Greetings & Welcome

What really wonderful words you give to me with all my heart...Thank-you

Darwin...welcome to the thread that Donna so graciously began I think your suggestion is perfect...so here we are

You ask what tribe? Sioux Probably Ogallala ....although I feel a closeness to Hunkpapa.
I was four when we, my family, first went to the Black Hills. I was in Heaven. Little blonde white girl who remembered another time. I saw the Crazy Horse mountain, before it became a monument. I found my way to the stock corral at the Black Hills Round-up in Belle Fourche...quite at home with the mustangs. My parents didn't see it that way..
but then I had my first pair of boots at 21/2...and take me to the pony ride was a week-end plea...for me.

Wow...just let the words flow It seems important to prep you a bit. I was an unusual child...in today's vernacular...gifted. Funny, I have never made that statement before...and yet I know I have felt the THOHT. There was a great deal of mental conformity imposed upon my generation... which simply echoed through our children and on and on. I kinda' feel I am here to influence another flow of THOHT.

The Flow of Abundance and believing IT Or better said...Be Living It

It is the Greatest Gift given to me. It runs so deep and so true with in my Soul and reflects a light so bright it magnetizes. This is true.

This magical presence is a catalist...for it literally 'jolts' others into an emotional response...one they are ready to meet. That doesn't always reflect a pleasant experience.
That has been the most challenging for me.

Abundance...Knowing there is Enough for All.

Today I saw the hiway crew start to pack it up. Exhausted after twelve hours of hard work and what do they have to show for it? What do any of us have to show for it?

A cycle of slavery to pay the debt. This is what our world is today. Firmly entrenched in Money Madness. Abundance chased becomes Greed. And re-enforces your belief in scarcity...lack of...not enough.

What pray tell does this have to do with Channeling Linda Goodman?

Linda's beacon of wisdom..."Star Signs" Shines bright the path. Her wisdom given to All of us as the Keys to Unlock the Mysteries of the Universe encompasses much more than our personal pursuit. It is so appropriate to walk through the door way of Astrology with the pesonal queries. And just as appropriate to continue walking into spatial THOHT...expanding beyond the pages of Linda's books.

If Linda were alive today in physical form she would say something like this....
"The Universe is the Song of One. Knowing you are All and expanding S-elf to Encompass this THOHT knowing All Is Possible. Limitations are imposed by choice...something designed to assist our challenge to rise above... Karma. It has lived it's purpose and no longer serves the Flow of Humanity."

"This is a time of Mass Consciousness Healing. A time of Foregiveness. This is the retrieval of vivid memories of lives past. In your Linear Construction of Time ... All has been in perfect chronological order. Not so. All is culminating at this Magi-C-All
Time. Think of a Spring Source..high in the Pristine Peaks..giving it's trickle rivilet life. Gathering strength and size plunging to the plateau a raging flow that begins to define itself in many expressions....rapids, smooth deep water, pools and streams...constantly carving and transporting, rearranging and redistributing.
Serving Mother Earth in every way...
Four in Death is Birth ...Another Day
Ultimately...reaching the Ocean of Life. The purifying Alchemical Cauldron of Creation.
To Begin A Knew Life."
"There is not a single thing that is ever LOST. Nothing can be destroyed...except in
your Mind. If you see destruction it is seeded with the Images you hold with in your THOHTS. Change your THOHTS...change your Images...change your WHIRLED Energy...change Mother Earth. "

"Bringing US back to Abundance => B A New Dance... Dance with Abundance. You'll know when you're not. You will hear a voice with in that states clearly..."Don't be crazy..you can't do that ...you can't have that...you can't be that The Voice of Limitation.
The moment you hear it...Just say "Oh, Yes I Can Oh, Yes I Will Visualizing clearly your Heart's Dream "

We are feeling the S-urge. Spiritual Soul Flow...Re Membering. Pushed...prompted...prodded we respond to an Inner Voice of Higher Self receiving messages through our Dreams and Visions...Awareness of Now...Being In the Know Now.

Which brings me to my Know Now and I Now Know it is Time to have a rather large and generous serving of my fave+vor+rite...You guessed it Cookie Dough Chip and Dulce Leche
Bueno Bueno

Don't Ya Love IT....LIFE. Can you see what is right in the center of it? L..IF...E The word that begins Creative THOHT

If I just submit this NOW...I will be eating my ice cream...slurp...slurp...smiley slurp.

