I just learned that my new friend’s best friend in Colorado has a huge collection of moldavite and a buyer lined up. I hope he doesn’t buy all of it.

On Saturday, February 20, 2021 during the Waxing Gibbous phase of the moon, this incredible piece of moldavite reappeared after vanishing back in September 2015.

If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll see a lot of strange things happened to me in 2021 on the 8th or 9th of the month. Well, back on February 8, 2015, Andrew who created the Moldavite Collectors Global Network, sent me a message on Facebook messenger asking if I ever was able to acquire any moldavite. I wrote that I had not, and he wrote “. . . .I have a piece that was on my mind today…to sell at the price I bought it at…. but I felt I needed to wait for that person to show up”. He sent me instructions on how to send him $58 plus shipping using PayPal. It arrived on Saturday, February 28, 2015.

I was afraid of losing it so I placed it in a green party favor bag. For several nights I slept with it under my pillow. I carried it with me. I kept it next to my bed on a night table (in the bag). Then in September 2015, I was on the phone with my friend, Eva who was feeling really sick. I got the idea in my head that we could use the speaker feature on the cell phones so my moldavite could talk to hers and we could do a healing.

What happened next, I cannot remember. It’s like I forgot I ever owned it. By the time I remembered I had had it in my hand that night, I freaked out.

Sometime AFTER the garbage pick up day, I realized it was missing. I tore my house apart looking for it. I searched under the bed, around the bed, in the closet, in pockets of clothes in the closet. I looked behind bookcases thinking the cats took it. I was CONVINCED I had had it on the night table and it fell into the trash between my bed and the table.

I used my pendulum. I called friends who were psychic. The pendulum insisted it was in my closet so I took everything out. I swear I even looked in the black canvas laptop bag that was in my room. And YET it was nowhere. HOW, HOW could the bag disappear? I knew moldavite can. But a party favor bag?

This is where my mind freaks out. On February 28, I got out that very same black canvas laptop bag that I used to travel to Salt Lake City with the late Mart. I kept his medical records in it or whatever he needed each time he was hospitalized. That bag used to fall over in the back seat. That bag saw a lot of suffering in the hospital and in the nursing home where Mart ended up after botched surgery.

When Mart died on September 11, 2018, I converted the bag into a paper craft bag. I had fancy craft papers and punches and colored pens and things.

Wanting an Xacto knive, I searched and to my total amazement, in the outside UNZIPPED pocket in the far far corner was the mesh bag with the missing crystal!

I swear I heard it laughing at me. “I never left the house! I’ve been here with you all the time!”

I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. All those years! I beat myself up thinking it was in the Elko Landfill. I beat myself up because the price of moldavite skyrocketed.

I had a small pendant Eva had sold me and IT even said, when I used it as a pendulum, that it was in the house, but I just had no clue it was in the black canvas bag. NONE. I do not know how it had not fallen out on all those trips.

Later that day I took the dogs with me to get the mail at the rural mailboxes and to check on the other house which is now sold. The wind was absolutely bitter. The song, “Too Much Time on My Hands” started playing on the truck radio and I burst out laughing! We still were dealing with COVID lockdowns.

When the song came out in 1981 I was teaching ESL at THREE (3) different colleges. I had set up my parents’ living room as a piano studio and had students six days a week. One night a week I taught piano at the high school in the night school program. I was a tutor, and I taught beginning figure skating at South Mountain Ice Rink where Olympic skaters also taught. I had no idea what pop culture was. I was too busy working 10 hour days.

We did not have cable back then and I had never seen MTV anyway. This video is hilarious in retrospect.

The late NOTORIOUS VEGAS DOC (aka Harry Leo Duran, M.D., Ph.D., MPH) was only popular so long as he was buying everyone rounds of drinks or picking up the tab at the SUPER expensive restaurants he frequented. Pay close attention to that scene in the music video. And the clothes. I truly missed out on the 80s. And the 90s. And most of the 21st century until now. I’m definitely paying attention now.

I understand that copying the lyrics is a copyright infringement so I let you read and see how this described Harry perfectly.

https://genius.com/Styx-too-much-time-on-my-hands-lyrics

4:44 p.m., Sunday, March 6, 2022. Am searching for the photo I took of it. Ever since Harry died, I’m seeing 111, 222, 333, 444, 555, 11:11, 12:12 on clocks, cash registers, receipts. CONSTANTLY!

