March 28, 2010

Dear Diary, Down the yellow brook road- at the Festival at Morikami museum and Japanese gardens Del Ray Beach F.L. I have traveled down this road of colorful flowers with the winds that twisted and turned me in every direction from the sounds of music that filled my soul with loving memories of all those that I have left behind. I am at a very peaceful loving place for myself. The joy and happiness comes from my inside. I know how I got here. It was through the vessel of my beautiful mother’s body. I have come through her and she through me over and over to learn my lessons of being a compassionate human being .Tears of pain came over me as I gave birth to the new me. Now 9 months of this single roller coaster ride as a divorce not realizing, I was always free. It was my choice and my free will. I was not willing to except that I was a powerful women and could be happy with my own rhythm of my symphony. I was always looking to help someone else and not myself. It’s my time now. My dear friend Father A. from a Catholic church said to me after he read my catharsis “can’t believe you are not cynical after your life story I read. I said “I understand the baggage that every soul lives with when they make excuses for their choices they made “. I see so many unhappy people filled with anger and regret that are disrespectful to one another. I am filled with unconditional love now. Father A. said “its time you start taking care of you first Michele. I have had great teachers in my life and they are all the men partners I have left behind. They were the cards I chose. The deck was open for me to look at with open eyes to see their soul. I only saw the outside for I was a child that believed in fairy tales. I see now how they had the power that was external with money and that’s what I thought would make me happy. I gave up my power in all my relationships. It was easier for me to play the role of a child. That was my baggage I was taught as a child. To be defenseless and I would get my super hero. My power comes from the light that is glowing brighter as I am healing my heart. I believe still in love and I know that it is out there for me again and it will find me as it always has in the past. I am now ready to receive with my eyes wide open as an adult. The wizard was the bear that I was married to for the last 30 years. I was Dorothy in the land of Oz. It was a beautiful ride but I had to grow up and move to the promise land my paradise inside my soul. I am happy where ever I am because I am a free spirit that loves to dance and be happy. I stopped having expectations. I meet men all the time with so much anger. The single world is not a very happy world. It is lonely. I don’t understand the fear of getting burnt. Pain goes away as a person grows inside with awareness. I am very friendly to both men and women and it seems to be taken the wrong way. Sex is not love. I am looking for LOVE with a man not a child! If it will be it will be. I keep writing my script with the connection I share stories with anyone that wants to read them. I met two beautiful talented twins wearing blue wigs. Their spiritual mother I have an attraction to from a previous life time. I don’t really know if this is true or not. It is just what I feel now. It’s that intuition that is so magnetically powerful now. It draws people into me as if I were a spider web. I weave these tales of the famous aunt a singer that is in my future or was it my past that has been archive along with the 40th anniversary of Wood Stock that I danced in the aisle as I was filmed. My 5 minutes of fame this past summer. I walked down the yellow brook road again. My intuition says that this sound tract will be some day in a movie that will be or won’t be I don’t know what true or not any more. I can only call it now as I see it in the present. www.DancePlanetx.com. It all has to do with my children’s books I am writing now. It was déjà vu for me as they were selling their award-winning cute digital vector pop-art design &illustration BleuhMeuh.com. EstefaniaCrespo.com YouTube/estefunnya Itunes Music Pop.
I reminisce the years I had a gourmet sauce co. selling behind a booth. I won the best product of the year 1993 the Tiffany Crystal Award for Michele’s Continental Sauces. All yesterday’s news. It’s my story book that gets easier for me just because I Love because it is the electric energy that feeds my soul to do whatever brings it joy. Its time I get my name up in light and return to Broadway. I started a new career, comedy it brings laughter to my heart and is healing for me. My act is my longest running show on Broadway. It started when I was 19 years old in 1966 on Broadway, Hicksville L.I. N. Y. I moved to a hair salon in 1971, Bobby’s Mothers Place at 1385 Broadway N .Y.C. I added Michele Hair Cutters 563 7 Ave, 44th St Madison Ave. and Broad St Wall St. and in 1981 Michele’s award winning Restaurant Main S.T… Callicoon N.Y. Using my power of passion as I always did to succeed. I am as old as I want to feel. I feel like Peter Pan. I just performed March 25 at the N.Y. Comedy Club, 8221 Glades Road Boca Raton F.L. At the Funniest Amateur comedians contest. I met a beautiful dark chocolate black women that did her comedy act on stage before mine. I connected to her after the show. There is something special in her that is very real to me. I am meeting with her to spend the day at the Asian street fair and to get to know her. She is a comedian actress-comedy coach. It feels good to love color. This is my life now, not being afraid to try a dream that I had since childhood. It is all about my aspirations now. I made the Finals with this act. The Egyptian performance I will be doing on April 29th is sexy and hilarious as I fly on my magic carpet ride full of fun. The custom I will be wearing as a belly dancer I bought at the Japanese festival from an Egyptian man named Joseph. I told him he was in the Bible. The one that could read dreams just like me. He made me some perfume from his imported Egyptian oils. He called this fragrance Paradise. It fit the way I am living now in Paradise. I was lucky to have met him. I had a powerful connection that brought me back in time when I was in Egypt inside the pyramids. I believe I was an Egyptian sex slave that was a belly dancer because it is so natural for me to dance this way now without any lessons. Come and see Grandma Michele 8pm.
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My train is my paradise.

