The Empowered Lifestyle

Okay, so, to continue our conversation about wishing and wishes.....and how that whole concept has been being driven home to me lately:

Okay, so a few weeks ago my good friend Patty was out and about in The City (without Whitney Port) and she attended a big thingamajig hosted by the publisher she works for, Hay House. She called me afterward to tell me about running into one of their bestselling authors, Gregg Braden (I think his last book was about the whole Mayan calendar 2012 thing) but she was telling me about some new numbers work he's doing...etc., etc., etc. Anyway, the point here is that we spent some time talking about Gregg, so, his name et al were bought into my consciousness.

Now, fast forward a couple/few days and I get an email from another metaphysical teacher and in it she refers to Gregg Braden and a concept that he put out in another of his writings/books regards making your wishes (intentions, goals, hopes, dreams) come true. Now, normally I just auto delete alot of these mails or else I'd spend the whole day lollygagging and reading and reading and lollygagging and maybe eating some Twizzlers in between. But that day I opened the mail "by mistake" (big air quotes AND a wink) and as I was going to hit 'delete' I saw Gregg's name. So I read the mail and it says that Braden, in one of his bestsellers, talks about a time when he and his wife attended some psychic surgery of sorts. The short story goes that he and his wife and a host of other well respected AND skeptical scientific types attended this 'operation' in Japan maybe? I can't remember the details but the crux was that these three 'doctors' came out and positioned the patient's scan so that all the attendees could see that they were attempting to remove a tumor that had caused this particular patient to have a very dire and terminal diagnosis. At the end of her journey and desperate for any hope, she agreed to have these doctors work their particular brand of healing on her. So, for two minutes nad 40 seconds they stood over her, hands held immediately above the area where the tumor was, and they sent healing light into that tumor while all affirming at the same time that the tumor was now gone. THEY SAW THEIR HEALING AS ALREADY ACCOMPLISHED and sent that intention along with their heat and light into her affected area. Braden recounts that the entire audience sat stunned as they watched that tumor shrink and shrink and shrink until it was completely gone. Just gone. She was healed and whole in as much time as it takes me to brush and floss.

Okay, I got it. I was supposed to find something I wanted or WISHED to happen and then I was to dedicate two minutes and forty seconds a day towards manifesting.

But I didn't do it.

Then, about a week ago (which would be a few days after the Braden retelling), I recieved a catalog in the mail that, again, I usually just throw away. But now that Sadie and I are doing those yoga dvds I'm trying to hold onto catalogs that I think will carry them. So, I flipped through the pages of this one and I'm caught by the title of a certain book. I can't say what it is at present because I'm giving it as presents to some of my nearest and dearest for their belated birthday gifts (Kath being one!) but, suffice to say, it had a GREAT DEAL to do with the power of wishing and how EXACTLY we can make those wishes come true.

So, now, I get it. I'm supposed to make a wish (and you know when I say 'I' that I mean 'WE' right?.....Uh huh...where I go, YOU go too!)

Alright, so then yesterday, I'm driving home from the dentist and I'm thinking what I want my wish to be...and....then.....THERE IT IS! The whole 'I'm not worthy' crap. Look, the VERY FIRST THING that came to my mind was what kind of advance I want for the second book that I'm working on right now. THis makes sense to me since Billie and I have been really working those pages all week. In fact, I'm supposed to be writing a chapter RIGHT NOW! (Aren't we having more fun though? I mean, seriously....)

Anyway, I'm driving and I'm thinking of how WE'RE all going to make one wish today and then we're going to MAKE IT COME TRUE IF IT'S THE LAST THING WE DO! We're going to commit. We're going to be dedicated. We're going to work it like it's never been worked before.

But I can't even get clarity on the wish. I start off with the whole book advance thing and then I crap out and think that I don't want to put that sort of what....greed?....jinx???...whatever.....out there. So, I immediately start to water down my wish to be something that will be more acceptable to....who? God? The Universe? The Muses and the Fates?

HOW CRAZY IS THIS THINKING?

It's a wish for goodness sake. A bonafide wish and I'm driving and thinking about how I have to justify it. Again I ask...who would I be doing that for/to?

It was eye opening.

And shocking to me.

Me! Me who will float on a rice paddy around my house if I think it will shift the Shui to get something accomplished.

But here it is, the Universe just telling me how to go about doing this. Create the intention/wish. Declare it and dedicate time and energy to it. First by committing two minutes and forty seconds a day to thinking about it. And, then, next, to making a shrine representing or dedicated to it as well.

