Your Very Own Spiritual Coach

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Secrets of Achievement &

Change With Spirituality Coaching…

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With Spiritual/Intuitive Counselor, Psychic/Medium: Angela Theresa Egic.

 

Do you have something you want to change or achieve in your life (rapidly)? Perhaps you’d like to …

* Start Your Acting/Creative Career.

* Start Your Spiritual Business.
* Find New Love.
* Change Careers
* Lose Weight.
* Find/Work With Your Spirit Guide.
* Know The Archangels To Increase Income/Health

* Or something else?

No matter what you’d like to change, achieve, find peace, the secrets to success are the same . . .cropped-cropped-theatretix_googleimages001.jpg

1) Get clear on exactly what you want. The more clear you are on what you want to have in your life, the more likely you will achieve it!

2) Get perspective. Most people don’t tell anyone what they want or what they are struggling with and because of that they don’t get the needed perspective.

3) Get support. We all thrive more when working with another. The top people in their field, from Actors to Sports Stars have coaches.

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This Special 1-Hour
“Rapid Change/Spiritual Coaching Session” is now available for $111.00. Usually $222.00 1/2 Off

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Do you hcropped-book_twinflames001.jpgave something important you’d like to change?

If you want to speed up your success rate, then I’d like to help you do it with a special one-on-one personal “Rapid Change Spiritual” coaching session where we’ll work together to …

 

>> Create a crystal clear vision for “ultimate success” so you know exactly what you want, where you are headed, and what you need to make it happen.

>> Uncover hidden challenges that may be sabotaging your ability to make changes that last or that are slowing down your progress.

 >> After this session, you’ll be renewed, re-energized, and inspired to finally achieve the change you seek; once and for all!

If you’d like to take advantage of this very special, very limited, and at the lowest price, 1-Hour “Rapid Change Spiritual” coaching session, send your answers to the following questions to AngelAura28@yahoo.com.

1) What do you want most to change today?

2) Have your tried to change this before?
a) Did you read or follow Law of Attraction book(s)?
3) What have you attempted in the past that didn’t work?
4) Why do you think it didn’t work?
5) On a scale of 0–10, how important is it for you to achieve change today?
6) What other areas of your life do you want to change (or improve) — if any?
7) Full Name
8) EMail Address (for invoice for your session)
9) Phone #

10) Time Zone.

Which areas would you like most to work on:

** Business
** Weight Loss.
** Relationship (get into one)
** Relationship (Improve the one you’re in)
** Lead a more spiritual life
** Career Change.
** Other

>> Please indicate…

Since we’re making this offer for the first time right now and we don’t know how intense the response will be, we can’t guarantee a coaching session for everyone.

We’ll take as many people as we can and then start a waiting list. You can expect to receive an invoice to book your session within the next 5 days.

Again, to take advantage of this offer, simply answer the questions and send them to: AngelAura28@yahoo.com

Respond now to make sure you get a session.

Or go to http://www.gofundme.com/HireANGELA for more specials.

Improve Your Gifts: Psychic, Medium, Spirituality

You do have psychic abilities . . . and I want to guide you to enhance and develop your gifts even further! I help develop your gifts – speaking telepathically and as a medium, with spirit guides, angels, loved one’s on the Other Side and the living, without fear.

** Like meyou can help law enforcement agencies find missing children.

** Like meyou can bring comfort and closure to those who have lost loved one’s.

**Like meYou can advise your family and friends, how to recognize or prepare for opportunities coming, or avoid pitfalls coming toward them.

** From me…You will also learn to use all your gifts . . . clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience and reading auras!

$300.00 for twelve (12) weeks . . .via PayPal Mention this advertisement and get all twelve (12) classes for only $250.00!

Every week, you will receive:

*** ONE TIME ONLY (first class): Your own notebook [in your favorite color]: Handouts each and every week

*** A two-hour class with me . . .

*** Hands-on classes and homework to enhance that weeks’ area of study . . .

*** E-Mail any questions, as they come up to me, at AngelAura28@yahoo.com

*** Free insights from me during class!

Contact me today to sign up at: AngelAura28@yahoo.com Please put “Psychic Class” in the subject line and/or go here: http://www.facebook.com/PsychicANGELA

All classes are non-refundable.

If you miss one or more, we can arrange to make them up on a convenient schedule for both you and I.

Send Me An Angel: Seeking Faith

My religion is a religion of sharing, not of following. It is a religion of LOVE.

 ~Osho

NOTE: https://angelaura28.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/gods-unconditional-love-and-its-conditions/

Age 10

When I was ten years old, I was learning about the real meaning of faith. Our little A-frame church had a tapestry above the pulpit, in bold purple letters, stating that the “greatest virtue of them all” was faith.

I asked my mother, father and my Sunday School teacher to explain to me exactly what faith meant.

The answer was clear; to know, deep in your heart, that your belief is true.

