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.

S.A.D.: Life, Death and Mourning

DISCLAIMER: This is my way to understand all the feelings I am feeling after hearing of the death of someone I personally knew; someone who died at the age of only 42-years-old. Someone I was estranged from for good solid reasons. I have forgiven her, in fact, I did many months ago (for her causing me humiliation and embarrassment). I did not wish for this.

Months ago, I ended a friendship, and blogged about it here.

Click on the photograph above to see the obituary.

Even though, I was not speaking to Jenee Bandler. I was saddened to hear of her early death. There was a time, not too long ago, I believe she considered me her best friend; or one of them.

Sadly, I found it difficult to consider her my best friend. Why? When Jenee informed me that “if you really loved me as a friend, Angela“, after one of my friends didn’t want to date her … Jenee informed me it was my “job” to end the friendship with this man. A man I had known for over fifteen years.

I don’t feel friends should dictate to whom I, or anyone else, is supposed to call a friend.

Jenee also would take it upon herself to tell me exactly how and why I owed her my loyalty, and should do for her or as she asked, because of the times she went out of her way for me. I thanked her for any and all favors she gave to me, I truly appreciated it and in return, in many cases, I did several favors for her, of course. She often reminded me, though, it seems, I still owed more to her.

Perhaps, it was, somewhere in her subconscious, she knew she didn’t have much time left here (?) 

Our friendship began years ago in our hometown of Phoenix, AZ. As a teenager, I was involved in a group ran by Michael Lancy, through the Greater Phoenix Jewish Community Center. The group was a performing arts group called Centerstage.

Norm Bandler

The young girls, in the group, flocked to me, a teenage girl they looked up too. I was young, pretty, tall, talented, kind and popular. All these little girls thought of me, I am sure, as a big sister. Jenee Bandler was one of them.

I came back a couple of  years later, after I graduated from high school. Mike Lancy had a “touring” group, two of them — Centerstage West (beginning acting students) and Centerstage USA (advanced). I auditioned and was placed in Centerstage USA; I was a honor drama student in high school. Jenee was there, now 14-years-old or maybe 13-years-old. We were all teens (I was 18-years-old) and we all had our little clicks. Jenee was in group of younger teens who  came from the wealthier Jewish family’s of Scottsdale and Phoenix, AZ. I was not in this group as I was a bit older and from a middle-class background.

Jenee was friendliest of that particular click. She had another typical trait of her age, too — she was boy crazy! In fact, I was shocked that some of the girls, aged 12 (maybe even younger) to 17 were talking about their sexual exploits so openly. Shook me up as I, just 18 and still a virgin, felt they were much too young to be sexually active, or so verbal about “doing it“. 

Centerstagers 1982

I had a boyfriend, ever since I was 16-years-old and we were still dating, at this time. But, at Centerstage I formed a crush on a  younger man–a rather effeminate 16-year-old I’ll call M.E.

Suddenly, as I flirted and fantasized about M.E., apparently, Jenee was also interested in him. It seemed to me, just as M.E. & I started having conversations and were getting along, Jenee jumped in and started her campaign to win his heart. I felt she was competing with me . . . on purpose.

In fact, it often seemed the click, all of them, wanted to compete with me. It irked me. They [the group] seemed angry when I was given a solo, or the girls would interrupt my conversations bringing attention to themselves. Jenee particularly did this when I was talking with M.E.

This was my “friendship” with Jenee for two summers in the 1980s. She ended up dating M.E., and bragging to me all about it.Thus, the rest of the summer (on tour); Jenee and I never really fought, but were certainly made quips — both of us guilty — about or toward one another. Then, tour was over and I did not see her until the next summer, when I did Centerstage USA tour again. The 2nd year, if M.E. and Jenee were dating, it was hard for me to tell. Jenee and I talked briefly, on occasion, yet, I don’t remember any particularly rude or even in-depth personal conversations between us. We weren’t enemies, nor particularly close; we were civil, accepting and decent.

