So who would look online for a compact kitchen appliance from an Italian company that no one’s ever heard of?
That would be me.
I thought it would be a no-brainer to install one of those compact dishwashers, but I changed this type of thinking when not two, but three people couldn’t do it.
First, allow me to provide a bit of background for you. I’ve been privy to otherworldly experiences ever since I can remember. In the very early years, when I had just emerged from toddler-hood into the fullness of being referred to as an actual child, I flew around. I flew inside our house, and I led lying expeditions with my little friends around our Chicago neighborhood.
Balls of light gracefully swooped in arcs around my bedroom, when my mother had turned off the light. I have a vivid memory of standing at my bedroom window when everyone was asleep, and seeing a combination of an oceanic liner and a very streamlined space ship. It was glowing with scintillating, luminous lighting that had no source, and the entire ship was just big enough to hold three people. Well, two children, and one adult.
Later on as a teenager I had several forays into the astral realm, or the fourth dimension. These occurred in my Dreamtime, which followed me back into my so-called everyday world. It occurs to me that they deserve a recounting on their own, and I look forward to sharing them here soon.I never get tired of being reminded that all is not what it seems.
Mount Washington: At Home With Mysterious Crashings and Booms
I live in a very cozy little house on the apex of a mountain – Mount Washington in Los Angeles – that the native Chumash considered very sacred. The first Western ashram of Paramahansa Yogananda is just a short walk from us.
We’ve been renting it since May 2012, and from the get-go we were greeted with mysterious happenings. For example, the first or second night after the move from our former house in Beachwood Canyon, Tom and I were each unpacking in separate rooms when a loud crash shocked the silence.
I was convinced that all of my Waterford crystal goblets had shattered on the wood floor in the living room when Tom had obviously dropped them. I peered out of the bedroom door I was in and was surprised to see Tom doing the same from the other bedroom, and not from the direction the shattering glass sound had come from. He had assumed I had dropped a box! Of course we looked to see what was broken – and found nothing.
About half an hour before this incident, I’d been outside thinking that the third dimension was disintegrating. At that point I wished I’d used a word like “dissolving”! I reported this to Linda Moulton Howe, remembering that she’d asked for people to report to her any loud, shattering, or strange sounds. I never heard back. At any rate, unexplainable and odd things happen around here.