Diane's Detox...Let's Heal

August 12, 2008…………..…..……………Heading North

I was looking forward to seeing my friends and family in Maine and absolutely delighted my class had decided to have a 34^th reunion instead of waiting for the 35^th. I was certain it had happened for me as I was one of very few classmates who were happy they had chosen to share the reunion with the class of 1973. I wanted an excuse to get away and I definitely wanted to be in contact with people I had graduated with, this was going to be fun.

I flew into Rhode Island to save over $400 on the rental car and stayed with my sister the first night. I love being part of her family life whenever I can.

I headed to Maine and spent a night with Jane and Maurice. I have known Jane since we were 13 years old and am probably the only person allowed to call her Janey. We planned on going to the reunion together. Her husband had had a stroke about 20 years ago while they were making love.

Fortunately for them, he had survived.

The three of us headed to the high school reunion and I was very glad we had name tags with our graduation photos on them. I recognized a few people, but for the most part, I had to read their names we had all changed so very much!

I was told I looked the same. I had to laugh each time I heard someone say that, was my hair silver back then? I don’t think so.

I noticed a very well dressed and attractive man walking across the dance floor and felt compelled to head him off. We said hello and introduced ourselves. I remembered him as being a class clown and he remembered me as being studious. We walked a few steps away from each other and then spun around and simultaneously said, “Do you want to dance?”

We danced and chatted a little more and then went our separate ways for the rest of the evening. I had so much fun talking with people I hadn’t seen since the 5^th reunion. I felt good about where I was in life and smiled all evening long.

At the end of the night I sat with Tom Sawyer and his lovely wife Maureen. Everyone else was leaving and I wasn’t done having fun yet and, fortunately, neither were they. As I talked with them I found out they were heading out to another bar in Lewiston with the attractive man I had danced with at the beginning of the night. They invited me to join them and I emphatically accepted. This was going to be fun and I was overdue for some real fun!

As we all laughed and danced into the wee hours of the morning I found they had all been living very spiritual lives including Reiki training and other forms of healing. In addition to that, Maureen had set up several Intentional Living Communities and was interested in helping me with my mountain property. There really are no mistakes.

Talk about coincidences; I found out the attractive man I had danced with in Auburn, Maine lived 90 miles away from my home in northern Florida. He made it clear he was not interested in having a relationship as he was building a bed and breakfast and focusing on his future. He was, however, very interested in the fact I was a contractor and had some free time on my hands. I told him I would check out the area and we would take it from there. I was in no hurry to have a relationship, but I was lonely and missed helping a man in my life, so I was looking forward to visiting him.

I visited Tom and Maureen on the lake one more time while I was in Auburn. It was so nice to be around like minded people and talk about Spirituality, The Universe and Its many wonders. As I was getting ready to leave they asked where I would be going while in the North Country.

“I am going to be Phillips, Maine for a few days, where my cousin and his wife live. After that I will drive back to Bangor, pick up my son at the airport and then drive him to Ithaca. Then down to Long Island to spread the rest of Red’s ashes on Long Island,” I told them.

“Be sure and visit the Wilhelm Reich Museum while you are in Phillips,” they insisted.

“Where is the museum? Who is he?” I asked.

“It is located just outside of Rangeley. I forget the name of his institute but he was one of the first people in the world to work with biomechanical healings. He was thrown in prison when one of his employees transported a machine across state lines. He was able to store human energy in a box and was helping people cure cancer. While in prison he wrote his will. It stated upon his death no one was allowed access to his home or his records for 50 years. He was a genius before his time and realized the people who had incarcerated him were not intelligent enough to use his equipment, they would simply destroy it because they either did not understand it or they did not want cancer to be cured,” they informed me.

“Incredible. I guess he must have died more than 50 years ago if his institute is open now?” I queried amazed at how my trip was shaping up. Even when I didn’t plan a working-healing trip The Universe provided my education.

“Yes, it opened up just last summer. You should be able to Google it and get directions,” they added.

“Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I can’t wait!” I told them as I climbed into my rental car off on the next leg of my journey.

The visit with my cousin and his wife was wonderful and the Wilhelm Reich Museum, also known as the Orgonon Institute was very educational and enlightening. The man not only worked with bio mechanical healing but invented a rain machine. I spent the afternoon reading newspaper articles about how he saved the blueberry crop of Maine in 1950, how he lived his life and how he treated cancer patients with great success. He was eliminating their tumors and “curing” them of an incurable disease. It was simply amazing to be amongst the tools he used, the home he lived in and where he wrote about his pioneer work in quantum energy studies.

I could have spent several days studying Wilhelm’s work but I had to get to Bangor to attend the American Folk Festival, which had conveniently fallen in the middle of my Maine vacation, and then pick up Jason and get him back to Ithaca, NY in time for the beginning of his classes at Cornell University.

The folk festival was incredibly entertaining as it has been every year I have had the good fortune to attend. I laughed on the opening day when I stood thinking about Red and somebody yelled, “Larry.” I turned to look at who was yelling my deceased husband’s given name to see a butterfly fluttering around the recycling can with the name RED’S REDEMPTION on it.

Oh what wonderful memories I had of watching Red when he attended this festival, enjoying the musicians performing on stage. It was such a treat for him to be in the audience applauding instead of onstage causing the applause.

As always, this American Folk Festival was a treat for the ears. I ran into people I hadn’t seen in years. I will always try to be in Maine for this yearly event.

The trip with Jason to Ithaca was fun, with the exception of my first speeding ticket. I knew I was going too fast when I saw the sheriff in the median strip. I had just stepped on my accelerator to get out of a bottleneck of traffic and moments later his blue lights were flashing behind me. I bet Red was laughing a little in the other dimension as I accepted the ticket. Red had gotten more speeding tickets than anyone I had ever met before and I wouldn’t be able to say I had never gotten a ticket anymore. Little did I know it would cost me over 4 hundred dollars. In addition to the words of advice I have given on how to prepare for a loved one’s death I would like to offer this bit of wisdom too. Don’t speed in New York State, they take the offense very seriously.

I left Ithaca a little sooner than I would have liked but I truly wanted to see my dear friend, a world famous fiddle player, Lisa Gutkin, before she left on her European tour. I had a 2 day window of opportunity, for which I was grateful, so I rushed to her place just outside New York City. I so enjoyed teaching her Qi Gong in the Keys and was looking forward to more lessons and more healings for both of us. She had graciously invited me to spend a couple of nights with her in her lovely community on the Hudson River and from there it would be an easy drive to Long Island to the last of Red’s services.

I spent a couple of days with her wandering around the New York forests and doing Qi Gong with her as often as we could. I hope it isn’t too long before our bio rhythms cross again.

I left the quiet of the woods along the Hudson River and started towards Long Island where I would spend the night with Red’s family. Tomorrow we would head to the Jewish Cemetery and say our goodbyes to my late husband, once again.

September 7^th, Sunday

The morning of this service for Red was hectic. The alarm system was not operating properly at Red’s sister’s house and went off unexpectedly. Loud noises were followed by a visit from the local fire and police department. I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if Red had been at the bottom of the commotion. He was a bit of a trickster when he was a young boy and his brother and sister were always sharing the stories.

I found out a lot of other things about his childhood throughout the morning. I met his best friend who told me the story of how he and Larry would stand in front of the mirror for hours playing Beatles tunes and acting like stars.

I also met an old girl friend of his from his high school and college days. Red had introduced me to her online knowing we would be good friends. He had helped her with a health food restaurant back in the 70s, before health food became a fashion. She and I have remained good friends, learning healing practices from each other.

I left the reception they had at the house after the memorial a little early as I had an eight hour drive ahead of me to get to Massachusetts. I would end my vacation where I began back at my sister’s home for the night, flying out to Atlanta the next day. I was landing in Atlanta on September 9^th, heading to Virginia Beach on the 10^th to register for my Medical Intuitive Training Seminar on September 11^th.