January 12, 2008…………………..Time for Florida
I was supposed to fly out on Monday the 14th. The forecast showed a snowstorm, possibly a blizzard coming in on Monday. So I decided to call on Saturday and see if I could book a flight for Sunday. I didn’t want to be canceled due to weather and delay leaving. It would not only inconvenience me but my ride to the airport would have to be on standby, again.
I had no problem changing my flight for a $100 fee. I tried to reason with them and explain there was a snowstorm coming in. I was doing them a favor by trying to reschedule ahead of time. No, they were sorry, but they had to charge me. Well, it hadn’t hurt to try and save some money. Red always laughed and accused me of being Jewish by injection. I think it was just the Scottish in me. Please, if anyone reading this has Jewish or Scottish ancestry, my statements are not meant to be offensive. There is nothing wrong with being frugal.
Sunday morning I did yoga with my niece. She was so cute, “Hey, Aunt DD. How about you show me a yoga pose and then I will show you a gymnastic pose?” I loved the idea. We were as quiet as possible because her mommy and daddy had gotten in late last night after the Patriots game and were sleeping in. Standing outside for four hours to watch a football game when it was seven degrees was not my idea of fun but I’d had a great time babysitting.
After yoga and breakfast with my niece, my ride arrived. I hugged everybody again, tried not to cry and jumped in the car. It was nice to have someone else drive for a change.
The flight was on time and the snow was just starting. I sat next to a young man on the plane who began to tell me his life story. Sometimes I wonder if it is written across my forehead, “I am a good listener.”
Somehow he got on the subject of paying off his credit cards. He said he was able to negotiate with each company. “Started at fifty cents on the dollar and worked from there,” he seemed to know what he was talking about and I was obviously supposed to hear this. I would be paying off tens of thousands of dollars of credit card debt once the life insurance paid. Oh, that sounded good, much better than ‘if’ the life insurance paid. I needed to start thinking of how it was going to be paid, and soon, in record time. Then the bills would be paid, maybe I would sell the house in Georgia and get on with my new life, without my fiddle player.
January 14th, Wednesday
I’d like to say it felt good to be home but I couldn’t go home just yet but it felt really good to be back in Florida. My house was rented for the month of January and I was so glad to have the income. I would be staying at Dr. Susan’s house for the next two weeks. It was probably better to be around her and her mother than it would be to be alone, especially after being with so many people over the past few weeks. Yes, Universe. It was good this way and I was glad to be back where it was warm.
One of the greatest things about helping Dr. Susan build her business was my free acupuncture treatments and I was going to have my first one since Red passed today.
I went into the office and while I waited for my turn on the table I got online to update the www.Reddisetgo.org site. I wanted to put the Georgia house in a few newspapers and direct them to the web site for pictures. As I sat and waited for the computer to do its thing, I reflected on all the things Dr. Susan had done for me and felt so very thankful to have her in my life.
She’d helped me when I was bent over with back pain last summer. She’d had to help me onto the table for that treatment. After one treatment I could stand up straight again. She’d been there for my quad-patient when he was so very sick a couple of years ago. We’d almost lost him and she made a house call and brought his fever down in a few minutes with a needle treatment.
She was there on a moments notice when Red died. I don’t know what I would have done without her. Then she took off time to go with me to the Keys. She drove, she gave her support and seeing her laughing and relaxed made me feel good in amongst all the sadness. Now she was going to help me heal my heart. It had gone through a traumatic shock and she had the herbs and the know how to help it heal more completely and quickly.
She explained this wasn’t going to happen in one treatment but over time I would be okay. Actually, I would probably be better than ever. What is the saying? That which doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger. Don’t know how much stronger I want to be, Universe, but I was glad to be alive. And I was sorry Red wasn’t. Like everyone else keeps saying, “He was too young.”
My treatment was a mild one today. Dr. Susan knows me well enough to know I can’t handle many needles when I am upset. I am very sensitive. Also, she didn’t want to move too much of my energy around as I didn’t have much too move. She started me on something to rebuild the strength of my pericardium, or something. I was too build up to nine pills a day, but I knew they were all natural herbs so I didn’t ask the questions I would have asked if they had been prescription pharmaceuticals. I trusted she knew what she was doing.