All my life, up to that point, my upbringing told me to believe in God, Christ and Heaven. As far as I could remember, I had never actually seen or heard any one of them. Sure, I was beginning to understand that a beautiful day was God, my mother’s beautiful singing was God and Jesus was always with me. I had no proof. Nothing tangible.

As for Heaven . . . what did I know of this? It was in the sky and everything there; including my grandparents, are happy, safe and live in bliss. I wasn’t sure, exactly, what that meant, though.

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Every night, of course, I said my prayers and according to our minister, I could pray for whatever I wanted. I asked for a sign. A sign to let me know, without doubt, that Jesus was really there. That He was really true and not just in my imagination.

You see, I had prayed for quite a few things and many of them didn’t come to me. I prayed a lot, too. Also, as my mother taught me, I was grateful for all the things I did have or received. Still, if God could do everything, and I had faith, how come not everything happened as I prayed?

What I wanted most, though, was true faith. I wanted so much to believe. And I was finding that very difficult because I couldn’t see God, Jesus or even Heaven. I saw the sky, no doubt, but I didn’t see my grandparents or my Uncle Pete who was the first person I ever knew to die. He died when I was seven years old. One night, about a year after he died, Mom and I saw Uncle Pete and his truck on the side of the road. We both saw him clearly and he waved at us! When we turned around and went back, there was no truck and no Uncle Pete. Thus, to my mind, he wasn’t in Heaven; he was there, in Phoenix, AZ, waving at us!

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My nightly ritual continued, asking God and Jesus for a sign. Sometimes I would ask them for a specific sign and I often got it. For example, I’d admonish, “If you’re really there, make my curtains move!” And they did!

Nevertheless, I wanted something a little more obvious, unmistakable. Perhaps, the air conditioner was making my curtains move? I prayed.

One Wednesday afternoon, Mom and I went to the church so she could rehearse her solo for the next Sunday. The organist, Marie, was there before we arrived and the three of us moved to the front pew. My mother and Marie, at the organ, began the rehearsal. I was drawing pictures on a sketch pad, and periodically looking up to the large brown cross hovering over the altar above the pulpit.

It was a good time to talk to God and repeat my prayer for a sign.

About that time, a huge breeze swept up the aisle between the pews and whipped my hair into my face. An impossibility as we were far into the church, and the only doors were too far way to create such a huge gush of air.

Nevertheless, I thought Mom and Marie had felt it too. I figured they must’ve noticed; it was so strong! I also thought the minister had come in and somehow created the wind tunnel.

As I, alone, turned to see where the wind came from, at the back pew I saw an angel!!!

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She, at least that’s what I assumed, was floating several inches above the ground; looking up at the cross and going towards it. She was completely white from head to toe with a flowing gown and glistening white all around her. Not really wings, more like a gossamer aura encompassing her whole being. In her clasped hands, she held a candle with a flickering pure white flame.

I was staring, in awe, at her. I felt paralyzed. Inside my mind, my mother warned me about doubting saying it wasn’t right. Part of me thought God was punishing me by scaring me so much.

As that thought crossed my mind, though, the gentle and beautiful angel looked at me, smiled at me with a nod of her head and the message I heard in the Christmas story came into my whole body. “Be not afraid, my child.”

Immediately, I could move again and a tremendous feeling of love and peace came over me. My angel continued on her journey toward the cross and disappeared just above the pulpit.

I put my head against my mother’s comforting shoulder and cried . . . for happiness. I now had complete faith. I knew I was not alone and am protected and guided.

It took a while to tell my mother the whole story as I was in a blissful place for a day or two. When I told her about my angel, she believed me. It made me happy as I had often been scolded for having too big of an “imagination” and often buzzing out in school to daydream. It was incredible to be believed and accepted for my gifts, when that wasn’t always the case.

My mother or Marie did not see or feel anything. My mother, to this day, tells me that the angel was there for me and that is why only I was able to see her. Yet, she still believes me!

A blessing indeed!

Where’s My Stuff?

We all have those days . . .

even us who teach, follow and love the law of attraction, positive-thinking and being as appreciative and/or as grateful as Oprah Winfrey.

Yet, there are those days when we don’t want advice . . .[because we do not have what Oprah Winfrey has…yet.]

We don’t want someone else’s idea of a solution, well…unless it is a direct solution!

For example:

  • If you’re a publisher and are offering me $50,000 + advance to write my book — then yes, contact me.
  • If you are a CEO or HR of an office here in New York (I am a Legal Secretary/Administrative Assistant — the skills to do
    the work) and you are willing to hire me at $40,000 + a year (without a degree) at your law office or Hedge Fund or Fortune 500 businessyou should, indeed, contact me.
  • If you’re a Broadway, Television or Film Producer/Casting Director offering me a role and/or my SAG or Equity Card, paid-in-full by you or the production company: (I’m a very talented actress/singer) — we can talk.
  • If you’re a Publicist/Manager that books Psychic/Medium talents on cruises, seminars, etc. and pay me a few thousand, and fly me from place to placewe can talk.

