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Zozobra and making Taos a healing center

After all the years I’ve lived in New Mexico (twice in Albuquerque and now further north) I’ve never gone to the burning of Zozobra.  I totally forgot this year until it was too late.  The burning of Zozobra occurred Friday night in Santa Fe.  For those who don’t know, Zozobra is known as Old Man Gloom.  New Mexico had the ORIGINAL Burning Man…although the one in the Nevada desert has gotten most of the attention.  For weeks beforehand, people from all over New Mexico (and elsewhere) write down their gloomy thoughts and disappointments and all those slips of paper are stuffed inside Zozobra…so that all your bad can be burned away.  It’s rather magickal/pagan, now that I think about it.  But, for anyone that freaks out, just think of it as symbolically releasing all that is gloomy in your life.  I do have to say that New Mexico has some cool traditions!

Here are a couple of Instagram videos others posted and one photo.

@Regrann from @bcquist7 – Burning Old Man Gloom👺💥 #santafe #zozobra – #regrann

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@Regrann from @newmexiconomad – 🌟🌟Featured #Video🌟🌟 from @laura_m_marturano 😃 👍 👏 😍 Zozobra, also known as Old Man Gloom (OMG), is the creation of Will Shuster, one of a group of artists known as the Cinco Pintores, who made their way to New Mexico in the 1920s. Shuster’s creation first appeared in his backyard in 1924 as a six-foot puppet, and over the years, has grown to a towering 50-foot high marionette. Made of muslin and stuffed with hundreds of bags of shredded paper, Zozobra is a dark and eerie character, part ghost and part monster, who was introduced publicly as part of Santa Fe Fiesta events in 1926. Since that time, the people of Santa Fe, families and friends new and old, have annually made their way to Fort Marcy Park, a few blocks from the historic Santa Fe Plaza, to view this one-of-a-kind Labor Day Friday pageant. – #regrann

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As an unrelated side note, and not that I’m biased…okay, I’m biased…Taos is magical.  Anyway, this is a great article on healing and Taos.  Taos should be a healing center.  Actually, it already is in some ways.  I’ve met numerous people who have gone through tremendous transformation there.  It hasn’t always been easy for them to purge and rebirth, but it’s been necessary and beneficial long term.

In light,
Atheria

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Supposedly I’m on track…

I just got home from a friend’s party, and spent most of the time talking to two women, one a fellow medium, and another, someone who wasn’t aware that she DOES have an ability but was very drawn into what we other two were talking about frenetically.  I love meeting other psychics because it infuses me with energy as I can talk to someone who speaks my language.  The fellow medium is from a small town in the middle of Louisiana, so at first we talked about the strong energy in New Orleans (one of my favorite places but boy….be prepared!)

During our 3 hours of chatting, the other medium would randomly give me info and messages about whatever I was talking about.  Of course, New Mexico’s magic came up quite a bit.  She got a “hit” that I’m living where I’m living right now (on a pueblo) because my Native American guides (didn’t tell her I have them but yep…) are trying to get me to pull in my all-over-the-place-energy and focus myself here in the middle of nowhere.  That totally agrees with what I’ve been intuiting.  She told me to go back to Tsankawi (where I hiked a couple of weeks ago and felt it had strong energy) in the early morning…preferably on a weekday when less people are bound to be there…and meditate and my path forward would be made clear to me.  I have this coming Friday off from work so I’ll probably go!  God knows I need clarity!

We also spoke about my past life as a Ute (and another as a Mescalero Apache) and she felt strongly that I should check out Ouray, CO (where I almost went instead of Telluride last weekend) because Ouray is not only special, but was the central Ute point.  I know that while driving through the Southern Ute area last weekend I felt very much at home.  The only problem is that to get to Ouray from Durango, you have to take the VERY SCARY (think narrow road with no guardrails and 1,000s of feet over the edge) Million Dollar Highway.

Much to my chagrin, she also told me that I have the “day job” I have right now for a good reason.  I’m to use it to stockpile money (which I’m doing) and need to stay there for a while to create a good nest egg to finance my future…which she sees being in Taos.  She told me that I WILL move to Taos but am not financially ready to yet, and that I’ll earn my living doing readings and will be in with the Santa Fe celebrity crowd.  Grandmother, who I dreamed about, will be my main guide then.  People will flock to me in Taos.  She compared me to the psychic Shirley MacLaine (fellow New Mexico lover) relied on.  Interestingly, enough, I have met the wonderful Ms. MacLaine and was able to give her a message from Dean Martin years ago…and I have a past in the Entertainment Industry in Los Angeles.  The TV/film biz still calls to my soul very much and I’m glad that the film biz in Tamalewood (what New Mexico is called) is doing really well right now.