Yasmin Boland and Joshua P. Warren and Christie Marie Sheldon all talk about manifesting abundance. What I did not expect I’d ever manifest was friends – real friends. Friends I could talk to about ANYTHING and laugh until the tears flowed. Laughed with true joy and happiness emanating from my heart.

I spent so many years oppressed by a narcissist that I had not ventured forth to truly enjoy life. In El Paso, Texas I would run away from home with my dog, Anubis, and walk the Franklins or drive out into the desert with him until I knew I had to return home. My mother was a narcissist so I did not really know what it was like to be FREE!

I had wished not long ago for someone, like myself, who had been through hell and back who had traveled and who was a witch. Eva, my sounding board and most faithful friend since I moved to Nevada held an open house in her new home on Saturday, February 20. I met several people and had a wonderful time. I secretly made a wish that I could meet “more of my kind”. For at least two weeks there was an ad on the radio for a film that was going to be shown downtown hosted by the Nevada Lands Council. Saturday, February 27 rolled around and my friend, Ryan went off into the wild and I had the FREEDOM to drive downtown and attend “an event”.

I was about 6 minutes late but it had not started. There were, alas, only 4 chairs left. And within minutes I got to sit with the MOST AMAZING two couples! The movie was dull and not what I had hoped it would be. But I met, get this, A GREEN WITCH! I’m a Kitchen Witch. She’s from Rhode Island and has lived all over the country. She talks just as fast as I do. She’s had a life that could fill an encyclopedia!

And we agree on EVERYTHING. I felt like I was back in THIRD GRADE! We went antiquing on Sunday and spent time with an INCREDIBLE octogenarian in Lamoille buying crystals. I got Ryan a $300 fly fishing rod for $190! Time stood still until we both realized we had long since missed brunch and it was almost past lunch. We split a check at a local bar and grill and it was like eating with someone you had known since childhood.

I finally have someone to cook for who brings out all the magic in my soul. I have a huge collection of cookbooks and my mom, although a narcissist, was an EXTRAORDINARY cook. She lamented that her grandmother was the baker but my mom could bake as well. She never taught me much. I learned from cooking shows and at Miller Cory House. About three weeks ago I bought one of those hydrogardens to grow your own herbs. There’s no place to hang one of those Kitchen Witch dolls but I don’t care. My giant kitchen filled with all kinds of pots and pans and Good Cook aides is finally my canvas!

Luann is a GREEN witch! OMG, a match made in the Realms of the Fae! She creates with crystals and items from nature. She has expertise in antiques and she can feel energy! She has so many talents and combined with mine and Eva’s and Luann’s friend who will be moving here, I’m not sure I can contain my soul. It’s already soaring in the skies!

I thank the GODS and the Universe and my ancestors and guardians and any and all entities that felt pity for me in November 2021 when a truly evil man died and I went into shock at the damage he had done to my life. At the same time, I had a man with me in Sin City by my side who made sure I did not succumb to the horror. I was gifted the courage and fortitude to pull us out of the financial disaster my husband had planned for me to never get out of. I met amazing people who had known him and did NOT like or truly HATED him. I do not think Harry Leo Duran ever dreamt that I’d be befriended by so many of the people HE had kept me from ever meeting.

Ryan is now living a joyful life bringing home treasures beyond either of our wildest imaginations. The house is filled with energy and happiness – although the carpet really needs to be ripped out and replaced and the walls need fresh paint. But we survived a horror most people would not have been able to do. And I’m meeting people who have also survived horrors.

I’m in the Hay House Writer’s Community and getting very positive feedback for my Tell All Book about the fiend from hell. And the ghosts and spirits have seemingly settled down for the moment.

One does wonder how the Tibetan relics are getting along with the African fetishes and the 19th century Sioux artifacts and the Yei blanket and katchinas are getting along with the Eastern Orthodox icons and the Roman Catholic relics. I hope the crystals are all happy and humming along with the baskets and urns and ceramics and paintings. I bought a shamrock to keep the lucky bamboo happy on the perch in the kitchen corner. The Valentine bouquet has a few flowers left that refuse to wilt.