Autographs_Centerstagers

Her brother, Norm Bandler, on the other hand, aged about 11, acted like he had a huge crush on me . . . me, the older woman! It was so cute. Norm was a very sweet little boy and followed me around a lot on that tour. He was highly intelligent, we both were big fans of the tv series “Mork & Mindy”. I felt like a teacher to Norm. He asked me lots of questions about acting, tv and films — we talked for hours. Norm was wise way beyond his years.

Then, summer was over, 2nd year in a row. I didn’t see, nor speak to Jenee again until about two years or so later. Not for any particular reason, bad or good.  I was to never see Norm again, sadly.

My mother was doing a production of “The Sound of Music” at a new theatre called Shadow Rock; about two or so years after my Centerstage experiences. Cast beside my mother, as a nun at the Abbey, Jenee Bandler!

Picking up my mother at a rehearsal one evening, Jenee and I got to talking, catching up. She was still dating M.E. and seemed happy. It was a good conversation, and we parted company on a friendly manner.I believe, by this time, I had preparing to move to New York (or already had) and was involved with Nick Atonna. I would say this was 1984.I know I never saw the production of “The Sound of Music” with my mother and Jenee — either 1) because I wasn’t in town when it went up or 2) or I was sick or 3) doing another production [maybe].

In 1989 ish, I returned to Phoenix, AZ [from New York –1984-1988]. I was in Phoenix, AZ for a few years this 2nd time around. While doing a production of Good Clean Fun with a former Centerstager, Heather Brody (the Producer); Jenee stopped by a rehearsal, briefly, one day with her boyfriend (not M.E.). We only had a quick conversation and she said something about M.E. being a jerk and, obviously, she had moved on. 

Then, around 1998 ish, I was living in Burbank, CA; I brought a Richard Simmon’s video and while doing ‘Disco Sweat’, at the end, one of his biggest stars, on the video, was a familiar face, Jenee Bandler!!! I attempted track her, found an address and phone in Burbank — but she had moved.

Jump to 2007, either Jenee found me or I found her on facebook: We were both now living in New York. She asked me to take some photographs of her . . . as she wanted to go back into acting — from years of pursuing and becoming a Clinical Psychologist. She was married and updated me on Norm — he was living in Los Angeles, CA, living his dreams.

The one thing I remembered about Jenee, from the Centerstage days, was her incredible singing voice — at age 14, it was remarkable! Our re-acquainting, all these years later, I found Jenee more mature, sweet and funny.

Tragedy struck soon after . . . before I could get a phone call from Norm and re-acquaint with the really cool young man from so many years ago. Norm died in a tragic accident. Jenee was understandably devastated. It happened the very day she was to come be in a production at the theatre I was active in, Manhattan Theatre Source.

After this, I watched Jenee go from a married woman, slightly overweight and mature to a devastated, partying woman with an ending marriage and unhealthy habits increasing. Jenee was quite overweight when we re-acquainted, yet, after her brother’s death, and her divorce, she gained more weight.

It must’ve been a few months after Norm passed on when Jenee began doing plays at Manhattan Theatre Source (MTS). She was immediately infatuated with my friend, a regular at MTS. As she became involved with MTS, Jenee’s personality came out.

Jenee Bandler was fun, loud, theatrical and opinionated! It was fun, at times, even if a bit overwhelming. I mean, my personality is big, too — Jenee could make me look shy! LOL!

What started to be a problem, though, was her psychology degree. I noted, silently, her need to psycho-analyze people, particularly J.A. I always secretly hoped she would not and tried to avoid being analyzed by her.

In March 2008, I left New York and went to Los Angeles, CA. My return in November 2008 left me homeless, in NY. Jenee, luckily, offered me a couple of weeks at her apartment in the Bronx, NY.  While staying there, we got along pretty well, considering. Nevertheless, she became angry with me and accused me of lying when, while sleeping on her couch, I was eaten up by fleas (my ankles) and/or bed bugs. I went to a drug store and bought some spray to kill fleas and doused the couch and my suitcases. The professional opinion was the fleas came from the couch.