At one point she asked me what I picked up about her, and I had been distracted by this clairvoyant black witch hat (horrible stereotype!) that I kept seeing over her head.  I told her about it and she said that she had a past life as a curandera in eastern New Mexico at one point.  So that made sense.  Then I had images of bingo cards pop into my head, which made no sense to me…so I just told her about what I saw.  Come to find out, she’s been thinking of attending a bingo night this coming week.  I told her to GO!  Then, I started getting some numbers in my head.  I gave her the numbers and told her to play them!  I told her I get 10% if she wins.  LOL!  Lastly, I kept picking up something with the right side of her lower abdomen, and she told me that every time she goes through TSA screening at airports, even if she’s wearing no underwear or bra (because she’s tired of this happening) she gets pulled aside due to the X-ray machine showing something metal in her right abdomen/groin area and her left collarbone/shoulder area.  The odd thing is that I keep having 2 spots show up on me too, and one is my left collarbone/shoulder area.  We suspect we may have extraterrestrial implants in that area.

We also talked about the fact I have a hard time sitting still and prefer to stand, and how I have a lifetime history of rocking back and forth (if you notice in my channeling videos, I rock back and forth) and loving to swing on swingsets, etc.  She felt that it’s my way of moving energies through my body.  That makes sense.  I literally have super 8 movies of me as a baby sitting up and rocking.  Something about swinging and rocking makes me feel good.

I asked her if she noticed that a high percentage of psychics (especially mediums) are diabetic and why that is, and yes, she has noticed it and is indeed diabetic herself.  She suspects that we need to keep higher glucose levels due to the tremendous amount of energy we use up doing readings.  That makes sense.  It also justifies my love of carbs and how I do terrible on low carb diets.

I just had to share this conversation as I love these types of magical meetings/conversations!  A couple of times during our chat, I felt strong emotion as I knew she was speaking truth.

Blessings,

Atheria

Butterflies, 333, spirits, and magnetics

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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.

https://www.insects.org/ced4/mythology.html

http://www.entomon.net/indian-butterfly-legends-and-poems.shtml

http://www.spiritanimal.info/butterfly-spirit-animal/

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:

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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.

Peace,

Atheria

I suspect my new guide is a teleplay/screenplay writer.

northernexposureI need to start this post by saying that I think “Northern Exposure” was the best TV show EVER.  I mean, right up there with “MASH” and “The West Wing” kind of ever!  I have never recovered from “Northern Exposure” (NE) going off the air in 1995.  Years later I wrote to Joshua Brand and John Falsey begging them to somehow bring the show back on the air.  NE was quirky and weird and deep and spiritual and silly and CREATIVE.  I discovered Enya because of the show.  At the end of one episode, this otherworldly music started playing that filled me with chills and made me cry, “What is that heavenly music?!”  (It was Enya’s Caribbean Blue.  Click the link for breathtaking footage set to the song that will make you feel God.)

I’ve had this vague TV show idea in the back of my head for a while based on my beloved Taos, New Mexico.  In some ways, Taos reminds me of the fictitious town of Cicely, Alaska featured in NE.  Well, I got some notifications today from YouTube regarding replies people posted after a comment I made on a NE scene many months ago.  It triggered some back and forth chatting, and suddenly, WHACK!  I started tingling as someone in spirit moved into my energy field to tell me, “Write the show!”  I didn’t realize just how much NE had affected other people like it had affected me years ago.  But, it did.  There’s a whole contingent of people hungry for entertaining and inspirational programming.  Quality…and I stress QUALITY…films and TV shows can really make a difference in people’s lives.  Certain films have changed my life forever due to their power.

I’m suspecting that I’m in the middle of nowhere for a reason.  I can’t even get regular TV reception here.  I have Netflix and Amazon for one month for free because of my SAG-AFTRA membership (via my Roku TV) but I just decided that as much as I’m enjoying “Orange is the New Black” and “Goliath” I will not subscribe to these streaming TV services.  It’s far too easy to get home from work and plop in front of the TV for hours accomplishing nothing.  I need to have nothing to do so that I can go within and create.  I need to have no distractions.  (Of course, with active cats, there will be some distractions….haha)  I need to CREATE television, not watch it.  And yes, I apologize to my fellow TV writers/producers out there.  This is just temporary. 🙂 Once I can quit my day job and focus only on writing/producing, I’ll have more free time…in theory…to watch others’ creativity on screen.