After my treatment I went back to her house to spend time with her mother. We had dinner and I went to bed early. I lied there thinking about how Red was part of The Universe and tried to imagine him as a blanket of energy over me protecting me. I hoped I would dream of my sweetheart. I had dreamt of him only once, a few days after he passed, and it wasn’t particularly pleasant. I was sitting on his chest in the bathtub and he was underwater and I got up and left him there. I think he will always be part of my soul and I really wanted to dream about him in a nicer way tonight.
I am not sure how long I had been asleep but I had a very, very strange dream;
I was standing in the kitchen when Joshua walked in and smiled at me and said, “Our golf game was awesome.” Then under his breath he said, “He doesn’t know he is dead.”
Red walked in behind Joshua, his face was red and swollen. I didn’t know what to do so I talked to him for awhile about nothing. I walked down to the truck to drive to the hardware store and he followed me and got in. Without driving anywhere, we were there. It was a two story hardware store in the town I lived in live with my first husband some 20 years ago. Red’s portrait and memorial photo were on the wall. Hey, I couldn’t control what I was dreaming about, I was just glad to be dreaming about him.
I stood talking to a couple of his long time friends and fans at the strange-café on the roof top of the hardware store. I warned them that Red was here just as he walked up. They talked with him for awhile and then walked away in disbelief.
Red sat close to where his picture was on the wall and the waiter took one look at the picture and one look at him and said, “Man, that sure looks like…” I shushed him before he could finish and said, “It
is.”
The waiter put the coffee down and took off, quickly.
Red grabbed his coffee cup and started down the hall. He was angry because there were so many
people around. He said to me, “All I want is to be alone with you.”
He’d said that often when he was alive.
When I woke from this dream I realized I had made my conscious or subconscious mind do exactly what I asked it to do. I wanted to dream of Red and I did. I figured the next time I wanted to dream of Red I would ask it to be more pleasant wondering if that would be too demanding.
I also thought about how The Masters teach us when we have a problem we should meditate on it before falling asleep to receive messages from Spirit World. I may have to give that a try tonight. All I have to figure out is exactly what my problem is besides money because I know Spirit World doesn’t consider that a problem. Have faith, it will be provided.
January 25th, Friday
The month of January seemed to be dragging. I was still glad my home was rented but I wanted to be there and into town every day from Dr. Susan’s house was costing me a fortune in gas. I wondered how much gas would cost this summer and then I didn’t dare think about it.
I decided to go to the county seat and apply for a Homestead Exemption. I knew it would save me money on my taxes but wasn’t sure how to go about doing it or where to start.
I pulled up at the Dixie County Courthouse and walked in the front door. I had Red’s death certificate in hand in case I needed it for anything and went in to the tax collector’s office. Not only did they help me with filing my Homestead Exemption but they applied for a Widow’s Exemption for me too. I love living in a small town where people have the time to spend helping the tax payers.
After leaving the Courthouse I drove out to Rte 19 and looked towards the funeral home where we’d had Red’s service a couple of months ago. I pushed the memories of that day out of my mind and thought about the woman behind the desk. I wondered how she was doing without her soul mate. She had cried on my shoulder the last time I’d visited and thanked me from the bottom of her heart for stopping to see her. I decided to take the time to stop and see her again.
Her face lit up when I walked through the door and she jumped up to give me a hug. You can never get too many hugs!
“I’m so glad to see you,” she said. I told her I had a few minutes before I had to get to work at The Center and wanted to check in on her.
She asked me if I believed in life after death. I smiled and said, “Absolutely, positively. Why?”
She began, slowly, so as not to miss any details, “Well, back in October just before my fiancé passed
away I was watching the shopping network one Saturday afternoon. I never buy anything for myself but there was this one necklace with a heart in the center and angels all around it. I fell in love with it and pointed it out to my sweetheart. He said he wanted to get it for me so he did. When it came in the mail I wanted to wear it right away but he said I couldn’t have it until January 9th, our wedding day. When I asked him why I had to wait he told me ‘cause that was the day he was giving his heart to an angel.’”
She paused from her story to get up and grab the box of tissues she kept on the file cabinet. We were both a little teary so she offered the box to me and continued, “I never thought about that necklace again. I put it away and within a month he was dead. I buried him and have been trying to put my life back together since then, it hasn‘t been easy.”
I told her I understood how difficult life is after losing your partner in life. I was married to Red so for me it had been a little easier. I didn’t have to fight with family about what was rightfully mine.