Okay, did you hear me. Right now, think of your wish. And figure out when, EVERY DAY, you are going to dedicate that couple of minutes to visualizing the wish as if it were ALREADY ACCOMPLISHED.

And, then, this weekend, make a shrine to it. A wooden box with some image or 3D representation of your wish. Want a new house? Picture it. Literally. A partner? Same thing. Maybe put a wedding ring in that box. A tableau of sorts. Work on it.

I mean, it doesn't have to hit me over the head. But I sure do have to work on getting some other old tapes out of there now!

Okay, so, here goes.....I want to put out a proposal for my second book that fetches four times what I got for my last/first book. I see that as already accomplished. I want that book to be a bestseller while it helps anyone and everyone I'm writing it for. There's my wish. To get that book proposal done now, take it out there and get it sold for four times what I sold my first book for. Period. It is done.

So, I finally get clear and I'm visualizing all over the place and I come back to office yesterday to find an email from my lit agent. She says that she got the audio rights to my first book back and that she's doing all these incredible things with them. OUT OF THE BLUE!

I took that as an affirmation that I'm on the right track. You'll get those same sorts of synchronocities when you make your commitment/wish too! I promise. But you have to do it and stick with it. Let's all do this together. And you guys be sure to share what's happening on your end.

If you were wishing for a great (and magic!) Halloween recipe......WOW!!!! You're good!!!!

Magically Delicious Potatoes

Ingredients:

a coin or a charm
5 large potatoes, peeled and cubed
3 teaspoons of sea salt
water to cover the spuds
1/2 cup melted butter
1/3 cup whole milk, warmed
1/4 teaspoon white pepper
a yellow candle.

Burning a yellow candle (and thinking about your wish!) salt and boil water in a large pot. Boil the coin or the charm that you've picked for a few minutes. Remove and let cool while adding the cubed potatoes to thes same salted water until tender. Drain the potatoes. Warm the milk in a saucepan and add to the potatoes as you mash away. Add the butter halfway through the mash and continue fluffifying the spuds. Add salt and pepper and ladle into a serving bowl. Insert the charm somewhere in the potatoes and think of your wish again. Whoever recieves the potato with the charm is guaranteed good luck for one solid month. Now, of course, if you were to eat all these potatoes yourself, well......

Hey, better than the four thousand little Whoppers you're going to have lying around until you give them away.

Just sayin'!

Okay, so this is going to be your most magical Halloween yet because now you're casting your own spells......and these witches really will come true!

We all in?

Good. Oh, and..........................

BOO!

Happy Haunting kids!

I have a girlfriend whom I love and adore but everytime she sends me an email she details her ENTIRE schedule for that day inside that same mail. I don't have to worry that she'll read what I'm writing her though because reading my posts don't make it onto her very important daily TO DO list. Whenever I read her mails now I just disregard the entire first few paragraphs, because I feel like each one of us has that very same ridiculous schedule. So, I'll save the big bs today and just say, well, I'm jammed. On my way to the dentist right now but didn't think that A) I'd be back in time to get anything here today OR I'd have to edit the nitrous out and, well, why not just enjoy it instead...wink, wink!

So, that said...let's get some business out of the way....ALL of your comments to yesterday's post were GREAT! I LOVED all the Halloween advice and think if you haven't read it, you should take a minute and do.

Thanks to Mike/Minesh for some great astro info about Saturn shifting today. Hey, Libra, that means that Saturn is heading OUT of your financial sector and you should see that WHOLE money agenda begin to open up for you shortly! LUCKEEEEEE! This really is really good news Libra.....really flippin good news!

Okay, as well, the whole newsletter thing...my newsletter goes out on the first or second day of every month. We are looking at ways to archive it right now, but, if you've signed up and haven't recieved it then usually two things are the culprits (PLEASE trust me here, I've done this enough now that I really HATE bothering my web team...they're ALWAYS right...) either the letter is sitting somewhere in some SPAM folder or you entered your email incorrectly...that happens to the best of us! Either way, just check your SPAM or reenter your listing if you've been signed up for MORE THAN TWO MONTHS and haven't recieved your copy! Okay, that done,

I had an entire post to share today...about wishing again. Bunches of stuff has been happening to me lately that has directly to do with wishing and I really want to share but don't have time today.......

And bye Mike from Top Chef! You were a little too cock of the walk and not enough about pulling a delicious one from a pot! But you were funny so I'm sorry to see you go....

