or some ET messing with me or what, but when I was telling a friend today what happened, it came to me that maybe someone in spirit (probably Uncle Chuckie…who has been known to knock and ring my doorbell in the night) was trying to tell me something symbolically. I said, “Maybe Chuckie (or whoever) was trying to tell me to OPEN THE DOOR MYSELF instead of waiting for a door to open in order to move forward in my very stuck life. I have to admit, regarding leaving New Mexico, I’ve been looking for a door to open somewhere…anywhere…but there’s been nothing but no doors or slammed shut doors. I was hit with a spiritual “whack” when I said this to my friend. So, yep, I’m supposed to create and/or open a door myself. Lovely. Have I mentioned that I’m a scaredy cat and not particularly a leader? I’m much more of a follower. 🙂 This whole being forced to grow things is just annoying. My guides did not pick the right person for this work…I say begrudgingly. 😉
Until next time,
6-8 weeks ago or so (I can’t keep track of time anymore) I started seeing COLORADO everywhere I went. I would just happen to look at a car and it would be from Colorado. I’d turn on the radio to hear a “Come to Denver” commercial. Right around that time, a good psychic I know told me that I need to relocate, and when I did, I’d be moved into my TRUE work (as opposed to office work that wastes my talents). She saw me dressed all in white, which to me symbolized spiritual work. She said I would “bring color into someone’s black and white life” because of the move. Now, that phrase is especially meaningful to me because ever since Dr. Eric Scott Pearl changed my life in 1996, I have literally said that I went from living in black and white to living in color.
Anyway, I decided to plan a trip during the July 4th holiday and drive up to Denver to check it out because the “signs” have been annoyingly persistent. Because of my elderly cat’s health, leaving all 3 cats at home isn’t a good idea in this heat (leaving a swamp cooler running unattended can lead to expensive home repairs and drowned cats) so I decided that I’m bringing them with me. I called one motel in downtown Denver that said it accepted pets, but the nice manager let me know that although that is true, I would not be allowed to leave my cats unattended during the day…which I need to do. She referred me to another motel that she knew would have no problem with me leaving the kids while I’m exploring Denver. That motel is located in a suburb called Thornton, which I’d never heard of before. I went ahead and booked a room on Thursday, not thinking anything of it.
While sitting at a red light last night while driving to meet friends for happy hour, since I was bored, I glanced over to my left. What did my eyes land directly upon, you ask? THORNTON, CO in big black letters was on the back fender of a Century Link truck next to me! I mean, now come on. What are the odds?! I’d never even heard of Thornton until Thursday! And this is Albuquerque, NM!
Now, I am someone who tries to listen to spirit’s urging me to do something, but I have let my unseen friends know flat out that if they want me to move to Denver, Boulder, or wherever Colorado, that (1) they need to hand me a good paying, quality job to pay the rent with and (2) they need to arrange the easy sale of my house at a good price. Needless to say, good jobs are not easy to come by (especially at my age with only a high school diploma) and selling your house without losing money is not easy right now. The real estate market in Albuquerque is picking up, thank God, but it’s still not great. I have picked up and moved or quit jobs, etc. due to the urging of my unseen friends before, but I’m just not willing to do it on faith this time. Getting close to middle age does this to a person! 🙂 Oh, there is also the issue of Denver’s winters. I am not a fan of cold and snow. I am someone whose dream is to live in Costa Rica for crying out loud! If I wanted cold, I’d be in my beloved Taos. 🙂
Now, it WILL be interesting if when I get up there next week, someone offers me a job out-of-the-blue or I fall madly in love with some guy whose world needs a little color…and…oh yeah, he just so happens to have friends looking to buy a small house in Albuquerque. 😉
I do feel that SOMETHING important is going to happen during the 4 days I’m there, but we’ll see. We are in a damn Mercury retrograde right now, so it’s not the best time to start anything new, but sometimes God has other ideas.
Play safe in the ethers,
Atheria / Carrie