My only other issues, staying with Jenee, was housekeeping (she doesn’t do any) and her smoking at night. The cigarettes bothered me more than anything.

She did give me a “temporary” place to stay, though, and I did find other accommodations, as agreed, two weeks later.

I’m opinionated, too — and people who think they know everything are very annoying to those of us who do [know everything]! Ever since we were teens, even if we weren’t close, I knew, with Jenee, I must walk a bit on eggshells. She was over-emotional, took too much personally and overbearing with her diagnosis.

Yes, she could be fun, very funny and certainly was highly intelligent . . . and a good actor! Thus, she had skills to manipulate with her knowledge and acting talents. Sometimes these combos were lethal. Jenee’s feelings were easily hurt and her anger explosive. No one could predict what would trigger it, either.

One morning, early, Jenee phoned J.A. and woke him up. He was disturbed and read Jenee the riot act. She was offended greatly at his anger and him chastising her for “calling at an ungodly hour”. This rift between J.A. and Jenee went on for months, or a year . . . I lost track. Anyway, months later, J.A. is very humorous, tells lots of jokes. Well, Jenee is cast in a short play that J.A. wrote . . . during a rehearsal, J.A. make a JOKE to Jenee about “call at a decent hour”. She hit the ceiling.

So, that evening, during the performance, because J.A. didn’t apologize [for the joke] to Jenee. Jenee told her scene partner she was “not performing” J.A.’s play.Well, that would leave her scene partner no performance — and the girl’s parents were in the audience. As many of us tried to convince the angry Jenee to “do the show” and deal with J.A. later, she was telling us she didn’t care about anything and J.A. deserved it. Yet, we couldn’t convince her that she was hurting her scene partner, an innocent in this. Luckily, the scene partner talked Jenee into doing the show after lots of tears [the scene partner] and begging.

Jenee always yelled about acting professional, and this action proved to me and others . . . it didn’t mean her.  As it was unprofessional to do that another actor just because someone made a sarcastic remark to her! Silently, I vowed, I would never work with Jenee again. And I am sure many of the other actors and directors there felt the same sentiment.

I lied, though . . . a couple of years later. I ended up being cast beside her in another MTS Spontaneous Combustion production. Admittedly, though, it went very well. In June 2010, though, our last time working together as the friendship ended in July 2010. I invited Jenee to do a reading of my play for the MTS Source Writers group. The day before the reading, she phoned me and chastised me for not giving her the lead and/or not writing the play about plus-sized women. Well, I wrote this play in the 90s and I only called her to give her something to do in the acting world.

Her reading, of the small role, was good, though. Jenee, at the time, though, was limping and telling me she “fell again” and had injured her leg or hip. It was about the 3rd or 4th time she had “fallen” and been “injured” that year alone. I also know she was treated for some sort of ‘brain bleed’ awhile back. Nevertheless, considering her weight and these sort of injuries, I was doubting if her health was good and/or being monitored.

Then, Jenee, after this time, was getting very, very dependent on me. She would call me and ask me to sign her up for auditions, or find her auditions, etc. . . making me her agent, suddenly. Although, I never applied for this job.

She told me I owed her for making her come out, injured, to do my reading. Although, I told her to not come if she was hurt. I owed her for all the times she “did” for me; I owed her because I stayed in a friendship with J.A., against her will and thus I betrayed my friendship for her.

The last time I spoke to her, in person, was when I ended the friendship.

See my blog: https://angelaura28.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/update-crazy-people/ . Warning: It is harsh.

I wrote it in great anger.

On or around the first week in January 2011, I received a strange text from Jenee — having not spoken to her since July 2010. It read: I love you and miss you. I wish you would let me help you through this. Happy New Year 2011.