Now..tomorrow...WISHING!!! I SWEAR!!!! GREAT STUFF:

For today:

10/29/2009 Daily Feng Shui Tips Marigolds mean money in Feng Shui especially and specifically if you enjoy them during this month October! Place a big basket of brilliant marigolds on any spare space in the kitchen, long considered to be THE room of abundance according to this ancient philosophy, and watch as your own bottom line sprouts some positive and productive ‘green shoots.’ And, while you’re manifesting your next million why not double that pleasure and double that financial fun by placing a mirror under the basket to bring in twice the energies while multiplying the marigold earning power by two too! Daily Feng Shui Tips

Voila!

Off to the dentist! Did I hear you just say "ow" ??????? Yeah, me too!

I woke up really early this morning trying to figure out how/what I was going to write about in today's post. See, it's the SUPER STELLAR day of the month and if you get the newsletter you know what to do about it. But I don't want to leave everyone else who chooses not to recieve it out, so, in a bit, I'm going to offer a little sumptin' sumptin' to help these super and stellar energies along. Good thing I'm in a MUCH better mood today too. Must have been something in the air yesterday 'cause I was CRABBY PANTS GALORE!

Hey, I'm human. But yesterday's malaise felt almost otherworldly.

And, speaking of otherworldly, one of the concepts and ideas that I wanted to comment on today is from a reader comment that we recieved yesterday regards all the ghost stories I be sharing. Vstanga weighed in and shared that they were listening to a radio show yesterday regards the movie 'Paranormal Activity' and said that one of the guests on the show commented about about that 3 AM in the morning time being one of those hours on the clock that invite the woo woo. Well well, vstanga, whoever was saying that on the radio was right as far as I've always learned. But I've never heard the 3 o'clock thing referenced as a spooky hour because of the association with the time Christ died on the cross. So, thanks for that! I've always and ever heard that 3 AM is considered 'the witching hour,' the time when witches and ghosts and demons are free to roam the earth. Actually I've always heard that it can be from midnight to 3 AM with that last hour being the strongest. This idea is repeated in so many classic works of literature (from Shakespear's witches in 'HAMLET' to Washington Irving to even Anne Rice and her vampire series) that it HAD to come from somewhere. But, from my own personal experience, whenever I wake in the middle of the night, whether because the spooks are starting their crazy party or just because I can't sleep, if I see that it's 3 o'clock I immediately start to say prayers of protection. And then I segue right into the ones for prosperity. And, if I'm still awake and truly looking for something to keep me occupied, I might also pray for a partner too. But, like I said, I'm usually back asleep before that happens.

Now, speaking of partners, I've gotten a TON of mail over the last few weeks from people looking to get back with their boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancees, husband, wife...etc etc etc. What's going on there in the big, wide world? Is the money stress taking a toll on intimate relationships? Is is the speeding up of the culture? I can't tell you how many 'marriage cures' I've emailed in the last couple of days. As you all know I take this calling (I don't call what I do a job, because, well, I love it!) VERY seriously and I'm distressed and distraught at all the breaking up. Apparently, Neil Sedaka, it isn't that hard to do!

And, then, it gets hard for me because this is that touchy area where we have to make sure that what you're doing is the best and highest thing for YOU since there is no influencing anyone else in the game of life that I play. That's not fair game and I won't participate. So, when I offer these cures and adjustments I am really doing it so that whoever is using it begins to feel healthy and whole and loving within themselves. Because kids, well, broken attracts broken and healthy and whole attracts healthy and whole.

Now, towards that end, if you'd like to bring in a cosmic assist on the relationship front, understanding FULLY well that we're moving energies so that you feel loved right in your own beautiful and WORTHY skin (and, hey, let's call a spade, a spade; if you are here now, reading this blog post, it's because you want to be empowered in a positive way. And when you are empowered in a positive way, you bring those same vibes out to everyone else too...so, really, you're not only helping you but helping the whole planet at the same time! NOW, if that doesn't make you one WORTHY and WONDERFUL blessed being, well, I don't know what would!)

Okay....here you go...if you are looking to mend a relationship or even heal a broken heart, here's a special secret Shui cure that will swiftly shift those shitty energies and bring you back to balance:

Four Strings Cure

We use this cure when there are problems that seem insurmountable and need to be confronted in very proactive way. FOR TODAY...if you are looking to take advantage of the SUPER STELLAR energies then make the color of the string red. If you are looking to improve your relationship than make the string/thread/yarn/ribbon the color pink.