She blew her nose and I encouraged her to take a deep breath. She did and went on, “On Wednesday, a couple of weeks ago, we had a funeral at work and I had to dress for it and help usher people in. I got up and put on my best dress, my pearls and rushed out the door to head to work. I was getting into my car when something made me stop. I wondered why I was feeling uncomfortable with my pearls on. I never really care how I look but ‘something’ made me go back in to the house and open my jewelry box. There was the necklace my fiancé had given me and I decided it was time for me to wear it. I took off my pearls, put on my beautiful angel-heart necklace and drove to work to help others grieve their loss. I was still questioning myself as to why, all of a sudden, I had to go back for the necklace.”
“Later, that afternoon, after the mourners had left, the phone rang. It was my fiancé’s sister and she was crying when she said, ‘Hi, sweetie. I’m so sorry.’ When I asked her why she was crying she answered, ‘Cause today was the day you were supposed to marry my little brother.’”
I looked at her and my mouth fell open. She put her fingers around the angel-heart necklace she wore and said, “Diane, I looked at the calendar and it was January 9th. I was supposed to get the necklace on that very day from my dear departed sweetheart. Do you believe he made me go back into the house for my necklace?”
I told her, “I don’t believe there is life after death. I know there is life after death. I think its stories like yours that prove it. There is no doubt in my mind your fiancé wanted to give you your necklace on the day he had promised it to you. He made you stop and go back for it. Isn’t that what you think happened?”
“Yes, I think he made me go back into the house,” was all she could say. We sat in silence for a few seconds and I said a prayer aloud, thanking God for his presence in our lives and for the love we had experienced with the men we had lost. Some people never get to feel such a deep connection to another human being. Even though our hearts were broken they would mend. We had both been blessed with knowing the feeling of being in love and finding your soul mate.
As I drove away I thanked The Universe for making me take the time to visit with her. I wondered what wonderful thing would happen next and then my phone rang. It was the bank that held the mutual fund account explaining to me they had frozen the assets in the account with both of our names on it until they received the paperwork they were sending out to open an account in my name only.
I thought for a moment about how they had never said they were going to freeze the old account when I expressed the desire to open the new one with them. I told them I didn’t want an account with them. They should simply close out the old account and send me the $200 they were freezing when it thawed. I was so glad I had moved almost everything so I could use it to pay bills. Instead of being angry with them I was thankful I had listened to everyone’s advice.
January 26th, Saturday
I allowed myself to stay in bed at Dr. Susan’s house this morning and finished reading “Many Lives, Many Masters,” a book by Dr. Brian Weiss lent to me by a yoga student of mine. It helped me understand the feelings I had been having were very, very real. His book proves to me without a doubt, along with the miracles I had been experiencing, there is life after death. I was so thankful to have it come into my life right now, especially amongst all the signs from the Other Dimension.
There really are no mistakes.
I had picked up a Natural Awakenings magazine at The Center and was thumbing through it yesterday while working the front desk. I’d come across an advertisement for a man who was giving free psychic readings in Alachua. I wondered if I was supposed to meet with him and decided after a few household chores on Saturday morning I would head in that direction and give him a call. He’d said in his ad that appointments were not necessary.
I called Stephen Hermann, the world renowned psychic in the ad, on my way to Alachua. He said he could not meet with me as he had his children for the day. I gave him my email address and wished him a good day. He thanked me for calling and told me it was nice talking to me and that he was looking forward to meeting me in the physical form someday.
I suppressed my disappointment telling myself I was supposed to go to High Springs instead as it was on the way. I smiled and thought, ok, it’s High Springs with high hopes for some peace of mind and something to get me out of this rut of feeling sorry for myself.
There still had been no word from the insurance company and I guess I just wanted to hear a psychic say they could see money in my future. I was going to be okay for a little while, thanks to all my friends advising me to “MOVE YOUR MONEY INTO AN ACCOUNT WITH JUST YOUR NAME ON IT, NOW!” However, I needed to make some decisions as to what to do with the house in Georgia.
If I couldn’t afford the thousands of dollars an attorney was going to cost me to get the house put into my name I might just let it go back to the bank. I drove along asking Red if he understood NOW how things don’t just go to the wife. There would have to be an attorney to draw the will up, to notify the courthouse, for some reason they won’t work with individuals, just attorneys, to write out the new deeds, and if I did sell it, the state would get 5% of the sale in taxes.