Long ago I heard this theory about New Mexico that I do feel could be true.  Someone told me that New Mexico is where people come to heal…mostly emotionally and at a soul level…but sometimes physically too.  The desolation here, the lack of glitzy distractions, the wide open space–seriously, you can see for a hundred miles–and the lack of people (the entire state of New Mexico, with its 121,697 square miles of land, only has 2.09 million people as of 2015) forces one to go within…to not look outside for who they are, but to explore the inner workings of their being.  It may not be an accident that I ended up on pueblo land with no real TV and not much to do other than my nightly yoga.  If I was back in Los Angeles, I could VERY easily distract myself with things to waste time and never accomplish a damn thing.  Of course, this WILL take discipline.  It’ll also take studying since I don’t know how to write a teleplay in the proper format, etc.  I do know I’m really, really good with dialogue.  I’m quite confident regarding that.  I just get lost in the plot part.  HA!

I do suspect that the new guide a fellow psychic mentioned was coming soon is a writer guide.  I have attracted writers in spirit before, like the awesome Henry Miller.  I will never forgive myself for being too shy years ago to take wonderful Neil Simon up on his offer of mentorship.  UGH!  I can be a moron!

If I can mesh my love of writing with TV/film (I have a metaphysical film idea too but it’s got a major plot problem.) and spirituality/metaphysics, that would be freaking fabulous!  I’d finally be doing what I’m supposed to be doing on this planet!  I can’t help but think of J.K. Rowling’s story where she was a single mother not knowing how she’d support herself and her kids when the entire first “Harry Potter” book just popped into her head.  Um…hello!  Divine intervention!  She channeled the book, for lack of another way to say it.  And I think things turned out pretty darn well for her! 🙂

Well, it’s late and I’m tired, so I need to sign off.  But, I think I’m onto something.  I am in Tamalewood after all!

In light,

Atheria

Conversations with Grandmother

I decided to try to talk to Grandmother Taos Mountain…and this happened.

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Atheria:  Grandmother Mountain, what do you want from me?

Grandmother:  I want what is best for you.

A:  What’s best for me?

G:  Inner peace and fulfilment along with the full expression of your true self.

A:  What does that entail?  Can you elaborate?

G:  You are meant to be a free soul…freed from the confines of what society tells you who you should be.  You have come here at this time in the planet’s history to not only be a light bearer, but also a warrior for the light.  You ARE a warrior for truth.

A:  If I’m a warrior for the light, how do I pay the bills?  How do I earn a living?

G:  Trust that money will flow to you that meets your true needs…not what you THINK you need.

A:  Well, that is freaking scary!

G:  Fear is from the dark.

A:  That’s easy for you to say.  You aren’t down here living in the 3D/material world where rent needs to be paid and food needs to be purchased…not to mention vet bills.

G:  Know that you will be provided for…and you will be.  Spirit will not abandon you if you commit yourself to being what you’re meant to be.

A:  Hmmmm….

A:  What is it about Taos (besides you being there) that makes me resonate with the place so much?

G:  Not only have you lived in this area in prior human lives, but your personal vibration meshes with the ley lines that cross through the Taos area and create a pulse of energy.  As everyone vibrates energetically at a certain tone, the music that is Taos resonates with your soul’s song.

A:  Well that is beautiful!

G:  The cliché, “Beauty comes from within…not without” has its origin in truth.

A:  I’m feeling rather “Conversations with God” about this conversation. 🙂 I know Neale just sat down with pen and paper and asked questions and allowed himself to hear the answers.

G:  I will let you call this “Conversations with Grandmother”.

A:  Does that mean this will be an ongoing thing?

G:  Yes it does…should you choose it.  Your cooperation is needed, and you’ve not been the most cooperative child.

A:  Who are you calling child?!

G:  If the shoe fits.

A:  Pffffffffffffffft!

G:  I rest my case.

A:  Okay, that did make me laugh.

G:  Humor is quite healing.

A:  I need a lot of healing.  I’m so tired of 21+ years of increasingly bad head and neck pain. 😦 Would you suggest I go down to Brazil and see John of God?

