I felt like an Angel

Dear Diary, I felt like an angel flying around the Steve Fox cocktail party on the top floor of the Bridge Hotel Boca Raton FL. I sparkled from head to toe. My crown was a baseball silver sequence cap covered with red and blue stars resting on top of my long blond wig. The front part was perched down almost covering my wig bangs. My scarf covered with silver sequence loosely was swung around my neck. Four strings of black and red crystal necklaces were the accessories along with my princess crown and my diamond Jewish star. I lost one ruby stone from my princess crown while I was flying around that night. I will replace the princess crown with my Queen crown. It is fitting for the dancing Queen that I now am. The fabulous band played that song while I danced around and every eye was watching me. I was dressed to a T from head to toe as I describe it. My black magic Bali underwire bra was covered by my black silk draped top that had cap sleeves. Over my black bikini panties I wore my black velvet leggings. I wore silver high heel dancing shoes on my happy dancing duck feet. Well! I quacked like a duck because I could not talk like a woman even though some women at this cocktail party looked like ducks quacking as victims complaining about something. I even saw myself doing the same thing when the photographer avoided taking my picture. I confronted him. I barely could say these words. Why are you not taking my picture? He said in a sarcastic voice.”I thought you were one of the help. Two women were next to me and asked me to stand between them so they could get a picture taken of them at the party and it would be posted on face book. I looked festive. I was dressed up in a Mardi Gras style. The photographer had to take this picture. It is only a head shot of me. I will be wearing this costume April 15 8pm At the N.Y. comedy club Boca Raton Fl. My costume made of Egyptian red silk covered with dangling tear drops of reflected iridescent silver, blue and red ornaments will be video taped, and will be on www.youtube.com. Hit search for Grandma Michele 1117 by the end of April. I pray I become a finalist and appear Wed 8pm April 28 for the live filmed Miami T.V. spot. This will get me out of the archives so I will be able to restore, enhance and enrich the lives of women who have returned from their overseas military campaigns and give me the gas to propel my intention to build the women’s retreat .Go to www.allaboutmytimenow.com with a prayer. All about my time now is my not-for-profit corporation. It is only a dream now. I am working on making it a reality. The only help I ask is free. Send my blog www.allaboutgrandmamichele.wordpress.com to all and out to the universe. The youtube grandma michele 1117 shows that I am not afraid to share all that is me. Let the world be the judge now. The rest will work. I have faith what about you. I had the pleasure to meet Steve Fox and 5 important distinguished business men. They were having a business meeting in the back room. I asked Steve Fox if I could have the band leader announce my comedy performance April 15. He said yes. Tell Alan my liaison of this cocktail party to facilitate your request for me. I graciously thanked him and made my exit. I was overwhelmed to have three minutes to use my psychic ability on those men as Steve Fox introduced me to them as a celebrity. It was exciting and scary for me. I knew what Steve Fox was planning for himself. I also know what the other side of the fence is planning too. Everything comes with a price tag. It is a good money-making deal. It will work .They can take the money to the bank. There is only one way it will go to the toilet for all. Steve is a good compassionate man who is very successful now. I know the souls of these men that Steve is trying to go to bed with. Steve was trying to sell me to them when he said they know important people for my career. The only thing I have is the ability to tell them to do something or not that will make them a lot of money and give them more external power. I have an internal power that is greater than their external power. I tried to explain my nonprofit corp. They were not interested. They are very foolish spoiled wealthy children. All their wealth and power can be gone in a moment if America loses our military security. They would be smart to send a limousine to pick me up and have a meeting with me about their future. I left that environment that ignored me and I looked for my walking angel with pure white curly hair, Alan in the party room. I belonged there having fun dancing and being a Mime. Alan was very happy for me. I achieved my quest and the band leader executed it for me at 9pm. I danced while mingling on the dance floor for one more hour. The nurse at the E.R. said that I would get a lot of instant energy from the steroids she put me on. She was right on the money up until 10p.m. I said good night to the food and beverages director Mitch Cohen. I thanked him for the incredible delicious food that was served and the gracious service that I received all night. He took it as a compliment knowing that I was in hospitality industry for 22 years. He told me he was doing it 24 years. He looked 52 years old to me. He is very handsome with a compassionate heart. I went to the ladies room and got sick and stayed in the toilet almost one hour. It was not the food. I didn’t drink anything but water and tea. It was the bad reaction to the antibiotics and steroids I was on. This was told to me by the ARNP Shannon when I went back to the next day to the ER at West Boca Medical Center. It was worth another $150.00 to get the compassionate attention from all the staff again at West Boca Medical Center. I did not wear my blond wig or have any makeup on my face like I did at The Bridge Boca Raton Hotel. Mitch Cohen saw me at 11pm sitting at the Bridge Hotel bar drinking water and said I thought you went home one hour ago. I said no I had to include this excellent bar staff in my blog. At that moment there was a loud crash. A carton filled with liquor and wine bottles opened from the bottom as one of the good-looking bartenders was holding on to the sides . It was hilarious to me. I knew it was the hand of one of the invisible angels helping me out for more blogging. It was not funny to them. Mitch told someone to get a broom and they cleaned up the mess. I was the last person at the bar. It was my time to exit on my invisible broom into the elevator down to the lobby. There I was with the man who could not leave in his car because the car attendants could not find his keys. Again I laughed. I knew it was the invisible devil prankster that had stolen the keys. This was more blogging for me. A young man with the same name from the same city as my non biological successful son was sitting at his control panel. This Déjà vu for me reminded me that this was the first job my non biological son had at a resort in P.A. near where I live now. I could not share this story with him because I could not talk. I wrote on a piece of paper to communicate with him and told him to go to my blog for I will write about him. He wanted to know how to be successful. What is the secret? There is only one. Use your passion, work hard and don’t give up when the going gets rough. Have faith. I left and the polite car attendant got me my car and I drove home singing the song” singing in the rain” because it was raining.

