Too Straight for my weird friends,

and too weird for my straight friends. I never fit in.

At one time I reluctantly became a chauffeur for a Limousine Company. Turned out, I had a six-figure income so it was not so bad. One day, I was sent to pick up brothers who were very wealthy. They claimed they came to America, broke and became rich by becoming involved with this same operation.

After several trips with the brothers they talked me into going to a meeting with them. Since I had owned a bookstore and was familiar with the ones who started this I did not want anything to do with it. However, I agreed because the brothers were going with me.

We entered the empty meeting room where I was expecting to see a full house, and the brothers left, leaving me alone. The speaker entered, went to the podium and proceeded to give his speal to one person, ME!

At the end, I was told I qualified for a free Clearing Session. Returning a few days later, I was placed in an overstuffed chair and the person instructed me she would be telling me to go back — if I did not see anything, Say, I can’t see anything.

Her first question — When was the last time you felt really sad? I said when my only son was killed in a hit-and-run when he was 11. She said, No, go back further. She continued this until I had gone all the way back to my birth where on the way I witnessed my mother holding my head under the bath water.

The instructor said, don’t think about this, answer what comes into your head first. How old were you? “Three Weeks!”

By the time this was over the front of my shirt was soaked with tears. I asked if this was true? She responded, She did not know this was my story. I never went back, nor have I seen the brothers since. However…

What she confirmed was this: As far back as I could remember I used this process when I wanted to know something. You go quiet, close your eyes and before long a window or a series of windows would open — in vivid color, and it was as if the past was in the Now. Whatever I wanted to know would be answered. Whether it was how to draw a pattern to make a dress, why my grandmother told me I had seizures as an infant when I saw my bath water, where my teenage daughters were, and anything I was questioning. I found my answer by this process. (My daughters grew up saying I had eyes in the back of my head!).

What it did for me was to confirm why I never fit in. Although I did not have words to describe it I still thought this was just something everyone did.

I have since learned this is similar to Out-of-Body or Near-Death-Experience, where people tap into their spirit world (?). The best part, you do not have to nearly die to experience it.

Apogee ~

(I still use it!).