It angered me all over again. My decision(s), back in July 2010, to protect my psyche — a happy and calm as can be lifestyle [as I am on medication for high blood pressure] was to 1) remove negative people from life [namely: Jenee], 2) to never contact Jenee again until she admitted she was “very wrong” to contact 911 over an argument — knowing full well I was NOT suicidal  and 3) to never work with her again. If I had seen her in person, I would’ve been civil.

Even after the July incident, Jenee tried to tell me she was “right” and that “if anything happened” to me that she’d be upset [even though there was nothing wrong with me and SHE KNEW IT]. It was all about her being a hero, etc. Thus, her text was, perhaps, her crying out for help: ” I wish you would let me help you through this.”

We had no contact since July 2010, now January 2011, her blocked from my accounts — I thought, what in the world is she texting about?! My life is going great — Jenee helping me through things would mean me being locked up in a mental institution, apparently. Please! I deleted it. Never heard from her again.

In January 2011, though, there was mention of her name again. A playwright I know was doing a reading of her new play — she asked J.A. and I to be in the reading. She also asked him and I for Jenee’s number. We both, separately, wrote back the playwright saying we “will not work with Jenee.” The playwright found another actor and kept J.A. and I.

Then, the Source also announced a “Volunteer Appreciation/Anniversary Party”, asking me to attend. In fact, the manager wrote a private email. I didn’t want to go if Jenee would be there. Suddenly, I thought, “she won’t be there again.”

My intuition, or something told me she had moved on — I felt it meant she had passed on. This is part of my gift which I don’t always enjoy. I will get the message when someone has passed on, just as I did when Debby Coleby passed. I tried a more positive thought . . . “No,” I thought, “Jenee just moved back to LA or Phoenix.”

The message returned to my intuition: Jenee Bandler has reunited with her brother.

I didn’t want to believe it.

Nevertheless, that night, or soon after, I was reading my facebook wall feed. I have Jenee blocked, but am friends or have a friend request pending with the infamous M.E. His status, which appears on my wall, read: My high school friend died in NY.

I knew it was Jenee, but, did try to push it out of my mind. Thinking it was another friend . . . then, the day of the party at the Source; which I agreed to go to, M.E.’s facebook status read: My high school girlfriend died. That was, indeed, Jenee.At the Source party, I had a friend check Jenee’s facebook [as she hadn’t blocked her]. The party was February 5th, 2011. Jenee, herself, last posted on January 14th. Then, 18 hours before we checked her facebook page, her uncle posted that he “was sorry to inform us, his niece passed away [yesterday] in her home.

I had known, truly known for about a week, of course. Now, confirmed, I was sort of mixed. I did truly wish she had just moved back to Phoenix or California, so I wouldn’t have to avoid her anymore. I didn’t want nor wish for her to die, of course. Yet, even a year or so ago, I knew it was coming. Her overall health didn’t seem to suggest she’d be with us very long.

I feel most for her parents. They have now buried both their children. A fate I would never wish on any parent, ever.As for me, I’m a little shocked in some ways. Relieved in another as Jenee Bandler seemed an unhappy person and missed Norman terribly. Now, she is at peace, and reunited with her beloved brother.

It is strange, though, to not have Jenee Bandler in the world. She was a force to be reckoned with, most of the time.

Soon after, and I’ll post it another time, I dreamt about her . . . and/or she visited me in a dream. She didn’t know she had died, and I had to tell her to go to the light and take Norm’s hand.

Next time, I talk about the full dream . . . though; and all those I’ve lost, and how they communicate with me before, during and after death.

Day One Hundred One (101): Accomplishments of Teresa Of Avila

Day OneHundred One (101): Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

101) Consider The Accomplishments of Teresa Of Avila

Teresa of Avila was a medieval Spanish Carmelite nun whose desire for a deeper relationship with God eventually manifested as a result of her longing and effort. When she died, she left behind a rich legacy of devotional observations in her writings and her autobiography. Inspired by the Holy Spirit, Teresa yoked her desire to manifest  a closer relationship with the Lord with intention and action, that is, her adherence to a physical life of strictest poverty and renunciation. Aligned in harmony with the Law of Attraction, she got what she wanted and more. In time, she shared her spiritual gifts through her books, Life, The Way of Perfection, and The Interior Castle.

