TOUR DIARY 32 – South Carolina and Tamed suitcases at last – too late for one of them….hummingbirds.. foxes… deer… and sleep, sleep, sleep….
We have now left the West coast and that part of our adventure. I cannot believe that we have been here for over 2 months. I also cannot believe how far we have traveled what wonderful people we have met along the way and how hard my dear husband has worked on his quest to try to help change things in the world for the better.
Hard to believe as it is… our suitcases came with us all the way!. My little one is completed battered and if you have ever watched them loading up suitcases onto the plane you can quite understand why. They don’t place them; they throw them from a distance in a big pile onto each other. If you ever treasure anything, which is breakable never, ever, put it in your suitcase.
Anyway she – (my little suitcase) came off the roundabout with splits down her side and looking really the worse for wear. I could tell she was so pleased to have arrived with us this time but Steve announced “Well she’s arrived but this is the end of the road for her, she has had it” I felt mortified and said, “No they have stopped their wandering and she deserves to go through to the end… there are a few more journeys to make and more roundabouts to venture on.. so I will patch her up and we can take her back home with us.. she can have her demise there.” I was already thinking of turning her into storage for something or other, maybe life up in the loft with the other retired suitcases keeping safe all those precious things for me, for some time.. when a Future Me might “need” them.
(Yes I know… who would have ever believed that I trained in Sacred Space Clearing with one of the world’s leading experts and basically all that means is how to let go of all your rubbish and throw it away. I am a classic case of - do what I suggest but don’t expect me to do it too!!)
Steve obviously looks at me as if I am mad, being so sentimental over a little suitcase, but I am very fond of our wandering suitcases, they have been through a lot with us and even more without us!.
So here we go again another entire day in an airport for what should only have been a 6 hour journey. What is it with such an incredibly advanced civilisation – probably the most advanced in the world - that they cannot fly you in a straight line to where you want to go to? L.A to South Carolina?
We had to go via Charlotte, which is on the doorstep of where we are now staying, but to get here in South Carolina involved a 35-minute flight from Charlotte to North Carolina where our dear friend Michael O’Connell drove for over a hour to pick us up at midnight. We had left our L.A. Hotel at 7 a.m. so it was 17 hours…
(I know - slight time lap forwards coast-to-coast but I won’t include that as I am having a whinge and it detracts from my story).
We had to wait 3 hours for the connecting flight in the airport and then the plane stood for over a hour before it was able to take off. Oh, and firstly ..just as I was about to step on the plane the Air Hostess pushed me back and said “you can’t come on this plane yet as there is only myself, we have to wait for the other Air Hostess” So we all queued up again in the gangway leading to the plane itself and she took about 20 minutes to turn up… no apologies.
We sat on the plane …and sat on the plane,. …meanwhile unbeknownst to us, Michael and his delightful partner Karen were watching our progress on their laptop in North Carolina airport and could see that we were on the plane but that it wasn’t moving. So they were thinking “What on earth are they doing? Why aren’t they moving?”
Well his guess would have been as good as ours as no-one told us why we were not moving.
Finally the plane took off and it only seemed like a few moments later it landed again. But that short trip had taken up 5 hours of our day.. It’s madness. Whatever this Hub system is for these enforced 2 part journeys the weary travellers of America should rebel and say… “No, this doesn’t do it for me”
No-one could ever convince me that it is either cost effective or saves time and money. I would have to say… “Who for?”
This is definitely one of those times where people need to speak up and say that it isn’t working for them, we are so used to being pushed around and told what will be happening that we have forgotten that we can say “No”… The ridiculous security is another thing too. Young mums struggling with a babe in arms and two little ones by their side trying to put back on shoes – pick up buggies – throw away a whole case full of organic drinks they have bought for their children at great cost for the journey – treated like criminals – it is all wrong.. Even more wrong is that our bodies are now either being subjected to X rays, which are not good for us or we have to agree to very intimate body searching… Surely now Bin Laden is gone, this madness can petre out and we can all go back to normal.
The Air Hostess said to Steve as we disembarked, ‘It’s no longer fun is it?.. All this is so traumatic”
I agree and I cannot imagine why anyone would want to do an Air-Hostessing job and I believe now that I no longer wish to fly. I used to so love it.
It is quicker to fly across the Atlantic than make a short hop journey in America. The stress is enormous. We didn’t get into our next home until 1.30 in the morning and our dear friend Mary had to wait up for us to let us in.
