Table guacamole is brilliant. Waiters chop fresh avocodo and rows of seeds, vegetables and spices at your table. 'Rough or creamed,sir?' the waiter asked.
'Rough please,' I replied, not knowing what rough meant. I found 'rough' means the opposite of creamed, chunks of everything to chew on with tortilla chips. Yummy!
I'd met a lady two days before. She'd presented her idea for guided imagery support to a children's cancer hospital - but didn't know how to go about it, so offered her services for free. I'd offered to teach her how to go about it. Then yesterday, at the Angels, Guides and All Things Spiritual Group, I'd met five others who wished to learn too!
The seven of us finished lunch, and the cancer meeting started with a standard presentation of my 2-week anti-cancer program. Every oncologist who has seen this presentation has so far wished to work with me. (If interested, go to www.cancertherapyprogram.com - as at March 2012 the cancer website is almost finished.)
They loved the program, and asked how to set it up. So I'll probably return to Texas this year, to train cancer therapists, and give presentations to oncologists.
Lunch suddenly got exciting (for me). Three of our six people cried quite substantial tears. We'd started talking about angels on earth, and how and why they usually feel so alone. 'I don't know why I'm crying,' they all said.
'I know,' I said gently. 'It's because you recognise, deep in your soul, that someone at last understands you.'
They all nodded. I took out tissues and explained that so many people cry when they meet me, my left hand pocket contains clean tissues, and the right hand pocket dirty ones, so they just need to check which pocket the tissues come from.
It soon became apparent all six were potential angelic souls. 'This could be Destiny,' I said. 'Would you like to meet again for a one hour lecture on angels on earth?' If you feel the lecture is relevant, we could start an angelic Soul Work Group in Austin. We'll support your human suffering, and help achieve your soul job quicker, bigger and better.'
Smiles all round showed the future for some may hold less tears...
'Rough please,' I replied, not knowing what rough meant. I found 'rough' means the opposite of creamed, chunks of everything to chew on with tortilla chips. Yummy!
I'd met a lady two days before. She'd presented her idea for guided imagery support to a children's cancer hospital - but didn't know how to go about it, so offered her services for free. I'd offered to teach her how to go about it. Then yesterday, at the Angels, Guides and All Things Spiritual Group, I'd met five others who wished to learn too!
The seven of us finished lunch, and the cancer meeting started with a standard presentation of my 2-week anti-cancer program. Every oncologist who has seen this presentation has so far wished to work with me. (If interested, go to www.cancertherapyprogram.com - as at March 2012 the cancer website is almost finished.)
They loved the program, and asked how to set it up. So I'll probably return to Texas this year, to train cancer therapists, and give presentations to oncologists.
Lunch suddenly got exciting (for me). Three of our six people cried quite substantial tears. We'd started talking about angels on earth, and how and why they usually feel so alone. 'I don't know why I'm crying,' they all said.
'I know,' I said gently. 'It's because you recognise, deep in your soul, that someone at last understands you.'
They all nodded. I took out tissues and explained that so many people cry when they meet me, my left hand pocket contains clean tissues, and the right hand pocket dirty ones, so they just need to check which pocket the tissues come from.
It soon became apparent all six were potential angelic souls. 'This could be Destiny,' I said. 'Would you like to meet again for a one hour lecture on angels on earth?' If you feel the lecture is relevant, we could start an angelic Soul Work Group in Austin. We'll support your human suffering, and help achieve your soul job quicker, bigger and better.'
Smiles all round showed the future for some may hold less tears...
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