Follow Your Heart Down the Yellow Brick Road
Pat

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You are very into it Pat. I'm a baby in here, just posted a message in channeling part 1. I wish eye would have saw part 2, 1st. see ya later!

Pat

The Dance of Life is like a hologram, encompassing All, in All Ways, All Times. That is how I felt as I read your post. It was like a beam directed right at the middle of my forehead.

Love and Skipping Down the Yellow Brick Road
Donna

Hi Pat,

Dazzling, as usual!

Hey, guess what?! I am not much of an ice cream eater, but since it's my birthday today I decided to stop in for a Rocky Road Sundae. Man, was it good! Before long, you just might have the whole world eating ice cream. Hee hee!

White Feather

Greetings, everyONE!

Pat has gone to play with her grandkids, but she will be back before too long. That will give everyONE a chance to think about what question they would like to ask Linda. When Pat comes back we can each present her with our well-thought out questions. This will inundate her and make her feel loved. Tee Hee. It will also spark her (she needs questions), although I think her little trip will probably supply plenty of spark!

Questions and more questions,
White Feather

Hi Pat,

I am hoping that perhaps you will be back this weekend and will be able to catch up in Lindaland. I thought I had a question for Linda, but I think I will come up with a new one. Anyway, you need time to catch up. We sure have missed you.

Love and ice cream,
White Feather

Hi Pat,

I have missed you, too. It has been pretty quiet around here without you.

I sure bet your "kids" have missed you, too. What's the good word? Did you or Linda come up with any revelations on your trip? Have you found a new place to live? We are anxious to hear about it all.

Love and Blessings,

Dolphin2

Dear Pat

Can't wait to hear from you and your experiences!!

Donna

Greetings Every ONE

Talk about Transcendental Travel

Most important of All...on 5-10-2000 which is an 8...representing Balance...the Mid Point of my 20 day Endurance Test...YOU...gave me the gift of approval and acceptance..that which I have hungered for most of my life. It is not that I have not experienced success in many different forms...certainly, my daughters and Grandchildren are the finest contribution I have ever given to this world.
But to truly feel wanted, needed, trusted and respected by so many brave souls of the Truth of One...Well, you know me my friends...I was so touched by the post White Feather began about Shirley Maclaine. You gave me a vote of confidence that put me back on track...literally.

This new reality we are creating moment by moment is ever so fragil. I truly believe that my experiences are lived through your thoughts at times...for there were too many synchro's to be discounted. We were flowing together in THOHT ...more than once. I found great strength knowing we are In Deed...ALL One.

As for the trip...It is always best to begin at the begining...when Alice stepped through the Looking Glass. Remember???

The events leading up to this trip would have halted any thoughts of going any where for most. Each situation presenting itself in perfect cadence with the enourmous (hmmmm add an e and it becomes en is Spanish for in our mouse...just a THOHT that popped in) enourmous Astrological influences. Amazing..the events in this trip pulled past reality wide open...exposing the very core of issues. Issues we all face.

It was precisely the perfect expression possible for path and purpose. It was a test of courage with out a doubt. Fear tried desparately to hitch a ride with me.

At regular intervals Fear would send that subtle invitation to dance together..."Oh, maybe you should go back home.." "Turn around and give up.." And the inevitable "What If?"

It was 11am when I finally got on the road...forgot my camera and had to go back to get it. Every slow car immediately appeared in front of me. It took forever to get through Taos. I'm in Gallup by 3:30pm and ready to call it a day. I find a safe haven and get situated in my room. And realize I have not eaten all day. A hot meal and warm bed what simple pleasures in life. And what shall tomorrow bring.

Day Two....Beautiful Morning. I get up early and on the road by 7am. The truck is on it's first long trip since putting a new engine in it a year ago. Winslow,Arizona keeps drifting across my mind...it's constant reappearance makes me wonder..why?

I'm cruising along doing the speed limit..75mph..not far from Winslow and there is no power. I look at the gages and watch in disbelief...the oil needle plunge in slow motion to the bottom. I managed to pull over to the shoulder and turned off the engine. I then began to motion to the truckers..for help. Fortunate for me...a State Hiway man stopped and helped me to get to the exit and to the nearest garage.

Four hours later...while changing the oil it was discovered a packing bag of the moisture absorbing resin beads had been left inside the oil pan...it had burst and the beads were blocking the oil filter...preventing the flow of oil to the engine. Duh!

I left with the following instructions...Change the oil at your destination to be sure all the beads are out. And if anything happens stop and have it checked. Right away!

