There were many intentions, not all of which were conscious, behind my move to the Mesa. There was of course the rug pull by Soul. The life we had been living completely lost its foundation. We had to shift.

Lately I have been reviewing how we got to this particular place: the San Luis Valley in southern Colorado. I had forgotten some of the core motivations.

TMJ stuff. I needed to stay in Colorado because my TMJ specialist, Dr. Kennedy – possibly unique in all the world and yes, I back that up with a shitload of experience – practiced in Grand Junction, Colorado. I had to live within a five hour (max) drive of his office.

(He retired in 2023, so that condition no longer exists. But it was a core reason in 2021 when we were deciding where to relocate.)

My cats. My husband and I flirted with moving overseas before we got our first cat in 2008, but practically speaking, we didn’t see how we could do it. Once we got our first cat, Lili, chances were slimmer that we would move overseas.
My cats are like children to me. Once they are part of my family, I am committed to their happiness and well-being for the duration of their lives.
I was not interested in subjecting Lili to the inhumane treatment required for a move to another country, though I do recall looking at the move requirements for domestic animals for some countries even after we got her.

Maybe because just one cat remains of the three and he is 15 yrs old I am starting to open to the possibility of a broader move. It has brought many things to mind.

Until we here on Earth can do the equivalent of the Vulcan mind-meld that Mr. Spock did on the original “Star Trek” series, I’m not sure (almost) anyone will understand what the last five years of my life have really meant to me.
I do my best to articulate it in these blog posts, but they can only communicate so much. They can only communicate so well.

I came to this 36 acre parcel of land on a Mesa in southern Colorado, in part, for intensely practical reasons. But those reasons are so off the paradigm grid that I cannot speak of them as practical or much at all. I have touched upon them, I think, in some of my posts. What happened is prior to the move, my intuition flooded me – it had years earlier too – with images of liaising with what I will call my “star family.”

Yup, sounds crazy. However, this liaison would have covered all the practical bases. It would have solved certain problems I have had my whole life like finding a work system that actually works for me. It would have addressed other problems that have become more acute the last several years, namely having meaningful day-to-day community. There were also “healthcare” solutions with the star family that we do not have access to here on Earth (but which exist….here on Earth – if that confuses you, you can research “medbeds,” but only look at the credible YouTube sources – the med beds are just one, there are more).

It was shown to me how it would happen. And then….it did not happen. At all.

Anyone reading this is likely saying, “Duh. Coulda told you that.” But it has happened to others. Not that that has to be the criteria for “realism” – though it almost always is – but it has happened to others. Yes, I know it is rare and infrequent and sounds impossible, but it is possible. It does happen.

Okay, so for me it did not happen. I think it will one day, but it won’t be the solution to problems it would have been had it happened the last few years. It will likely be a fun, exhilarating reunion with old, dear friends.

Instead, for the last two and half years, I have been left living on the edges of the US system: economy, community, infrastructure.
Infrastructure includes: housing, water supply, food supply, transportation, heating. It is most of what we need to survive in our current human body.
It is also a collection of thoughts and beliefs. Any system is that.

So the practical part of why I moved here has not materialized and what I am left with is living in an area the culture terms “under-served.” What I have observed here is “under-served begets under-served.” Projects, businesses, ambitions do not flourish here. Some have tried to open businesses – nice ones – since I moved here, but they are failing.

I won’t go into all of it. Food, however, is a big problem. Even though I live in a rural area, there are no local farms that sell food. It is what the US calls a “food desert,” (that’s one “s” not two, like dessert, which would be great!). I have to drive roundtrip 3 hrs to get to a grocery store. There are no natural foods stores. The local per capita does not attract those kinds of stores: under-served begetting under-served.
Last year, one of my neighbors had a decent outdoor garden here on the Mesa. I have not started a garden. I might consider it. At the moment I do not have the basic infrastructure -fencing, beds for raised gardens – and while I love supporting other growers, I lack the experience and, sadly, the interest in growing food myself. Remember, I did not move here for this scenario, so I did not plan to become a homesteader (would be tough with no water) or to fix & build things or to have the basics of life be as difficult as are on any back country camping trip. I simply lack the proclivity and interest.

(Okay, this post is long, I will move the rest to a new post that follows).