Merry-go-round of Life

Dear Diary, Stop the world I want to get off was the first Broadway musical my Mother took me to see when I was 10 years old. It was profound to me then and resonated into my core now. At that time of my life I did want the merry-go-round of this world to stop so I could get off. I was in a lot of pain and hiding it from my mother. I returned to the same merry-go-round always reaching for the golden ring that my creator held out for me. I always got it. It came with a price so I was able to learn what it was to be a compassionate human being. Now at the age of 62 and 3/4 my hand is stretched out again to catch that magic ring again but this time it is different. I don’t want money or power. I am grateful for my good health, personality and the unconditional love I get from those that have made eye contact with my soul. I have peace and serenity and no one looking over my shoulder pretending to be God or my father. It was very unpleasant when I had to make an excuse to go to the bath room. I had to go. When I didn’t get to the toilet in time, I made a mess of myself. I had I.B.S. I knew why. I don’t have it any more. I am happy living in my own skin and I no longer live in the toilet. The ring of Knowledge is the ring I have now to help me help others get healthy by learning how to heal themselves without medication. It can be done. I did it because I wanted to and I believed I could. Where, there is a will there is a way. Sometimes the way is not what a dying person can understand in this life time. I have crossed the bridge and come back from the dead zone in spirit form over and over with the light of knowledge in my soul but no one wants me to teach my lessons because no one believes. I am a child of God the same as every human being on this planet. My lack of higher education now works to my advantage. I have the crystal ring of knowledge. There is no ego trying to steal it from me if I forget to obey the original 10 commandments. I flush my ego down the toilet when I take my big dump every day. I live with the 10 commandments bond upon my soul now. This is my gift of knowledge I give free to all. I see all my other Merry go round riders in so much pain because they lost their crystal ring to their ego. By the grace of God there go I around and around this Merry-go round of life where it stops only God knows. I am having a good time now not living in my past lives. I will be going on the singles merry-go-round to the Steve Fox cocktail party Sun April 11. I will be dancing and having fun. I can’t talk. I lost my voice in Atlantis on Fri. April 9. I am paying the piper for going out too soon because I wanted to get more people to come to my next comedy act on April 15, 8pm at the N.Y. comedy club in Boca Raton, 8221 Glades Road, F.L. 561-470-6887 I know that I have to promote myself if I want to be a success. Fri. April 9, I went to L.A. fitness at 730am. Then a women’s prosperity network luncheon at 1pm that was outstanding for me. They are in business 3 years and have 500 members. The out-of-state chapter is in Scranton P.A. That is about one hour from my home in Damascus P.A. A light bulb went on in my head. This script has the hand of God on it now. I was shocked that their first chapter was not in N.Y.C. The connection of open doors and windows are there for me. All these women and their men are coming on my train for this quest. We are the parade that carries many lit torches as leaders of peace and serenity so all mankind can stop war and live in harmony. We are as empowered as we truly believe we are. I continued my journey and went to Atlantic Ave. in Delray Beach FL. It was going back in time to the lost city of Atlantis for me in my imagination. I met every one I knew before in Atlantis. No one remembered me. They were all the same with the same personalities. A few I met did grow because they got to see the light from a different prospective. The first was a learned enlightened black man who was parking cars. His boss was arrogant he didn’t learn yet. All the police men and women I met as I was crossing the streets were enlightened. There was confusion in the air when I went back to my favorite store the Mermaid’s Purse Posh Accessories 424 E. Atlantic Ave, Delray Beach, F.L. I bought my purple leggings the week before from 2 walking angels. They own the store. The talking conflict going on was tamed as the beast settled down and I said I would see them next week on a better day for them. I smelled the chocolates in the air. It was coming from Kilwins at 402 E Atlantic Ave. I love the smell of chocolates when I open the door at Kilwins it is a blast from my wonderful past. I had a stranger video me in Kilwins describing all the ice cream flavors as all the cultures in this world. I have my favorites and respect the flavors that someone else favors and not pass judgment because I lack the knowledge. www.youtube.com hit search grandma Michele 1117. One week from today this video will be seen. I went next to Cut 432 to see A.J. the bartender but he didn’t come in for work and it was after 5p.m. I felt bad for the owners I met. Some of the workers will never understand what it takes to be a successful boss. All sides do not communicate. There are barriers because of mixed messages being sent out every moment. No wonder Atlantis sunk. The owner I met told me his name and