Snow is predicted so I need to roast another chicken with my mom’s rosemary, parsely, sage, and thyme stuffing and pan gravy. I trust the aromas are going out into the universe and hopefully healing lost and tormented souls. GOD knows with the war in Russia and the Ukraine and terrorist and political unrest or outright civil war in Algeria, Burkina Faso, Cameroon, Chad, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Iraq (political unrest), Libya (civil war), Mali (civil war), Mozambique, Niger, Nigeria, Tanzania, and Tunisia, and tyranny in Canada, oppression in China and threats against Taiwan, maybe JUST maybe if I can attract a group of powerful healers to my area, we can send out waves of energy to heal the planet. That is my goal and if the planet could smell sage dressing wafting in the air, it might just bring everyone to take a moment and say, let’s stop fighting and find the source of that amazing aroma and share a meal together!

The past couple of days have been – let’s say – a bit out of the ordinary. Ryan downloaded ghost detecting software on his Samsung Galaxy phone and using bluetooth speakers set up a sting to find out who is haunting us. Several, it seems. They talked over one another. The app displays words as well. The sardonic evil laugh at what I screamed out, really pissed me off.

So, this morning I downloaded onto the fiend from hell’s IPHONE X, cause mine IPHONE is quite old now, a program called “Ghost Hunting”. The ads are infuriating and I had to give up but I did capture this interesting word salad from “something”. I could not get a single yes/no response.

The first word that appeared we had heard yesterday and the day before “church”. I asked if the entity or spirit was my late Aunt Dorothy May Smith who lived here and who put the down payment down hoping she’d not need the nursing home. She did. The assistant living facility lied about how bad her Alzheimer’s had progressed. She sun downed. She was violent. It was a nightmare. When she fell out of bed and I couldn’t lift her back up, I had no choice but to place her in a home. And they had a terrible time with her. She died up in Twin Falls, Idaho in a home there AFTER attending chapel services in December 2010.

2/22/2022 – 9:12 AM: CHURCH (.45) 

The next question was is this Aunt Dot? I was peeved to see the standard prank call – heavy breathing crap of “Guess” but then it said “friend” followed by Reveal.

2/22/2022 – 9:13 AM: GUESS (.49) 

2/22/2022 – 9:13 AM: FRIEND (.59) 

2/22/2022 – 9:14 AM: REVEAL (.48) 

I have no idea why I would ask Adam anything. I mean Adam is the first human’s name right? Other than

HOLY SHIT! Sorry, this just hit me like a laser!

Adam was the name of the guy who brought his girlfriend’s brother to the house when Bekins Moving Company arrived with the van in July 2009. Charlie, OMG, Charlie or was his name Frank – I didn’t keep the obituary – fell over backwards on the moving van in front of my house. I did CPR on him but the sheriff told me he was already dead. The EMT had me remove the poor man’s necklace and to assist in trying to revive him. OMG. I called the library – they don’t have copies of the paper for 2009. The librarian recommended I search Ancestry.com for deaths in Spring Creek/Elko, Nevada for July 2009. I didn’t know you could do that. But nevertheless, ASK ADAM is creepy

2/22/2022 – 9:14 AM: ASK ADAM (.52) 

2/22/2022 – 9:15 AM: CROSSOVER (.63) 

2/22/2022 – 9:15 AM: SEE (.47) 

FRESH – is a word my late aunt used a lot. Might be significant or it might not be.

2/22/2022 – 9:16 AM: FRESH (.48) 

2/22/2022 – 9:18 AM: DAY (.49) , 2/22/2022 – 9:19 AM: CHARLIE (.56), 2/22/2022 – 9:22 AM: IAN (.5), 2/22/2022 – 9:24 AM: UPHOLD (.53), 2/22/2022 – 9:27 AM: RAIN (.46), 2/22/2022 – 9:27 AM: HAPPY (.48), 2/22/2022 – 9:27 AM: LAYLA (.67), 2/22/2022 – 9:28 AM: INTEREST (.48), 2/22/2022 – 9:30 AM: CORNER (.49), 2/22/2022 – 9:31 AM: I AM NOT (.69), 2/22/2022 – 9:32 AM: HUNTING (.45) , 2/22/2022 – 9:34 AM: DEAD (.46), 2/22/2022 – 9:34 AM: SET (.47), 2/22/2022 – 9:37 AM: SO WEAK (.48), 2/22/2022 – 9:38 AM: VIOLENCE (.5), 2/22/2022 – 9:42 AM: SOME (.45), 2/22/2022 – 9:43 AM: WITHIN (.61), 2/22/2022 – 9:43 AM: WOUND (.49), 2/22/2022 – 9:43 AM: GABRIEL (.5), 2/22/2022 – 9:43 AM: WRITTEN (.47), 2/22/2022 – 9:44 AM: DRAWING (.48), 2/22/2022 – 9:47 AM: HELL (.51) , 2/22/2022 – 9:48 AM: LOGAN (.49), 2/22/2022 – 9:48 AM: FASTER (.47), 2/22/2022 – 9:50 AM: UNDER BOOK (.47), 2/22/2022 – 9:51 AM: EDGE (.48), 2/22/2022 – 9:51 AM: MARCH (.53)