Very encouraging...especially when I was just back on the interstate when a strange hesitation developed with the excelleration. A kind of hiccup...like taking your foot off the gas completely and then right back on.
Great...just what I need. I could just imagine these little resin terrorist beads slipping into the vital organs of the engine.

I was determined to make it to Laughlin,Nevada...I did.. with sheer will power and determination...nothing would stand in my way. I was going to see my family. Nothing would stop me.

Day Three will have to wait until tomorrow.
I am so happy to be home and on line that I couldn't wait to say hello

Follow Your With Courage
Pat

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Hey! I knew there was a reason for staying up late.
Welcome home, Pat!
Beads in Arizona...Hmmm.
Cliff dweller druids.

Darwin

Oh Yippee!

Welcome back Pat!

White Feather

Oh Pat, the name of Linda's beloved calico cat, I am so glad you are back!! You bring the sunshine that the days sometimes lack....

With love and smiles,
Nadir

Dear Pat

Boy, am I glad to see you back!

Oh ToTo, there's no place like home.

Donna

Hi Pat,

Great to hear about your adventures. I am very glad you are back. I was on the site at the same time as you wrote your message, but must have left before it went up. I hope all is well with you, as I am sure it is, since you are Immortal.

How are your "kids"? I'll bet they were jumping for joy to see you again. And how is your California family, I hope they were just as enthusiastic to have you with them.

Lots of Love,

Dolphin2

Greetings Every ONE

There's No Place Like Home

Day Three...If you've never been to Laughlin I would describe it as a Mini-Las Vegas. The Colorado River is the big attraction...as the cool respite from the relentless Mojave Sun.

The Hotel/Casino's compete for the clientel with outrageously low prices for their rooms and food. It seemed the best choice not knowing exactly what was going on with my vintage Forerunner. For all I knew the resin beads had done a nasty number on my brand new engine...that could be an investment of time and money.

It was too late to call a Toyota Dealer and to tell the truth I was really frazzeled. The past five hours had been white knuckled on the wheel. Each time the engine would do it's spastic hiccup...all my senses were put on alert waiting for...what? I had know idea. It had to be close to 100 degree's and turning on the AC was out of the question. Drops of persperation splashed on the steering wheel as they made their way down my face.

Once in my room I simply sat down with a cold drink and contemplated the day. I had never doubted the importance of this 'vacation'...if that's what you could call
it. I knew there were bound to be challenges. And the pervading reality of an ailing 13 year old truck kept me firm within it's grip.

I talked with my family to let them know my schedule had been rudely interrupted...and I would keep them posted. Another day with out eating and I headed for the hotel's coffee shop.

With my tummy filled I proceeded to empty my pockets. I needed a diversion and the slot machines provided just that. I'm not a real die hard gambler...more of a take it or leave it. I have found the electronic games to be fascinating...especially when I found I could tap into the vibrational pattern. It feels like a deep meditation.

As I was playing someone sat down and started playing the machine next to mine. It wasn't long before we engaged in conversation. He proved to be the perfect gentleman. One look at my travel weary face told the story and he responded with sincere empathy. It was just what I needed. We analyzed the days events and he offered advice and counsel...and would I let him know if he could help. With that I said I would let him know what I am faced with and said Good Night.

It would be three days before I would finally be on my way. I had my truck towed to Kingman,Az...the closest Toyota Dealer...and proceeded to wait...with a full tummy My new found friend, Jim, caught up with me at the coffee shop. I filled him in on the events and he invited me to dinner. He would be leaving very early the next morning to return home which was only two hours away from my destination. He offered to give me a ride if my truck was going to be totally disabled. It was a kind and considerate gesture.
Late Thursday afternoon the service manager called to say my truck was ready. He offered to drive it the 38 miles from Kingman to Laughlin...they had a family event to attend and it would be no problem. When he arrived I expected to pay for the oil change they had done. He looked me square and said there would be no charge. I presented an argument to which he would not comply...so I gave him a healthy gratuity and thanked him graciously.

So far this trip had presented the worst and and the best. Every person encountered had been remarkably compassionate.

Friday morning and I am ready to Rock'n'Roll. I head for the nearest gas station...fill up and head West. With in one block the truck begins the same routine...hit and miss...spastic hiccups. I think immediately...no wonder they didn't charge me anything...they didn't fix it. It is a constant struggle to keep a steady speed. Most of the time I have to keep the gas pedal to the floor...just to keep going. I'm crossing the Mojave with no AC and doing my best to keep moving forward.