Mary is the most exquisite human being and just getting a giant hug from her, (she is a towering 6ft to my 5ft) that all the stress of the journey vanished. We were so pleased to see each other as 3 long years have passed since we last wre together… But I was aware that she had to get up in the morning to go to work. She is a Special Needs teacher and her school doesn’t close until the end of this week.
She then told us that she has to get up at 5.15 am so that she can be in work by 6 a.m to get the work done, necessary to teach. When I asked what time school started it was 7.30 and some children who are bussed in – as mostly all children are in this part of the U.S - have to be up and out at the same time as Mary.. 5.30!! O.M.G!! Could you imagine our spoiled kids who won’t walk the 5 minutes down the road to school in England being told they have to start their day with a 2-hour journey at 5.30? Then a 2 hour journey to get back home again…I am hugely defensive of teachers when I hear people say that “teachers have an easy life… and all those holidays!!….”
I don’t think so!
Teacher’s dedication is so incredible. Mary should have retired but she is keeping on for a little while longer. She herself has had some difficulties with the learning processes all her life, which makes the fact that she now teaches, so incredibly commendable. She is one of my life’s heroes next to Oprah who is always top of the list.. sorry second, next to my teacher Betty….
Our world is blessed by these amazing women.
Oh and Dolly Parton!!
Another one of my heroines.
Mary told me that Dolly, being bought up in these parts and coming from such an incredibly impoverished background, gives so much back to the community. She employs her entire family at her Dollywood venture… she gives everyone a great job and dignity in knowing they have work and that it is for such a lovely woman.
Dolly decided to start a campaign to help with the reading progress of the smallest children in this area. So when a child is born here, they can sign up for Dolly’s book programme. All the parents have to do is to just put the child’s name and address down and then a book a month will be sent to the family free of any charge until the child reaches school age, by which time she hopes that they have developed a great love of reading.
60 free books for every child before the age of 5. Amazing lady.
Firstly Steve and our friend Karen are now off to join Anne Cuvelier for their week at Monroe. We are driving there now. They will spend the week learning how to do out-of-body techniques and Remote Viewing … They will have a visit from Joe McMoneagle another of the original and probably the most successful men who were part of ‘The Men who stare at Goats’ programme. The director of Monroe is Skip Atwater who was the original designer of the Remote Viewing Military programme.
I am off to spend a week with my friends in North Carolina whom I adore. They have two new Yorkies so that should be fun and they are huge animal lovers, always attracting birds, deer and all other kinds of animals into their outside space, so I love being with them. The main thing I love is that they always have hummingbirds feeding outside their lounge windows…
When we got into South Carolina on Sunday at Mary’s, we went to sleep at 2 A.M. Steve had already slept all of Saturday in L.A., which meant we couldn’t go to the beach for our last day which made me a bit sad, but I thought he must need the rest. But from the 2.am he could not be roused at all the entire next day. He didn’t surface until 10 p.m. that night for just 20 minutes to grab a bite to eat and then he went back to sleep until the next morning. So in the two days he had slept for best part of 16 to 20 hours in each day.
During this time it was just as it is after an intense ET contact experience. I could not wake him at all, even if I shook him or stroked him, usually he wakes instantly if I do that. Also if I lifted his arm it was a total cold, dead weight. Only his very deep breathing kept me reassured he was still alive. I could tell that he was definitely not in his body at all. We had both been aware of a very bright light which came on in our Hotel room a few nights before, so I suppose there is every chance that he had some kind of experience. I’m sure his time at Monroe will enable him to access that memory if that was the case.
The next day on the 7 hour drive to Monroe he again slept for the whole time and he had no recall of the journey. So somehow he has missed an entire 4 days.
I think it is just total exhaustion from all that he has been doing, but I am prepared for some new information to emerge about where he might have been for the past 4 days whilst asleep.
He did have a memory of actually already being at Monroe, so that would have been in the future, and looking back to being at South Carolina and he also had a memory of being with people working on a labyrinth. There is one at Monroe along with an incredibly large pink crystal, which is by the side of a labyrinth portal in the grounds. This crystal – Rose Quartz - is over 8 foot tall. Michael also took us up to the original cabin which Bob Monroe built when he first bought the land on the top of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.. (there’s a great title for a song if ever I heard one!) .. and he lived in this cabin for a number of years and wrote books about his experience with involuntary Out-of-Body experiences. Then when he became famous he built a series of houses up there and they are all so exquisite and all in such incredible grounds that I could have moved in immediately.