Teresa assures us that those who practice prayer faithfully will receive all they ask beyond their greatest expectations and hope. God used her to rebuild and expand many convents and monasteries as she radiated smiles, humor, and goodwill amidst heavy crosses and conflicts. She wrote: “Anyone who has not begun to pray,(regularly and daily ) I beg, for the love of the Lord, not to miss so great a blessing. There is no place here (in the convent) for fear, but only desire.”

 
http://www.doctorsofthecatholicchurch.com/TA.html

  • Tour (raining) >> my least favorite day(s) to do the tours, when it rains. There’s nothing pleasant about being wet from head to toe; sitting in a puddle on top of an open bus with a live microphone in your hand.

  • Sore Throat >> And, of course, developing a sore throat from the dampness.

Love, Light & Wetness,

Angela Theresa

Day Seventy-Nine (79): Rainy Days and Monday’s (even on Tuesday)

Day Seventy-Nine (79): Tuesday, May 18th, 2010

79) Dreams And The Fall of Babylon

Daniel had predicted the fall of Babylon and the breaking up of the mighty empire into smaller and weaker kingdoms. Nebuchadnezzar’s worst fears manifested within seventy years as the Persians invaded Babylon. Persia then fell into the hands of the Greeks led by Alexander the Great. Some might say that the Law of Attraction was simply bringing to Nebuchadnezzar what his fears and nightly dreams had attracted. Dreams can be incubated to elucidate some problem you may be encountering in a deliberate manifestation effort or to ensure that you are on course to achieve a goal. Likewise, dreams have been known to reveal illness, foretell births and deaths, and reveal breakthroughs in self-help and spiritual work.

Since I don’t remember much about this day . . . except it was raining and I made note that I didn’t feel well. I wanted to share a beautiful video with you.

Yes, I am a happy person . . . still, I long to share the journey with a significant other. I know it is already so. I believe my life partner, in the form of a soul mate is looking for me, too.

It is only a matter of lining up our energies and we will come together.

Of course, I am happy in my life. I am alone, yet, not lonely. I find pleasure with my theatre life, my friends. In fact, as I have always believed…the right guy will add to me life.

I certainly have a great life! I’m holding out for my hero to add to me life . . .

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa

Day Sixty-Six (66): Shanghaied To Brooklyn — TWICE!

Day SixtySix (66): Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

66) Infinite Potential Is Available For All

Detractors say that the potential to acquire money and material things exists for a few but not everyone. MOney is to be made by those who know how to capitalize on the Law of Attraction topic. The Law of Attraction teachers and coaches say that the law is always working and once you know how to work deliberately with it, you can draw whatever you want from the storehouse of the universe. You have the potential to manifest one dollar or a million dollars. You could establish a hospital, fund an orphanage, or build a social club for senior citizens. Anything you want to create is possible provided you have desire, intention, and persistance. You already have the means–your thoughts–assert proponents of the law. Your potential for manifesting is limitless.

Went to work today . . . again and I was shanghaied! After my second tour to Battery Park, I was sent to South Street Seaport to do a Brooklyn tour.

Brooklyn tours aren’t my strong point . . . and I didn’t bring my guide books. I remembered some of the Brooklyn info., yet, without my little book it was difficult to remember it all.

The good part of the Brooklyn tour . . . and I ended up doing two in a row . . . once you do the 2nd one, you get to go back to Times Square and home for the day.

Thus, it is almost better to be shanghaied to Brooklyn. I just must remember to carry my guide books.

 

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa

 

Day Sixty-Five (65): The Truth and NYC

Day Sixty-Five (65): Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

65) What Hill’s Detractors Said

In his books, Hill wrote about his belief in the power of autosuggestion as a law of nature and suggested that our thoughts are like vibrations in the ether that are either negatively or positively charged by our emotions. The subconscious mind, according to Hill, must be influenced by emotionally charged thought mixed with faith if such thought is to bear results. Detractors believed that Hill’s thinking was flawed. They asserted that it was foolhardy to believe desire could turn into its tangible equivalent. Further, they argued that it is impossible to create something out of nothing.

