Thanks for popping in.
Suitcase packed, left Nancy at the house as we waved bye bye until the next time.
Sitting outside the coffee shop blogging to you
before we head to the airport.
Just wanted to tell you about yesterday.
It was quite amazing.
The three of us headed up to Acoma, Sky City.
The natural rock formations leading up to the pueblo are out of this world. No small wonder they chose this place to settle.
We went up to the mesa, the village on the top of the plateau
and looked out over the world….
None of the scenic photos do the view justice,
but here you see Nancy and Steve, and can catch a glimpse of the enormity of the backdrop.
The white ladders led to secret kivas.
They made them look like houses here to disguise them.
The Indians had to hide their religious and spiritual beliefs from the Catholics when they pitched up.
Now something very, very strange happened to me yesterday,
which I want to share with you, because I think you will get it.
We got to an area of the pueblo where there had been some terrible atrocities committed. I won’t repeat it because it really is too horrendous to consider.
Anyway, the Indian guide, whose name was also Steven,
was relaying the story.
It was in an area which had been destroyed by cannons,
so it wasn’t here in the picture, but you see the guide, and Steve and Nancy listening intently. He was very good; fascinating and charismatic.
Long story short, as Steven started to describe the atrocities and shocking actions against the native Indians, I suddenly came over really, really strange. Went very pale, white light, as if I was having some kind of outer body experience.
I moved away from the area for a moment to sit down, and instantly felt better. So I went back to continue on the tour, but as soon as I went back to the place where it had all happened many hundreds of years ago, it hit me again, really hard.
The only time this ever happened to me before was in Luxor Temple in Egypt, when I walked across a sacrificial altar. (But I will tell you about that another time. Grace copped it in Egypt, and so did my dad)
Now the cynics out there may argue that I had altitude sickness, but actually, we weren’t that high up. We have been much much higher on the Sandia peaks and even Mountainair is almost as high.
Nancy is a very wise, astute woman who is completely in tune with this area. “You understand how powerful spirits are, don’t you? Some people are more receptive to other dimensions and energies, and you are clearly one of them.”
We had to get away from the houses, from that part of the town. And as soon as we did, I was instantly back to normal.
Ask me if I’m going back again!
Make of it what you will. I KNOW the truth.
On the way back to Mountainair, we had a great meal in La Luna Mansion. Another iconic building, but how different!
Check this out!!
So that’s it folks.
Time to head to the airport.
But not before we pop into Walmart for Mum’s salad dressing and more make-up sponges for the workshops!
Never switches off? Yes, she does, she really does.
Love & Hugs,