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CARma

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

"Karma" is a New Age phrase that has come to mean a kind of "deserved fate," that we have somehow gotten ourselves into and can't escape. We see it all the time in politics: Whenever some government official rails against sexual immorality, he (it's usually a man) seems to always get caught a few weeks later with his pants down. I also see it...

Are the Grays Autistic?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

In his book "Transformation," Whitley talks about what have come to be known as "the 9 knocks:" 3 sets of 3 knocks each that he heard on the side of our cabin in upstate New York very late one night. They were incredibly precise, as if they were made by a machine. We later found out that an ENTIRE TOWN of Glenrock, Wyoming...

Valentine's Day: A Realization

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I had a delightful Valentine's Day this year. About a week ago, I remembered that in the fall, we stopped by our favorite jewelry store, where I spotted some cute earrings. I said, "Get these for me for Christmas," and the proprietor said, "If you buy them today, I'll take off half the price," so we did. We went back home and Whitley tucked...

Gays in the Military (cont.)

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My Dad was what might be called an "Equal Opportunity Hater," by which I mean that he hated EVERYBODY, including blacks and most other ethnic groups. But he had an odd sense of fair play: He felt that it was OK to hate anyone he wanted to as long as he didn't DO anything about it. In other words, he felt that even people he disapproved of...

Left & Right

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I've been thinking a lot about the brain lately. Since an aneurysm burst inside my head 5 years ago, I guess you could say I almost lost my mine. One thing that continues to fascinate me is the difference between right-handed and left- handed people, especially when they are couples, like Whitley and I are. We find that since our gestures "...

Tea Dancing

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

When I was a kid, there was a strip in the comics section about a wise possum named Pogo. His most famous statement was "We have seen the enemy and he is us." I see some of the current political movements the same way: We seem to be shooting ourselves in the foot when it comes to things like health care. It reminds me of those old Westerns,...

Epiphany

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Ever since I woke up from having almost died of a brain aneurysm on October 16, 2004, I've had flashes of what I call "psychic intuition." I also often find myself in the right place and the right time and find that I have gotten a message. It's almost as if my brain got scrambled and left me with occasional glimpses into the world that...

Homeless

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

We all have revelations at the turn of the year when we, like the Roman god Janus, look both forward and back. This was the year I discovered that I am, in effect, homeless.

Deliverance

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

As part of a documentary that our filmmaker friend Timothy Greenfield-Sanders is making about Whitley, we recently visited the "Communion" cabin in upstate New York where we were menaced by one of the locals. On the way back to New York City, we received a call from a dear friend that we were very worried about, who had almost died from an...

On NOT Going to a Movie about UFOs

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Sometimes you can learn as much from not going to a movie as you can from actually seeing it, because it lets you know where you are in the metaphysical landscape. There are two movies out right now that have to do with things I know a lot about: "The Fourth Kind" and "Men Who Stare at Goats." The title of "The Fourth Kind" baffles me a bit...

The Laughing Buddha

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The Stargate Conference during the weekend of October 16- 18 was a time of incredible synchronicity for me, and some of it was downright funny. It started on Friday afternoon, when I rubbed the belly of a fat, golden Buddha statue on the grounds. I had heard that, in Buddhism, rubbing the fat Buddha's belly is supposed to bring good luck, but...

The Red Coat

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Over the years, I've met enlightened beings who seemed to be able to appear or disappear, much as UFOs do. I've also witnessed the phenomenon of mysterious entities showing up just when I seem to need them, such as the angel who visited us in the Kinko's Copy Shop who had some firm words for Whitley. In his extraordinary book Man's Search for...

Four Days

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Whenever I hear that someone's relative or friend is ill and near death, I always tell them what hospice physician John Lerma told me: Find out if the person says he's recently had visitors, especially from people he once knew who are dead. When that happens, the person usually dies in 4 days. He noticed this in his own practice and compared...

Portents, Synchronicities (and Coincidences?)

Monday, September 7, 2009

In my rather "naughty" diary a few weeks ago, I wrote about celebrating an uncle's 90th birthday by going skinny dipping (and no, the uncle was NOT one of the participants, although he's a pretty game guy, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had joined in). I have a funny follow-up to that story, plus a new set of portents that hit me...

Two Birthdays

Thursday, August 27, 2009

We were recently in Texas for Whitley's uncle's 90th birthday party. My birthday came around while we were there, and MY celebration was MUCH MORE staid than his!