I have skills, I have worked and worked my law of attraction and deserve any one or all of the aboveand am, perhaps on the brink of getting one or all of themfeeling frustrated my stuff has not arrived. In fact, things are going downhill. And yes, it is often darkest before the light. Nevertheless, my speaking out is not your chance to swoop in and offer me advice. I’m not asking  and am not receptive to it when I reach this point. Of course, I will get over it . . . yes, it will pass . . . just let me have my moment.

I posted my frustration . . . my truth . . . to get it off my chest on Facebook. Then, someone had the nerve to private message me with a few words: “You’re going thru a rough time, tell me more about yourself.”

A person I’ve never met or heard of; it is NOT a true interest in me I learn when I click on his name. His page is ONLY one large advertisement about how to make $2,500 or more a week. Obviously, his sudden curiosity about me is to SELL me his solution. I am NOT seeking his solution. Further investigation, to a website, is more of him offering his classes, so he can make the money I’m seeking, to TEACH me how to make the money I’m seeking with HIS BUSINESS.

When you’re selling, a business, that is not one of my preferred businesses’; I prefer you do not contact me. If you can give me a DIRECT link to doing the businesses I am skilled in, trained in and ready to work in … without me investing MONEY to you, “Yes, hire me, I’m in!”

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Otherwise, send me no more business or marketing ideas. No Avon, or Amway, or anything similar, or paying you for training. [With the exception of scrapbooking! I love scrapbooking!]

Now, if you have a scholarship/grantwith seed money and your business is FREE to join, completely freeI’d consider it.

I owe the IRS $12,000 — Student Loans of about $1,000 (only).

I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANY BUSINESSES BESIDES Acting, Singing, Writing, Psychic/Medium work. Tour Guide and/or, Administrative Assistant/Legal Secretaryor MONEY, a grant (?!) to start one of those or all of those as a business. I’d also consider teaching acting/drama to kids; if you’ll hire me without a teaching degreeor any degree. I nearly have an AA in Theatre.

Of course, also, if you’d like to invest in theatre: For $150,000 or more, I will help you produce a play and  I will star in itif you wish to invest in a theatre production.

Contact me for that, for sure.

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To be clear: DO NOT CONTACT ME for any other type of business or investment. I have NO MONEY to invest even in my headshots.

Now, if you’d like to support me, pay for my headshots, rent and transportation for a few months I will be glad to hear from you, in those cases. As long as it is legal, moral and safe to all involved.

If you want me to pay you for training, a business opportunity in something I do not want to domulti-level marketing, sales, on-line crapDO NOT CONTACT ME.

At this point in my life . . . I visualize, intend and need to make a GOOD living doing what I love. Perhaps, I’m stubborn and am hoping the Universe, or someone, will realize my talent(s) by giving me the job I deserve with the pay I deserve.

My life has been focused on performing arts, particularly acting through theatre. I feel by now, I deserve to make a great living as a theatre actor/singer. Of course, many people have this dream. That saidI’ve paid my dues, over and over . . . many times.

Now, where’s my stuff?

Certainly, too, I do enjoy helping others. I have calculated, many times, what I need to keep me alive.

Basic Level: $1,200 monthly

This level of income, guaranteed, will keep me alive with the basics: For rent, food and other essentials from toiletries to paying a few smaller bills. In my Psychic/Medium business, I can make this much or more. Nevertheless, and unfortunately, I would need to guarantee four to five readings a week at my special price: $75.00.

Thus, I had to get this off my chest . . .

Today I am frustrated:

There are things I need immediately and/or want:

  • Regular clients [for Psychic/Medium Readings] booked up to two months pre-paid at the beginning of the week, at four per week.
  • A job acting and singing in a Broadway show, eight shows a week.
  • My SAG/AEA cards to work professionally on stage, and in television/film
  •  $15.00 >> Pick up my laundry
  • $15.00 >> Prilosec
  • $14.00 >> Due to roommate for Prilosec last week
  • $160.00 >> Electric: My share of the bill
  • $70.00 >> Spending $$ @ ten dollars a day
  • $50.00 + >> Groceries
  • $59.00 >> To joinCurvesand begin losing weight
  • $283.00 >> To pay my cell phone and get service back
  • $100.00 >> Get my hair permed, to feel better about myself

So, basic and/or wants for one week.

In the meantime, I have a right to be frustrated, angry . . . please stop telling me to calm down, or buck up. I am having a moment. Let me know it and offer only that which is tangible: i.e, you need a reading? Right now, for you, only $75.00, my regular price is $100.00.

Contact me at: AngelAura28@yahoo.com

Put “Blog SPECIAL” in the subject line

>> I will invoice you for $75.00. Once it’s paid, I will email you to book a time, date and place for your Psychic/Medium Reading.

From Facebook: Whale or Mermaid

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.

They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.

They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?

They would have no sex life and could not bear children.

Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.

And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.

French Model: Tara Lynn

 

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn’t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.

We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.

Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: “How amazing am I ?! “

 

 >> This article was on facebook (It was attributed to Delphine Fieberg (http://facebook.com/kwebekwe). She may have merely reprinted it and may be or may not be the writer.  I wrote her asking permission to repost this. I did not hear back and decided it was worth the repost to encouage us plus size ladies. <<

God’s Unconditional Love And Its Conditions

VISIONS: A Psychic/Medium Views on Organized Religion

By Angela Theresa Egic

I believe in the Bible . . . I believe it was written by men who had low opinions of women (most of them), nearly 100 years after Jesus walked around and said incredible things . . . I believe the stories were worded by the authors, to express their bias opinion, most of the time. In short, how they interpreted the words of a man some 100-years passed on and his words handed down from mouth to mouth to mouth. I know God/Source didn’t write it. Sure it’s in-spired! BUT, so is every book written before, during or after the time of the many scrolls of the Bible!

And, yes, there are incredible things in the Bible (and other books) — which probably should be heeded, are comforting and are good rules to live by. Yet, the Bible still allows that if a woman marries and she is found to not be a virgin, she can be stoned to death. A man, on the other hand, by Bible rules, has all the rights.

I also like to quote and sometimes try to live by the words and examples of Dr. Wayne Dyer, Doreen Virtue, Goethe, Shakespeare, some of the men in the Bible, Sylvia Browne and Julia Cameron, my mother, my father. Number one, though, I live by the beliefs and values of myself. I have valid points.

Nevertheless, I do not agree with every single word that came from my mother, Dr. Wayne Dyer or any of my guru’s. They, too, have opinions of which I do not agree. Many I do.

I have strong feelings about religion, the dogma – I enjoy some ritual(s) and/or rites developed by the churches and/or other spiritual practices and religions; some are valid for me and some is just not my cup of tea; because I can think. Much of it is ridiculous to an intelligent mind.

As much as I believe in a Higher Power, which is not some man in the sky…I know we are part of it; in fact, we are it — along with the plants, animals, soul strength and every other living source or being on the earth, and beyond the earth. Yes, we are G.O.D.; we are of the energy that surrounds the Universe.

One of my guru’s gave me the greatest explanation:

G.O.D., the Universe, Source is a beautiful cloud; then, when we incarnate, we are the drops of rain and pieces of cloud that come down here to experience physical life. We are the bravest souls! Truly, living a life incarnate where there is pain, horror, judgment and illness is a brave adventure for any soul to take on!

The only true judgment, of course, is when we crossover and we, our self, review our lifetime. I often say that hell is living here, on earth, and having to put up with the proselytizing groups trying to save my soul! If heaven is filled with these pests, I’d rather be in hell with the fun people!

My relatives, strangers and friends – of the dogmatic sects of Christianity; including my own mother – have verbally attacked me, argued and mostly judged me: I suspect, they feel they must “spread the Gospel” according to their standard and make me comply. Otherwise, they have not done their job to raise me, teach me and guide me to be a docile follower such as they are!

No, thank you!

Why I’m always amazed at the closed-minded fundamentalist’s attitudes of my very family? I’ve seen those very beliefs drive people to depression, suicide, mental illness and unhappy lives. When I was a Sunday School teacher, I became a very depressed, anorexic mess who nearly died at the age of 20-years-old!

If it’s a sin to be who you really are – faggot, dyke, single, slutty, childless, and psychic, actor, musician, and artist – then, let me be the sinner! As long as I can be who I am, then, fuck anyone who wants to tell me different. As long as my actions do not break the laws of the lands [murder, embezzlement, rape, robbery, abuse]; well, who are you, or them, to judge?

As the song in the musical, Rent tells us, “It’s between God and me!”

The proselytizing assholes in the tunnel at Port Authority, spouting their fire and brimstone, how we are all such vile sinners; drawings of people with bandages on every limb, walking with crutches to illustrate how not following “their way” leads to dis-ease, abuse and plague upon your very body – make me want to beat some sense into them! Their promises are not very inviting … if this “God” they’re selling me is going to do that to me for not following, or questioning; well, he’s a fucking bully!!! I don’t give in to bully’s!

Now, my proselytizing relatives . . . they’re of the sect that leaves no room for psychic gifts, those who speak to the dead or angels, at least, those of us who hear them! Yes, I have relatives who are exceptions to the rule; yet, we probably fit on one hand. Most of my relatives are “God-fearing”. I have never, nor ever will, understand being afraid of an unconditional loving source. If He, it or they love us unconditionally, why should we “fear” them! I fear living human beings with knives, guns and an agenda of war, forcing change and judging us who are different. Even my relatives who think it is their job to “save me.” When such zealous types get too much into religion, and they feel one is a sinner, they often feel justified in destroying the sinner’s physical body to save their soul.