I’d learned a lot about all the things we should have done before he died after the fact. Rather like closing the barn door after the horse has escaped I guessed. Only this was a lot worse, I was caught in a stampede. I’d always told him I didn’t like horses. I laughed at myself. At least I still had my sense of humor, as warped as it was.
I stopped in to the Crystal/Bead/Book shop and bought their last copy of “Many Lives, Many Masters.” I wanted a copy I could share with others who were looking for answers or proof there was something after death. I was glad I stopped in there because we talked about the possibility of doing a series of yoga classes sometime in the future. I was feeling a little better.
I stopped into the music store and spoke for a short while with the owners. They gave me some good advice as to how to sell the arsenal of instruments I had in my closet. They were quite sympathetic and offered to help me if I needed any help at all.
I looked at the photo on the wall and mentioned the guitar player looked familiar and asked who it was.
“He plays at Trombone Charlie’s around the corner from here on Saturday afternoons. He also has a brother in Key West,” they explained.
I checked the clock on the wall and saw it tick to 3pm, “Maybe I’ll see if I can catch him there. He looks very familiar.” I thanked them for their help and headed down the street.
I walked into the restaurant and the place was empty except for a server sitting at a table talking to a gentleman eating a bowl of chili. I asked them how late the music went and the man looked up from his bowl of chili and said, “I just finished.”
“Oh, I am sorry. The people who own the music store said there was a duo playing here and one of them spent time in Key West,” I said as I looked at him thinking, no, this isn’t the man I saw in the picture.
“That would be my partner, he’s in Key West this weekend,” he continued and took another bite of chili.
“My husband was a fiddle player at the Hogs Breath in Key West. He died of a heart attack a few months ago so I guess he’s playing in heaven now,” I shared with him as there was a fiddle on stage.
“I’m so sorry,” said the man as he took his last bite. “Can I sing you a few songs?” he smiled as he looked up at me.
“No, thank you. I’ll just have some lunch.”
I sat down and ordered my food and a few moments later the chili-eater-fiddle-player got his guitar and sat at my table.
“I’m gonna make you cry,” he said as he started to play some of his original music. He explained each song before he started to sing them. He’d written them for his wife. He was right. He made me cry with his beautiful love songs. They reminded me of the music Red had written for me.
He laughed and asked if I was crying because the music was beautiful and moving me to tears or was he just playing his guitar horribly it was hurting my ears.
“Oh, no, you play beautifully and your lyrics are divine. Thank you for playing them for me,” I told him as I blew my nose.
“Yes, they were definitely inspired by a force greater than I. My wife is a saint to put up with me,” he laughed.
“I think appointment to sainthood is part of being a musician’s wife,” I told him thinking of the roller coaster ride I had just gotten off.
“There’s no doubt about that,” he smiled in agreement.
We talked about life in general while I finished my delicious lunch.
He asked what I did for a living. I told him I was a yoga teacher and I hoped to promote my deceased husband’s music and possibly write a book while I was helping to heal the earth.
“Yoga! I do yoga every morning. It’s the only thing that keeps me functioning. My wife would leave me if I didn’t have yoga to keep me calm and off the booze. I do my own kind of yoga,” he said with a smile.
I congratulated him on his accomplishments and told him to keep up the good work. I also shared my list of things he should do before he died in case he wanted to make things easier for her; the will with two notarized signatures, the house and vehicles and bank accounts, all in both names. I was beginning to sound like a broken record.
He thanked me and hugged me as I got up to leave. I thanked him and hugged him. I had to get out the door before I started to sob. I didn’t mind sobbing outside but the past few minutes had been pretty difficult. It was the first time I’d sat and listened to a solo artist play guitar for me.
This was also the first time I had been back to High Springs since I was here with Red the week before he died. I drove past the little shop we had gone into and continued out of town back to Dr. Susan’s house.
I went to bed early and tossed and turned for several hours. When I finally slept I dreamed of Red again.
This third dream about Red took place in the Florida Keys. At the beginning of the dream we were sitting and talking about going fishing. We talked about where we would fish and what we would take to eat and drink. I packed one cooler with two beers and two sandwiches and when it was time to head out, he grabbed a beer and a sandwich and we went to separate places.