Held Hostage by Hummingbirds

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

In one of the first diaries I wrote for this website, I talked about how my efforts to put up a birdfeeder and wind chimes (seeming innocent pursuits) were being thwarted by the aggressive local squirrels. I was once kept out of the rocking chair on our front porch in the country once because a mother bird had built a nest in the rafters and her...

The Irish Milkmen of the Dog World

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I'm afraid this diary may insult both dog lovers and Irishmen but hey, that's never stopped me yet! Our son was a handsome boy and Whitley and I are, well, a bit challenged in that department, although I'm a lot less so now that I've lost 100 pounds. During one summer, two different people (who didn't know each other) said the exact same...

Two Surprising Events

Monday, July 27, 2009

We were recently invited to be in a couple of events of the kind we don't usually participate in. One of them was Comic- Con in San Diego, where Whitley signed and talked about his graphic novel The Nye Incidents. The other was a film about life after death being made by independent filmmaker Nick Mendoza called "Quantum Wisdom." As usual, I...

Trickster Coyote

Monday, June 29, 2009

Many Native American tribes have a deity called "Trickster Coyote," who plays pranks on people in order to bring them enlightenment. From reading so many letters, I can attest that the Visitors often do this to people. Whitley himself has been caught up in this at times. In Whitley's family there is a long tradition of playing practical jokes...

Tool Users

Monday, June 8, 2009

Humans are basically tool users. That's what separates us from other primates (although chimps use twigs to dig for termites). Neurologists have discovered that that SAME PLACE in the brain lights up when males visualize either tools or attractive females! There's a message here for women: Don't ever get between a guy and his tools (don't...

Getting by Giving

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sometimes what looks like giving really is getting, but it's hard to convince other people of that. It's equally hard to convince YOURSELF.

Gone for Soldiers

Monday, May 18, 2009

Whitley and I just had one of the most profoundly moving experiences of our lives, one which was also a real privilege to be part of. It was also one of the most painful experiences we've ever had. It made me remember that old folk tune "Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier," in which the singer laments, "Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill, Who can blame...

Frustrations: Shedding by Shredding

Monday, May 4, 2009

Whitley is busy rewriting his new novel. He has a deadline and is under a lot of pressure to finish, which doesn't always put him in the best mood. I, as his Muse, am busy shredding the old, discarded manuscript pages. What is it about shredding that feels so good? While the emotions associated with shredding are great, the problem with it is...

Like Radar...But Different

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

We recently experienced one of the exciting things about living in LA: we were invited to a screening of a major motion picture. I haven't been to many of these, but I've noticed that I always like the film in question more when I see it this way, than I probably would in ordinary circumstances. If studios could arrange some way to make every...

Pagan Adventures

Saturday, April 4, 2009

I once got angry, because after I mentioned Wicca in passing during a Dreamland interview, someone wrote in and said (accusingly) is Anne Strieber a pagan? I denied it then, but now I'm beginning to think I wouldn't mind if it was TRUE! In the context of some work we are doing on a possible documentary, we recently found ourselves at a Druid...

What the Bleep

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Whitley usually appears on television alone, but occasionally I get to make an appearance as well. One of most enjoyable things Whitley and I ever did together was to participate in a live radio show in front of an audience at the River Rock Casino in Vancouver, Canada recently. But I have a feeling that my first time on live radio may also...

Glitz

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

If I were to describe my religion, I would say that I'm a Christian with a dash of Wiccan and some Buddhism thrown into the mix, so when we went to Las Vegas on business lately, I thought I'd try to see the town through the "eyes" of each of these philosophies in turn. Whitley and I have never been crazy about that town, since neither...

Finding

Sunday, February 8, 2009

In my family, I act as the "finder:" Whenever anyone loses something, they always come to me to see if I can find it for them. I got so many of these petitions at one point that I finally came up with the decree that if I haven't touched it, don't ask me to find it. I think my biggest coup was finding a baseball that my son had had...

New Year's Thoughts

Saturday, January 3, 2009

So often, when we make New Year's resolutions, we concentrate on giving up our vices, but what we REALLY want is to become someone new. In in my case, this would be someone who loses weight effortlessly and has an exquisite complexion, high cheekbones, tiny ears (mine resemble those of Alfred E. Newman of "Mad" magazine) and a thick,...

Busy, busy, BUSY

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

In a diary I wrote 8 years ago, I described how my Siamese cat Coe (the cat who came to the hospital and took me to the world of the dead) reacted when he saw me rushing around, doing all the everyday chores of life, the kinds of things that seem so important at the moment but which turn out to be so utterly trivial later. These are the types of...

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