My relatives may not murder me, yet, similar to the zealots who shoot doctors who perform abortions – claiming it was God who told them they could because they are “saving lives”, when really they took a life that had been here for 30 to 80-years and not a few weeks in the womb – Bible-thumpers — who are usually men – and think, once again, it is their right to put their finger, or other parts, in my vagina and in those of all other women; I know I want no part of such closed-minded, single-minded, stupid nonsense.     My relatives, and others, seem to want to kill my joy, murder my spirituality and call it sin – when it hurt no human or animal, it brings joy and guidance to millions. My gifts and my beliefs are for all…unconditional, safe and non-judgmental. We don’t proselytize, force or threaten you with fire, brimstone, stoning, hatred, anger for not complying with our ways. We guide, love you and let you choose your path. We don’t sick Satan on you or dis-ease. We enlighten, we guide if asked. Unlike those who want to call me “mislead” or “sinner” or “wrong” or “damned.”

So be it, then, my cousins and aunts, and uncles – then, all right I am damned. I will be in hell with all the Broadway stars, the gifted healers, psychics, mediums; pets – the homosexuals, the transgendered, the party-singles, the sexually fun, all the entertainers – bound to be fun!

In case, it wasn’t clear, hell doesn’t exist, either. This punishment my family fears doesn’t exist, anyway, not like they talk. Hell is here, a hell we chose – brave souls being inside a human body that can feel pain, emotion, physical and mental pain.

Death is not punishment, it is freedom! The soul is free, once again. It’s beautiful! I speak from experience, too! I had a near-death experience when I was 15-years-old. It is not, at all, what religious groups think it is – a punishment; it is a gift to return to our true essence.

We all go there! At least, if we do not purposely hurt others and are generally doing the best we know. For those who do purposely hurt others – as in murderers, rapists, embezzlers and perhaps those trying to force their beliefs on us – they do get judged, they judge themselves; with a group of souls who want to help.

Enlightened souls, us who are true to who we are in this life, get choices – we can come back here, if we choose or learn more. That’s heaven, having a choice. Hell is not having a choice of whether to come back here – to live in a human body; lower souls, who hurt others on purpose, have to come back. They get no choice. Which, all right…yes. Hell.

To my relatives, friends and those who wish to judge me. Keep it to yourself! Say no prayers for me, as I don’t need those types of prayers.

If you pray for me . . . you are welcome to pray for me to have abundance, love, light and joy in my life. Pray for me and all others to be able to freely be who we are, all the time, without judgment, without hatred, without prejudice from you or others.

Otherwise, say no prayers for me. My soul is saved, by me . . . and the angels, guides, saints, the Gods, Buddha, Allah, Jesus, the Powers-That-Be, Source, those who have passed-on, unconditional love and self-love (confidence).

As for what I am: I am spiritual, I am Christian, I am Atheist, I am Buddhist, , I am Jewish, I am Islamic, I am Muslim, I am Gay, I am Straight, I am Transgendered, I am Woman, I am Man, I am me, I am, I am God, I am Jesus, I am the Chosen One, I am a Psychic, I am a Medium, I am alone, I am you, I am all that is, I am the wind, I am the water, I am them, I am us, I am an actor, I am a singer, I am the animals . . . and I am all of that and none of those!

I just am!

BOOK YOUR READING: Psychic/Medium, Angela Theresa

Hello my friends . . .

Book your readings today . . . there’s so much to learn:

“You’re Fine, Its Benign”

My new rhyme: You’re fine, its benign!”

To all of you, I’d like to send out the call for you all to memorize this rhyme and see my doctor saying it to me . . . as often as you think of me, imagine my doctor smiling (laughing even) and saying this rhyme. You see, something has occurred, as you can tell from this posting.

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I was scared to post this before as if this is the post of person about to go through something tragic. For all my law of attraction, positive changes in my life, I have to experience this?! I’ve been a bit angry these past few weeks about it, too.

Nevertheless, had my consultation with the breast specialist, yesterday. Needle biopsy is scheduled and all results were reviewed.

How it happened?

Back around January 2011, I had my mammogram and admittedly, it had been a few years . . . since 2006. I only had the films, though, from 1999. I have very large, dense breasts and fibroid cystic condition. When my breasts were much smaller, at the age of 20-years-old (they grew after that, by the way) — I had a cyst the size and hardness of a baseball. It [the cyst] was removed and found benign. My mammograms are hard to read.

Anyway, in January 2011, my mammogram showed a lot of “calcium clusters” and proved, once again, how dense my breasts are. Nevertheless, the calcium clusters, upon closer inspection by the doctor were deemed benign; but, there were a lot in the left breast and I was told to get the left breast done again six months later (instead of a year).

Seven months later, as I never found my May appointment — the calcium clusters were still there — and then, a new group of clustering!!! And this time, it was not round and deemed “abnormal”. Thus, I was referred to a ‘Breast Specialist’. And I saw her yesterday.

I learned, there are two kinds of breast calcium clusters:

Macrocalcifications: These are coarse calcium deposits and are usually representative of degeneration of the breasts, either due to inflammation, injuries or aging of the breast arteries. Such calcifications are generally benign and are usually found in women over the age of 50.

>> This is the kind I had in January 2011. Even though I am NOT over 50 or even 50-years-old yet, they’re there. Guess my breasts are aging, swelling or whatever.

