October 13th, 2019

It sure was quiet. OH SO QUIET. And it was lovely.

I spent a lot of day 2 in between listening to music and doing work for my online teaching position. Grading was a bit behind...so I took care of that - yes, I pulled off the road to work. There is a lot that needs completed still but, at least I have grades up to date (as of Friday I was caught up...it's the end of the quarter so I am sure kids are working on getting caught up now). It is difficult to balance all of that with this new life. But I am figuring it out - sure I miss things...but that is life.

I stopped at a ranch in Ogden for the first night on the road. There were a few people that I set meetings up with the next morning and although I stayed up late, I was planning on a very early morning. WEEELLL....I awoke to silence and saw that the sun was out. That's a problem because my alarm was supposed to go off early enough for me to see the sunrise. That way I could relax and take my time getting ready for the day...and of course enjoy that sunrise. Instead, I look at the phone and it is cold and completely dead. For some reason, instead of charging, my phone completely drained (turns out it was operator error...I didn't run my generator because the place I was staying was SO quiet and I had discovered my fridge works just fine when it is off SO I wanted to enjoy the silence...BUT the outlets don't work without being plugged in or running the gen). I checked the breakers...nothing was tripped...I didn't know what was going on.

So, I moved along with a dead phone (thankfully got some juice from the truck but the phone had issues all day with that cord I was using in the truck...still not charging...so I had to get the other cord - finally a charge) and eventually texted my friend Sharon who I was supposed to meet for coffee at 6:15 am. Thankfully she has a good connection to the Divine so she knew I was ok...just thought something went wrong with my trailer. Well, none of my outlets were working so I thought there might be an issue but thought maybe I had a blown fuse. I bought fuses and figured I would change them out later.

Instead, I found this place called Goblin Valley State Park on AtlasObscura and hit the road. I didn't arrive until the sun had already gone down but the sky was still light enough to see. I had just watched it disappear behind the hills as I drove into the park. This place was truly magical. The rock formations do, in fact, look like goblins. In the part of the park actually called "Valley of Goblins" there is a parking lot in top of a hill (my truck struggled a bit pulling my giant trailer up- its it's a very steep road), a lookout, picnic area etc. and stairs to get into the valley of the goblins. As I'm walking down, there were a bunch of children yelling...I was a little disappointed by the noise. But, as with every other magical experience I've had, everyone else seemed to disappear. It would be very easy to get lost in the maze of formations so I only stayed until it was getting too dark to see.

If I hadn't been out there by myself, I would've stayed longer to see the stars. But, I trusted my instincts and hit the road. Afterall, I still had a few hours to drive before I got to my night's spot in Palisade CO. It was so completely still in that valley of Goblins. I will definitely go back someday and explore it even more. I arrived at my slot after 11, ready to sleep soundly... but I did more work first.

This morning, still no power to the outlets but I still didn't want to mess with seeing if I had a blown fuse. I tried to start the generator to see if I'd have power with that on... and my generator wouldn't start. 🤦 Ok, this was the 3rd night in freezing temps so my batteries were a bit drained. I was hoping that was the problem (turns out it was).

I hit the road and check AtlasObscura again a ways into the drive. I was 10 minutes from the cemetary where Doc Holiday was buried. So I decided I'd go check that out. I park about two blocks away because it's the first wide street I see. Turns out, this was a very good idea as the trail to the cemetary is right next to someone's home and the street was narrow and full of cars.

The trail steep. There was quite a climb getting to the cemetary up the hill. Many people walked down, I passed a nice couple taking a selfie and asked if they wanted me to take a pic (took it). I got to the top, heartrate a little high (I really should start exercising again) and even though there were people about, the stillness was palpable. I wandered around, seeing headstones of children, young adults, and adults. Names that reminded me of western movies.

I thought about how tough life would've been back then. Illnesses that are no problem today, were a death sentence then. It made me grateful for how truly easy we have it. The memorial for Doc Holiday said he's buried "somewhere in this cemetary". The records were lost. (It's said that his last words were "this is funny" because he died peacefully in bed, not in a gunfight.) The thought is, since he was destitute when he died, he was actually buried in Potter's field, above the cemetary. "This place," as that sign read, "became the final resting place for the poor, for the outlaws, for people who committed suicide, for ladies if the night and other undesirables."

Wow.

Things are going to get weird here...

I am a wayshower, helping people find their way out of the shadows. Apparently, as I found out today, it's people both living and dead. Helping SOULS find their way. At first I wasn't sure I'd walk up there. Spirits used to cling to me. But I felt urged to go. I protected myself energetically and went up the hill to the field.

The energy was definitely different here. So much pain, shame, guilt... but also love. I checked out Kid Curry's headstone (another famous outlaw of the west) and then wandered about a bit. All of the sudden - in what appeared to be the center of the field - I knew I had to help souls who were stuck. I have no training in this (O should say, no training in this lifetime) but I listened to my higher self and words filled my mind. I saw a pillar of light protecting and guiding. A whole "light bubble" of protection, love and light expand from this pillar and enveloped the entire hillside. There are some souls who choose to cling to the darkness but they would no longer be able to affect the gentle souls who visited that hilltop. This was a protection for the living and the dead.

I felt totally at peace when I left. Almost felt like I was floating down the hill. Gentle and full of love. Oh... crazy thing! As I followed my guidance... once again... all other humans disappeared. It's as if I step through a portal so I can do the work uninterrupted. Happens every time I get in that space of extreme connection... one second there's people everywhere, the next I am alone. Pretty cool.

We all have gifts. I'm just discovering my spiritual gifts. It seems I am a powerful being here on this planet... so I'm following the guidance of my soul. Listening to those nudgings. I was able to stay in this state all day and help a friend who reached out.

I don't ignore these nudgings anymore. I knew it was time to hit the road. I knew 10/10 was my day for this new adventure... this new life. Even though I'm feeling some difficulty because my Grandpa's service is on Monday...I had to leave. Grandpa told me not to delay my plans but... man I'd like to be with family. Instead, I grieve alone (although we're never truly alone).

I am excited to see what day 4 will bring. There aren't a lot of cool AtlasObscura sites along my route through Kansas... they are all much farther south. But I trust I will be guided to exactly where I am supposed to be. Here's to another day of quiet reflection and Divine connection!

Are you listening in the silence? Your answers are there.

Love you all! Have a beautiful day!