The Halley Elise Show
If you missed Halley Élise (listed as one of the top 100 psychics in America in 2014) and M.C.V. Egan (author of the lauded historical mystery THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS) as they discuss psychometry and past-life regressions as research tools!
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M.C.V. used these tools extensively with the help of Halley as she wrote THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS. This promises to be a show filled with intriguing and unique insights and information!
Join Halley Élise (listed as one of the top 100 psychics in America in 2014) and M.C.V. Egan (author of the lauded historical mystery THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS) as they discuss psychometry and past-life regressions as research tools!
M.C.V. used these tools extensively with the help of Halley as she wrote THE BRIDGE OF DE…ATHS. This promises to be a show filled with intriguing and unique insights and information!
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WHEN: Monday, September 15, 2014, 6:30pm EST
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Memories especially painful ones are a funny thing. In my case I tend to avoid painful memories and rather remember what led up to them or what happened once they passed; the before or the after and not t moment of great pain.
With September 10th, 2001 the before stays with me so much more, because the after seemed to never end.
It was a beautiful day in Boca Raton, Florida and my three year old was charming and adorable. I had finally come to terms that with his food allergies the possibility of a pre-school was out of the question; the only two places that offered to take a chance with a child so allergic to dairy, eggs and tree nuts were simply out of my budget.
I had found programs here and there, where I was able to be very present, or very nearby but for the most part it was the two of us.
On September 10th, my small son and I went to the movies , we had the cinema all to ourselves and it felt so grand, like a private showing (not that I have ever attended one). It was a movie my son fell in love with and for years we watched it at home on tape, again and again. He absolutely enjoying, to this day it makes me sad.
The movie in an irony that escaped me for years began:
"…in a single night and day of misfortune the Island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea." PLATO 360 B.C.
ATLANTIS has a fun cast of characters and my son was not sure if he wanted to be the scruffy dusty geologist, Mole or Milo the adventurer, but he knew he wanted to be there, to find Atlantis.
That day I remember distinctly coming to terms with the strong possibility that my son with his food allergies might never be safe in any school, not just pre-school . That I had to adapt and come up with alternative plans to perhaps raise him in a way I had never imagined.
The next day as with most of the world, my heart sunk and broke, and everything as much as I can describe, moments and conversations, feels sad and empty, like a blur.
As the faces flashed on TV of the culprits I felt a chill and knew, just knew I had seen one, and sure enough the news explained he was in my area, and then my husband and son’s barber said she was horrified as she had cut ‘their’ hair, I only recognized one face, amongst the culprits .
In my dreams I would see myself walking in a grocery store and seeing that face and sticking my leg out making him fall, getting hurt, being unable to be who he was on 9/11, but then of course I woke up, and it was all still there.
Then in October 2001 my Post Office in Boca Raton became the story in the news ANTHRAX . I was of course scared and concerned when I first heard the news, and wondered if I should fear something I have always loved, the contents of my mailbox.
I still love the feel of stamps and ink, I love to receive and send snail mail.
In those days I was a very frequent visitor to my post office, sending numerous letters at a time looking for J.H. Willans in my research for The Bridge of Deaths, yes I can prove I sent several hundred letters!
So that was the after, I could do something real and tangible, and when I realised that people were afraid to go to the Post Office once it opened, I went, with my husband’s approval I went with our son.
I am not sure how to describe the looks I got, they were a mixed bag, the employees at the post office, beamed and smiled, they were the kind of smiles that say thanks, and to this day, when I visit near this date I get a knowing comment. However, from the very few adults in line, because they had no choice, I got searing rather unkind 'ARE YOU MAD?' looks.
I am no daredevil or risk taker, but I knew I was safe, and I knew the best gift I could give from then on was to convey by my actions a feeling of safety to anyone who saw me.
The world has of course never been the same, and I certainly would not willingly travel to a place of guaranteed danger; I was going to say potential but of course any place has a potential for danger.
So tomorrow when people post about 9/11 I will write and escape, and my mind will probably wonder to September 10th 2001.
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