I decided at this point, that the app was just randomingly generating words from its built in dictionary and gave up. Ryan was busy in his wing of the house at lunch so I tried again while trying to get the logs in the Blaze King wood burning stove to burn. The dogs were all excited and fussing while I sat on the couch. The minute Auggie tried to get in my lap (He’s 65 pounds – not gonna happen) the word PET appeared. the rest sounds like gibberish.

2/22/2022 – 11:32 AM: OTHER (.45)

2/22/2022 – 11:33 AM: PET (.5)

“Pet” was a direct hit but then the rest is word salad. I don’t know anyone named Sebastian.

2/22/2022 – 11:35 AM: SEEK (.47), 2/22/2022 – 11:36 AM: PROVIDER (.56), 2/22/2022 – 11:37 AM: SEBASTIAN (.53), 2/22/2022 – 11:57 AM: TRAVEL (.48), 2/22/2022 – 11:58 AM: ROCK (.46)

Ryan went out and I did chores and then after I had dinner, I tried again. Nothing worthwhile.

2/22/2022 – 6:42 PM: FOLLOW (.5), 2/22/2022 – 6:43 PM: SHINING (.52), 2/22/2022 – 6:43 PM: MEMORY (.52)

2/22/2022 – 6:44 PM: DIFFICULT (.58)

When I saw the word DIFFICULT I had a thought. A faint thought. The kind of thought that gets cartoon characters into trouble. Why not go into the locked room my late aunt used as a bedroom, that is now filled with fleece in bins, and Harry’s “stuff” we had to put somewhere – aka thangkas, the Chinese rug with a skeleton that he found was rescued from the Red Guard and another with a woven image of a tiger skin on it, Tibetan ritual implements, a buffalo ax, his human skulls he bought to study brain surgery that he then ended up using in Santeria, you know “stuff” and it’s where I keep the Yei Ceremonial blanket

https://gateway2manifesting.com/2021/07/06/changing-woman-yasmin-boland-and-a-super-rare-white-yei-navajo-blanket-rug/

and

https://gateway2manifesting.com/2021/07/12/the-yei-blanket-imbued-or/

I got into the room and said, well, you all now have a chance to talk. Brent said you chatter all the time. With that the word FREAK appeared. If you read about the Yei blanket, you read how Brent came barreling down the hall trying to brush the fae off him. They only stopped once he got to the Senufo. Mmmm.

Now I’m not going to embarrass my friend, but, he has a brother, whose name is spelled differently, but it’s close enough, and I have no idea what RIPPING APART references UNLESS, and this is a stretch, they wanted to talk about BelBel ripping apart her pet bed later that day.

2/22/2022 – 6:46 PM: FREAK (.46)

2/22/2022 – 6:47 PM: SEAN (.72)

2/22/2022 – 6:47 PM: BROTHER (.52)

2/22/2022 – 6:48 PM: RIPPING APART (.46)

I’m going to be experimenting with these apps. Total investment so far is about $24 US – a waste but I have to figure out if it’s worth the investment into some heavy duty ghost hunting devices – not apps.

I also figured out that Brave was the reason why I couldn’t find the pop up for the color wheel in WordPress so I’m back to using Chrome.

At first Ryan wondered how in the world I could be such a lousy housemate stomping around the house and slamming the fridge door all night long.  Simultaneously, on my side of the house, I was wondering the same thing fearing that Ryan was an insomniac that just raided the kitchen all night long.  We both witnessed that we were both extremely considerate of each other.  Ryan was impressed that I was so quiet so he couldn’t understand the slamming at night.

Because neither of us wanted to insult the other we just kept quiet until one day when we both blurted out at the exact same time – so YOU’RE not the one slamming the fridge.  We both apologized profusely for thinking ill of the other and then we set to work trying to catch the ghost or poltergeist in the act.

