Archive for May, 2010

It was like bringing Christmas to Ethiopians.


For the past two months, I’ve been saying to Tony that I want a puppy—preferably a chocolate lab. We decided that if we were to get one, we’d wait until I was done with school this term so I’d have more time to take care of it.

As spirit would have it, when I came home from class last night there was the cutest little puppy lying on my living room floor!

Jeff, mine and Tony’s roommate, knew I wanted a puppy so when our neighbors offered to give her to us for free, he said he would wait and see if I wanted her.

Well, duh! Just look at her! She’s friggin’ adorable!

“It was like bringing Christmas to Ethiopians.” That was Jeff’s way of describing my reaction to seeing the puppy. Oh, man. My heart just melted when I saw her!

Our upstairs neighbors found her abandoned, infested with fleas, covered in dirt and with crud in her ears. They rescued her and brought her to the animal shelter to be cleaned. The shelter workers told my neighbors that if the puppy was to stay at the shelter, they would have to put her down, so they took her home.

We know nothing about her but we think she’s part lab and we think she’s about five or six months old.

I had the hardest time trying to figure out what to name her. I tried several names to see her reaction: Olivia, Anna, Emily. Nothing. No reaction. Then I tried Eva. Her head jumped right up and her tail started wagging. Eva is Hebrew for “giver of life.” With her given circumstances, I think it’s very fitting.

Eva is the newest member of my family. She’s sweet, cuddly and incredibly rambunctious. But I love her!

Me: “It fills the void of not having a baby.”
Tony: “I didn’t know there was a void.”
Me: “I figured it was best I didn’t tell you.”

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The End Is Not Near


I don’t care what you think. The world is not going to end on 12/21/2012. The Mayan calendar isn’t saying that’s the date the world is going to end. It is saying that is the date the 394-solar-year cycle is coming to an end.

Let me break this down a bit.

The Mayan calendar is read in different solar years:

  • 0.055 Solar Years
  • 1 Solar Year
  • 19.7 Solar Years
  • 394.3 Solar Years

We are closing in on the end of a huge cycle. Things are going to change. Things are going to happen to lead up to that change.

A few eye-openers we’ve witnessed already:

  • 9/11 and the War on Terrorism
  • 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake which resulted in a great tsunami
  • Hurricane Katrina strikes in 2005
  • Swine Flu pandemic of 2009
  • 2010 Haiti earthquake
  • 2010 Volcano eruptions in Iceland
  • Oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico 

 

We are in the midst of an awakening. What we will be woken up to, I don’t know. But we are transitioning into another huge cycle, so things are going to happen.  

What happened 400 years ago? Here’s what:

  • Thirty Year’s War began in 1618
  • Bubonic Plague
  • Earthquake of 1600 that destroyed Arequipa, Peru
  • Galileo proves that the planets circle the sun in 1610
  • First African slaves are brought to Jamestown in 1619

 

I know things are always happening and things are always changing, but the world isn’t coming to an end. Life will probably get much worse before it gets better. We probably won’t even recognize our planet in thirty years. So hold onto your seat, folks, because we’re in for a bumpy ride.

Mommy, someone’s tickling me


I just got off the phone with Lisa and she told me an interesting story.

Last night, Jolie woke Lisa up and said she felt someone was in her bedroom and he was poking and tickling her back. She showed Lisa how she moved when she felt the tickle and said she hasn’t felt like that since they lived on Waldron Ave.—their last apartment. Jolie was so scared that she slept in the living room.

Lisa went on to tell me that when they lived on Waldron Ave, she used to feel the same poking and tickling and her back would move the same way. She never told anyone about it until now.

When Lisa was 3-years-old, her biological father was murdered. She’s always felt her father was watching over her.

When Jolie was between the ages of 2 and 4, she would tell Lisa that a man would watch her sleep. He would never touch her, only watch over her. They lived in several different apartments, and the man would always be watching.

Sophia is 3 and she’s been saying the same thing. She’ll be playing in her bedroom and she’ll run out saying there’s a scary man in her room.

Both Murray Silver and Shirley Janney—the psychic I saw—told me that when a parent dies before their children grow up, their lives are unfulfilled so their spirit becomes a ghost and they stay with their children.

Lisa and I think that her biological father is the ghost that lives with them.

We’re doomed. We’re lost. We’re done!


 “I’m suggesting to you that the biggest problems on this planet today can only be approached from the field of spirit. And that is why the world is in the mess it’s in today. And why most people are in the mess they’re in today. Why most people are drug or alcohol addicted. 

“I don’t know anybody who’s not taking a drug of some kind because they can’t deal with reality. Because what they think is reality is actually only an illusion. This world that we live in, dear, this physical world we live in is an illusion. 

“This is not reality. The true nature of reality is emptiness. There’s no there, there. We are all constructs. Everything you see and encounter is a construct which means there was a time where it didn’t exist, there is a time where it will no longer exist so therefore it can’t be said to truly exist. 

“The only thing that’s real or permanent about you is that which science says doesn’t exist and that’s your spirit. And that is why this world is fucked up! 