Dear Diary,  I am living now as the enlightened Grandma Michele the story-teller of the 21 century.  March 19:    My brother dropped me off in Mission bay shopping center Boca Raton F.L.at 7:30 a.m. on his way to work. This is my train schedule five days a week at L.A. fitness. My train takes my soul through a heavenly paradise every time I connect to one of my walking and dancing angles that share their story with me. I do have to let some of them off at their train stations.  Each will have to go their own way for their own healing and awareness of their spiritual growth. They too can live on their paradise train on this Earth as a happy healthy soul. Their body encasement is a special incarnation which can be their vehicle to do there calling. They can confront their fears and move to the other side of fear which is faith if it is their choice to.  My calling is to assist them as they get aboard my train if they choose to. I remember back to my first grade class. The teacher I had, tried to teach me how to read and write. I was in fantasy land looking out the windows seeing spiritual visions and hearing thoughts invisible to all the adults around me. I was just like the millions of children that always have been diagnosed with learning disabilities throughout the ages. I am dyslexic and have a.d.d.  I inherited this from my father and passed it on to my son. I now know that I was always learning from a non physical teacher and guide that always have been with me from the beginning of my existence. That is way I have accomplished so much success in my life. You can go to my web site www.allaboutmytimenow.com and see my biography. I am using this new awareness because I have cleansed my soul so I am now transparent. I unlocked all my secrets and that set me free from my splintered personality. I gather the stories I hear by looking in the eyes and reading the signs of body language as I did when I was a hunter gather. I use the electric current that I have on my hands and in my entire body to read the souls that are open and are ready to be walked into the light so they can use their own current to heal themselves. This is a process I only exchange with one that can be honest with their love of becoming an awakened human being. This enlightened knowledge is my fuel for my engines that drives my train and keeps me on track so I don’t derail any more. I must be patient for this is the only way I can learn now. To many times in my past I crashed into a brick wall and scattered myself into a million glass pieces. It was hard picking up those pieces. They cut my heart and I bleed. Now I am aware of those sharp jiggered glass edges so when I polish those sharp rough edges with unconditional love, I can put myself back as one enlightened human being enjoying living in my own skin. I love all the classes in L.A. fitness. I have named my instructors from my fairy tales .Tinkerbell my aqua fit class on Wed., has electric energy as she sprinkles fairy dust on all the ducklings as we enjoyed her class. This past class she forgot her great music that always keeps me singing.  She apologized to the class. I said I was happy because I got to play the ugly duckling and stayed away from the other ducks gathering material for my comedy act on March 25 that I will put on my you tube so all can laugh at me. Body works plus abs, cycle, mat palates, kick box cardio and yoga instructors are all high energy and very passionate when they give their classes. The Latin Impact or zumba is my favorite because it makes me laugh as I get a lot of material for my comedy act that has a lot to do with sex and the lack of it for me now because of choice. This instructor I call Genie in the bottle she is very sexy, tall with long blond hair and a magnificent body that matches her good happy soul. I left a paradise place that had all this in Goodyear A. Z. when I got divorced June 18, 2009. It was my birthday and it would have been my 30th anniversary. It is called Pebble Creek active adult community. It was heaven to me.  It had all the beautiful people that I got to know in the 51/2 years I lived there with my king. It is a melting pot that glowed for me because I became enlightened there with all it offered to me. I learned many new arts and just had fun dancing around as a butterfly until I had a metamorphosis and became a new butterfly that did not obey her king any more. I stopped being afraid of the unknown.  I got out of my own cage of fear that I put myself in because it was so comfortable. I was in my own ghetto that my heritage was trapped in for ages. So my King set me free by a divorce. I still love my King and my King still loves me even though we are apart now sailing on two separate ships .Mine is to never-never land, the King’s is to his paradise of emerald city with his 3 golf courses and backyard swimming pool. There is a video that I made of this mangiest heavenly paradise that will soon be on my you tube and all can see me there as I was very happy. Follow my blog and you will see it all.