On Ryan’s side of the house the sounds were rather terrifying.  The master suite is like a mini apartment with a door that opens into a hallway with a door to the left that opens to steps down to a room off the garage.  That room is 26 feet long and has a door to the garage itself.  The garage is super large with two automatic doors, a door to the side of the house and one to the patio.  There is a trap door to a crawl space attic with thick, thick, extra thick insulation.

The suite has one wall with giant closets with folding doors.  There is a large window that faces the mountain with a large tree shading that side of the house.  The views are spectacular.

So, we are both at a loss as to how to scientifically explain the large banging sounds that were coming from the closet with the door closed, the sound of the door at the top of the steps opening and footsteps stomping the length of the room and the next door opening and closing.  How can we explain the sound of the door knobs jiggling after we locked everything and threw the deadbolts.  How do we explain the sound of something crawling in the attic space which sounds like it was in one side of the attic and within a second on the other side of the space!

How do we explain the sound of a man talking in the backyard near our shed when the property is fenced and cross fenced and it’s over 4 acres!  How do I explain the sound of my cell phone ringing from my bedroom while I’m in the kitchen only to find it’s TURNED OFF?  And then there’s the pet sitter’s account.  She got so freaked out she fled the house and refused to return while we were stuck in Ely three and a half hours south.

But that’s my house.  Meanwhile 5.8 miles on the other side of Lamoille Highway in the house my late husband used as an office and where he lived while in Spring Creek, there were the sounds of doors opening and closing, voices coming from the garage, music coming from the back room, and yesterday while day laborers were moving the last of the furniture from the house to a storage unit the garage door closed all by itself!.  I took them to lunch today after finishing up around both properties.

Frank was in the garage.  Ryan was not on the property.  He had the remote control for the garage doors with him.  All of a sudden the garage door closed with Frank inside the garage by himself!  Frank swears he was no where near the LiftMaster Wall Control.  Jeremy was INSIDE the house.  Later that day, I asked if Ryan had brought home the pizzas.  NO!  Sigh, so I drove over and to my horror saw BOTH garage doors wide open.  OMG.  That’s alarming.  I dashed inside and nothing was amiss.  I grabbed the pizzas and the brownies and got back to my truck and used my remote to close both doors.

            Today, all four of us had lunch in a local casino bar and grill and swore to GOD that the door closed by itself and that the doors were DOWN when the men left yesterday and I swore the doors were up at 5 p.m. Had my stomach not growled and I had I not wanted to finish off the pizzas, the house would have been left wide open all night!  OMG!

            BUT BUT BUT, those are all creepy events but wait for it.

            A lady named Alicia bought the hand-hewn pine log custom-made log bedroom set.  It was terribly expensive back in February 2006 when Harry bought it.  I was sad to see it go but neither of us wanted it.  Alicia arrived at the house with a friend and they hauled off the set.  Ryan helped and delivered the dresser to Alicia’s house.  He never thought he’d see her again.  So ,he was surprised when he was visiting his friend who owns a gas station near the bridge over the Humbolt.

            “Hey, I know you!”  “And I know you!  You bought the bedroom set”!  Ryan looked at Alicia and was afraid to say anything.  She had two black eyes, looked stricken and scared, and ill.  Her friend was much younger.  The two women darted looks at each other and shifted their weight and finally told what had happened.

            After Alicia got the bedroom set home on January 5, everything seemed fine but it didn’t stay fine.  Alicia and her friend were in the kitchen when all of a sudden the oranges that had been in bowl flew up into the air.  You read that right.  They FLEW UP into the air.  They gathered the oranges and put them back into the bowl.  As they both turned away they suddenly turned back and the oranges were no longer in the bowl.  Instead they were lined up in a row.

            Standard poltergeist story.  Nothing all that scary – well not if you know anything about hauntings.  But Alicia added the next tale.  Which road she was on, she left out.  She said she was driving 75 mph and without warning she found herself slammed into a concrete truck.  Alicia said she broke her fingers and was badly shaken up.  I didn’t have the chutzpah (audacity) to ask if the airbag went off and what the highway patrol had to say.  I did speak with Alicia’s friend who called me about the haunting.  My gut screamed that there already was a ghost in the brand new house before the bedroom set arrived and I was right.  In fact, it appears they were dabbling a bit.  But who knows?  Did the energy in the bedroom set piss off the already pissed off ghost?  Or is it because the area where the house sits is haunted.