Crossing the Tahachapi's announces the approaching smog belt of Bakersfield and the last leg of the trip. Two hours later I limp into my daughter's drive-way and have it towed once again to a Toyota shop.

Blessings come disguised...in deed Without transportation my plans have changed accordingly and I stay with my family rather than at motel accommodations. It was wonderful to be a part of the daily routine.

I met with a realtor and looked at 13 houses in two days. It was easy to see that my affordable price range would be pressed. The drive out was possibly the reminder that pressed is not a disirable state of being.

This became the catalyst for a real attitude adjustment. The next few days would give me the perspective from which I could begin to extract from the old and create a new...or could that be 'Aknew'?

The problem with the truck is diagnosed and repairs being made...a fuel sensoring unit. It's ready by late Thursday afternoon. I plan to leave early Saturday...May 13th.

7am ...headed home. Watching the tears well up in my daughters eye's...no I can not cry..not now. I don't really want to leave...
my family...it wouldn't matter where they lived. THOHT races through my mind.

Traffic is heavy on the 99 and I make a wrong exit...ending up in down town Bakersfield. I pull into the first gas station to get directions. The engine begins to race...here we go again!!!

I refused to be stranded in Bakersfield...put it in gear and press on. Barstow and it's time to gas up. Nothing happens. Maybe it was just a 'gitch' in the gas line...hopeful reinforcement. Thank You THOHT

Needles is just ahead and I decide to take a much needed break. It's 1:30pm and HOT...I've been driving six plus hours. I park and take it out of gear....right on cue the engine races. Now what? Take a break. I did.

I put the key in and hope for the best. The temperature gauge starts to rise, the oil gage appears glued to the bottom line and the engine races to 1500 then 2000 RPM's. I turn it off...and walk over to the mechanic. They only do tires.

At this point I must say Thank Heaven for AAA. This is now my third tow and the longest...63 miles...to????? Can you guess?
Kingman, Arizona. The tow truck driver and I had an extremely Metaphysical conversation. It set the pace for the remainder of the trip.

Looking at the time...I will conclude this adventure tomorrow

Follow Your Heart Down the Yellow Brick Road
Pat

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Greetings Every ONE

The excitement generated with Shirley Maclaine's new book has distracted my final post. I found myself scrutinizing my trip and literally diminishing it's message...until I watched the interview with Shirley on the Larry King Show tonight.

Fame bears it's responsibility. It opens doors, turns on the spotlight and tells anonimity to take a back seat.

The luxury of being UnKnown is privacy. And yet, validation is easier with fame. Catch 22

Being relatively unknown my recent journey demonstrates the truth of All One. Spiritual enlightenment is not an exclusive club. Fame is not a criteria for Seeking Truth walking our individual Camino's.

Every day every One walks their path. Imagine what it would be if we all walked every path every day as though it were Camino.

With that the conclusion of the Kingman Camino.

As we pulled out onto I-40 the tow truck driver, Dave, asked what happened to my truck. Words began tumbling out of my mouth..I told him the highlights of my tale...ending with...the hardest part was wondering what I had done for someone to try to end my life. I said I believed I was a good person. He jumped in and said "Well, I've only known you for ten minutes and I like you already!"

The conversation flowed with ease...I told him of my metaphysical talents. I made the comment that both my parents had died, but they were with me more than ever. His head jerked so quickly as he looked straight at me, that at first I thought I had offended him. Quite the contrary!

"Thank-you!" he blurted out. "Thank-you!"

I smiled at him. He continued... "We lost our four year old son a year ago to the croup and I still feel his presence. I know I do for sure now."

The conversation deepened and time flew by. It was 3:30pm when we pulled into the Tri-City Toyota...they closed at four. I said thank-you to Dave and then turned my attention to the Service Manager, Fred. He had worked on my truck just the week before and was quite familar with it. I was then given a ride to the Holiday Inn. Home on the Road...for the next six days.

To Be Continued...

Follow Your Heart Laughing All the Way
Pat

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On the edge of my seat, Pat, waiting for the conclusion of your miniseries all else aside you are a GREAT storyteller!

Greg

Me too Greg

pitter patter, pitter patter... moonglow runs up to Pat and gives her a big hug hello and is so thank full she has returned and can't wait to hear from her soon

I've missed you Pat, and am so glad I'm on a thread with yOu

Love you,
Tan x

Greetings Every ONE

The Kingman Camino 66

Upon my arrival at the Holiday Inn it was apparent this one was definitely left over from the 60's. The front desk clerk was a young vivacious red hed about mid twenties named Rae. She was the perfect Mother Hen. Took me under her wing and gave me a great rate on my room too! This was perfect...the rooms were situated courtyard style with a large expanse of grass dotted with tree's and evergreens...and a pool. The place even had an in house restaurant. Tell me, could I ask for more? Room Service!