Memories

Dear Diary, Today I remembered that a year ago I was dancing at the Cameo Ball. I was wearing the dress that I wore for my wedding 30 years ago in 1979. The Cameo ball is a fund-raiser that is run by the Cameo Club. Every year they pick a charity or cause to raise money for. Last year they ran a Miss Senior Arizona Pageant for the Alzheimer’s Association. I’ve lost two relatives to this disease so it is a special cause for me to help raise money for. I was able to go to the Cameo Ball because I’d performed in the Miss Senior Arizona pageant of 2009. I danced in my four-inch stiletto heels. (To see the video clip of my speech and dance go to you tube and in the search box enter grandma michele.)  The speech I gave was: “I’m from Good Year Arizona, and I’m 61 3/4s years young. I started my circus act at the age of 4 in a kindergarten play. Halfway through my high wire act I discovered my wings behind me. I will fly to the finish sprinkling my fairy dust, because I believe in myself.”

My Magic Carpet Ride

Dear Diary, On March 15^th I went to Steven Fox’s Social Club at the Sunday House in Del Ray Beach, Fla.  It was my first singles dance and it was fabulous. I felt like I was back in high school as a butterfly flying around dropping my happiness with my smile, as I was meeting people. I was dressed in black leather pants and a silk and leather ribbed top with black leather flowers. My hair was long and blonde and I had on a black hat I’d purchased in Little Italy this past summer. I got compliments for my hat and the way I looked. It made me feel real good. I danced with men and women and had conversations with a few interesting men. One very elegant handsome man dressed in an elegant black silk suit. I was kidding around with him telling him that I was a writer and a comedienne. I asked him if he’d like to ride on my Magic Carpet with me, we could have a lot of fun. He said sure “I’d love to and I’’ call you.”  I started to read him and tell him where I wanted this carpet ride to go. I told him I would like to go to Sea World and swim the dolphin. He said “I’ll fill up my bathtub and you can swim with me, I’ll take you for a ride.” I put the brakes on to throw this ace of spades off my carpet, and I said we’re on two different ships mine doesn’t involve sex. My temple has closed up and will stay closed up for a very long time. He got the drift and said I guess I won’t be calling you, and I said no and we both laughed and walked away. Just because I looked hot and danced provocatively doesn’t mean the temple is open. That’s just part of the entertainer that I am.

Then I met an extraordinary human being that I was attracted to because of his curly white hair.  He was tall and slender and dressed very well. My conversation with him was on a different level, soul to soul through the eyes. For when I talked to him about my dream vacation to go to the Himalayas, he said he’d been there. He told me there will be a beautiful blue flower on top of a hill by a temple for me to see. My best friend came over to join the conversation with this special soul. She liked him too; I said to myself maybe he will connect with my friend. Because at this time I cannot give a man the love and time a relationship to good man deserves. My time is filled with my dream to make into a reality a retreat for the women war vets, and to help any other along the way with my insight and my psychic healing.

