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Monday, March 5, 2018


Bridget Littleton is thrown back in time to the court of Henry VIII:
a fascinating tale of love and betrayal.

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Torches nested in brackets along the wall and did a surprisingly good job of lighting the hallway. Bridge followed meekly, terror half closing her throat. She noticed the way Jane walked and corrected her own, fighting the desire to mimic her guide in an exaggerated manner. Fear often brought out the clown in Bridge, but she suppressed the impulse and mirrored Jane’s demeanor as precisely as she could. Shoulders back, head high, hands folded in front, she walked slowly and with as much dignity as she could muster under the terrifying circumstances.
Jane Seymour – destined to be the king’s third wife, came to court to attend Catherine of Aragon and was now one of Anne’s ladies. Talk about a front row seat! Bridge concluded. This could turn into such a mess if I’m not careful! Knowing what she knew, Bridge would have to walk on proverbial eggshells. One misstep and she could be in serious trouble and possibly face the stake, or the chopping block. She tried to clear her mind and focus on what was happening at that exact moment.
Bridge decided to concentrate on the sounds of the swish of silk fabric against brocade, the report of their wooden heels against the floor, the play of light on the jewels of Jane’s cap. Eventually, she heard music, very lively and accompanied by laughter. The hallway brightened, and she was there. Jane promptly deserted her.
She couldn’t believe her eyes! Here she was, little Bridget Littleton, standing in the great hall of Hampton Court, and there before her eyes was none other than Henry VIII. He was magnificent! Resplendent in cloth of gold and ermine, jewels flashing as he moved his hands to eat, drink or in conversation, the first thing she noticed was how extremely handsome he was. He reminded her of someone, but in her present state of agitation, she couldn’t bring to mind who it was. His portraits did not do him justice. Perhaps the painter’s goal was to accentuate his stance, robes and jewels. Or maybe his mouth was made to look smaller because he was supposed to look stern, and his painted eyes, bereft of eyelashes and brows pencil thin, made his face look rather plain and porcine-like. From where she stood, she could see a well-formed mouth, the lips pink with health; she wondered what they would feel like upon hers.
Shaking herself inwardly, appalled that such a thought should speed through her mind like a bolt of electricity, she failed to see that the king was looking at her.
Leaning forward and signaling to a tall courtier with dark hair, he spoke to him abruptly. The young man turned, pinpointed Bridge, and strode over.
Watching him approach, Bridge felt a moment of panic. Her heart bouncing against her rib cage like a captured bird trying to escape, made her feel giddy. Her breathing became labored, encased as it was in stiffened cloth and whale bone, as the frantic organ’s beats hit her esophagus, causing her to gasp and choke. Her blood, akin to a river of ice water, ran through her veins as frantic fear settled upon her, and she was suddenly very cold.
A dream-like quality settled over her, like a mantle of thick cloth, muffling the music and laughter. The young gentleman stepped before her. Offering his hand, he simply said,
“M’Lady, the king awaits.”

Monday, July 3, 2017

Is this a Test, or an Act of Betrayal?

Recently my doctor informed me that I am a walking time bomb. I have cirrhosis, caused by a faulty enzyme which prohibits my liver from ridding my body of excess iron. The condition which causes this anomaly is called Hemochromatosis, and is an inherited disease of the blood found in persons of northern European descent. I’m 57% Irish. Here is my story:

My first memory of Michael, or Mikha’el, is at age two. Some would call him my guardian angel; others may call him a spirit or guide. Regardless of our relationship, he has been with me my entire 64 years of this lifetime. Yes, this lifetime; I remember four previous existences.

In 1812, I died at age 16 from an act of betrayal. In 1890 at 18 from, yes, an act of betrayal and in 1862 in my late 20s or early 30s  by the same act. I also lived in the 1930s and died as a young woman, but have not yet been able to dredge up the specifics of that lifetime.

So here I am again. Born in 1952, I almost died as a six-month fetus when my mother caught on fire while pregnant for me, at two months from a fractured skull, and again at four months for the same reason. At age 24 I actually died from a bleed out caused by multiple stomach ulcers, and almost died in 2012 from cirrhosis caused by my disease, and again in 2013 of the same cause. Each time I obviously survived, but now at 64, I’m told that I could die any day.

