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Completely Random Post….Neptune’s Chamber :)

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I knew I hadn’t posted in quite awhile but hadn’t realized it had been THAT long since a post was put up.  I’ve been so overwhelmed with the Spiritual work I am doing, getting attacked by the dark for doing the work, along with the many shifts taking place in my body and the pain that comes from doing some of the assisting work I’m doing too, that I just haven’t wanted to share that part of my life on here, and that is the biggest part of my life right now. 

For those who have been reading this blog for awhile, you know about my mystical childhood of talking to “Jesus and the gang” in my backyard, talking to other spirits, remembering past lives since early early childhood, walking in and out of other dimensions, along with other similar paranormal/mystical happenings.  But what I haven’t shared is how whimsical my living room was that I grew up in, in Southern AZ.  On one hand, my parents were conservative Republicans, my Dad played golf, we played catch, both my parents were very inward with their emotions, so not much sharing and they both were aghast at the strange things I would attempt to share.

But looking back now, I believe my Mother was more whimsical and mystical than she allowed herself to present. My Dad was such a strong authoritarian to the whole family and sometimes was emotionally abusive to my Mom, so looking back now, I wonder if he got her to suppress much of her creative nature.

Let me give you some background first.  At age 2, my parents were on vacation in Savannah, Georgia, sitting by the pool and doing who knows what, and the story goes that I jumped into the pool, 2 years old, and a stranger asked them “Is that your child that just went under for the second time?”  It was never explained to me why the person hadn’t just jumped into the pool to save me or why my parents were too busy to watch their 2 year old, but I was always adventurous, climbing out of my crib, climbing everything in the neighborhood so exploring was in my nature.  Plus, water was my biggest love, next to music.

I taught myself to swim, before starting swimming lessons, by just jumping into the pool and figuring it out.  Obviously almost drowning didn’t deter my love for water. I used to imagine myself a mermaid and hang out at the bottom of the pool for as long as I could, even though I’d had asthma since age 2, and hence struggles with breathing.

So…here comes the living room story…..We had a long living room and at the end of it, looking out to our backyard, was a large window, like the photo above. Our window was all big squares though, rather than the smaller bottom row of windows in the above picture.   Each window square had a ledge that faced inward and on each shelf, my Mom had placed a crystal decanter filled with different colored water.  To top that display off, our walls, all 4 of them, were painted a very dark teal.  I was home often with asthma, and during those times in that living room, sun flowing in filtering through those sparkling decanters of all the colors of the rainbow, dark teal walls surrounding me, I’d imagine being down in Neptune’s chamber, in the ocean.

I never saw anything like that in any other of my friend’s homes, and never asked my Mom about her inspiration to create such a room.  It seemed like something my Dad would have opposed but he didn’t.  So for many years we lived with this dark depths of the ocean living room, surrounded by Neptune’s treasures 🙂 It was a delight for my imagination and went hand in hand with the other mystical parts of my life. The veil between “normal” life, past lives, and metaphysical life was so thin for me that it all wove together.

Did any of you experience strange decor in your childhood homes? Was there something that inspired you to explore?

Thanks for reading my blog, liking it, commenting on it, sharing it with others and being patient with my lack of regular posting at the moment.

Much love to you all, katelon

 

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The House That Katelon Built!

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My house built in 1978

In 1978 I was living in Prescott and ended up buying 5 acres 12 miles out Williamson Valley Road, and building a house for myself. I hired the man from whom I had purchased the land. He was a contractor who supposedly knew what he was doing. I also hired my across the dirt road neighbor and a man from town to help us. I dug holes, mixed concrete and carried big blocks. I had big dreams for the home and land, seeing it as the fulfillment of the vision I had been given that I was to create a wellness center and community. As was my pattern, I believed in dreams, not looking at the current reality.

The physical experience of building the house was thrilling, as I pushed myself more than I ever had, discovering strength and muscles I never knew I had before. I loved the initial backhoe work as we dug a big hole, to create a home partially underground. I had great dreams of providing a stable community for my son to grow up in but that wasn’t to be. The neighbor and contractor turned against me, and I didn’t have the desire to stand up to their backhanded treatment anymore and also didn’t have the money to finish, as the estimated cost turned out way below what the final cost would be. So I put the roof on and sold the house as is, leaving it to the buyer to finish it.

It is sad and yet gratifying to see the home now finished. Numerous years ago I went inside the home and met the owners. They had turned my south facing greenhouse into a carport but otherwise, it was close to how I had envisioned it. They did scratch their heads over how some things had been done, but were happy with the finished product.

I am learning that sometimes our dreams don’t turn out the way we thought they would and yet they do contribute to how we turn out, and they bring us strengths, qualities and gifts that add to our make up and enhance future dreams and goals. I have no regrets, only gratitude for all I’ve learned, and the path I’ve walked.

John Denver Looking for Space – YouTube

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John Denver Looking for Space – YouTube.

I love this song and hadn’t heard it before. It seems to describe my path of my life, since early childhood. I saw so much beauty around me in the desert and mountains but also in my memories of past lives, the other dimensions I walked into, the music that filled my dreams all night, and the spirits I communicated with and yet I was told only the mountains and deserts were real.

I looked around me at the jealousy, dysfunction, and pain that wove itself throughout the good parts of my family, extended family and town, and wondered why we would choose to live this way. From early on I went looking for answers, leaving my parent’s church at age 8, traveling through other churches in town, and other spiritual paths from there. I spent years focusing on personal growth and healing and still do.

This focus became my path and my life, looking for truth, and yet also looking for my place in it. I’ve never felt particularly at home anywhere, except for the Navajo land where I briefly lived in the early 80’s. The community wasn’t welcoming but I remembered the land from other times. Otherwise I have mostly felt like a stranger in a strange land, trying to get back to or forward to that land, that home, the place within and without that I briefly was cocooned in during my early childhood moments.

Those moments were suspended a midst severe asthma attacks and hospital stays, family strife, and school yard rejection, but they were my heaven and it was real. And I know it will be real again and that it is THAT, that I have been attempting to help others find through my work with individuals and it is my work to share it with the world.

I truly believe that place of living in our truth, living in love, and living in our power as creators is where we are headed. We are on the cusp of stepping into the light, our light, the light of Spirit, the light of this world, releasing all the darkness so we all can shine.

Care to join me?