it was the same as my non biological son. He is good-looking and performs his job with passion just like my non biological son who is very successful today. I love the music he marches to. I saw the tight control he needs to take as he steers his ship of success. My eyes are wide open as I look and see with a clear mind from the other side of the fence. I carry the crystal ring light of knowledge that gives me my answers when I ask any questions. There was a clown that was dressed up as a good-looking waiter that spoke to me. His speech was that of a buffoon. I have played that role myself many times. Now I keep that act on stage on comedy nights or in bars when I am looking to get more people to see my comedy shows. Spencer my walking angel is my favorite at this restaurant. He is a runner now at Cut 432, a modern excellent Steakhouse. Try it; you deserve the best for your buck. I ate at this fabulous bar with excellent service. Two tuna appetizers, sea food martini and their crab cake were my favorites, on the last two trips at this establishment. Check my credentials on my www.allaboutmytimenow.com Another excellent Restaurant I ate at was Lemongrass 420 E. Atlantic Ave. Delray, FL. I had a stranger film my orgasm of me eating tuna while I was making love to it. The tuna brought back loving memories of the days that were old and the nights were cold and the men were not too particular. I will give performances on www.youtube.com, search grandmamichele1117 next week. Speaking of Bars, and excellent restaurants, across the street is a Brazilian bar and restaurant that is 85 years old and is haunted. It’s called GOL! The Taste of Brazil, 411 E Atlantic Ave, Del Ray Beach Fla. I went there a week ago to speak to the bartender. It was his 33 birthday. I gave him his birthday present by letting him tell me the stories of the strange things that happened after closing. I said I know. He was stunned. He never told anyone until I came in. I am always letting the cat out of the bag to stir up some lost souls. These are all the lost boys I am gathering as I weave my web of sorcery. My D.N. A., my great-grandmother was a healer in Poland. My great-grandfather was a farmer. I am planting my seeds and letting them grow. I cultivate them with unconditional love so they can multiply and grow. I traveled to buy my angel at a craft stand. Aspen Meadow Angels hand sculpted Gold and silver wire angels www.aspenmeadowangels.com my angel called to me. She said come look at my reflection. It was me. I got it. I will wear it around my neck when I am at the comedy club. It matches my costume that has the same crystal color as the sky today. The angel said I am here for you just trust your intuition and it will all come true as you planned. I listened and walked on and met the mad hatter only he was not mad any more. We shared stories to heal our broken hearts. I tried on one of his hats. The hat said “I earned this reward. Claim it and wear it.’ “It’s all about presentation” The hatter videotaped me telling my story. It will be on www.youtube.com search grandma michele1117 one week from today. Head N Home Hats in business 35 years. www.1800nicehat.com Freedom, CA. 95019 He is finally free from his heavy load just like me. I am sick but I can’t stop. I have a message to deliver from a real angel. One last stop, the Comedy Club, 8221 Glades Rd. Boca Raton FL., to see the princess that owns the Club, I have a message to give her from her angel. The Princess was too busy helping everyone, just like me. She could not hear her angel calling her to give her the answers she has been waiting to hear. I went to dinner before I could get an audience with Princess. I dinned with my invisible angles at a Greek restaurant on the other side of the shopping center that the comedy club was in. It is called Jimmy the Greek Tavern at 8221 Glades Road Boca Raton, Fla Suite 1. Mussels in the white wine garlic sauce made with, fresh tomato, Greek feta, herbs. I had another blast from the past. Roman time in my imagination along with Greek Gods painted a rainbow that had the pot of gold. I do recommend this Greek Restaurant. The mussel dish I ate was from the house of Greek Gods. That is how much I enjoyed the friendly service and excellent mussels. After dinner I went back to see the Princess. My audience was a few minutes. She asked me what I wanted. I said “I want nothing from you”. She was surprised. She said” everyone wants something from me”. I said “I am aware of that”. She offered me all she could do for me with her position in life now. I said I don’t want anything that is external. I said that I was there for her and the answer she was waiting for. I said just read my blog and call me if you want to hear more. She said she never met anyone like me. I had a fever at this time and my health was poor. I was there because I could connect with her on a different level than anyone else around her. She is blinded by money power and greed. I know I was there myself. I came home and suffered all night coughing like a sick barking dog. I got up without my voice. My angel took my voice away from because I have been doing too much talking. I will remember that I must take care of myself first. This was the message I delivered to the Princess. Take the time you deserve to rewire all your electric circuits or your light will blow out. Grandma Michele