Back to Mikha’el. I have understood since age two that I would live this lifetime into my nineties. It was a promise made to me, a promise which I understood and embraced even at such a young age, and I have lived my life accordingly by planning for a long life, both spiritually and financially. Now it looks like that promise is about to be taken back.

As stated above, I have lived three, and possibly four, past lifetimes wherein I died by betrayal. In this lifetime, I have once again faced the same challenge as in the past, this time at the hands of my parents. But in this life, I have survived it, risen above it, and turned my life around to one of contentment and even happiness, and herein lies my question.

What do you believe? Has the universe, in effect, betrayed me and changed the span of my life, or do you believe that this is yet another challenge? That is, do you believe that the Universe is testing me, or honing me by giving me this task as perhaps an act of faith in the attempt to strengthen my soul and prepare it for my next journey?

Before you answer, I would like to share one more thing with you. I have prophetic dreams, and a few weeks ago, this is what was sent to me:

I was standing on a curb preparing to cross a very wide street. I backed up a couple of steps and leapt, legs horizontal to the ground or, in ballet terms, in a Grand Jeté. I’m exhillerated as I “fly” across the street to the curb on the opposite side, but land just a few feet short of my goal. It is then that I notice a friend standing on the curb. “You didn’t quite make it this time, Deb.” I smile, agree, and we begin to walk along the street, looking in various shop windows and talking.

So, what do you think? What is your opinion? Please no disrespectful replies. I am sincere and truly would like to know what you think: is this a test, or an act of betrayal?

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Val Kilmer in "Citizen Twain."

Val Kilmer is touring the United States with  a filmed version of his stage play of "Citizen Twain." I urge you all to see it.

"Citizen Twain" embraces Mark Twain in ways that reaches out to the contemporary mind, young and old.

I was honored to see the entire movie at the "Funnybone" in Columbus, Ohio.  Look for it in your city. You will not be disappointed.

On a personal note, I found Val to be very kind and a great wit. Yes, he looks frail, but his spirit is unflagging.

The following review and interview is a bit dated, but it truly conveys the essence of what the play is all about. I found the performance very fresh and inspiring, as I did the author, Val Kilmer. It's a masterpiece of work, which takes the 1800s Mark Twain into the 21st century.

Filled with quips, regarding modern politics and social issues, this blend  of Mark Twain's writings and the author's (Val Kilmer) observations, are woven into an incredibly entertaining tapestry of modern thought.

04/11/2013 10:53 am ET | Updated Jun 11, 2013

Val Kilmer Is, I Mean As, Mark Twain

Val Kilmer was not at all what I expected. Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure what I expected when I arrived at the Wyly Theatre in Dallas, TX to interview Kilmer. He’s in town work shopping the one-man show he is currently developing, Citizen Twain. He recently performed the piece at Valley Performing Arts Center in Northridge, CA on April 6. From April 18-21, he can be found at the Wyly.
“We’re [on] like a big Broadway tour now with a set and everything,” Val Kilmer said with a roguish smile as we sat down to talk. “Want to see pictures?” He showed me photos of the set on his phone and then we began chatting like old friends. Not always the case when interviewing celebrities. At all. But Kilmer proved to be charming, incredibly intelligent, and completely taken with Mark Twain, the subject of his new show.

Oh, did I meet my 30 year favorite male star? Yes, I did!

Monday, May 22, 2017

Being Disabled is no Handicap to Retired Accountant

I know this Josh John personally, and I have to say, he is a fine man. Please enjoy and be inspired as I have been.

WHEN talking about turning a crisis into opportunities, there is an endless list of motivational quotes to cite from.

While maxims and adages are powerful motivators, retired accountant Josh John does not pore over them to drive home a point. Rather, he counts on his wealth of real life experiences to deal with emergency situations — like the way he overcame a crisis and turned it into an opportunity to do something good.

Paralyzed from the chest down and confined to a wheelchair, the 54-year-old has resolved to never wallow in self-pity and hopelessness but to bravely carry on living and not letting his affliction prevent him from doing what he loves. He has even made the effort to do some charity work.
Josh said his condition should be more accurately termed as Guillain-Barre Syndrome although it has also been diagnosed as Transverse Myelitis (TM).