It was strange. We didn’t talk about going to different places. We just went our separate ways and agreed to meet up later. Rather like the agreement we had in this life. We promised to meet in the afterlife.
Well, in this dream we met at a restaurant and had to sit at a table as there were no booths available. He was always more comfortable in a booth. Had he lived I was going to surprise him and build a booth in our dining room at our lake house for him drink his morning coffee at and read his morning paper. I’d already drawn up the plans.
I told him I’d spent the afternoon in a dark and dreary canal and hadn’t enjoyed myself at all without him.
He looked happy and quite healthy in this dream. He was also relatively calm in the midst of all the bustling people. He wasn’t particularly fond of crowds and I was glad he was handling it well.
A friend of ours walked up to the table. I looked closely at him to try to figure out who he was. I recognized him as a combination of two musician-friends of ours rolled into one. Wayne Hammond was one of them. He was part of a show at Sloppy Joe’s and would race down to the Hogs Breath during his breaks so he could sing Man of Constant Sorrow with Bruce and Red on stage while they were performing at The Hog. I have so many pictures of them with their ball caps on backwards on the Hogs Breath Stage just a-wailing! They loved singing and playing together and the harmonies were sweet. After they did Man of Constant Sorrow, if there was time, they would sing “Jesus on that Main Line, Tell Him What You Want.” It always brought the crowd to their feet. I’d always laugh to myself because there’s just something funny about three Jewish men telling Jesus what they wanted. They played as a trio for a little while around town calling themselves “Three Live Jews,” sounds like Two Live Crew, but the bar owners wouldn’t bill them that way. It wasn’t politically-religiously correct. I guess if they had to change the name of Jewfish Creek Bridge to Goliath Fish Bridge calling them selves Three Live Jews boys wouldn’t go over very well. I will never understand why people take offense to being recognized, besides, didn’t Goliath kill all the Jews? If someone wants to name a bridge after me, I promise to consider it a compliment.
The other person rolled into this dream-being was Big G, the conga player who died shortly after Red did. I remembered seeing him at Red’s wake in Key West when he expressed his surprise at outliving
him.
This G-Wayne being asked Red how his day at fishing had gone. Red hadn’t had time to tell me as the crowd was noisy and many of his fans had come over to say hello.
Red answered, “All I caught was a buzz.” He was always quick with his one liners. The world was his stage and he played his part well.
“How’d you catch a buzz with only one beer?” I asked him.
“When the fish weren’t biting I heard the bar calling my name,” he explained. I wasn’t surprised.
I sat and watched him talk to G-Wayne and others as they walked up. I was accustomed to being seen and not heard; the place of a musician’s wife. I recalled a time when introductions were made and Bruce and Red skipped over me as though I was not there. A relatively famous musician leaned over and asked me if I had worn my invisibility-cloak that evening. “Oh, yes,” I told him, “I don’t leave home without it.” We laughed and he made an unsuccessful effort to introduce me and I gently told him it didn’t matter. I knew who I was. I would speak when I was spoken to and sit and smile and watch the movie in which I had been graciously given a bit part.
As I watched him in my dream, I hoped the nightmare I had been living was over and I would wake up and he would be alive. Of course, when I awoke he was still dead and all I could do was thank God for the entertaining and somewhat confusing dream. I also thanked Red for the brief nine years we had together. I loved playing the part of the musician’s wife.
January 28th, Monday
As I write this journal entry I am in a complete state of shock, but a much better state of shock than I was only 8 short weeks ago.
The day started with me sending an email offering to help my friend, Stacey, move her office equipment. I remembered she had said she might need help today. She received my email and called me immediately and told me God must have sent me because she was in a fitful state of “How am I going to do this, alone.”
I drove into Chiefland and helped her move her office equipment out of the studio where she had been paying rent and into her home office she had been in when I first met her. When we were finished we got online and ordered the materials we needed to begin printing the first batch of Bruce and Red DVDs. It all worked out perfectly.
Then I headed to teach a yoga lesson at a student’s house. I was beginning to find it more fun and more personal if I encouraged people to have Yoga Parties at their home. As long as they didn’t live too far away I could give them a more tailored lesson and help them with their poses more easily in a smaller group.
One of the members of the yoga class was a financial consultant who encouraged people to pay off their mortgages. I was glad I spoke with him because the accountants I had talked to about paying off the mortgage on the house all recommended I did not pay it off. They suggested I take the money and invest it, make my money work for me. I figured, once I got the check I would have to make a decision. That sounded so good. Once I got the check. I wondered how many months it would be.
