Publisher's Synopsis
INTRODUCTION After my wife Anna passed this mortal veil of life onto the other side luckily a wonderful friend found her autobiographical stories and journal discs. I found it to be a blessing to read these journal entries and stories. Writings brought up feelings of my personal sadness including a new stable peace I felt within from reading. Anna was a Creative Arts Therapist and also a Astrologer with 25 years of experience. She had published a couple of articles on charting people's lives. You will see in her journal how she used astrology and formal psychological teachings to help her clients and friends. Her astrological entries are italicized so one can easily read them or bypass the complexities of chart readings. Oh yes I learned new things about Anna. Emotions of good fun-feeling from reading Anna's material profoundly had an effect on me. It was sort of like when one reads their personal horoscope and then feels good about them-selves. While I was reading from the computer screen I felt Anna was with me. Overall it was a big help with my mental stability. Anna wrote entries while living extensively in the mountains of a Sufi Camp and in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Reading them was for me like being at her side. She was exceptionally daring seeking out what was really happening with friends, clients and Sufi leadership. Anna was well aware that she had been very lucky to have reached the age of 53 before transitioning. She had been overly daring with people over the years. In her journal she wrote about this. As Anna's husband and one of the surviving 10 percent of Vietnam veterans in this country, I can vouch for the many aspects of Anna's character depicted in her journal, especially her dedication to helping people. I do not know if the reader will believe this, but about three days after her death, as I was awakening one morning being in that state of half awake and half asleep Anna was partially in the physical in my bed. We kissed, as she taught me about the breath of life. The breath of life going back and forth between our bodies, an incredible gift to me from her. BEGINNING OF JOURNAL Friday, June 2, 1995 It's my 2nd day of camp. This morning I understand that Saturn is in Pisces. It's all the disorganization here in this spiritual place. It's disquieting to me. How much should I get involved in tidying up the place and getting it more organized? Slept well. The air here is even better than in Ponderosa. It feeds my body and soul. Getting up in morning is easier, too. What to make out of this place? I'm not sure whether I will stay. I'm playing it very much by ear. The junk that's just littered on the ground is disturbing to me, but the setting is exactly what I want. Like I thought, I'm much less interested in food. The kitchen is not a inviting place. I thought of Grandma Spenzer's gloomy kitchen. The cast iron sinks remind me of the Lange Stange kitchen and its darkness. I saw two cotton tail rabbits this morning chase each other on the dirt road. That feeds my soul. In a way I'm glad I'm no longer in Ponderosa. I was kind of mired in that luxury and too isolated. The daily contacts with Bill were not feeding me. Somehow I wasn't myself, kind of acting cooler than I am. German seems to have a reputation here. Heather, who's quite established in her weaving crafts. Also Evelyn, this beautiful blonde. A blonde version of Shara. I had a nervous run-in with her when I wanted to get out of the car when she was coming down. Then I met her yesterday in the kitchen and she inquired, kind of edgy, about the Jag and which car was nine. I suggested we speak German, she didn't react. Then when I was talking to Michael, she interrupted, asking for help. It was urgent and impatient. But this morning when we crossed paths, she greeted me in a friendly way. She very much reminded me of Shara. I thou