That evening I had dinner at their restaurant. A wedding reception was in progress and provided the evenings entertainment. The coincidences continued to accumulate. My waitress who was also the Assistant General Manager filling in on a busy night....took the time as busy as she was to visit with me, console me and show genuine concern about my situation. Her name was Donna

Back in my home room I turned on my only companion...TV. I had watched more in the past two weeks than in the past two years. Now, the media focus was the raging fire in Los Alamos....a mere 65 miles from my home home. There was really no threat to the Taos area...at least by Pele. The Fire of Fear that ravaged people's imaginative minds was the real danger. I have been near enough to fires that it was imperative to water down the roof of my home and help evacuate friends from their homes a short block from burning houses. Being that close ignites emotions on a maiden voyage...never before realized.

The wedding reception carried on in the room next to mine. At 2am I took advantage of a lull in the noise and fell into deep sleep.

Mother's Day and it was gorgeous outside...the tree's alive with morning bird songs and chipmonk's scampering about the carpet of greengrass. Once showered I decided to treat myself to a real breakfast. Coffee thermos in tow I head for my room to turn on my companion again.

Phone rings. It's the Toyota man, Fred. He invites me to his home for a bar-b-que with his wife and family that evening. He will come and pick me up and take me back. I am overwhelmed with unbelievable gratitude and tell him so...and politely 'beg' off. Persistent he won't take no for an answer...so I said I would call later and decide then. I was so deeply moved by his compassion I went out to the front desk to talk with Rae and I meet Jean.

This is a woman in her early sixties and happily married for nearly 50 years. Raised 5 children and loves her job. We became fast friends instantly. She was astounded by the invitation as I.

And with that toooo many late night's trying to catch up on Linda Land...and my eye's are slammin'. To be con't.

Follow Your Heart and Go To Sleep
Pat

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This is exciting! And a hell of a lot better than TV. I am on the edge of my seat, too--and I have already heard most of it!

Joy and ecstasy,
White Feather

Greetings Every ONE

First off...please forgive me for not acknowledging you...moonglow...it's wonderful to see you back..also We all had been missing your 'lexiwork'.

Gregory...always wonderful knowing you are there...and letting me know even better

White Feather as always you tickle me to no end

Kingman Camino 66

Cabin fever set in and I head for the lobby. Jean was busy so I made a pass at the tourist literature with renewed energy and returned to my room...Oh, forgot to mention it was number 148 equals 13. Good thing...from what I knew of Kingman there was nothing there..to speak of....the literature proved me wrong. Steeped in mining history and a short drive to Lake Mead and the Colorado River....and the West Rim of the Grand Canyon...and Ghost Towns. Well, I could see clearly now...what was hidden before in my I-40 seventy five mile per hour blast by view.

Then I saw an ad for land in Flagstaff some 3 1/2 hours East. I called and left a message.
Boredom set in quickly ...it doesn't take long to read color pictures and little type. So, what now I think? Well, no phone call from Flagstaff...hmmm could it be since I am stranded in Kingman I should look at real estate here??? Nawwww..no way. I get up open the door and step outside. The sweet essence of Spring greeted me as I watched the chipmonks doing their thing...it was really a beautiful day. The sky was as clear and blue as Taos with the same puffy flat bottom clouds. Perhaps I had been to quick to Judge

The best way to get a reality feel for an area is to read the classifieds. This is the voice of the community at large...a descriptive persona of what's happen..ning!!!
I bought a Sunday paper...real estate was affordable and the ads represented a healthy cross section of what appeared as a diverse community. Nothing dominated.

Definitely food for THOHT. A deep rumble in my stomach agreed and reminded me it was time to eat. I decided to walk to a JB's just down the street have a lite lunch. That's when I saw the real estate office. How convenient..for me.

My ailing truck took center stage Monday morning. I had planned to be home in Taos by now. That swirling pool of energy called anxiety stirred my emotions. This trip was not only stretching my fragil budget ...it was stretching me. Big Time!