Be careful for what you wish for.

Dear Diary, I always got my wishes and they all worked out for me the way I was writing my script. My script was written for me before I was born and I did everything the way I planned so I would grow. I did shrink in stature so I could learn from it and achieve wisdom that is in books that I refused to read because I was always making excuses for myself. I wanted everything to come to me easy and I didn’t want to pay a price for it. It was too easy to play all my personalities in my script. I am the best actress I know. As the child I had no control over the abuse that was done to me. As the adult I have a free choice to Live a balanced life now. I was very happy many times in my life and I choice to sabotage it and cause my own pain. I got my wishes of hurting myself. This is pretty dumb. I can now learn without causing myself any more pain. My aunt called me tonight to tell me she saw the youtube video of me. She was honest and said I could do better with my talents. I told her she was right. I told her that I grew from that comedy act into the next one that was not funny because I stopped making fun of myself and the ones that I love. This video will be on youtube.com grandmamichele1117 by next week. I have another appearance at the N. Y. comedy club in Boca Raton, F.L. on Thurs April 15th, at 8 pm. If I win on the 15th, then I have the chance to win an appearance on tv. It will be funny because I am a star performer. I will stick to my children’s books I am presently working when I return to P.A. May 1, 2010. I put in a request position as the M.C. at the Villa Roma Resort I worked for last year. I would love this job.
I joined the Women’s Prosperity Network as a gold member at their breakfast last Sat. It was held at Embassy Suites in Palm Beach. I could write a book just on the Swans called Bach and Beethoven that swim in the Embassy lobby. I saw the dreams I gave up in a land far away. I was proud of myself to have empowered my soul. I sail forward like the Swans with my music playing for me now. It was all so perfect for me. I spoke very little at the breakfast. I was just reading the beautiful women that were there. I was where I needed to be for my success to begin again. These women came together to share their knowledge for success. My roller coaster is now going to be the ride movies are made from.