“We live in a world of illusion and that which is real we call the illusion. And that is the reason why we are in the mess we are in. And if we don’t change our field of vision, we’ll never get it. We’re doomed. We’re lost. We’re done!” -Murray Silver

It’s a twister! It’s a twister!


I’m living on Silver Street in the house I lived in for 14 years in New Hampshire. My parents, Lisa, our dog Shadow—he passed away last August—and Cassie’s dog Buster are there.

I go outside and begin walking down the street toward town. I see Lisa sitting on a lawn chair in our neighbor’s driveway with the two dogs. As I walk down the street toward Lisa and the dogs, I notice the clouds are dark and low and they are starting to form the shape of a tornado.

I stop. My breath is quiet and shallow. I stand completely still as I see the clouds form a gigantic tornado about thirty feet to my left. The tornado cuts through the houses on the opposite side of the road from me, heading away from town. I hear screaming and crying.

I beg Lisa to go inside. It’s not safe. My mother is in the backyard now, leaning against the fence that separates the neighbor’s driveway and our backyard. I beg them both to go inside.

I see several tornados in the sky. One forms and speeds head-on in my direction. My feet can’t move. “Please go inside!” I yell over the wailing winds of the tornado. Just before it reaches me, the tornado jumps over my head and avoids me completely.

Lisa and my mother won’t go inside. I give up and run in the house. My father is sitting in the living room playing video games. I quickly tell him what’s going on and run down the basement stairs.

The stair’s railing is low. I’m able to lie on the ground and hug it. For some reason, I feel like this will keep me safe. I close my eyes. The house begins to shake and I feel a cool wind whip across my back. I know a tornado just went through my house and holding onto the railing saved me.

Lisa and my mother finally come down into the basement. Everything is quiet for a minute. My grandfather appears and says that everything is alright now. The tornados are gone, he says.

I wake up hugging my pillow the same way I was hugging the railing.

Tornados in New England? Doesn’t happen. But it did in 2008. This short video confirms 9 in NH Towns.

He and Me


“You’re my distance, destination of choice
I’d give anything just to hear your voice
I could’ve passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times I miss the voice
That goes unheard

What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something
Never to be undone”
            -Course of Nature, “Caught In the Sun,” Superkala, 2002

Tony and I have only been together for four months on May 29th. It seems like we’ve known each other forever which is why it seemed only natural for us to move in together after only knowing each other for two months. And that’s why it doesn’t feel weird that tomorrow we will be getting a family-share cell phone plan together.

He makes me happier than any guy I’ve ever dated. He is sweet, but not always. He is supportive, fun, and gets my lame sense humor even if he doesn’t find it funny. He’s dorky, adorable and incredibly sexy. We are good for each other, and we connect mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually.

There are a lot of weird things that tell me Tony and I should be together—other than my psychic, Shirley Janney, saying we are soul mates and were together in a past life.

  • I am from Rochester, New Hampshire and Tony is from Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It is a short 30 minute drive from my house to his. Tony was actually born in Rochester.
  • One of Tony’s elementary school best friends was Gary. I dated Gary as a freshman in college for about a month. Gary and I decided that we were better off as friends and grew to be best friends for several years.
  • Tony went to high school with the only guy I was ever in a serious, long-term relationship with. Tony’s father knows my ex-boyfriend’s family. Both families are from Portsmouth.
  • Tony and I both moved to Savannah because we love this town and hate the cold, snowy, New England winters.

Before, I would say that all of these strange occurrences are just a coincidence. But as my dear friend Murray Silver would say, “Nothing is coincidence.” Everything happens for a reason. With all of the common people we both know, we could have met in New Hampshire. But we didn’t. It took us both moving 1,100 miles away from home to find each other. And that’s how spirit works.

In the past four months, Tony and I have only spent a handful of nights apart. He’s leaving on Thursday morning to go back to Portsmouth for five days. It makes me sick thinking about being away from him, and it makes me sicker thinking about how pathetic I am.

I can’t help but think . . .


. . . That’s how spirit works every time I find myself in a bad situation and the outcome is in my favor.

Last night, Tony and I went to the Relay for Life at Atlantic Armstrong State University. The company I’m interning at, Georgia Heritage Federal Credit Union, participates in several charity events, and our team is in 3rd for money raised with this year’s Relay for Life.

We left around midnight. As I was driving North on Abercorn Street at 50 mph, I began to notice a figure of a person in the middle of the street. I started slowing down as I thought he was just crossing the road.

No. The man stopped in my lane while I was still going about 37 mph, looking straight at me and pointing at me to get into the lane to my left.

I freaked out. I slammed on my breaks and swerved to my left to avoid hitting this deranged man wearing pants and a hospital gown. Then I freaked out even more as I realized I didn’t look to see if there was even another car to my left before I switched lanes.

I pulled over and had Tony drive us the rest of the way home.

I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t kill this man who looked as if he just escaped from the mental ward. I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t crash into a car while trying to avoid hitting the man. I thought, that’s how spirit works. Then I thought about how I’m a horrible person for not calling 911.

I didn’t kill this man, but I also didn’t do anything to help him. Spirit saved us all last night. Now I’m waiting to see what karma will do to me for not helping.

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