I believe in bring joy to all the many flavors of ice cream which is the human race and all their colors. Today I was in the Jacuzzi at LA Fitness; I bypassed the swimming in the pool because I saw a young man 32 years old with a big tattoo on his right arm. I walked over and asked him what the tattoo meant. He said it was a design of a warrior’s emblem, but it was not completed. I said you are an indigo child that is a warrior of this time. He looked at me and asked what I meant. Because he came from Brazil and still has trouble understanding the English language, but he wanted to learn. He told me his story and then he broke down and cried and said he was sorry for crying. I told him not to be sorry. He was all alone in this country and has no one to talk to. He has a 12-year-old son, an ex-wife and mother back in Brazil. He was trying to make a success of himself here in America. He thanked me for under standing and listening to him. I gave him my card and information so he could call if he needed someone to talk to again. I said my service of healing are free the only thing I ask is that you translate and send my blog to your country so it can get passed around the world. To me the messages I give on my blog are of unconditional love of one’s self. I don’t heal any one; I only help them with their stories so they can heal themselves.

I am taking my first course at the Omega Institute in Rhinebeck NY on July 25^th, to learn how to do the power of healing through life regression. The class is being given by the famous Dr Brian Weiss, who also gave the all day workshop I attended on March 13^th.  Please check out my website at allaboutmytimenow.com.

18 Days in Boca Raton Florida

Dear Diary, My world is Pinocchio’s world with the tailor Geppetto as my creator. My nose grew every time I lied to myself. Now on the 18^th day in Boca Raton Florida I become a human being without string attachments to my splintered personality. That is my choice in this incarnation of Grandma Michele the story-teller. I am able to fly through my thoughts of dreams as a free spirit which enables me to connect to exceptional human beings. These human beings come in all flavors as I perceive them. Their outer packaging in their eyes is the connection to my soul. I decide to let them in on my journey or leave them by the way side and let them find another dreamer. My first connection was Antonie the tailor at his exclusive shop in Boca Raton, F.L. He is Geppetto to me. His professional way he conducted his life has resulted in a happy healthy successful career. He came to America 50 years ago from Italy with a dream. His dream became his reality. His physical appearance is that of a good King with his pure white hair, goatee, moustache and wire rim glasses. His shop is elegant with wood panel interior and custom-made suits hanging in perfect order. I also met Antoine’s granddaughter Ariel that looked like the mermaid I saw with my own granddaughter in Disney Land, C.A. on her third birthday celebration. This connection was a flash back to the divine spiritual moment of my epiphany of the non physical world my three-year old grandchild was living in. My grandchild sitting still on the top of a tall Ferris wheel put her finger tip to my lips and said shush! Listen Grandma. She was lessening to the wind, birds and invisible angels that are always by our sides in our shadows. From that day on I knew I was never alone.  I walk with my angels as well as every other human being on this earth. Very few know it. There is so much conflict from fear causing a virus in most brains because of the war between ones personality and their soul. I am a life coach and do psychic healing where ever I go. By appointment or by chance my meeting anyone that needs my assistance. Call me; my cell number is 623- 298-9473, and my email:grandmamichele@dishmail.net. I give lectures on fearless living. I am an entertainer and I’m appearing March 25, at 8pm at New York Comedy Club, 8221 Glades RD #10 Boca Raton, FL. The phone number there is 561-470-6887. I’ll be wearing the dress that Antonie altered for me. I do this just for my own happiness. It’s just fun to make people happy and take them back to their Peter Pan adventures of flying free.