Today began, as usual, my work week (NYC Tour Guide w/City Sights). Generally, I’m fine the first day of the work week. It’s just went I get there with little or no breaks, I get irritated.

The exception was, today was really good . . . good tips and there was enough time to go to the bathroom; well, they let me go between tours.

After my third tour, and I was off to go home . . . one of my bosses, there, told me a story and offended me terribly:

I am not easily offended . . .

He said a woman tourist got off my bus and complained that “the tour guide said the Empire State Building was built in the 1980s in 20 days!”

The tourist went on to explain she loves New York, but the tour guide was bad to give such false information. I calmly said, “Well, it wasn’t me . . . because, my tour is scripted, really. I ALWAYS talk about the 13 months it took to build the Empire State Building in 1930/1931.

My boss kept insisting she was talking about me. I became very defensive because, as I stated,  I DO NOT CHANGE MY SCRIPT!

Because I was told this woman was going to complain to the company about me. I had to defend myself because I didn’t make any mistakes! I went up to the office and talked to Gwen, in the City Sights office. Then, I went to talk to Troop, at the site, and told him my truth.

Troop and another tour guide or two . . . said to not worry about it. That they were just pushing my buttons. I realized, on my way back, that the tourist was probably NOT listening.

Here is my script (as we turn onto 34th Street from 8th Avenue, going East):

Now, you are seeing the tallest building in New York since the World Trade Center tragedy. The Empire State Building, which was built in 1930 to 1931. It took 13 months to complete; which, as far as buildings go is very quick.

It was the Great Depression and many men were out of work. They hired over 4000 men to complete the steel structured building. It took 13 short months, one year and one month.

Later on, as we get closer to the building:

In the 1980s (the only mention I make about that era) a man tried to commit suicide from the Empire State Building. It was a particularly windy day and he was blown back to another balcony unharmed. He had a new lease on life as he was taken to the Bellevue Mental Hospital.

We turn the corner on 5th Avenue and go into another area: Little Korea (at this point, I’ve talked a lot about Great Depression and how the Empire State Building was called the Empty State Bldg“):

Over to the right you a sign reading: I heart NY t-shirts — 10 for $10.00. They will last you 10 days. If you wash them carefully, they might last 20 days!

Thus, apparently, if the tourist was talking about me . . . she only listened to my tour when I mentioned the attempted suicide, and then stopped listening. Then, she listened AGAIN when I was talking about t-shirts and had long stopped talking about the Empire State Building.

Remember: She claimed the Tour Guide said “the Empire State Building was built in the 1980s and it took 20 days.”

My note to tourists: LISTEN TO THE WHOLE TOUR!

I have seen tourists talking on the cell phone, sleeping and then later, complaining to me, what I didn’t mention or did mention. Only because they are NOT paying attention!!!

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa

 

 

 

Day Forty-Six (46): Steak and California Friend Visits

Day FortySix (46): Thursday, April 15th, 2010

46) Put Yourself Out There

Up to this point, you have been using energy in your thinking, imagining, visualizing, and making lists. Now you decide to put yourself into situations where you might actually meet him. You attend a speed-dating event with a friend, sign up for a month on an Internet matchmaking site, frequent bookshops and grocery stores, and take a cooking class. You start taking your dog on extended walks, believing that at any moment he may soon walk toward you. You tell your friends and family members you are ready for him to show up and believe he’s near.

My friend, Cyndi Donovan, is arriving today . . . she’s here, from Los Angeles, to attend the last get together for ONE LIVE TO LIVE fans; and do a couple of modeling shoots.