Then, there’s this:

Microcalcifications: This type of calcification is found as tiny specks of calcium in the breast. A cluster is an area where there is a proliferation of many microcalcifications. Such clusters may be cancerous. Breast microcalcifications are not felt on self breast examination. When a mammogram shows a spot of calcium buildup, it is called a microcalcification.

By itself, microcalcification is not a cause for worry as it can occur due to many reasons, not always cancerous. It is when these micarocalcifications in the breast appear in tight clusters of irregular shapes that they become cause for concern.

>> Apparently, this is what has occurred, suddenly, after seven months I’ve gotten this type of irregular-shaped clusters.

The worst case scenario, of course, is malignancy. The doctor informed me, though, mine is so early, so small and we cannot feel it which, she said, is “good” it would be treatable, very treatable.

Still, my friends, please talk to Archangel Raphael, Archangel Michael and all the healing angels to be with me. And see the words: BENIGN.

NEEDLE BIOPSY: July 14th, 2011

RESULTS: July 20th, 2011 (or around that area)

Of course, my rhyme . . .You’re fine, its benign!”

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa

SCAM ARTISTS BEWARE: Cyncial Bitch Here

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By Angela Theresa Egic

If I see one more talk show [i.e. Dr. Phil] that features a woman falling victim to some man on a dating site – losing her heart or her cash or both – and that woman says, “Any woman would’ve fallen for that/him, etc. . . .”

I’m going to book a flight to the city, ask the show to find this woman and I’m going to smack her in the face, telling her, “Speak for yourself, freak!”

No, I don’t condone violence. But, foolish women, STOP SPEAKING FOR ME. No, I would not fall for that, or him! I don’t believe most of the men I meet in person who wax poetic on my ass, or my face, for that matter.

And why is it always a woman like me – overweight, middle-aged and single?

Wait, I can answer that one, at least, part of it. Why these scam artists choose . . . them (us). They’ve [scam artists] emailed me, private messaged me on Facebook, contacted me on dating sites.

Difference is, I give women like myself a good name. I don’t fall for it! Why are you?! You’re making us look stupid.

Of course, maybe many woman of my description are stupid, or lack confidence, and want to believe every manufactured word some random stranger – claiming to be an eligible male – utters in an email, text, Facebook, twitter or on the phone.

Sorry, I don’t believe in love at first text, email or even love at first sight. Never have. Never will. Let me explain that I know “attraction at first sight” or “lust at first sight” certainly does exist and is alive and present. Nevertheless, love? Love is precious, it must build. It may be with someone you’re immediately attracted to, also. Still, as Dr. Phil states, wisely: Don’t marry him or her until you’ve seen them with the flu. [Although, since I take a flu shot every year, this may not apply for me.]

Do I know what true love is? I will say I do. I heard it somewhere, felt it many times and still have it for each and every man I’ve dated and/or loved.

True love – I do not remember where I read it or heard it – is “wanting the other person’s good.” Unconditional. Even if the other person’s good is to NOT be with you. If you truly love someone you would want them to be happy in their life, with or without you. Thank you, Bono!

Romantic love, on the other hand is veryconditional”. You want that person with you, and only you. You want only that person. You call him or her your soulmate, your other half. You feel your life will never be complete without him or her in your very life, your grip. Conditional. Fun, yes! Wonderful, yes – if she or he reciprocates that love. Miserable — if they do not or cannot.

No way can that conditional type of love be proven by a voice on the phone of someone you’ve never laid eyes on; not in real life, at least. What is their body language when in a room with you? Does their very smell turn you on, or off? You cannot know unless you have met in person!

Yes, there have been stories of romance found on the internet.

Yet, if someone contacts you, in New York, and says he’s from New Jersey, but doing his engineering work in Nepal [this type approached me on email once] – with no specific return date; no banks in sight; wants to spend his life with you; thinks you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world (even though you’ve never met in person) . . . RUN AWAY! This is a scam artist, a fake and you are one of many they find on dating sites!

This person contacting you, with all the pretty words, is married or living with someone, or a woman (and you think it’s a man), or a horny teenager who can write maturely.

American Ladies: No matter how lonely you are – no matter how sure you are that no man in your area of the world is going to treat you well . . . stop making us the laughing-stock of the scam world, as these scam artists count the money you send them for their airplane tickets (to meet you) or start your life together! It’s a lie! A con!

Learn the difference between being alone and loneliness. You are complete, as you are. A man should ADD to your already incredible life not make it happy [It should already be happy]. It’s not his job! It’s the best job, the most rewarding, to find your own happiness. You have complete control of this.

The control is your thoughts, your feelings. You don’t have to blame anyone, nor yourself. Just change your mind.

 

Clicking on my photos often leads to links.

A habit is a thought you think over and over again. It doesn’t make it true. Yet, we believe it’s true, because we think it over and over. Step one is to note your negative thoughts:

Thought one: No man will love me because I’m fat.
Now ask yourself, logically: Is this true?
Answer: NO, many fat women have husbands, lovers, lives, and joy.
 