So many people talk to us about starting communities for spiritual and like- minded people, well certainly here is the template.
It was hard to leave and in fact when Michael called for me to go I said I was not leaving as I liked it so much and was going to stay put!..
Steve is now in an environment where he is in a small cubicle, which he has to step into within a room, which contains two of these cubicles. Once inside they ‘zip’ up a curtain and block out all light and outside distraction. Then they continue listening to a programme of music and instruction, which has been geared to change their brain wave patterns. Through this, over the week, people have the most incredible experiences. They had phones, I pods, computers… ear plugs… etc taken off them for the week and there is no such thing as TV or radio. So no external distraction. There will be a lot of walking and sharing and good wholesome food and companionship so I think he will come back refreshed. His only reservation was that I was not with him, but as he won a scholarship to go and as the fees were so expensive, this is a one-off just for him.
I hope he will return able to keep awake and start again, because the day we leave he has to do a talk in the evening as we work our way back down again to South Carolina.
Meanwhile I am ensconced with two people who are spoiling me rotten and two new Yorkies to adore and cuddle. So far I have seen hummingbirds, stood and listened to a full repertoire of a Mockingbird, watched a fox walk under the window, admired massive bees and large butterflies and been fed wonderful food. I managed to sneak in a tiny bit of weeding as I so miss my garden but the temperature is so high I quickly came on back inside. I don’t think I can ever get used to ‘spring’ temperatures, which are in the 90’s. My only sadness is that the Cicadas emerged a few weeks ago and I missed them. They lay dormant for 13 years and then emerge and shed their skins. They are like a huge locust with red eyes and they make the most incredible racket. Then in one day they lay eggs which then bury into the soil to go asleep for another 13 years and the parents die.
Who tells them when it is time to wake up and go reproduce?
Do we have an alarm clock that accurate?
How can something so tiny make so much noise? No responses here please for any Mum with a new baby!! I’m talking about the insect world.
But sometimes I just wonder… ‘What is the point of that?’ To just live for a day, make a lot a racket and keep people awake and then to die.
I was told the noise was so loud that it was impossible to make any phone calls…..
Aaahhh, I begin to see a good use for Cicadas…….
I took two wonderful phone calls today,, the first was from the amazingly kind and caring Tom in Texas – (he of the two-step hats)…who thought that I was on my own in a Hotel whilst Steve did his Monroe week and so he and Candace wanted to bring me to their farm to be with them and not be on my own and the second was from my daughter. (I don’t miss my home but I do miss my children.. understandably I suppose.)
Once again I am so blown away by this incredible kindness and care that American people show to us on this journey and the generosity of spirit …
Lots of love
Annie
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Another restroom story – (I know you have been missing them!)
Well, a couple actually.
In one of the conference restrooms the toilet door was a venetian blind type door, which meant you could see through it. Now the toilet doors already do not fit at either side so there is an 1” gap either side of the door so see through and all doors are short so you can see what is going on with feet. When I asked my companion why they would have a see-through door the only thing she could think of was for ‘ventilation’ but with a total open top, bottom and sides! that didn’t ring true for me.
Then the Magic Castly loo-walls were completely covered from head to floor with images of Houdini and other kinds of magicians which made it hard to leave as I was so busy reading.
I also couldn’t get anyone to explain the term ‘Restroom’ instead of Toilets because even though I am encountering so many wonderful and quirky additions inside the toilet area, curtains, things to read, footstools etc so far I have not found a bed or a sofa. So the term remains a mystery.
Now many people know that I affect machinery. If I get near electrical things they won’t work. It is an incredible nuisance, especially when I am in the Restroom and the water for washing hands is turned on by you waving your hands under it, as is also the paper dispenser. I stand there waving like mad and they stay silently non co-operative. Now… however… as soon as I sit down on the toilet and look forward to that lovely relief of doing a tinkle.. the toilet flushes on me.
Yipes… I have only just sat down and here it goes… flushing… very disconcerting.
So as it happened again this morning I suddenly realized that I have the adverse affect on electricals from my rear end and make them active when they shouldn’t be..
Now I understand why they say it is a Topsy Turvy world….
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