MY DIARY (a little about me)

I never did write in a diary as a child as some of my friends because I couldn't share my childhood experiences with anyone. Would anyone believe I saw little people dancing, laughing all dressed up in beautiful clothes in my bedroom on the window sills and dressers?

Since I have been recollecting my childhood, I also thought of that horrible day of the misery my Dad did to me. He refused to keep my dog "Buttons" in the house because she was biting on all his shoes and slippers. When I was in school he put the dog in his car and drove her 10 miles away for someone to find and keep. That was the only thing I never forgave my father for! When I came home from school and she was not there, I cried bitter tears. How could anyone not have a love for animals I thought. In my mind, I drew a map which consisted of a line from me to Buttons for the dog to come back home to me . It was like" follow the yellow brook road." In short, lickedly split, she arrived home over a week later very dirty, thin and soaked in oil. I heard her barking under my window in the driveway on a beautiful Saturday morning. I vowed we would never part again! Dad was in the doghouse as my Mom's will was stronger than his. I had my dog to my Pre-teens until it passed away . She was so special and loving and taught my father how to love.

I knew then by even playing what I called "sky girl" on my swings, pushing up and down there were other beings out there and not necessarily airplanes. I simply saw flying objects in space going back and forth. Of course, I flew with them. (lol)

I never told my stories to anyone as I knew they would not believe or understand. Oh yes, I did have a friend to join me on these occasions and she went along telling me she had so much fun with my imagination, By the way, I still see her and call her the "Brooklyn kid" We met in kindergarten and still talks about the fun I put her through.


Trust me when I say grew up very well adjusted with plenty of love! My house was the soup kitchen for all those to eat, play and be merry. My Mother worked like a dog cleaning, cooking but with smiles on her face. No microwaves either. Life was so simple then.

Currently. starting to write this weblog, I have been writing about how I think and what I feel. Sooo my dear readers...I feel compelled to write my innermost journey, only this time, I care less of what people think!! My ..have I grown.

In the beginning of my practice, I received calls that I had to answer questions that were very mundane and totally linear. Examples: What color shall I wear for the party I am going to. Where shall I go on vacation, how big will my engagement ring be? Who is cheating on who..Hmmmmm secrets.
You get the drift.

I'm happy to say my audience has become more sophisticated because people are dealing with real issues concerning survival. Yeh, we definitely have become, and/or becoming aware suddenly that the world then was not what we thought it was cracked up to be. We were owned by the government possibly a form of mind control. People are stating their feelings openly coming into a different state of consciousness .. I realize that joy and laughter leave when times are difficult but if you get into your own skin and trust, there is always that light at the end of the tunnel. When you look back at a crisis you have had, don't you laugh at what made you so crazy!

Love is essential and truth above all paramount......

Now, worries regarding work, money and family feuding are more prevalent. People that think differently cannot abide by the old forms of life any longer. We are now Pilgrims asking; who am I?, why am I here?, and what is my truth?