DOO WOP, DE WADDA WADDA, DOO WAH!

Once upon a time, long, long ago, when egg cream was the beverage of the day, a dollar equaled one hundred pennies and the term "your mama" was actually an expression of endearment to the woman who gave you life, there was a small but enchanting land located on the planet earth called Brooklyn, New York. In this loving community, people built a life for themselves. The men worked near home, the women bore children, and the family ate dinner together at the same time, at one table, where they shared their fears and joys, their sadness and their laughter.

I grew up in Brooklyn and while I probably seemed reasonably average on the
outside, deep inside I knew that nothing could be farther from the truth. Neighborhood kids played games of make-believe in which they were a prince or princess but that was never grand enough for me. I had to be Queen Isabella of Spain, reigning over my vast kingdom and maybe sending Christopher Columbus off to discover the new world.
While my girlfriends dreamed of the man they would marry, I was becoming familiar with amazing visions of the spirit world. I sang doo wop on the street corners, wore pearls and cashmere, and necked with Steven Dorfman in the back of my '57 Chevy. At the same time, I heard the humming of angels in my ears, had conversations in my head with my "unseen friends" and more than a glimpse of space ships in the skies from my bedroom window at night. The contrast between the inner and outer, at times, could be intense.

Steve Dorfman's lips are long gone and, sadly, so is the '57 Chevy I loved so much, although eventually I traded it in for a Red Caddy convertible. The Angels stayed around and so did conversations with my unseen friends. Life moved on and today I am a professional clairvoyant and author who makes a living dishing out "insights" as food for the soul.I help people make choices for themselves to either sink or swim, to give in, give up, go forward, get out or get on with it. I suppose I still seem pretty normal from the outside. Well....at least until until you get to know me!!

And yet, I feel very much in touch with that younger mini-me, the one who sang doo wop in Brooklyn. Reading that last statement, I can feel the vital energy of that timeless soul. I can sense the ever curious mind. I can hear the sound of laughter around our dinner table. It's all there and very much alive. Life may have moved on but I am still tapping my foot and snapping my fingers to the beat of the music.

When someone says that you act or look so much younger than your age, it means that they have a preconceived notion of what a person of a certain age should look act and be. That means, on a larger scale, that the collective consciousness of the planet expects a specific condition in terms of health, for example, relative to an age group. You know as well as I do that age has nothing to do with your energy level but this kind of belief system "pigeonholes" a person into a statistic.
It keeps you inside a box and, unfortunately, there will always be plenty of studies and statistics to back up the idea. I know too many "young" people who are sickly, lethargic and bored as well as boring. I know even more "old" people who are vibrant and full of energy, and I suspect that there's a toe tapping bit of doo wop alive and well inside of each one of them!

Abraham (the group teacher, channeled by Esther Hicks) speaks on the subject, saying we are source energy (source meaning God) and that we do not age, we're not supposed to age. It is the belief system that causes the deterioration.

My friend tells me that she refuses to buy into statistics or the belief system of aging. She has taught her children well in that regard and each year when they celebrate her birthday, they take a year off her age. I think she is down to about 32 years now. What a fabulous idea. My friend also says. "I want to continue being happy and healthy until death, whenever that may be." She echoes Abraham's words,
"I want to be happy, happy.....dead!!"

And mine....ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!

with appreciation to Alma Goldstein, acupuncturist/healer, for contributing