Beam me down Scotty!


 This a.m. I was somehow drawn to a short story by O.Henry. I had never read his work before. It was very    different style of writing. Then I felt a “inspired” energy  flow over me and this entry is what came out. I believe  that my spirit teachers have told me how  REINCARNATION happens…


The arrival of this woman into this strange land was not noticed by the other participants in this new world. She was effortlessly dropped down into the center of this city without a sound. She is not scared to find herself here, she was accustomed to this treatment, and she had become strangely comforted by these adventures. Even though at first they jolt her and she gasps in her breath and holds it until she can hold it no more. Then she releases’s it and with that, she seems to feel grounded once more. With this action she then is squarely in this new world and the excitement of adventure starts to build once again.

What strange and wonderful things will be laying in wait for her? Will this new world offer her fun and adventure, or pain and dankness. She has found herself in both kinds of worlds before; she has learned that those kinds of worlds all hold innumerable lessons that needed to be experienced. A long time ago, she has learned not to judge them, all have been a great value to her and her experience. Even with that knowing, each time she finds herself in a new world her mind races to see which one will it be?

It is like a time warp had happened, all the people and activities seem to go into slow motion and at a precise moment she is added to the action, she is inserted at just the right millisecond and then the action starts to race back to it’s regular pace and she is absorbed in- without a blirp! She finds this to be a miracle that she is honored to be a part of.

She looks around this new world and she gulps once more with the first step she takes in this new worlds energy and soon she is picked up in the flow and her memory of how she entered it soon dissipates with the movement around her.

But she still has awareness of this new trip and she is in awe as people and events are pulled to her like she is a magnet. The perfect experiences wrapped up in in-perfect wrapping. Her quest is to find the string that will un-wrap these gifts and find its perfection inside. She relish’s this quest, it’s the purpose of these little excursions, the purpose of her life.

She embraces it at least for a time until she falls into forgetfulness, forgetfulness of the mission of her quest. But she is all to aware that that too is part of this journey, the forgetfulness is the only way she can fully merge with this new world, to really experience it in all it’s glory – the forgetfulness is the only way it can happen. She doesn’t worry about that part anymore, in the past the part of forgetfulness was the part she liked the least, but she has learned to embrace it – it’s the Only Way. She resists no more….she lets the forgetfulness to elope her, to cress her and lull her into it’s self – she floats and allows it to work its magic upon her.

Now let the action begin – I’m all in.     (the END)

4th of July Madness..

The 4th of July brings my focus to NOISE POLLUTION.  It is an issue that can get me fired up in no time.  I have been a country girl for 16 years when I lived out in Medina on 4 acres.  I liked it, no – I LOVED it!  You can appreciate your thoughts in a quite place.

However, things and locations change and I find myself in an apartment building in Lakewood Ohio.  Lakewood’s not such a bad place, lived here many years ago – they are a pain with the cops and drinking and driving, but I don’t partake in that kind of behavior anymore, so the transition was easy.

I chose an old apartment building that is at the end of Lake Road.  I love Lake Road for its beautiful large old homes and the quaint feeling it exudes.   Have driven this road for many years going out to my sisters and mom’s house in Avon Lake, this road and I share  memories…. Therefore, when I was told in a vision from my guides that I would move here- I was stunned (never wanted to live in an apartment) and was not sure I could even afford the rents that this area would require.  However, with anything in my life, I have learned to trust the insight from my guides and said “Ok, if this is what I need to do – then make it happen.”  A few months later, they did just that.

But before I signed a lease, I had some things to work out- one, I need QUITE; I was assured that this building would give me that (by the manger and soon to be previous tenant).  Doing the kind of work that I do (Psychic/Medium) I am very sensitive to noise, I have to be – it is in the tiny little feelings and sounds that I get my information from my guides, and that sensitivity allows me to be the best at what I do. But on the flip of the coin, it makes me more sensitive to all the noise pollution that is around.

I live on the fourth floor.  I hate curtains, and people looking into my space- so this position allows me more freedom on those counts.  And best of all I figured it would be above the noise in the area.

WELL, to my devastation- that is not the case.  My location seems to be sponge for the constant car traffic!  But not only that, but I can hear EVERYTHING.  I tired having a class here with the windows open and it was a battle to be heard over the noise pollution of the area.

It is a quant area, and I love that people walk their dogs and ride their bikes – but my problem is all the excessive noise they make.  Why is it that little girls scream for no reason? And dogs bark – forever, before their owners even think they should go see what the problem is?  That men feel that the bottle rocket between their thighs has to have the loudest sound too!

I have lived here for a few months and no one told me that this location is a bevy of “events”. I have had deal with one bike race, one running race and one parade (the 4th). They block off the roads for all these events and I am prevented from leaving out my garage or returning if I was able to get out.

I was un-aware of one of the races and it happened to coincide with a class I was having at my apartment– my students were driving around and around in circle until the roads re-opened. Thanks Lakewood!