 Thought two: There no love after 40.
Question: Is this true?
Answer: Of course not! People fall in love into their 90s! [FACT: A constant problem in most old age homes is keeping the men and women from having sex, or trying to, at least!]

Also, you attract to yourself what you believe about yourself. You can find a man, once you realize, you don’t truly need one to be fulfilled in life. In fact, most people find the very thing you want (be it a man, a job) etc., comes when you realize and recognize you are happy as you are, at this very moment.

Find the things, people to appreciate right now. Start with what you appreciate about YOU.

Not saying I’m perfect, either. We’re all a work in progress and no one reaches perfection. Nevertheless, I appreciate my body because it is functioning. I can walk, I can type, I can use all my limbs and even though I’m plump – for the most part, I’m pretty damn healthy!

As for my love lifeit’s a little boring. I was masturbating awhile back and my hand fell asleep! Still, I have my hands for that and many other purposes, even if it [my hand] or they [other limbs] fall asleep once in a while. I have them!

For those men out there, now madly in love with me – and I am an incredible girlfriend [I must admit] – you must live here [New York] or be wealthy enough, at my beck and call – to get on a plane [first class] and meet me at Starbucks in Chelsea at 4:00 pm next Thursday for our first half hour date.

If that goes well, we will arrange for a dinner date the next couple of days or the next week.

Then, and only then, after some in-person dates/discussions – we will see if I’m willing to do a long-distance dating thing, temporarily! We can then talk about texting, emailing, facebooking, etc.

Still, I like my men LIVE FROM NEW YORK CITY! At least, while I still live here.

Here’s an article and what the scam artists feel about us!

 

Click on the photos for the actual website and article.

Curry Chronicles: Meeting The Man — Part II

DISCLAIMER: These are my experiences, shared by me, as they happened to me. People in these true event(s), may not remember them in the same way. Certain facts can be agreed upon by all parties, nevertheless. I met Tim Curry, in New York, on August 28, 1987. Beyond that, I do not, in any way, suggest, hold or express that anyone else experienced this event in any paranormal, psychic or unusual way. That is how my experience of the event(s) happened, though.

MEETING THE MAN

By Angela Theresa Egic

I laugh and think to myself “Did I say that out loud? [Pause] My God, I did!”

Then, I realize Tim is moving closer and closer to me, and due to the natural body space thing – I back away a little. Again, not that I mind that he is closing in on me, but it is getting difficult to see his face as he is very close indeed. Besides I try to get a look at his crotch [pay back is a bitch]. When I finally take a big step back and get a good look “there” it’s a total loss. His pants are very loose in the front and what I want to see is not visible in the baggy pants.

I must’ve looked very disappointed, Tim seems hurt at my expression.

To comfort him, I get out two words, “Loose pants.”

Tim laughs that laugh. I’m a bit embarrassed that twice now, I’ve been so bold.

To cover my embarrassment, more words come pouring out of my mouth a mile a minute. “When is Me and My Girl opening? Where? Can I get your addre . . . er, I mean . . .your autograph?”

Tim laughs at my little blunder and nods yes about the autograph.

Since I am empty-handed; my backpack with pens and autograph book on the nearby bench, he eyes me and waits without a word.

His patient glance jolts me to attention, I nervously giggle and say, “Oh yeah, sorry, let me get the autograph book!” As I walk to my bag — a fun idea occurs to me.

Liz is still on the phone.

Hey Tim!” I am surprised at my familiarity. “You wanna really freak somebody out?”

Tim gets this sinister gleam in his eye, as only he can do, and says “Yeah!”

Wow, he is exactly as I imagined — fun and playful!

Hardly believing it, I instruct him, “Go pick up that phone over there and say ‘Hello Liz’!”

Tim beams and walks right over to the pay phone, picks it up, and says “Hello Liz!”

My jaw must’ve been on the floor. I smile to myself thinking, “Wow! Tim listens to me!”

I pull out the book for him to sign he is still having a little conversation with Liz.

As I approach, he excuses himself graciously from Liz, gently lays the phone where I had left it, and gives me his full-undivided attention. All right, I am the only one there at this point, too!

He signs thoughtfully, thinking about what he was writing. I continue talking. Tim takes in every word and responds to my questions. After he finishes signing, he closes the book and hands it to me.

Tim waits, I thank him and he continues to stand there.

Finally running out of words, Tim still there, I tell him, “Oh, I am going to see Blue Money this weekend!”

Sounding excited, Tim responds, “Oh, is that out here now?!”

Then I make a huge mistake, I confess, “I just saw Times Square! I really like it!”

Tim rolls his eyes, then sarcastically informs me, “Oh that is my LEAST favorite!”

Uncomfortable at my blunder, “Oh well, I guess I said the wrong thing! I am a writer, Tim, and you should have been in it more!”

TC is now acting like I’m an annoying child; no longer smiling he’s being so very professional.

I hate it. Moments ago, he was so fun, playing with me verbally. Now he was so standoffish.