I joined LA Fitness in Boca Raton FL. I connected to amazing walking angels as I listened to their stories. Walking angels are all about helping unconditionally. They give the gift of their story freely. I respect their privacy and only tell their personal stories without using their real names. The manager of LA Fitness is a short white 50-year-old woman with short black hair, small frame that just lost 30 pounds and is proud of her self. The head trainer at LA Fitness wore beautiful dreads in his hair. I saw many other beautiful chocolate black and brown men wearing the same beautiful dreads. All of these men had totally different features and different souls that I connected to. One particular beautiful black man who is 38 years old told his story to me of being married to white women whose father is an anti-Semitic and he had beautiful children that I saw. This man told me that his step grandmother was physic like me. I told him that he needed to relax and release the stress with meditation so he could live a long life and see his children grow up. This man told me my advice sounded just like his step grandmothers, and I said I know, but it is your choice to think you deserve to give yourself the time it takes to heal yourself. I met a few of the sales consultants at LA Fitness and saw the conflict that was going through their minds as they were juggling their baggage that they were carrying on their shoulders. All were very pleasant to me and I suggested to the manager of LA Fitness that I could a give free lecture on fearless living while I was there until the end of April. The manager said this is a corporate company and she didn’t think it would be possible but she would ask. I said this would only help in sales and for your members benefit.

I met a woman (31 years old) in the sauna. She’d overheard me talk about spirits and ghosts, and then when I was alone with her she said to me that she saw a spirit of a little girl about 5-8 years old in the house where she lives and she sits in a closet where her 2-year-old daughter goes in and plays. She saw this ghost once and told me she was dressed in Easter clothes and had the face of a child. Then she told me there was also a black spirit there, an evil one, who scared her and just last night she saw it as a shadow. She told it to get away. She was very fearful of this and asked me what I thought of this; did I think she was crazy. I said no, you are not crazy because I have been to the other side, the parallel world, the non-physical world that is all around us. I don’t see it anymore but I know that it is with me. I asked these women do you want me to go to your home and she said yes. I went to her house that afternoon with two of her daughters. I went into the bedroom where the closet was and sat down quietly and saw nothing. I went into the room where she saw the black shadow, the evil one; but I saw nothing and felt nothing. I went back and sat with her and told her I’d seen nothing and felt nothing. She said “so I am crazy,” and I said “no you are not.” I said to her “hold out your hands don’t touch mine just put them right above my palms tell me what you feel” she said “I feel heat and tingling like electricity it is going all the way up to my shoulders”. I said “that’s good did you ever feel this energy before?” she said “sometimes I do from my feet and it goes up in to my legs.” I said you are gifted. You are a special soul. You told me you are married to a tri racial man.  I explained to her about the child that plays with the ghost; this is my interpretation… Her 2-year-old goes into a world that is her pre-life with that child’s spirit and she said that is why that child’s spirit is here now, but as soon as your 2-year-old gets older, she will forget and then that spirit will go away. As for the dark black one, the shadow that scares you, she believes that it is only in your head because of your own anxieties that are in yourself now because of your trauma that happened in your life. It is a fear that you are holding onto. The trauma is this… your 3rd daughter who is now 6 years old, had a normal birth and received mercury containing shots when she was 2 months old, 4 months old, and 6 months old. She then received MMR and chicken pox at 12 months which then regressed into autism. She is now 6 years old and has a mind of a 2-year-old who cannot communicate. I told her to read 4 books: ‘Many Lives Many Masters’ by Dr. Brian Weiss, ‘The Seat of the Soul’ by Garry Zukav, ‘Children of the Now’ by Meg Losey, and ‘Crystal Children’ by Doreen Virtue. I explained to her that I wasn’t a doctor and that I only facilitate in my psychic healing through books and my multi-senses.

I am attending Saturday March 13^th a seminar given by doctor Brian Weiss on experiencing your past life he is the author of ‘Many Lives Many Masters’ that I got as a birthday present for her 61^st birthday. It will be held in Fort Lauderdale Fl at the Broward Center. I hope to speak to Dr. Brian Weiss about my dream of creating the wounded warrior retreat at my home in PA.

