Today, for a second, I left my body in Wal-Mart. I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I was panicking. I can’t have anyone see me like this. This is how I felt when I was dying on McLure’s Beach.
I told you I do my best composing when I walk to the store. The news and my prophetic newspaper take much of my time. I started working on The Touch two days ago. All of a sudden, I see us – and feel us! We are trying to sleep on Brian’s floor. It is pitch black. Brian painted his window, black. It is a small studio. Rena is five feet away. All of sudden I am hearing;
“Put out your hand, and I will be there!”
For twenty seconds I resisted. Then I reached out, and found my hand in Rena’s palm. It was like the Sistine Chapel. Then……..our kiss began!
When I told Rena I had expected her when she asked if she could walk with me, she said;
“What do you mean by that?”
“I am a hopeless romantic. I was looking down in the water and asking where my new muse was. Earlier today, I said goodbye to my childhood sweetheart who had a strong bond with another.”
Rena gave me a relieved look, on of approval. Then, my sister Christine and her boyfriend walked up to us. We introduce ourselves, and it was agreed Rena could stay the night. In the light, we almost gasped. We were speechless. Rena was the most beautiful human being we had ever scene. Christine could not talk to her. She kept staring deeply into her. Rena noticed. In the morning when we went to get your things she said;
“Your sister seems to not like me!”
“Are you talking about her staring at you? She was reading you. She is psychic.”
I studied her reaction, and stopped my self from saying;
“We are both psychic.”
On the drive up to Oakland, we stopped at the beach in Santa Barbara. Rena got out a book and sat with her back to the sea, behind a small sand dune. I approached;
“You’re afraid of the ocean, aren’t you?”
“How did you know that?”
“Look around you. Do you see any other people reading and hiding from the sea! What are you reading?”
I was in love. Rena could feel it.
‘Put out your hand, and I will be there!”
I was swooning……..in Wal-Mart! Here is one of the greatest romantic lines in literature, and it was born near the jars of pickles. What is amazing, for five years a gaggle of women want me to stop writing about Rena, and other women. A new gaggle of women are coming to Heather’s aid because she does not want me to write – anything about her. This leads me to believe someone is writing a book. Let me remind you Heather and Patrice Hanson, you agreed to help me write my book. Patrice, you agreed to marry me. Heather, go to your mother and say;
“Release me from the hold you have over me. Tell the truth. Did you steal me from my father? Is he the source of my light!”
Don’t you see what a happy life you could have had, and can still have, if your stop your mother from running her create through you!
Here is the post that brought all the witches down on me. In Wal-Mart I heard
“Rena is your Mary Magdalene! Her genetics comes from Scythia, her people went to India, she wore a tall black hat with spells that foretold the future. She came to Jutland and Danland with the Cimri. She is one of the Ancient Ones. She owned more power than any woman alive, can know, but her. This is why she isolates. You are the only one who has seen – the real her!”
As I wobbled past the bacon there grew a light around me, that disappeared the ceiling.”
“Let go! Let go!”
Anne Magill, Irish-born British painter is rapidly building a strong following amongst an exclusive international audience, with works held in major private and corporate collections worldwide…
Rena was my disciple. She asked if she could walk with me. This is what the big fuss is about, my death and rebirth. Did her church folks find this blog? No one can be like their Jesus. It is a great evil to suggest you are like their Jesus. Rena and I were destined to meet. We were put on a path. I talked to her about Meher Baba, and gave her lessons about the Indian religion. I suspect she came from Nebraska in hope of being discovered by Hollywood. She said she was eighteen. Then the truth came out, she had just graduated from High School, and she was seventeen. What am I doing?……on a mountain, with a very beautiful woman, who should be doing her first walk-on? Hollywood was built on the long kiss…….and goodbye. The train leaves the station, with a cry, in a blast of steam. Yes, it is goodbye. But, the kiss will never forgotten.
Then, comes the letter. It’s from the ministry of war.
I owe my beloved Muse a deep explanation as to why our meeting has been so difficult and profound. And, why I love Rena Victoria so much. However, this explanation is going to freak her, and most people, out. Only the Seers at the Berkley Psychic Institute have no problem with my revelation, because they are the ones who saw what happened to me in 1967 that changed the course of my life.
At Marilyn’s insistence, I got a reading in 1987. I got sober. I had put so much out of mind. The reading began with a beautiful twenty year old woman saying this;
“You died. You own your own creation.”
In the second half of this reading I got to ask questions. I was a skeptic until I got the answer to my first two questions.
“If it is true I died, where was I – And, why…
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