Thank You Anne For The Healing

For five days this sickness had a hold of me. It started out with swollen glands and the strength that I could conquer it holistically. Between the Panela drinks, and hot honey and lime remedies that valiant effort only worked for a couple of days. I managed to get the swelling in my neck glands down but what followed later would be the rath of fire.

I awoke on the second day of natural treatments with a throat full of razor blades. Every time I tried to speak or swallow I was left with the feeling that I had just took a shot of broken glass down my throat. Where was my lime chaser now? It was then I knew I was in trouble and probably needed a good dose of the western mans remedy with an antibiotic.

Got my prescription started and went off to bed with a fever of 102+. For all of you that have been sick with a fever I won't bore you. You all know how terrible you felt!

Five days into my illness with the antibiotics running through me and still the fever was not broken. There was a healing that took place in my throat, no more shards of glass to be felt. Now there was a new enemy that could be felt on the left side of my head. This pain was intense and radiated through the right side all the way up to the top. Between the fever and the pain in my head it was taking all my energy just to stay positive.

The fifth night is the reason this story is being told. Night had fallen and as I laid in bed I asked for help from our cosmos to be a part of me and help heal me. Late into the night there was a change in my heartbeat, it was becoming slower and the pain in my head had increased. Physically I wanted to turn over in bed and reach out to Carlos to ask him to help me. I could not even move from the position I was in, physically I was locked in my body. At this time there was a lot of fear running through me as I could feel myself slowly fading out. This was a feeling of separating from my own body. Was this what they call fight or flight? If so, I think I took the flight route!

After that feeling of separation I ended up on this very high, and I mean very high cliff side. The stars seemed very close to me like when you fly in a airplane. It was so beautiful, more than words can describe. My sister Anne, was with me and she told me I was strong and I could do this. Anne must have known how scared I was because she had become my strength. And just like the Nike slogan "Just do it!" those words came shouting out of her mouth. "Come on let's go for a run!". This was definitely funny because in my earthly world I wouldn't consider myself a runner even on a good day. However, she is and maybe that's how she felt I would feel better. Amongst all of this beauty I lay there thinking, she is nuts! How can I run when I am too weak to even move?

She kept pushing the idea to take a long run and then I started to cry. Quickly she became a bit more calming to me and said "let's just lay here and take in all of this beauty and so we did. We both laid there on our backs on the smooth rock cliff side and became a part of that bliss. The sky was darker than any skyline that I have ever witnessed, even comparing that to the Apache Mountains in Arizona. The stars were so many it was as if they were touching each other. The ocean was blue but with a depth of darkness and surreal calmness. She then laid there with me on that cliff and told me she wouldn't leave my side until I was OK. We continued to lay is this blissful silence under the stars. The silence was something one could imagine as if you were amongst the stars.

My eyes opened and I was left to wonder what happened to me, because the last thing that I remembered was my heart slowing down and my world fading out. Was this a dream? I don't think so! It makes perfect sense to me why it was my sister Anne that came to my side. After all, she is my older sister whom I have loved and counted on for love all of these years. Anne is a mother likeness to me, a sister to me and now a healer too! Thank you Anne, for being by my side and for the healing.

Angel in Hell's Kitchen

It seemed to be an ordinary day in Hells Kitchen that morning. If you have never had the pleasure of living in Hells Kitchen let me take you on this journey with me.

The neighbors were always kind enough to say hello with every passing. Some would even ask if they could bring by some of their home cooked food they were so proud of. You would have to be a fool to say no to that offer!

My time was short lived in that neighborhood but one to remember for so many reasons and seasons that have passed. At the time a co worker of mine had offered me a place to stay when I had no where to go. This co worker ending up being a long time friend of mine who till this day I will always be so gratel too. I will always love her for her Angelic ways.

The Angel that would appear to me that morning was not to be expected. Early that afternoon, the sun was shinning brightly and people were moving about at a slower pace due to the fact it was a Saturday afternoon. It was my day off and walking about running errands and doing laundry and such.

There was a lot on my mind, but not anymore than any other day. Maybe because it was my day off that my mind was focusing on such sad issues. My boyfriend at that time had ended our relationship telling me that I desired better than him. Looking back now I can see that I did indeed deserved so much better than him. But not because of the lack of money that he had.

The last words spoken by him was in an angry tone telling me that "I needed the money". He was trying to tell me that I needed to have a boyfriend who had money to buy me gifts and spend money on me. He knew that by saying those words to me it would hurt me and make me dislike him. Hence, the famous easy exit strategy!


With those words heavy on my mind I stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change. In this pause of a moment I think "could it be true that I need someone with money in order to have a relationship that will last". The crosswalk light changes and I proceeded to cross the street. About half way across the street I receive a message from a complete stranger or was he? Walking past me in the opposite direction was an old latin man who stopped in the middle of the street and turned to me and said in clear well spoken english "You don't need the money". For a split second I stood in disbelief and said to him "what did you just say to me?" as I reached out for his arm.

The old man looked at me and spoke to me in spanish which I could not understand. I really think he thought I was crazy for stopping him. However, I know I heard what he had said to me. After all, he was the one who stopped and addressed me.

In that moment I realized that he cleary had no knowledge of what had just happened. The look on his face said it all, he was confused by me insisting he spoke to me. He continued to speak in spanish to me and clearly he could not speak english.

This Angel from Hells Kitchen delivered a message to me that early afternoon. This message confirmed that I was not this person that my ex boyfriend tried to make me out to be. I never loved him for the lack of money or money, I just simply loved him.