In each of the four corners of your bedroom, install a pink string that will hang from ceiling to floor. These four strings symbolize the legendary four columns in Feng Shui that hold up the canopy of heaven (isn't that nice?) Anyway, they also represent a sort of magical phone line between heaven and earth and as such are believed to invoke the power of the heavens to intercede on your behalf. The end result being that your difficulties will be removed for you.

Okay, so, at the midway point between the ceiling and the floor, you need to attach a nine inch red or pink string, affixing this at the center. This nine inch string symbolizes or represents the Chinese word for 'human' (you! So when you've done all of this then go ahead and seal the deal with the mantra we use for all and any Feng Shui activations:

OM MANI PADME HUM (pronounced...OM MAHKNEE PAYMAH HUNG.) Say this nine times. And, then, the red or pink strings will make you golden!

Whew.

If anyone's interested in fast Feng Shui Halloween tips:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ellen-whitehurst/five-feng-shui-ways-to-ma_b_333071.html

If you wanted to comment as well...................heh heh heh.

Off you go now, it's SUPER STELLAR DAY! You've got super stellar work to do! Because YOU'ER WORTH IT!

I was so impressed with Joanna Krup and her partner Derek during their waltz last night. It was like she was floating on air. Truly touching and, I think anyway, really beautiful. I was impressed as well with what BRAVO has done to that real estate show with the those three annoying kids selling property in the most expensive locations in southern Cali. Actually I don't think that the handsome bi boy is annoying at all. But, those other two are so insufferable that I was almost wishing that Rachel Zoe was back. I said "almost" wishing. But I could watch the sweet boy all night long and not miss the bad hair kid or the spoiled rotten one for one single solitary second.

Now, speaking of solitary single seconds, they are seeming like an eternity to my son these days since getting those lower braces on. His lips were literally swollen this morning. I have NO idea what's causing that, but the inside of his mouth is all canker sore-y and cut up since the new ones went on late last week. I didn't have any Tea Tree to put on the sores last night and apparently I grabbed some denture glue instead of Orajel or something else to relieve the constant pain while I was out shopping yesterday. No doubt. I was trying to kill a bunch of birds with one trip....so I decided to walk to the store to get my exercize in, but, then, halfway there I remembered a phone call I was scheduled to take and, well, vroom, vroom, vroom...and denture paste. Ooops!

I'm putting the glam push on because I've scheduled some high level/profile meetings in Manhattan for mid month next and I'm all over the teeth whitening, boot shining, belly flattening (good luck there my menopausal friend...that's me talking to me own meno self!) and, well, you get the picture. It's actually a little exciting for me to have a new project to focus on...and...well...speaking of...tomorrow is the Super Stellar day of this month and the energies have to do with just this very thing...successful negotiations/gaining attention to your efforts...so..don't forget to get that info out of the newsletter link and ACT ON IT!

I'll be adding some other magical moves to make tomorrow your lucky day too. SO tune in...and...if you've been tuning in already then you followed the ghost story I shared yesterday, with more woo woo and big boo promised today. So, here goes:

So I did go back and live in that lower Manhattan apartment but after those girls moved out it was like Twilight every night there. I was robbed outside the building at knife point but was sure that the thief mumbled something about me screwing with those two black caped snf hooded crusaders since I never did give them all their clothes back. Hey, they stiffed me for two months rent. In which case, because I had to pay theirs, I couldn't pay my sister's rent and blah and blah and blah. I donated their clothes to charity. I only kept a few pieces from them to donate away but, still, they were clearly out for blood. And they got it when that robber hit me square in the kisser giving me a giant black eye while drawing blood from my split lip. Then there was the night that I woke to hear the muffled sounds of a party or sorts going on in my bathroom? That's what it sounded like. It was as if there were tons of people partying in my tiny bathroom. At first I thought that the noise must have been coming from another apartment and was just wafting into mine through a grid or vent. But, since mine was a lone apartment at the end of a long hallway, I knew this didn't make much sense either. I just lay there in bed, in the middle of the night, trying to figure out what all the noise was when all of sudden I heard the bathroom door opening. I was too astonished and scared to do anything, so, frozen, I just laid there peeking out at the hallway outside my bedroom door where I then saw this.....and I'm not making this up nor did I dream it or was I hallucinating on any mushrooms either.....a line of people...dressed from all different eras and times in history...came walking out of the bathroom and headed into my living room area. They were all chatting with each other, in some cases laughing away while I watched them like they were on a screen in front of me. Except they weren't. They were ghosts and they were partying like it was 1899 in my little Sty Town apt. A few of them, two women in particular, actually looked right at and then through me. Once they got into the living room I didn't hear anything else. For a long time. And, then, forever. It seemed that they came, they partied and they went. But not before traumatizing me.