I got my trusty pen and pad of paper and started the day with emptying burdonsome THOHTS. Yes, Dear THOHT can be a big load to carry. When that happens it's time to zip file it. Writing it is the best. Mind willingly releases stored THOHTS when you physically write the words...the Let ters...
that Let Rest. Which is why it is important to state your intentions of how to treat these THOHTS. If you are releasing them..write them and burn them. Burning is an act of purification. The energy is them clean ready to recycle. If you simply release to the ethers...that THOHT is alive and well. Ready to connect with like THOHT.

Writing will also re-enforce that which you wish to re-member. Writing is anything you want it to be. For me it cleans up Mind and gets it ready for fresh encounters and new information. Once that is begun...not finished, I continue to write until my prayer time is complete. Actually, many times during the day or night...if so inspired...I write.

Prayer Time is also meditation time. I've yet to find the perfect word for it. Meditation has evolved tremendously for me in the past few years. The Original Intention I made was
To Stay In The NOW That's where it is truly happening. That's where IT"S AT. The objective is to stay in a meditative in the Now state of presence 24 hours a day. What a kick in the 'arse it be

The best part... you are fully integrated no matter where you are or what you are doing. If you are a Mother you know precisely what I am describing. Mother's can and will do many things at once...and still remain in perfect balance. Think about it That is intense/intention focus supreme. What is more precious than your child?

Connecting with my full presence and mostly just telling every ONE how much I Love them and how grateful and thankful I am that we are truly in constant flow with each other. Well, it fills me with perfect harmony which magnifies each time I repeat it. And you can do this anywhere.

This was my balance through out this challenge. The message that morning was given with no hesitation. Go with the Flow. Don't even think about fighting it...Big

Showered and too late for breakfast too early for dinner I headed for the restaurant ate brunch and ended up at the realtor's office.
Carol ...you won't forget her..in any life time. Her energy is like the center channel of the river...deep, steady and strong. Her wisdom 66 Gregorian marks of time. Her Spirit like the budding innocence of 18. It was magical and meant to be. We both knew it. The moments of reconnecting in this life time will not be soon forgotten.

Within an hour we were on our way to view three properties. Now, you may or may not know that I have been on a relentless search for my next home...for three plus years. I have owned many homes...some beautiful..and some not so..beautiful. All total I have 33 years experience in real estate. I have actively looked at homes in Northern California, Western South Dakota, Western and Central Nebraska,Colorado,New Mexico, Arizona,and Central Coast California. Whew..it makes me tired just typing this trip.

We approached the gate on property number two..it's the overhead crossbar style with the words Lazy Dog Haven hanging from it. I am impressed. This is a good sign. To stir one's heart and find satisfaction is pure bliss. I felt instantly bonded with this home. So much so, Carol and I looked at it again the next day. And I took pictures. The first time in all the viewings the past three years. Wow, this was quite a message to be recieving at this time in my life.

Kingman was giving me another choice... another chance, if you will, in the restructuring of my life.

Eye's are a slammin'..zzzzzzzz

Follow Your Heart Into Your Dreams
Pat

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hi Pat it's so good to have you back, safe and sound. Can't wait to hear the rest of your adventure, I agree better than t.v.!

I bet your 13 'children' gave you a meowing ovation when you got back.

love and light
saphire

Greetings Pat!

I loved what you wrote about writing. Not having written anything for lo those many years, I had forgotten how writing keeps you healthy. I am certainly remembering now, and I see evidence of your words daily. Take copious notes!

Thank you for reminding me of the importance of burning in writing. I had forgotten about that, too. I haven't burned any of my writing in a long long time. But I remember....

It was the early Eighties, and I was living in Southern California. I was suffering from writer's block and other psychological games. My apartment had a fenced-in cement porch off the bedroom. Maybe fifteen feet by twelve feet. I pushed all the potted plants off to the sides, opening up a space in the center of the porch for a little bonfire. The fuel for this bonfire would be the novel I had been working on for the previous two and a half years. Before I set it on fire, I got out my ruler and measured it. The manuscript was just a little over two and a half inches thick. After flicking my bic, I sat down and watched the manuscript slowly being consumed by the flames. It was the most wonderful bonfire I've ever had! It was cleansing, it was rejuvenating, it was liberating, it was uplifting, it was invigorating. It was letting go! Ahhhh!

Joy and words,
White Feather

Guten Morgan EveryOne

I Know I all ways say Greetings EveryONE and I am sure my phoenetic spelling..is less than perfect...but

It is morning for me, at the moment...and the THOHT for the day is...It is morning every instant of our Tick Tock Clock Time.
All the Time Think about it

Black Butterfly with streaks of yellow just floated by my windows. Today is sensitive and psychic...a perfectly wonderful time to tap into the Akashic Ethers.