G:  You do not need to travel that far to be healed, although he IS a worker for the divine.  If it will be too much of a hardship to fly down to Brazil and make your way to Abadiânia, we (yes…we are actually a Council of Grandmothers, not singular, although we speak as one united voice) suggest you travel within for healing.  As within, so without.  You have the power to heal yourself that you have continuously given away to others.

A:  I’ve tried to heal myself, really, but I just don’t know what I’m doing.

G:  Take the image the dolphin gave you telepathically in Hawaii and focus on it both in your third eye and also see it at the base of your skull and middle of neck.  The image of the triangle within a triangle with a sideways oval within an oval over the top point of the triangle is infused with Taos’ energy.  You did notice a while back that the town emblem looks very much like what the dolphin sent you with the words, “This will heal you.”  Also, it needs to be noted that not speaking your truth negatively impacts your neck via the throat chakra.

A:  Yes, I did notice that and blogged about it earlier.  It kind of freaked me out a bit when I had the “Ah ha!” moment.

town_of_taos_largeG:  Why “freak out” when you’ve been given a blessing?  We’d think you’d be proud and happy.

A:  Well, I thought it was downright cool, but sometimes it gets overwhelming when I realize just how planned out and guided things are by my unseen friends.  I’m a control freak and having to accept that I’m not totally in charge and that there are indeed wheels turning behind the scenes fills me with both awe and insecurity.

G:  The idea of control comes from the ego.  Let go of your need to control everything.  It does not serve you.  Trust that you ARE being guided in a way that will lead to your highest good and greatest growth.

A:  I’ll try.

G:  Either do or do not do.  There is no try.  Didn’t someone once say that? 😉

A:  You’re starting to get aggravating.

G:  Tough love.

A:  I’m tempted to stick my tongue out again but won’t.

G:  Good.  You’re growing already.

A:  Well, I’ve got some stuff to do, so I need to take off.  And, it’s Super Bowl Sunday!

G:  I love you and look forward to continuing this dialogue.  Take care, sweet child.

A:  I’m 50!

G:  If you knew my age, well, let’s just say your head would explode.  50 is just the tip of existence.

A:  Thank you.  And thank you for the quality job that brought me back to New Mexico for the 3rd time.  I do appreciate it even though it’s not work that calls to my soul.  At least I don’t have to worry about money and health insurance right now, etc.

G:  You’re welcome.  See?  I can meet you half way.  But, the job was just a way to get you back here.

A:  I appreciate it…really…

G:  Blessings to you. ~ Grandmother (Taos) Mountain and the Council of 7.

A vortex in my kitchen?!

For those who don’t know, magical New Mexico called me back to it for a 3rd (and final) time.  I moved back to this powerful state on the 7th of November for a quality “day job” that alluded me in Colorado.  I have a fabulous apartment on Native American land (can’t give too many specifics due to a stalker) where there are few people…and millions of stars that sparkle in the night sky.  Supposedly, there is quite a bit of UFO activity here too.  I would not be surprised at all.  People have been lovely to me, and I’ve come to the realization that a big city is NOT for me anymore.  Give me small town America!

When I moved into this apartment I didn’t notice anything “odd” and the energy felt fine.  I have been meaning to smudge the place, just in case, but keep forgetting to do a cleansing.  It’s always good practice to do an energetic cleansing of any new place you move into, even if nothing bad happened there.  A good sign that the energy here is okay is that Chakra, my 9 year old brown tabby cat, has stopped barfing all the time (only 2 episodes since the 7th).  Where we were living in Westminster, CO, she barfed 1-2 times a day.  I thought it was the food, but clearly it was the environment.  Animals, especially cats, are very sensitive to energy.  This place is much more peaceful.

Anyway, while getting ready to drive to Santa Fe for the day to take care of a bunch of errands, I was in my kitchen packing a health food lunch to bring with me when all of a sudden I felt this dramatic pressure shift sensation in my head…and especially in my right (clairaudient) ear.  If you could have seen me, you would have seen me scrunching up my face as I tried to figure out what was going on.  Then there was this very hard to hear…like it was FAR off in the distance…sound in my right ear like a radio station was trying to tune in with bad reception.  I have never had this happen before.  I asked who was there as I was sure it was someone in spirit, but couldn’t get a clear answer.  I do think it MIGHT have been White Feather as I did see (clairvoyantly) a white feather image in my head.  But, I am not 100% sure it was him as he doesn’t show up that often anymore.  That being said, since I’m living on Native land…it could have been him.  After the ear thing, I started feeling like I was about to go into trance, but it didn’t happen.  I did feel strong tingling throughout my body though.