The next day I got up and vowed to leave that space as quickly as I could. And, then, I did. But that's another story for another time. For now, I just want to fast forward about ten years later when my husband and I were living in our house on Hilton Head Island. We owned a house there for about a decade and we rented it out in the summer. But we stayed there in the Autumn and in the Spring. I really REALLY loved that house. Except I'm pretty sure it was haunted.

One night.....now remember....this is TEN YEARS LATER.....I was sleeping (can't these ghosts ever visit while I'm awake and bored watching the brat boys on BRAVO?) anyway...I was sleeping and it was around 3 AM when I woke to hear people calling my name. They were outside. At first I thought that maybe some of my friends were out late and decided to come by and see if I would join in. We lived in a house on the beach in Palmetto Dunes Plantation so I was wondering how they could have gotten past security as I got up and looked out the window. There, by the light of the HUGE Full Moon, I saw standing at the ocean's edge, THE SAME GROUP OF GHOSTS that had been in my New York apartment ten years before. OF COURSE, they hadn't aged a day. Some of them were looking up at my bedroom window and motioning me to come down and join them. Some of them were skipping ahead of the group and sort of running down the beach and still others were just milling. I remembered that they were the same group because the first time around there was a DEAD ringer for John Lennon as well as these other two women who looked like they were extras who had just left the set of one of my favorite movies called 'Somewhere in Time.' These two women had turned and looked at me when they were in my apartment years before and now they were standing at water's edge ten years later and looking up into my eyes and into my soul. Well that's where they were looking right before I took that soul and dived it back into my bed and pulled those covers back up over my head. But....I can tell you this.....my husband turned to me and asked me if "those are your friends down there making all that noise on the beach" to which I BEGGED him to get up and look at the ghosts.

He laughed and told me that I was funny and rolled over and went back to sleep.

Should give you some idea why he's not my hub anymore eh?

But, that was then and that hard partying group hasn't been back in ages. Pun put there intentionally. And I don't want them back now. So, let's all hold the visual of being surrounded by white light at all times. And then remember to call on Michael. Or even use that password that the Native Americans told us to use whenever there's trouble afoot..."HEY WOGEY, HEY WOGEY, HEY WOGEY!" You have to say it three times. And then your ancestors, guides and guardians will come immediately to your aid. Unless, of course, they here having a couple of cocktails at my place. If you need 'em though, I'll send them home directly!

They have to make room for the 'Gray Man' anyway. You know, the one my son keeps seeing walking up and down our stairs.........................

This whole weekend was one big back and forth as to whether we were going to go see 'Paranormal Activity' or not. Well, first we had to go to the local High School Homecoming football game, not because I live in the South and it IS Friday Night Lights. But, because one of my best friend's sons, Carter Willcox, was nominated as King of the Court and she was going to escort him onto the field at halftime and asked a bunch of us to go. It was TOO TALL FUN and so reminded of days gone by that I haven't thought about in a loonnnnnng time. We went out after I dropped the boys back home and the Falcons decidedly won their homecoming game. It was sweet.

And when I did finally get home, the boys informed that they wanted to go see 'Paranormal Activity' the next day. I agreed as long as this time I could sit with them (usually I have to go to an entirely different movie, which is, usually, NO skin off my schnozz...I mean, did you see the last Bruce Willis movie? Suckogate? THE BOYS LOVED IT!) Anyway, Saturday was GORGEOUS and I had a boatload of stuff to do, so, promised them I would take them late afternoon / early evening. But then Griff couldn't go and Tammy's daughter was going to the homecoming dance and they wanted to drop by and borrow a Ferragamo for the event and I wanted to see her before she went off to her FIRST HIGH SCHOOL DANCE.....OMG, I'm THAT old...I'm super excited about friend's kids going to their first hs dances! YIKES! But they did stop by and that was really sweet too! And Katie looked..well...radiant is the best way I can put it. Just radiant. It was like the perfect weekend. Late Saturday, after Tammy took Kate to her friends' house, Louis and Riley stopped by to watch football with Grayson. I didn't really want to read my book anyway. Because you know, 'watching' football actually means reenacting each play, in the four by four bedroom the boys LIVE in when they hang here.