In the Mayan Calendar this is Blue Cosmic Storm...excerpts...Focus on removing blockages in order to catalyze free-flow of energy! Awaken the internal Thunderbeing! Self-generate your own liberation! Experience your human vessel's capaicty to transduce energy. Reforming matter! Circulating spirit!

As for the heavenly bodies energy we move into tomorrow..excerpts from Maya del Mar, Astrologer...."Jupiter and Saturn make their historic conjunction at 23 Taurus around noon. Today we start an important new 20-year social and commercial cycle. Aries Moon is keen on new starts, although this start occurs during the last phase of the Moon, a time to release. For this reason the underlying feeling of this cycle will be that of letting go of old ways.....as we move along through the years, visions of future possibilities will strengthen....underlying approach to life...will be simply going through the motions, knowing that we live in dying paradigms, but not yet in the vortex of new paradigms.

With these THOHTS in mind ....

Kingman Camino 66

I've just realized this phone line is needed. I shall post this and continue soon.

Follow Your Heart Quickly
Pat

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Greetings EveryONE

Kingman Camino 66

Here I am with a new lease on life....and with the time to absorb the fine details. It was not long while conveying my discovery to my daughter that I realized I had the advantage of personally experiencing while she did not. What I was suggesting, moving to Kingman, appeared to be something other than a logical and practical solution to my relocation. I had felt the critical impact of rising property prices looking at homes in California...and knew it was not my choice to enter the demands of stretching my resources. Not so unlike the stretching of Mother Earth's resources. There was a sense of relief that grew from my Inner Source of Highest Wisdom...WISH

We are struggling to extract ourselves from the stickyness of dying paradigms. Desiring freedom to flow with gracefulness and gratefulness....designing a World of Peace and Harmony. Such perfect support came everyday in the astrological aspects ...assisting me to set in motion a new paradigm. One that expresses the truth of many at a time when there are few to emulate.

Dear S Shirley MacLaine and Linda Goodman are perfectly divine expressions to emulate. But they are so bigger than life in their fame that we less known find the leap between too far to bridge. We may feel close to them in many ways, but continue to nurture the awe of their gifts...the magnitude of their presence.

On Monday I could wait no longer..I called White Feather. I gave him a broadcast of events that directed me to Kingman with his intermitten comments of amazement adding to the energy level of the moment. He then told me the wonderful news of Shirley's book "The Camino" and the threads that it generated and the Shirley website. Oh, how I missed being in the lightwaves with all of you. It revitalized me. Instantly

Reluctantly, after exhausting ourselves with all the excitement we hung up. Much, much later...with my 'turned on' companion, TV, there was an Autobiography of guess who...Shirley MacLaine. My eye's slammed shut at 2am and I missed the last part. But I did here the announcement of 60 Minutes and put it in the tickle file to watch the next night.

It was at this time in the trip that I was able to define a change in the energy flow between Linda Goodman and myself. It felt much more integrated...connected. Now, fresh energy appeared with Shirley's new book which as White Feather noted...common threads abound with Shirley, Linda and me. Here I was in the midst of my very own Camino.

Tuesday morning and my routine now encompassed a pass to the restaurant for my first ration of coffee. They generously filled the thermos and haphazardly charged me for it. Every one would ask about my truck and give supportive comments. It was easy to feel at home.

When I first arrived in Kingman I was disoriented with directions...it persisted for the entire time. Carol,the realtor, gave me a great map of the Kingman and surrounding area. It was on this map the the Cerbat Mountains jump out at me with Egyptian memories. As in Northern New Mexico this area has it's ouie ouie tales. I have many tale's I have told...from personal experience...as well. There was a growing knowing affinity blossoming between Kingman and myself.

The map unlocked yet another mystery..the Holiday Inn, 60's style was located on Andy Devine Drive...also known as Route 66. So far, I had three sets of 66. Hmmmm and me with no reference books or computer. Sometimes the only way is to feel it. This was definitely the case...at the moment.

Events continued to coincide in meaningful ways...yet to be fully understood. Wednesday morning I had an invigorating luke warm to cold shower. I told the front desk who in return alerted the 'Main Man'. By late afternoon they had replaced a pump and the problem resolved. The next day I talked with the realtor, Carol and she commented that her less than a year old water heater had gone out...yesterday.

I hadn't completely forgotten about my truck problems. The last conversation with Fred ended with each of us reassuring the other it was best to go through everything as meticulously as possible and be sure. I had had enough towing for one trip.