Grandma Michele in Wonderland-Part 4

Dear Diary, Sleeping in the 12 by 12 converted bed room in my mother’s
home and 18 months of paradise working at the Villa Roma Resort and
Conference Center, Callicoon,N
The epiphany came when I could not go out because of the ugly
shingles that covered the left side of my face. I was surrounded with
love in the air that was not physical. It was all my angels that believed
I would make a positive difference in this world. They sang lullaby’s as
I was peacefully dreaming until my mom knocked on the door at 9am.
She was frightened and needed to see that I was still breathing. I assured
her that I was fine and this was the way I have always taken care of myself.
I got up and took my medication then went back into my paradise room and
looked around on the walls with all the paintings and photos that came
alive in my dreams and memories. My mother kept every precious
moment. I had tears of joy when I realized the majestic Queen mother
was my mother Rose. I am truly blessed to realize now the
unconditional love I have from my Mother, Brother and Son. They have
accepted my different personalities and I have accepted theirs. This
makes a peaceful existence between us. If the world could follow this
simple example we would have peace on this earth. Is this true or not
true? I only know about my soul that has been here from the beginning
of time. Is this true or not true? It really doesn’t matter anymore
what is true or not true for me. It is all illusions of my minds
reality. My brother said this to me years ago and I did not
understand it then. I was not ready at that time of my life. I now
see that my brother’s brain is an Einstein’s brain.
Villa Roma
This is the picture I painted in Wonderland when I worked at the
Villa Roma Resort in Callicoon N.Y. for 18 weeks last year 2009 as the
maitre’ d in their Club House Restaurant. The only one that saw
through the illusions was Chef Robert. He is the genie of cuisine.
His outstanding soul met my soul for those glorious 18 months. It
was not part of my job to entertain. It is my personality to
entertain by dancing, singing, storytelling and listening. I would
clown around as I wandered through the magical hallways, outdoor pool
areas and gathering places at the Villa Roma. I sprinkled fairy dust
on all that made eye contact with me. The ones that smiled back at me
got my magic. Maybe one day their stories will be in my script.
There were so many that were afraid of my high frequency positive
electrical energy. Their intuition knew that I was using my multiple
senses to read their secrets and it made them very uncomfortable. I
saw the fear on their faces as I passed by and they would not make eye
contact with me. I must have looked like a witch to them. I am not
tinker bell for non believers.
Marty owner of the Villa Roma and Paul next in command would ask” why the
50% negativity in the air about something”. All at the Villa Roma
were trying their best to serve their guests. It is human nature not
to like everyone’s choice of candy. I don’t like candy. It’s too
sweet for me. I only like bittersweet chocolate. We are all
different and you can embrace with love or you can be closed-minded.
It is all a matter of choice. It is good to be free and live in
America. God bless America.
The Villa Roma is an incredible paradise. It is a melting pot of
vacationers with dreams. After my shift at the club house restaurant,
I would go to the main ball room that was covered in red carpet. I
would get up on stage in a sparkling outfit. I definitely was noticed
with different hats and wigs throughout the week. This was not part
of my job. I got permission from Marty the Caesar of this glorious
Roman Empire. I told him I could get his guests on the stage before
the main show and enhance their stay. He said go for it. I did.
There was an incredible orchestra playing and not many were enjoying
their music. Sometimes I would put on my tap shoes and dance.
Sometimes it would be ballet. Sometimes it would be a little too over
the top and I was told to tone it down. They were right. I saved
that dancing for Marty’s Lounge. I danced with the guests and some of
their children. I did entice more of the time sharers to eat in the
club house with the outstanding cuisine of magical chef Robert the
genie. I have outstanding stories that were shared with me that are
private. One child story I will share with all. It was a busy night
when three little girls came over to me frightened at their experience
in the bathroom down stairs from the main dining room. It was also
used as the locker room for the golf club. The door kept on opening
several times and no one came in. They asked me are there ghosts
there. I said no. It is a sign from your angels. You are born with
them. They are letting you know that you are special and are a smile
and a thank you as they were leaving with their family. All fairy
tales come to an end. The club which one I shall enter. It doesn’t
matter it is Wonderland where ever I go. That’s the way I choose to
make my dreams my reality. I stopped into Marty’ office the last day
of my job and was greeted with a smile. I said Marty this was a
performance. I played my role well and every one interpreted just the
way I wrote my script. He smiled at me looking into my eyes and said
laughing “You are quite a woman” I said “yes I know as I was leaving.
Marty is an outstanding visionary that has achieved his dreams. I do
know one dream that he has had for a very long time. It is my secret.
I do believe he will get it. Good luck and God bless you Marty and
all those that I had the privilege to meet.

Grandma Michele in Wonderland – Part 3

Dear Diary, I could be like the way that half this world views their current
situation and feel sorry for myself. I could let the pain that my body is
having now from the shingles diagnosis at the West Boca Medical Center
yesterday April 5, 2010 get the best of me and put me into depression
or just mope around all day like a child the way I see most people do
when they see only the negative side in any situation. I am back to
being the ugly duckling. I look very ugly with the reddish pink
rashes around my left eye, eye brow around the back of my ear and
inside on the ear lobe, hairline and left scalp and traveling down my
neck and left leg. There are gross pictures that you can Google of
this disease. I am waiting very patiently to turn back into the
beautiful swan I was before I let my personality attack my soul.

