I have been doing time on Planet Earth for a while now. Since it has included the deaths of my daughter and husband, I have taken this life very seriously. This has been offset, however, by my love of writing comedy. When my daughter was in treatment for her cancer at age four, I was writing oneliners for Joan Rivers. I never got paid enough for it to even buy me dinner, but it stroked my ego and let me know I was funny.
I majored in English and psychology at the University of Memphis and graduated magna cum laude. My late husband Bob and I were in the fourth grade together and he saw me once coming down a flight of stairs at school and said I looked like an angel. He always called me that. We married after he graduated from Georgia Tech and were faithful to each other until his death in 2004. He had multiple myeloma and was quite ill for almost five years. I took the best care of him that I could because he had taken care of me so well. My friend John Logan said he saw Bob rise directly into the white light at the time of his death. John is on the other side now, too, but he said I would have a ministry and it is evolving over time.
I studied with Vernon Howard, who lived and taught in Boulder City, Nevada. He was a powerful teacher, never fearing to separate the sheep from the goats. Like Ouspensky, he would often drive people away so he could get his message across to his true students. He didn’t suffer fools gladly. Although my days of intellectual study are over, I carry his energy and that has gotten me through this perilous life.
These days I live a quiet life. Heck, I have always lived a quiet life, as that is my nature. My home is like an ashram. I write and record any time I feel led to do so. I hope you visit regularly and that you support the site by donating from time to time. It is part of the path to help spread the light. Donations help defray the cost of the site and lead to more and more work being done.
This is a lonely planet and we need all of the consciousness to it that we can bring. It doesn’t matter how well you spread the word but that you do. When my husband got ill, he said he wanted me to find my passion before he died. This is it.
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