Late Thursday afternoon I called Fred. I really couldn't stay here much longer and with the week-end approaching I was ready to be on my way. Fred was ready to release my truck and he would send the shuttle as soon as he cleaned the Toyota. An hour later Fred is handing me the key and saying once again..
there is no charge. He had found the compression hoses placed incorrectly..but that was all and there was no charge. I drove off after a pleasant conversation with Fred in a semi state of shock. I stopped for gas and new this to be an original Route 66 station...by testimony of the gas pumps. Click, Click, click sound of passe' technology.

I parked close to my room....got out and looked at my truck. Fred had washed my truck.
I could not believe my eye's. There is this thing in Taos...a tradition born from existing conditions called adobe dirt. Extremely hard to get rid of and seems to be magnetically attracted to clean vehicles...
especially 4X4 trucks. My truck had not been washed in 3+ years. What can I say...when in Rome...

Friday I left Kingman filled with apprehension that I tried desparately to balance and ground. It ended up as some Eye Coordination Exercise...as they scanned the Oil, Temp, Fuel, Rpm gauges. Around and around...I changed the pattern occasionally and by Gallup exits arrived I was ready to give it up.

The drive to Taos on Saturday would be easy. I wondered what my instant reaction would be seeing my Casa of eleven years. I was ready to move to Kingman.

Right on cue...I pull into the drive way and the voice within says...Look Look..what does it look like? Funky...it looks funky...but that is the look of Taos. And smaller it looks smaller. I pulled in to unload and Keith came out to greet me. He was a Godsend. He agreed to house sit and then asked to remain and rent the studio. How soon can you move in was my reply We had met on the airwaves of KTAO's radio..a week before Christmas and he needed a place to live. It was instant trust and respect and he moved in immediately. The interrupted schedule of my trip was not a problem for him. In fact, he said he felt more at home in Taos now than ever before. He loves this place...said he wished he would win the lottery and buy it. It definitely has that energy to grab your attention. I call it Magic.

The kitchen is the first room you walk into and I couldn't believe just how stark and austere it looked. For an instant I had never seen it before...it wore off quickly, but I will never forget that vivid image.

We exchange news and events. The house looked great. I would vacum out of desire the next day, but it was not demanding my attention. I have diligently cleaned this
2200 sq ft home for one year and five months every day...well, OK I can't say every day. But 80% of the time..you bet When you want to sell your home...absolutely nothing is more important than a neat, clean and tidy home.

Seeing is believing and the message was clear. I would no longer be bound to this dailey routine of literally forcing the issue of selling by means of a perfectly clean home. I am ready to go be near humanity again. What a healthy THOHT This home is perfectly acceptable and I know it was not maintained on my self imposed routine. Freedom from the Slavemaster Self.

There is an undeniable change in my energy field. Calm...balance...strong open awareness
...increased psychic perception. So much, so, I am going to see about a job in Taos at a local restaurant...next Wednesday. I am excited about reforming the energy in old paradigms. It feels good

There is a post script to this story that is an interesting connection to The Camino..that I will post later.

Follow Your Heart To Get A Snack
Pat

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Copyright 2000 Pat C. Myers

Hello again, Pat. I haven't been spending a lot of time in Linda Land lately. There are so many things that need working on in the great out of doors this time of the year. I sure am glad that I found time today and came back to read the rest of your story. It was so nice of you to re-mind me of how things do fall into place when the time is right; especially when you leave yourself open to the adventure of it all. That is one of the reasons why I am so happy I found this web site. I need constant re-minders of how Magical life can be and this is such a good place to find them. I had fallen into the trap of worry and I find your story inspirational. I have used the idea of writing things down and then burning it to release it in the past. Being born an Aries, I found it very helpful to write out my anger and release it. This time, I am going to write out my "worry" and release that. There are some things that I am not happy with right now (work related) and I find that I really need an attitude adjustment. Thank you for your help!

Freebird

Greeting Freebird

There is no greater reward than to assist another Soul. Knowing it is you, Freebird, gives me that much more pleasure. I am so glad my words Reminded you to Remember.

And isn't that what we are actively pursuing
Re Membering. Communication and Information are on center stage right now. The more we share ...the more we care. The Truth is no longer "Out There"...it is right at our finger tips. Our innate desire to seek the Truth is the urgency we feel to connect with Like THOHT.

Follow Your Heart Courageously
Pat

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Copyright 2000 Pat C. Myers