I was attended by living angels in that E.R. Janice the P.A. with blond shoulder
length hair and big wide blue eyes came in to greet me with her bright cheery
smile as she made eye contact with me. She is 38 years old and
has four children ages 2, 4, 6&8. Her husband is a fire fighter. She
shared her story with me without any visible communication and she
didn’t even know it or did she. I told her of the conversations I
heard behind the green curtain. One was her talking to the other
staff. The other conversation on the opposite side of the green
curtain was an elderly woman complaining of the incompetent care. One
nurse was concerned of the elderly women’s daily meals at home. Were
they being provided for her? This woman was in the E. R. every two
days for the way her body was handling the stress she was doing to
herself. The doctor was not telling her this information. This
information only showed up as her blood pressure increased when they
were going to release her. She was told to lay back down until they
were done doing more tests on her. It had a lot to do with the
relationship with her daughter that I was listening to and the way she
treated other people who she came in contact with. The nervous system
of my body reacted with shingles to my left side of my face and head.
I realized that I too was putting a lot of stress on my body like her
because I was in denial. I will make another appearance at the N.Y.
comedy club in Boca Raton F. L. on April 28 at 8:00 pm in my belly
dance costume. I like making a fun of myself to make money for my
retreat for the women war vets returning home. It shows how strong I
am today. I am free and don’t care about the judgment the world views
of my honesty when I am performing. I am getting out of denial from
the rejection of my ex husband and his children that I raised when we
got married. The girl was 7 and the boy was 10. I did my best to be a
good stepmom at that time. My regret was that I did not have a
backbone then. If I did my marriage would not have lasted as long as
it did. Is this true or not true? My birthday cards and presents
were sent back to me and I was told not to contact them anymore and I
was not welcomed as a grandparent to their children either. I still
can’t understand any of this. It has to hurt them as much as me in
the heart unless they are just heartless at this moment. Is this true
or not true? I took in their grandmother when she became a widow to
live with me for 15 years until she passed. They loved this. I was
the best thing since chop liver and chicken soup. More for a great
script is this true or not true? Obviously with the tears in my eyes
when Janice first came in to see me she knew what was wrong with me.
I put it out of my mind and got back to the present as Dean came in
and saw me smiling when he made eye contact with me. Dean is a
beautiful chocolate-colored man 35 from the U.K. My mother and
brother don’t understand me now. Is this true or not true? I don’t
dismiss them like they dismiss me. This is not my army. I march to my
own drum. I have become closer to my biological son and mother and
brother even though all the doors closed in my face. The unlimited
amount of windows and doors with Light of knowledge is teaching me to
be a more compassionate human being. The graves holding on to the
secrets of the skeletons are for the living dead. I am not one of
them. I ride my magic carpet now. I stopped my tip toeing through
the tulips. It got me sick. I now fly over the earth’s gardens of
paradise and view their majestic beauty in a spiritual way for my own
peace and serenity.