But Riley wanted to know if I would teach him to dance before Ring Dance. Said that was why he wasn't at Homecoming. And also added that he needed a suit and a date. I can help him with first two, but thinking Mrs. Robinson should stay away from that third agenda? Right? Anyway, we decided to all go see 'Paranormal Activity' on Sunday until Jake decided he was too scared and my own son said he didn't think he wanted to see it "on a Sunday, in case he couldn't sleep afterward, because, you know, there's school on Monday." Yeah welcome to my scary world of no sleep on Sunday nights.

So, we never made it to the spooky movie but it did get me thinking about my own Paranormal Activity that I've experienced my ENTIRE life. I'm sooooo grateful and glad that my son doesn't experience these same things that I did. Even at his age. Now, because it's Halloween week, I'd thought that maybe I'd share one or two of these events? What say? You in?

Okay, once upon a much younger time, while I was working on Wall Street running the Commodity News Department for E.F. Hutton, I was also subletting an illegal sublet in a lower Eastside division called Stuyvesant Town. Sty Town, as it was known, was/is made up of a bunch of buildings that all have large one and two bedroom apts that are rent controlled so if you're able to find one to sublet, you're pretty lucky 'cause they're usually MUCH cheaper than anything else you can find in NYC. I lived there for awhile with someone who's name we will NEVER mention, but, then, when he moved out I found that I couldn't afford the space on my own....so.....(are you following me here?) I moved into my sister's studio on East 79th and York while she moved in with her boyfriend and I sublet the Sty Town place. Loooooong story short, I eventually had to kick the renters out because they NEVER payed the rent and when I went to see the apt for the first time since they moved out, it was...well....S C A R Y!

They ahd pushed all the furniture back against the walls and piled it all up on each other. Because in the middle of the NOT FAKE wooden floor of the large living room they had drawn, in chalk, a HUGE pentagram. You know, the kind that witches use. Now, back in the day, I wasn't that familiar with Wicca but I knew evil when I encountered it, and, well, I was encountering it then. I was with my friend Fred who was a gov't bond trader at Hutton so, you'd think he'd have a set of balls...but the minute he saw the pentagram, he was out of there like Jumpin' Jack Flash! He said he's be at the elevator waiting for me. It didn't help that we were there late at night either. But I just needed to go through the rest of the apt to survey any other damage and what I'd have to do about it all. What I found was so disgusting that I won't go into it all here on a Monday morning, but, I will share one thing......there were dead animal skins hanging on EVERY door, by a nail, inside the whole apartment. YUCK. And BOO!

Okay, so fast forward and I get a bunch of my friends to come in and help me clean but I keep some of the girls clothes until they pay me back the rent. That was soooo NOT a good idea because a few nights later while I was sleeping back at the haunted hacienda, I woke in the wee hours of the morning to hear some chanting going on outside my bedroom window. I am sooooo not making this up. I got up and sort of wiggled over to the window and looked out so nobody could see me, but, there, down below, were a group of black caped and hooded what? witches? staring up at my window and chanting some sort of goobledy gook. One of them saw me...probably because I then turned whiter than a ghost and must have looked like a beacon....and they all started chanting louder and louder.

I went back to bed and did what I always do when I'm lying in bed and scared crapless...I rolled over on my stomach, squished my face as far into the pillow as I could without suffocating and pulled the covers up over my head. I was shaking and shaking and one of my legs was actually almost kicking up and down and up and down. That is, until I felt "someone" sit on the side of the bed thisclosetome and then put a strong hand down on the jumping leg! To stop it from moving! I heard breathing but would NOT, WOULD NOT, turn to look and see "who" was there.

I know this is going to sound crazy, but, I laid there, frozen, for so long that I finally fell asleep. I know! How could I fall asleep? I don't know, but, I know that I didn't move one single inch that entire night until the sun came up. At which time I was left alone to ponder whether ALL of this had really happened. It had. The one thing I can say is that I didn't know then that when in trouble like that you're supposed to call on Michael The Archangel to come and surround you with protection. In fact, you're also supposed to invoke Jesus the Christ as well. Three times. Either or both names...three times...just like this..."I invoke the protection of Saint Michael the Archangel. Michael, I invoke your intercession....Michael, I invoke your intercession...Michael, I invoke your intercession (three times...see...using the words 'invoke' and 'intercession'...he'll come and he'll come with tons of supportive and defending angels as well!)

I didn't know that invocation then. Or that evil cannot stay in the presence of holy light. I just knew that I was scared shitless and never wanted to sleep in that apartment again. But, I did. And you won't believe what happened next.................