As I’m a very logical person and someone skeptical, I always look for a simple explanation for weird occurrences, and turned off the fish tank pump to see if my ear was creating some background noise from that.  Now, turning the filter/pump off DID lesson the ear noise, but it didn’t totally go away.  Then I went into the bedroom, and it stopped.  I went back into the kitchen, and the tingling, trance feeling, and ear thing came back.  I went into the bathroom, and it stopped.  Back into the kitchen, and it started again.  There is something in my kitchen!  The word that comes to mind is VORTEX.

As NOTHING HAPPENS BY ACCIDENT OR COINCIDENCE, late in my Santa Fe day full of errands, I pulled into Sprouts Market (as my last stop)…to see an unexpected Starbucks.  I was way past due for my 3 p.m. daily caffeine, and ran into Starbucks after grocery shopping to get a cup of coffee for the drive home.  On my way out, I noticed a hallway and stuck my head around the corner to look.  I surprisingly saw a bunch of shops/stores in an indoor mall.  I didn’t realize it was a real mall until I walked down to see this Mini Cooper on display.  How a good size shopping mall can be hidden is beyond me!  I had NO idea this place existed and have been in Santa Fe numerous times for years!  Something “called” me to keep walking and exploring even though I really needed to get back home.  The DeVargas Center has some great shops, including specialty pet stores, fancy kitchen gadget stores, an Aveda salon, etc.  I liked all of it, but this one store called Om Blessings drew me to it and I got talking to a very friendly woman who worked there and another great woman following her passion who was selling beautiful essential oil/herb/tea gift sets.  During our conversation, I learned that 3 psychic mediums came into the store today, and vortexes came up with all of them!  Granted, if you are into metaphysics, you occasionally talk about vortexes, but…at least for me…it’s not a common occurrence.  I mean, I don’t walk up to strangers on a regular basis and mention that I think there’s a vortex in my kitchen.  But, 3 of us had mentioned vortexes to the store owner/employee today!  She even mentioned that something seemed to be drawing psychic mediums into the store today, like we were being “called”.

I’ve been back in New Mexico for less than 2 weeks and already I feel like things are subtly aligning.  For example, last weekend I drove to my beloved Taos for the day and when I parked Ruby in the lot I typically park in, I saw something lumped up next to her spot but ignored it.  Later, when I came back to the car, the lump was interesting looking enough that i checked it out.  And THIS is what it was!

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Taos gifted me once again!  I took it as a sign that yes, I’m where I’m supposed to be.  New Mexico does that kind of thing.  For what this state lacks in economy or glittery 3D distractions, it makes up for in terms of spiritual growth and power.  The lack of people and mind numbing things to do, forces one to go within…to heal…and grow.  My friend had a dream years ago about New Mexico (when she was living in Illinois) where she was told, “People come here to heal.”  Yep.

It’s getting late, and I’m pooped, but I cannot wait to see what happens next.  I know that things here are going to get interesting!

In light,

Atheria

Taos Dream

I swear my blog isn’t totally about Taos, but it is on my mind more and more…to the point I dreamed of it last night, very vividly.  Now I’m struggling to make sense of it.  I should have immediately written it down or recorded it so as not to forget, but I was stupidly lazy so now my memory isn’t totally clear.

I had driven a big converted bus (or something cumbersome) that I seemed to be living inside of down to Taos but there was a storm and it either got stuck in mud or started sliding backwards in mud down a hill or something.  I forgot how, but somehow I got it out of that bad situation and made it to Taos.  Once there, I met 3…I think 3, Native American women and we sat talking in a semi circle.  I suspect I was on Taos Pueblo, but am not 100% sure.  They told me they read a fabulous article about me in The Taos News.  I had no idea a story about me was being written!  Then they said that Grandmother wanted to talk to me.  I don’t think this referred to Grandmother Jean.  I feel it was someone or something else.

A friend of mine in Taos suspects Grandmother refers to Taos Mountain.  I do talk to it, as I’ve mentioned before.  She has suggested I drive back down (4.5 hours…ugh) to Taos, sit next the Taos Pueblo’s river, and not only TALK to the mountain, but actually shut up and listen for once.  I’m kind of afraid of what I might hear.  I have a feeling that if Taos Mountain IS the “Grandmother” referred to, it’ll tell me it’s time to walk away from the life I’ve known.  That it’s time to become my soul’s truth.