HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ALL I got this subliminal message someone wanted to see me !!!
I moved to a different state and finally got back on-line.
Had to wait a 1-1/2 weeks just to get an appointment with the cable guy. With all the flurry of moving and getting a bartending job my second day here...MAJOR SLEEP DEP. today only 6 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours
I just closed the bar and raced home to install the software for the modem...and couldn't resist a quick post to my beloved and much missed friends at CE
Here's some more from L.G. on calling cards while we're at it. Well, okay, business cards. But people do frequently use business cards as calling cards these days. Do they not? Well anyways I've slipped many a business card with a note quickly scribbled on the back under several Pisces friends' doors trying to fiqure out which way they darted into the algae
FROM STAR SIGNS:
But I had heard no sound of the door opening or closing. Shivering, I took the
blue-flowered comforter folded across the bottom of the bed, sank down into the plump sofa chair by the window that looked out on the small white cross, planted on the far hill behind Graumann's Chinese Theatre across Hollywood Boulevard . . . tucked my feet under, and wrapped the comforter around me.
It was a disturbing experience, but as I sat in the chair, snugly enfolded in the soft clouds of the comforter, an errant thought swam through the floods of my fear, from childhood's vast ocean of memories . . . my Baptist Sunday School teacher mother's voice, quoting from the New Testament . . . "Be not afraid, for thy Comforter shall come." I smiled, then, to myself, at the in congruity of the play on words. Cosmic acuity aside, I was on the verge of believing it had all been a dream from the beginning. But there was the tape. And then I noticed, on the glass-topped table beside the chair, the small white card the stranger had handed me only seconds after I'd invited him to come into the room. I hadn't really looked at it before, assuming it was a business card. Now I saw that it was blank, except that printed in the center in small
violet letters were the words:
EXPECT A MIRACLE.There was something else on the table beside the small white card I'd been given. An unopened box of Goober's peanuts, the kind sold in the lobby of every film theatre in America. This, the stranger had definitely not given me, and I knew I had not placed the box of chocolate-covered peanuts there myself. Where could they have come from, I wondered, unless the turbaned one had left them there when I wasn't looking ? That must have been what happened, I told myself. There was no other explanation. But . . . why would he have done so ?
The Goober's peanuts troubled me more than a little, because they were, in a complex way, associated with a traumatic relationship in my past. Back then, I had studied only the rudiments of basic numerology (I was later to be initiated into this art and science in more depth, during my predicted retreat in the mountains) . . . so I quickly scribbled down the numerical value of the letters in "Goober," and realized that the singular of the word must be spelled with three o's-as Gooober. The plural had to spelled with only two o's and a "z" instead of an "s"- as in Gooberz. The proper numerological vibrations of words make worlds of difference. Again, I reminded myself of my promise to the me-of-me, that I would learn more, when I had time, about this deeply mystical and powerful code of the Universe, taken from the Hebrew Kabala, and steeped in the traditional wisdom of the ancient Chaldeans.
For a long time I sat in the chair by the window, trying to memorize everything that had occurred during the stranger's visit, so I wouldn't later forget anything important, even the slightest nuance of his words. Some where in my metaphysical studies in the past I had heard of or read about those Rosicrucian Adepti (called by many other names as well) who were able to disappear then reappear before one's physical vision by changing their vibratory frequency of angstrom units per second . . . speeding up the rate to become invisible to the naked eye, and slowing down the rate to become physically visible.
I had heard-and read-of such magic, but that never prepares one for the actual witnessing of it. I had not hallucinated. There was, you see, the box of Goober's peanuts-and the small white card.
If the stranger had not been real, but merely an etheral vision I had in voked, then they could have appeared on the table only through what is called "telaportation," and it was easier to accept that I had met an Adept-after all, they most assuredly do exist-than to believe that I had "apported" the chocolate-covered peanuts and the card.
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Now it's my much needed turn to go curl up in
my blue-flowered comforter. And thank the Lord I have the day off tommorrow...wait that's wrong. Not the thanking the Lord part, but the other part about having the day off. Technically I have to work tommorrow and have today off...coz I went to work yesterday, but got off from work today.
Peace, Love & Bobby Sherman
Much Love & Light,
Stephanie
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