For the parade, I have listened all day to people coming and setting up chairs and lemonade stands in front of my apartment and proceeding to listen to  children and dogs fighting and crying.  I even had neighbors in the building next door throw a party with corn whole games, fire pits and smoke bombs that came into my windows even though they were closed!

The road in front of my house was not only having the parade but I live a short distance from Lakewood Park – so the entire day was full of events and then topped off with fireworks. (which I have to admit was STUNNING in my apartment windows!  I had the best view with out all those people! LOVED IT!)… back to my complaining! :0

I wanted to spend the day just writing.  I have lots of work to do and a quite fourth was a treat for me. I have been dealing with six apartments in my building getting a major overhaul of remodeling for the last 3 weeks.  I hear drills, and floor sanders, and hammers and yelling men all day long. And this coming week we are getting a new roof installed. I witnessed the massive trucks delivering all the materials for the roofing job and it will all be happening on my head – since I am the top floor!  I was just hoping that I could have a quite fourth to get my thoughts on paper before the on-slot of noise…But the best laid plans….I never knew that the Lakewood parade would be in my front yard!

Oh, I know what you are all thinking….she is a crabby old woman.  But you might never have lived in an apartment building and had to work in your home too. Please note: I have not told you about the “noise of my apartment – the every morning yelling of the 2 children that live in the apartment across my court yard – the one HATES vegetables and I get to hear it all in echo! – those are REGULAR apartment noises – I understand that!) You just do not get away from all the construction and noise.

This past week – just as I was getting ready for a phone reading with a client, my lovely neighbor decided that he wanted to go through his old record collection and listen to it on HIGH volume. It was 6:30 pm and I had to talk over the very CLEAR sounds of Queen singing “I’m am the Champion!’. It was so loud the client asked if I had a radio in the background!  This walk down memory lane continued until way after midnight.  WHAT WAS HE THINKING?  That he lives on an island in the Pacific? Well, I certainly wish I did!

Cars driving by, dogs barking insistently, car alarms being set or going off, children screaing their lungs out, parents yelling at them at the top of their lungs, motorcycles roaring by, horns being blown, trucks breaking, music blaring, ………..

Don’t people consider other people?  I take into consideration my noise.  I have my car locking beep set to low, I do not play music at high volume and if I want to – I PUT ON HEADPHONES, I keep my TV at a normal volume, and I have parties that end between 10-11pm.  I do not have conversations in my apartment hallway.  When I listen to music in my car with my windows down – I turn down the volume when I sit at a light – so others aren’t getting my music blaring over their own.

I realized I am not the only person in the world.  I am a part of the world.  I try to consider others in my decisions when it comes to noise.  I think if more people did, it would not be such a noisy place to live.


M E M O R I E S…in the corners of my mind…………

This past weekend my friend stayed over at my apartment, she came to participate in my ArmChair Workshop.  Typically, people who stay over usually come on Friday and leave out on Sunday a.m., but this time my friend was staying over until Monday afternoon.

It was a bright early Monday morning and I was stirred from my drugged state of physical exhaustion caused by my busy weekend.  All I could think of was coffee, and lots of it.  I got out of bed with that one thought.  I hobbled out of my bedroom on feet screaming obscenities at me for walking and standing for hours at the event-, they hated that, and were having their revenge on me in this early hour. I believe when I crawled into bed and I was 51 but with every step I take – I was starting to believe I had to be 80!  With each step it was followed by an “Ouch”, I entered the living room and that is when it hit me – like a bucket full of ice water.

Oh MY GOD! It’s Monday! My hands flew in the air, my hair stood on end and I felt my blood pressure hit into my head.  I went to run to the door then stopped and turned back toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. But I said, NO! And stopped once again and turned back to the door – I was doing a poor imitation of the Curly’s, Three Stooges, trademark circle dance.  I was panicked, I couldn’t think about anything but, “HER CAR WAS ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!

As I was doing my Curly Dance, I kept sayings “WHERE’S HER KEYS???? WHERE IS HER KEYS????? SHOULD I WAKE HER, NO! DON’T WAKE HER, WHERE’S HER KEYS???? I HAVE TO WAKE HER???

I ran to the guest room – threw open the door! And screamed, “CAROLYN, WHERE’S YOUR KEYS??? THEY ARE GOING TO TOW YOUR CAR! WHERE’S YOUR KEYS!!!!  You would have thought she was a cat the way she jumped up to the ceiling! She stumbled around saying “I haven’t seen them since Friday!”

It was like a scene in a Three Stooges movie! She was doing her imitation of Larry – (where was Moe, he usually has a plan!)  I was trying to think, was it 7am or 7:30am? Where are my shoes, do I have time to find my shoes?  I threw open the hall closet door and pulled out the first shoes I found.  They were the electric green clompers my sister Traci swears if she ever sees me in public wearing them- I will be one sister short! I put them on anyway!