Grandma Michele in Wonder Land – Part 2

Dear Diary, Wonder Land is not always fun. 6pm I picked up a women in front of L. A. fitness. I met her the day before in the L.A. fitness Jacuzzi after the water aerobics class. I was trying to be a match maker for my instructor. Listening to the conversation was a tall woman with curly white hair and a bright smile. She was laughing hard about me. Her accent was beautiful music to my ears. She was from Germany and Trinidad. She reminded me of my grandma Ellen the matriarch of my family who was a holocaust survivor. I invited her to go with me to Megabits were I would be performing stand up comedy on Fri. She shared her story as I was driving. Her friend was having a lot of problems because she was in denial of her by polar disorder and not always taking her medication. This conversation was a story I have heard many times in the past 3 years. I left my body in my mind and traveled back through time when I was diagnosed as bipolar in May 2008 by a doctor that told me she was bipolar and she had to take medication and meet with her therapist to stay balanced so she could function in a healthy life style. This was a script for a movie. This M.D. was shaking as she was taking notes. I was reading her with my six senses each time I had my one hour session. I was taking the medication she prescribed for me and I was starting to look like her, nervous with a lot of stress. I complained of the shaking, headaches then migraines and finally a seizure after two 1/2 months on this medication. She never looked into my eyes as I was telling her my story of me being afraid of my husband and the control I believed he had over me. The fear I put on myself manifested into a sickness that only I knew how to cure and it was not with any medication but no one was listening to me. My husband worshiped me as his good queen of hearts. I caused my own sickness so I could get healthier in a spiritual way that the doctors could not understand then. I said only I am inside my body and you are seeing the result of depression from this medication. My psychiatrist had a nervous breakdown and gave up her practice because at the same time she had another patient that had committed suicide that was on the same medication only a higher dose and additional medication for his shakes and migraines. The plot thickenings! There is a lot more to this story and there will be a film one day or not. I just had to get my self-esteem back, stop making excuses for the baggage I was carrying my entire life and start taking responsibility for all my choices. I saw the handwriting on the wall for me. I was not in denial any more. I started to heal myself without the medication. It took 18 months during this time I was a child. You can see it in the video on youtube.com grandma michele1117 staring in what kind of world do I want? This flash back cured me from being angry with myself for my choice of wanting to be free and accepting only unconditional love from my ex husband and any other relationship I might get in the future. That comedy show was a disaster because I could not fake it. I did learn a lot about real comedians and the mind-set they have to get themselves into before a performance. The comedy video will be on youtube.comgrandmamichele1117, Fri. 9. I take no medication today and I am happy with my choices I made for myself. I see life from a different perspective because I have grown with a lot of growing pains. It is a daily choice to stay balance. On Jan.20, 2010, I was evaluated by M.DD.F.A.P.a. and was diagnosed with Psychosis Unspecified{298.9} that they didn’t charge me for. The narrative diagnosed would have cost me $500. I did not think it was worth it any more. I was just going to use all this information in my comedy acts. The Mayo clinic is reviewing all this information so I can have a clean bill of health and build my retreat for the women war vets that do need help now. I am not afraid to tell the truth no matter what the price is.

Grandma Michele In Wonderland – Part 1

Dear Diary, I fell through a dark hole that had iridescent colored lights. This was my fantasy of all the Disney Characters that I grew up with. When I landed I was facing a magnificent rainbow behind a large pond with my son Bobby reeling in his dream as he pulled back into the row-boat, he thanked God for his peace and serenity. Two Arabian horses, the smaller one black and the large one white were in front of my pond waiting for me and my son to ride again into our destiny. There was a deer under the tree that I use to swing from. She was waiting there for me to jump on the swing and dream as the winds whirled around the big old oak tree. My fairy angels were flying all around me sprinkling fairy dust of colored lights that were all the living souls that knew my calling. I was in Wonderland. At that moment I had to leave my body and travel back in time to April 6, 2009 I had just traveled 1800 miles alone from A.Z. to P.A. with my spiritual angels guiding me. My black Cadillac was filled with 8 puppet toys that sang songs when you touched their button. Next to me was a three-foot scarecrow to keep me laughing. I picked up all these happy fun children’s toys at the Cracker Barrel stores because I was in pain and still a child. I lost my best friend that was my father figure with my divorce. I became the wondering Jew with my Indian walking stick, matzoh, fruit, bitter-sweet chocolates, in the back seat of my car. It was already written that I was to wonder for the next 40 years telling stories and to lessening to stories. Is this true or not true? Only time will tell. All I do know is that I plan and God or the Creator decides. I planned my part in the circus of humans. I left Emerald City Pebble Creek Active Adult Community and all the beautiful walking angels that shared their stories with me. I lived in paradise for 5 1/2 years with my king and I was his queen. I lived in a magical home in Grandma Michele’s wonder land. It was my dream world. I had tea parties with my grandchildren when they came to visit the king and me. I always put on costumes with hats and told fairytale stories while we danced around my magical home. My home was alive to me with all my paintings and ceramics I made there. I was known as the matzoh ball Queen for the 300 matzoh balls I made for the Shalom club there each Passover. I gave 3 years of cooking classes in my lavish kitchen. The king and I gave and went to dinner parties. There was always a 5 o’clock cocktail party we were invited to or gave. I highly recommend this community that is a melting pot of souls that are enjoying their life in style without paying a fortune. My video of this fabulous community can be viewed on YouTube. Search grandmamichele and my March 25 comedy act at the N.Y. comedy club Boca Raton F.L… Appearing Fri. April 2 at Megabites 19-10 Hollywood Blvd. F.L. and Thurs. April 29, 8pm N.Y. comedy club Boca Raton F.L. come and be happy with laughter.