I had to make up to him fast . . . I need him to remember me, notice me! What can I say now? Oh, of course, let me follow-up with what I know.

Oh, by the way, how is your niece, Tim? I heard she was sick.” I meant it, too, I did want to know how it turned out.

TC completely came out of his momentary stoic attitude; reaching for my hand, I think, with a few tears in his eyes, “Oh my God, she was so sick. I am so worried about her!”

Did she see a doctor?”

Very worried, Tim tells me, “No, she refuses to go . . . says she doesn’t need one!”

I tried to reassure him, “It’s been very hot here. She probably just was overheated.”

Do you think so?” He earnestly asks me.

“Yes, definitely, “ I honestly share, “it happens to me a lot in this humidity.”

Tim and I are friends again!

“Can I please get a picture? I brought my camera.” Tim didn’t look particularly pleased with this request. I quickly added, “Oh, I want to be in it too!”

Tim laughed and agreed, “Oh, sure!”

Like a perfect cue, Tim’s friend, an older British gentleman with curly gray hair, comes out of the hallway and tells TC it is time to go.

Tim calls out, “Perry, will you take a picture for this girl here?”

Another Perry! My friend, Perry, was the one who told me about Tim and his niece at Dreamgirls.

Tim’s friend, Perry, says sure, and asks me to show him how to work my camera.

TC winks at Perry and comes to stand beside me. Tim and Perry are having some sort of secret non-verbal conversation about me, as I was to find out.

Tim and I stand side by side. Tim grins at Perry, not even turning toward me. I lift my hand, behind TC, and start to put it on his shoulder, I get cold feet and put my arm down to my side. Before I can think about the chance I’ve just lost — to actually touch him; Tim GRABS ME AND PULLS ME AGAINST HIS LEFT SIDE! HARD!

I thought I was going to fall over, yet TC throws his arm over my shoulder; it didn’t hurt, he holds me up. All I’m thinking is ‘Tim Curry just grabbed me! Wow!’

FLASH! The picture is taken.

Tim still has his arm over my shoulder. TC  is looking in my face, saying “Thank you!”

No, Tim, thank you!”

Hmmm, his hand is still there and, wait, was that warm feeling moving down toward my breast. Is Tim really moving his hand slowly toward my left breast? Is he going to grope me, right here, in front of Perry and the security guard? Crazy thoughts run wildly through my head . . .!

Perry is holding my camera toward me, but will not bringing it to me. He can clearly see that Tim has me in his grip. I don’t want to be rude and remove his hand, nor walk forward causing Tim’s hand, radiating such heat into my shoulder, to drop off of me. And still slowly, I can feel his hand moving very, very slowly to cup my breast. Really? 

No, I must be imagining this, wishing it, right?

No, I think he’s really doing this!

Perry blurts out, “Don’t you want your camera?”

“Yeah, of course.” Perry makes me leave Tim. As Tim’s hand drops off me, TC winks at Perry.

They were teasing me, I am sure! Hilarious . . .guys, really hilarious.

Perry heads to the exit. Tim turns to look at me and walks backward, without peaking behind him, and repeats thank you as I say it back to him. It’s a game!

“Thank you!”

No, thank YOU!

“No, thank YOU!”

I hear the elevator chime; Tim and Perry are gone. It’s just me, the security guy [behind a plexy glass thing and he never looked up from his book].

“What was that?!” is all I can think.

Liz Bank

Then I remember Liz! I run over to the phone and sort of collapse against the wall, again. I am flying, I am high, and I am dizzy and euphoric! Who needs liquor or drugs?

Liz informs me she taped the whole thing!!! We decide to keep the meeting to ourselves until TC leaves town with the tour. Otherwise too many RHPS fans may come up and interrupt rehearsals. I didn’t want to be the reason the rehearsals are interrupted.

I hang up with Liz and realize I forgot to give TC my letter!!! The one where I tell him this was my birthday gift one month early and about the Village Voice personal ad.

Like magic, a tall young man with glasses comes out of the hallway. I approach him.

Are you in Me and My Girl with Tim Curry?” He assures me he is and I hand him my letter. “You have to give it to Tim tomorrow.”

The man is wide-eyed, like he’s scared of me. “Yes, I will.”

Promise? It’s really important!” As I take advantage of his fear of me.

The next morning, as I awake for work, my phone rings. I hear a weird click and the following:

Tim Curry: Hello, Liz!

Liz: (weakly): Hello? [she sounds suspicious]

Tim Curry: Where are you?

Liz: Long Island? [hesitantly]

Tim Curry: Oh, that’s quite a long way away, isn’t it?

Liz: I guess.

Tim Curry: I’m talking to your friend here!

Liz: I know.

Then Liz came on the phone, live. We laughed about how she had Tim on the phone, and she thought I put someone up to it. Liz didn’t believe it was really him (until a week later)!!!

Through the years, Liz would call me in the morning and play the tape. I would always get a good laugh and smile hearing his voice, talking to her.

Sadly, the tape disappeared eventually. We never made the copy.