By the grace of God, the wayward keys were found in what seemed like slow motion, I grab them from her like it was my favorite toy, I ran to the elevator and started beating the hell out of the old elevator buttons.  Please God, don’t let them tow. Please God don’t let them tow……PLEASE…what the hell is wrong with this elevator!  I heard it coming, why do four floors take so long.  It finally got to my floor, I ripped open the elevator door and got in – and had to wait till the outer door closed….it is the longest process ever, this elevator has a mind of it’s own and will not be rushed .  I watched in agony as the outer door slipped its metal locking system into place and I swore under my breath that I would get back at this elevator if it were the cause of the car being towed!

However, I stopped in mid revenge thought; I remembered that this elevator is much more powerful then me!  This old elaborate elevator has controlled the center of power in this apartment building since the 1920’s.  It has seen people come and go, yet it has endured.  However, it is getting old and crotchety; it has a breakdown at least monthly and some times – weekly!  Since I have lived here, it has broken down five times and it seems to be having an on running dispute with the oldest resident of the building. She is a 79 yr. old woman who lives next door!  In four of the five breakdowns, this fiery old woman has been trapped between floors!  The firefighters have to be called and the process of extracting her begins.  I remember all this while I am in this moving tin can and I pray that it is not having a bad day and traps me in midstream.  So instead of thinking of ways to find revenge on this elevator, I whispering sweet words of encouragement that it will safely take me down the 3 levels….please, please, please.

Again, a miracle has happened and I arrive safely to the first floor lobby. She has allowed me safe passage, but as a little reminder that she certainly does control us- she did not line up with the lobby floor and I am lower then the lobby is – I forget to look and I trip into the lobby.  I catch myself as I race to the front doors hoping that I made it.

I cannot see down the street from the main entrance, I try to run but these frecken plastic shoes make that impossible.  I am feeling in my 80’s as I try to jump the three levels of stairs that I have to maneuver to get to the street…..I race to the white car in front of me.

I almost snap my head off as looked up and down the street to spy the Lakewood cop car and the evil tow truck driver starting to upset the lives of the apartment dwellers- those second-class citizens of Lakewood Ohio. But I don’t see them? Where are they?  Did I get the times wrong?  OH, my GOD, did I get the times wrong?  I run to the driver’s side of the car, I look up to see the sign – it is towing at 7AM – It is 7:07am, what happened?  They are like sharks in the water waiting for the click of the 7am chime, what happened?

I am at the beginning of the row of apartment buildings on this road.  Only the apartments park on the street, the big houses on this street all have their cars parked safely in their big yards- only us lowly renters have to be constantly concerned with TIME – what time is it, and what side of the street can I be on at this hour?  The traffic hour of going into Downtown is the reason for this daily dilemma – this is not a main throughway, we have rights! I have to protest this unfair hardship!

I was then slapped back to reality; my guides yelled, “Get in the car!”  I focused back on my quest and the thought hits me like a brick- “OH SHIT, DOES SHE HAVE AN ALARM? Let’s hope not! I frantically tried three different keys in the door panicking as if a chainsaw yielding masked man was coming for me and finally I got one to work. I threw open the door only to find I had to wedge my girth into the lowest, tiny car seat I have ever been in and with one eye on the look out for the dratted Lakewood police, and one on finding the whole to stick the key, I started her up!

I pulled away from the curb as if it had cooties! Pulled in the a driveway and turned around and pulled into a spot on the “allowed” side of the street just as the police pulled up with is flashing lights (on the other side) right behind where I was parked and the process began..

I put the car in park; my heart racing as if I had had just done a triathlon.  I had to un-wedge myself from the seat (I know what a sardine feels like) and I shut the door and clasped against the car. I felt the roar of triumph slam into my throat. I DID IT! They didn’t get me this time! They got me once before when my friend Helen stayed over. It cost me $150.00 bucks and 3 hours of jumping through hoops to locate the car and get her safely inside it. Nevertheless, they did not get me this time!  I WON!  They got no more money from me!  I won!

I sat there basking in my glory.  I watched as the cop car sat diagonally behind the poor soul that was not in tune enough with his guides to have been warned about his error.  I was feeling AMAZING.

Then I noticed that the cars driving past were not celebrating in my victory – they were looking at me with a quizzical look…Why were they looking at me like that? Usually people are like drones, and they look at the flashing lights of the cop car, but they were not, they were all squarely looking at me! Why? What was so compelling about me that I got their attention?

I looked down and was horrified OH NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!

I was standing on a busy morning commute street with my huge electric green plastic shoes, my navy blue, not flattering shorts with legs that have not seen the light of day in over a century and my favorite teal Trading Spaces shirt. That was bad enough…..but I realized in my haste I must of pulled the one and only working button on my shirt open and my girls were hanging out for the world to see!