Of course, I had the tours today . . . after taking off sick yesterday. I cannot remember why, but, after my shift, I went up to the City Sights office and ran right into Erica Hawkins, my buddy. We decided, along with Floyd (another Tour Guide) to have lunch/dinner together.

Luckily, I was off after the third tour . . . and it was only about 3:30 p.m. or 4:00 p.m.

About the time we decided on and arrived at “Tad’s” . . . Cyndi was texting me that she was arriving at JFK airport.

Because I spent a little time with Erica and Floyd; Cyndi arrived at my apartment before me and no one home. I headed back as soon as I could.

Half-way there, on my #7 train . . . Cyndi texted me to see if my roommate was home and how close I was. I called Michele, and she must’ve went right past Cyndi!!! Michele went down and brough Cyndi in the apartment.

The rest of the evening, we caught up; Cyndi and I. She was, understandably, tired and hadn’t slept all night. I went to do homework and found out that my computer was dead.

PANIC set in and was hoping it would clear by morning . . .

Love, Light & Laughter . . .

Angela Theresa

 

 

Day Twenty-Four (24): West Way Diner, Broadway & John Lithgow

Day Twenty-Four (24): Wednesday, March 24th, 2010

24) Shakti: Psychic Energy Lingers

In India, modern spiritual seekers make pilgrimages to the sacred places associated with holy ones of the past because the Shakti (divine energy or holy psychic energy) of those beings remains in the places where those saints had prayed, meditated, and  became enlightened. Many modern spiritual seekers further believe that the energy stored in the sacred placed energetically charged by the holy ones of the past has a beneficial effect on their spiritual efforts to attain enlightenment. Contact with the shakti of enlightened beings, although those saints no longer live in human form, could awaken the Kundalini Shakti, the innate and essential divine energy that leads human consciousness to union with God (or Absolute divine consciousness) as the energy makes its ascent from the base of the spine to the energy center located on top of the head. The modern seekers’ thought, magnetized by their spiritual desire for enlightenment, could manifest their desire (making their thought become the thing they most ardently seek and desire).

 Some pretty wonderful things happened today!

* On one of my four tours . . . and working an 8 1/2 hour day: I had a great group on the 2nd tour and they left $58.00 in tips!

>> Of course, had to split it with the driver . . . but hey, since most of the tips have been about $5.00 and only $2.50 for the driver and for me; it was really cool to get $29.00 on one trip!

After this long, long day … and wow, still tired as hell. I went to WestWay Diner. I texted Christine (no answer) and then I texted Eileen; didn’t want to eat alone. Christine called on Eileen’s phone . . . invited me to her place in Washington Heights. But, really, I was too tired. Then, I texted Erica and she called back and came to join me.

When Erica arrived she decided not to order and after we talked awhile . . . we left.

Walking up 43rd Street there was a very tall, thin man in a black suit walking. As we crossed a parking lot, a horn beeped; The guy in the car yells out to the thin guy, “Hey John! I love your work.”

The tall, thin guys turned toward the guy, and gave Erica & I a side view of him. And I saw it was John Lithgow! Erica sort of jabbed me and said, “You know who that is!”

Oh, and John was so charming and nice and said, “Thank you!” to the guy.

Of course! John Lithgow! I saw him at the Drama Desk Awards.”

Erica pointed out that John is doing a show at the theatre just ahead of us. And yes, he turned off and entered the theatre.

Also, today, I thought of my other celebrity friend . . . Jamie Donnelly! She was or is in New York coaching her client, Tony Shaloub; and he’s in a Broadway show.

Unfortunately, Jamie took ill and was in bed for a few days. I had called her and got her machine. Her daughter, on facebook, told me she was resting and was going to be fine.

Jamie was heading back to Los Angeles, according to her daughter . . . so, I missed seeing her this time! I was sort of hoping for free Broadway tickets and backstage passes! Next time!

Speaking of which, my friend, Anthony Azizi, will be doing a show at Lincoln Center, April 25th — and I will definitely get a free ticket and backstage.

Love, Light & Laughter . . .

Angela Theresa