My cell phone rang and I stepped outside to take the call. I didn’t have my glasses on so I couldn’t see who was calling but I was due for some news from the insurance company and I hoped it was them. Just some news would be good.
“Hello,” I said to the person on the phone.
“Hi, Diane. This is your insurance agent. I can’t believe how quickly this came through. I have a check here with your name on it. I want to send it to you overnight. What address should I send it to?”
I gave him the address at The Center and hung up the phone and sat down before I fell down. Everyone was busy fixing lunch and someone invited me to join them. I accepted and went inside to eat. I tried to maintain my composure but it was impossible. I cried tears of relief and told them I had just gotten word from my insurance agent the check was being sent overnight to me.
They congratulated me and we dined on the most delicious meal I had ever eaten in my life. I don’t
think I tasted a thing but it just didn’t matter. I had lost my husband but I was going to have a place to live, I was going to be able to pay my bills and I would be ok.
Needless to say, I was more thankful than words could ever describe. I’ll take this kind of state of shock any day.
Sunday, 9 weeks and counting
The people had checked out of my rental house yesterday and I had moved back home last night. When I woke in my own bed this morning and realized it was Friday I was pleasantly surprised when I didn’t start sobbing. Today I only shed a few tears thinking about the events of the daytime of a Friday only 3 months ago.
This was the first Friday since Red started his life in eternity I didn’t relive the death scene. Nine weeks had gone by and time was making it easier to wipe the images of his dead body out of my mind. I wiped the tears away knowing they would continue to come for a long time, and they would be heavy at times, but for now I was in my home and life was good.
This was the morning I realized it was going to be similar to when I had children. Any new mother can tell you exactly how many days old their newborn is. As time moves on it changed to how many weeks old they were, then months and then years. Apparently, the conscious mind allows the pain of child birth to drift away… just like the pain, shock and grief of the death of one’s soul mate.
Maybe I felt so good because the dream I’d had last night was so vivid it seemed real. It started in a frightening way, someone was trying to steal something from the house and my cell phone was not working. I couldn’t get through to 911. Red appeared and told me it was ok and climbed into bed beside me. I grabbed his hand to squeeze his finger to see if he was there fully expecting nothing in my grip. Much to my surprise I remembered how I felt his hand between my fingers. I wanted to put my arm around him and lay with my head on his shoulder but was afraid I would lose the feeling of his hand in mine so I slept contentedly feeling his hand between my fingers. He was with me.
As I got out of bed to do my Qi gong and make my tea, I thought of the medical examiner’s report I had received yesterday. It was entitled “The Body of Lawrence Seidman,” and went on to give the weight of his brain, all his vital organs and other clinical information. I was very upset as I read it but have filed it away with Red’s other death stuff and hope I never have to refer to it again. They should have called it “The Body that WAS Lawrence Seidman.”
I thought of the week ahead and the calls I would be making to pay off my mortgage at the Suwannee house, to negotiate with all the credit card companies to satisfy the debts and hopefully have enough left over to buy a few CDs, and not the music-kind I will be producing. These CDs will be Certificates of Deposit and will be SAFE investments. I was directed to stagger them to come due at different times making them ladder CDs. As I needed them to pay for things they would be available.
What a change this was in my life. I always took care of the bills and instead of researching how to shuffle debts to have enough money to get through the month I would be researching where to put my money. Thank you, Red. I just wish you were here to feel this sense of peace with me. Of course, if you were here, there would be no money in the bank account from your life insurance.
After reading a few books about souls and the interconnectedness of our lives, I considered the idea my soul mate may have died so I could live. I knew I was under less stress not having to shuffle credit card debts around. We’d lived a life robbing Peter to pay Paul, and we never paid Paul and didn’t know how we would never pay Peter either. Regardless, I am still so glad I never said, “No” to anything he wanted. I have great memories and no guilt thinking I’d kept him from having the things he wanted to have or do the things he really wanted to do.
Since he didn’t need me to travel on the road in the Other Dimension with him I could now concentrate on my writing, my studying and my teaching. Healin’ the earth is a lot of work, but I think it’s worth it. Teaching people one person at a time so they can teach people and the wave of healing happens exponentially.
NEXT CHAPTER