But who you are is also where you are in that moment, in this situation. (Or so I think is what they say).
If I remember well, the C´s referred to WHERE you are within the context of the area any individual would find itself when cosmic changes would heavily start to strike our planet, hence one of their recommendation about avoiding as much as possible living near seacoasts.
In that sense Loreta, both of us shall even hardly enjoy the very first act of this quantum shift, and this without taking other factors in account as well, like active volcanoes, lack of fresh water and food, all airports at sea level, very high mountain standing right in the center of the little island, which ground is semi hollow and it´s not difficult to imagine the disaster if crushing all over the cities and villages that are mainly concentrated near the seacoast, strong winds as I´ve observed are raising each year, just naming a few here. But I have a cupboard full of canned food and supplements, mind you!
It´s not my intention to deviate from your post, but I thought the geographic situation of Canaries even adds a plus in favour of thinking of your next destination, but this time instead of seeking new horizon, it could be for the sake of your life and how useful you could be to others in the worst possible circumstances we are all about to face. I don´t want to sound tragic, but I know that living here is like walking in the lion´s den and even if I know my husband and myself find ourselves trapped in Las Palmas -due to work related matters, and it would be foolish to seek a new job at our age in the middle of such unemployment high rates in Spain-, I still actually feel myself confronted between inertia and playing the fool for surrendering my fate to god, so to say.
my neighbor was a crazy woman, a little psychopath. I was doing a lot of exercises of patience but to no avail. The more patient I was the more mad she was. I think your house, where you live, is the first start to look for a location, inside and outside. Your house has to be like a good mother, embrace yourself and give you energy and love. There are houses like mothers, others are like monsters. The house where I was living was a monster. I even think that there was a bad spirit in it, the spirit of the mother of the mad woman that died 2 years ago and that was a very bad woman, too. Even the pipes of the apartment did not worked well and a smell of death was present, specially lately. The last day, when I clean the apartment and close the door, after thank the house for the 6 months of permitting to live there, I hear a strange sound, like a breath. A very strange sound, like the sound of something energetic.
Jeez, sounds like a Hitchcock movie... but with a happy end
Where I´m living, it was a dentist´s office just before I moved in. I wasn´t aware of it until several years later and the scary thing is sometimes when I was meditating, my mouth wanted to open itself widely and fear would protagonise my feelings. Until one day, as my windows unmistakably needed a cleaning, I was vaguely able to spell letters on them until I could read, as you may guess it by now, "Dentist Office". Maybe it´s not the best place to live in but fortunately those feelings have disappeared over time.