Another short story that occurred one night going back to LA Fitness. I’d left my bathing-suit in the gym. Upon the return trip home there was a man with a sign that read: “Lost his job, homeless, foreclosure, etc.” I looked at his face and thought it was the truth and harmless, so I rolled down my car window and handed 2 dollars to him. I then made a U-turn and saw a smirk on his face when I looked back, looking over to let someone else know that he took someone else and he was a fraud. I’d learned something truly important; you can’t tell anymore even the innocent of faces. What a sad world we live in when there are catastrophes all around us and we can’t tell anymore what is true and what is false even when we think our intuition tells us. I know somehow with my blog that many young people who are innocent, kind, and free, may become more aware so that they do not get hurt or victimized.

Philadelphia Airport 5 PM U.S. Airlines

Dear Diary, I was there by myself, so I had to get to the gate for my departing flight to Florida on time. In the past I had problems being on time because I was never present in the moment; in my mind was a recorded record that would play over and over again about my past. That is why I would miss planes.  I walked on the runway, the stewardess were friendly; greeting me by saying hello. I sat down in my seat, savoring the moment of where I was. I always anticipate an unusual flight for whenever I am up in the sky, close to the heaven; I go into a fantasy world. The fantasy is the creation of my dreams that was my reality before my existence in the body of Grandma Michele. I now dream that I am sitting in the seat in what was my time in heaven, in the clouds, there stood castles all in a row; all different colors. They were the rainbows reflecting light and glowing. I saw my creator, and was a given audience, and it was time that I was allowed to pick out certain closets in the castles. There, I was able to pick out my out-of-packaging of who I was to become on planet Earth in the 20^th century. I’m one of the lucky ones because of my past life existence and behavior. I’ve achieved the right to certain DNAs; so I picked this time to be white, blonde curly hair, hazel eyes, small frame, female, not overly beautiful, but not ugly…easy in appearance that would be comfortable for children when I would finally awaken at the age of 60 to do my calling. My calling is to just tell stories, and to listen to stories, and to write children’s books, and to entertain, and dance between all the puppets that are the human race.

All of a sudden I’m tapped on my left shoulder by the stewardess to see if I’d like refreshment. I said thank you and decided I would like to have a glass of Cabernet. That would wake me up, back into the reality of being on the plane. I know that I always had to be conscious of balance, never to over indulge myself even when something as the red wine would make me feel good. I know that too much good is not good, for one of my failures in my life was to fill voids with negative aspects rather than positive ones. At one time in my life I filled my void with over eating, and at that time in my life was in denial of what was going on in my sub-conscience. Now I’m  allowing my subconscious to become my conscience. I had gone from 107 pounds to 185 pounds and I’m only 5 feet tall. So I’ve learned over time how to fill that void with something positive and control my emotional eating. Today I’m now a healthy 108 pounds; and I’m 62 3/4. I also know that too much alcohol is a depression and only temporarily makes you happy. So I watch my wine consumption because I’d once tried to commit suicide in 1997. I learned from the time I was hospitalized that again I was not listening to my sub-conscience which was trying to teach me something. Finally I turned that around in a healthy way by releasing a fear that I’d had since I was 3-9 years old; the time that my father took my innocence from me. I decided now to move away from that moment of that broken record and decided to get up out of my seat in the plane and stretch and walk to the rear and look for some happier faces that I could relate to. I came upon 3 stewardess in the back of the plane; 2 young ones around their 30’s and one older one around her 50’s. The older stewardess was showing her scrap book of her family and the home she lives in to the other stewardesses. I looked over and saw that there were horses in one of the pictures where this women lives, and that she has two beautiful daughters and a handsome husband. The stewardess who up until now had a nice smile on her face was friendly. I decided to give some of my positive energy to the stewardess after a compliment to her on the pictures of her family and home, and I told her that I do psychic healing. There was a surge of energy that abruptly caused the older stewardess to turn to me and change her tone, her vibration, her symphony, that was so enlightening into the depths of hell. The stewardess who I’ll call January (because she became so frigid to me) felt that I was like a devil because of what I’d said to her. The stewardess said, “I’m going to bring something to your seat that I would like you to read.” I said, “I’m sorry if I offended you.” And January replied, “I don’t believe in your abilities.” I then said, “When I saw your guard went up, I did not invade your privacy for I have respect for your boundaries.” I then walked back to my seat feeling very bad. Two minutes later, January tapped me on the shoulder and handed me something to read. I began to read, and it was a bible. The two paragraphs that January told me to read said that false profits and dreamers should be crucified. I thought that if I could explain by giving the stewardess a copy of the latest article about me and one of my cards that I’d painted, it would explain who I was so I went back to where the stewardess were sitting and only the two young stewardess were there. I said, “Please read this and give it to January and this will explain who I am and what I’m doing, and maybe she will understand that I’m not what she thinks I am.” Two minutes later, January returned the article and the card to me and said, “I’m not interested in this.” She then walked away with anger. I realized that the stewardess never read the article, for all the article said was that I had a non-profit organization titled All About My Time Now and it was to raise money to be able to build a retreat for women war vets coming back from Iraq or Afghanistan and everything that I do today is to pursue this dream into a reality and help the victims of war become the productive survivors in today’s society. When I left the plane passing January, she would not make eye contact with me; she simply looked away. I know that that is why this world is so messed up because even religious ones that think they are holier than thou are of all cultures and only they are the chosen one. I know no one is chosen and yet everybody is chosen; we are all the same. From the richest to the poorest, the humblest to the most egotistic celebrity. “Too bad,” I said. The puppets of this earth act like puppets, they seem to be pulled by strings from out of space. The delirium psychosis seems to be in the air. The newborns, the young ones, the children will change this world. I hope my children’s book that I am writing now will be the start for these children to see a world in a different way; not through my eyes but through their own because that was the problem in the past. Everyone wants everyone else to see this world through their eyes, walk in their shoes or somebody else’s shoes, never their own… never be, or let be. I got on this highway from Good Year, Arizona back to Damascus, Pennsylvania because I did not do it his way, so I was divorced after 30 years of marriage, to the date on my birthday, June 18^th 2009. But that is a story for another time.

February 21 2010

Dear Diary, I caught an early flight that caused me to have a six hour layover before my departing flight to Florida, on Feb 21. I used this time wisely observing all the people as they walked by me. I imagined that I was in a fish bowl very comfortably gazing out through the glass and seeing funny creatures that walked on two legs, all in a dazed state of mind. Some with back packs some rolling their luggage and some just with a shoulder bag, all with cell phones and not many smiles. Each one had a story that played over and over in their minds, that was the energy that drove their actions so they looked liked puppets. I had to find one that was like me so I could get out of the fish bowl of fears that I was in at the airport, I saw a tall black stranger dressed neatly who carried himself well sitting down with a small container of mixed nuts for a snack. I walked over to him and made eye contact. I told him I was a writer and invited him to sit with me. He saw me as harmless looking women, dressed in blue jeans, pink sweater, blond long hair and a brown derby hat. His name was Erick. Erick was a 50 year old man divorced with a 3year old boy on his way to start a new life. He was special and I used my 6th sense to read his awareness on what he was about to embark on. I gave him my card that describes my retreat and my psychic healing. He said that maybe he would come up this summer with his son, as right then he was leaving to catch his flight to California.  As he left I told myself there must be many more wonderful humans that I can connect with and right there at the next table in Au Bon Pain, was a beautiful black woman. She told me she was on her third marriage. She looked to be about 40 but was 55, and was very smart women. She told her goals to me and I could not stay away from letting my vibrating energy combine with her. Chris, who was studying on line for her Psychology degree, let it happen, as she was feeling the heat from my hands, she started to slow down and clear her thoughts to move on to the next level of her dreams. I told Chris how to achieve this by using her own energy. I told her to stay in touch so I could see if my intuition was right. I told her patience is the most important thing to learn when trying to stop thinking about what everyone else is thinking of her. It was time for me to leave the Au Bon Pain and walk around the airport, I had 2 hours left and my energy was high and ready to explore. Even though I missed my first flight by 10 min., I knew that was the way it was to be. Because it just was. It’s all about my journey that is my happiness and to keep a friendly smile for all those that have eye contact with me to see.