            The house closing is on February 18.  I need to keep an eye on the place and pray a lot that the doors stay closed and the windows stay shut.  My late husband never wanted to sell the house and he told me this past summer the house was haunted when he moved in.  Mmmm.

Harry Leo Duran died, I believe at 2:30 a.m., on Monday, November 8, 2021. The Coroner wasn’t able to determine the exact time but that’s when I could no longer sense him. Before he died, he cancelled his life insurance policy, maxed out all of his credit cards, and drained his savings and checking accounts to zero. He was about to do the same with the pittances of his last remaining IRA accounts. At least $35,000 in gold coins was missing from his apartment and he had at least one $1800 watch stolen and his two $1500 bikes stolen from his apartment. Having seen what was on his phone, I believe one of his one night stands did him in.

I managed to unlock his cell phones and all of his devices because he had given me passwords over the years and Ryan clapped his hands in my face and said, UNLOCK and I did. It’s a Sufi technique actually. I didn’t know I could do it. The horror that set in after seeing videos and texts about the most vile of sex acts (toilet sex for instance), left me, to quote one of Harry’s favorite movies, on the verge of a nervous breakdown!

But Ryan kept me from losing my mind. HE packed up the apartment and the condo and got everything onto the moving trucks (two trips). There is a lot that happened in Vegas that is really bizarre but this post is about how I not only survived but how thanks to Harry dying, I got to meet:

1. A stripper who works as a waitress who told me about doctors and what REALLY goes on in Vegas that no one wants to know.
2. Harry’s junior high girlfriend via FaceTime. She’s a practicing witch and a powerful psychic. I didn’t even know they had kept in touch.
3. Harry’s eye candy (2018) who is now my realtor. If I wrote this up, you’d all demand I be institutionalized.
4. A man who wanted to buy one of Harry’s books at yesterday’s estate sale, who turned out to be just as obsessed with giants and Bigfoot as Ryan and I am. Tim is a pilot and he’s offered to take us up in one of his many planes to fly over sites we’ve been dying to see from the air in search of burial grounds of the red haired cannibalistic giants! And to fly over the Bigfoot Highway. Oh, and his father taught him how to dowse! I called Ryan and told him to get home as fast as possible as we were in the midst of discussing the Titans and the mound near our house. Yup, that was fun as the bitter wind froze my hands and blew my hair all over the place as I tried not to interject too much and not jump up and down clapping my hands like a fur seal.

Had Harry not died, I never would have met the lady suffering from crippling fibromyalgia and her twin flame much less done a healing session on her in my LIVING ROOM! I was kept on a tight leash and basically spent the past 12 years as either a caregiver at home or just a recluse that only left the house to buy groceries and pet food. The estate sale brought a lot of strangers into my house and suddenly into my life as well. A gorgeous gracious holy woman of Choctaw descent spent a lot of time in the house because she wanted to buy two of Harry’s breviaries.

I’m now friends with Jo Jo Jilbert the scrap metal artist who did a $10,000 portrait of Harry using a spoon for his head. I spent time at his studio in Vegas on the second trip. He’s putting Harry’s portrait into his upcoming show in March 2022 at Caesar’s Palace.

https://m.facebook.com/watch/?v=2492354877478638&_rdr

I got to interview David E Veliz who painted two oil paintings – one cost $3,000 and we thought it was of Gwen Stefani, and the other cost $6,000. I introduced him to the Bhagavad Gita since he asked how to become more adept at spiritual discernment.

The house Harry used when he was in Spring Creek, was burglarized around 5 in the morning on Saturday, January 15, 2022. The thieves stole all of the designer hats, glasses, watches, all the TVs, computers, and several other very expensive items. The woman dropped her Dotty’s casino player’s card. The neighbor who saw the White Dodge Diesel Ram back up to the garage failed to call me nor the police. I had him dictate to the Sheriff’s dispatch on my phone what he saw. Another neighbor recognized the name and sent us a Facebook profile photo which matched the description we got from the house sitter I had to hire. The woman came back and asked if he had seen her lost dog. He got the plates and memorized her face.

At the estate sale, a city police officer and his wife showed up and I was bitching about how awful our law enforcement is. He then identified himself. I showed his wife the screen shot and she INSTANTLY recognized the woman who is a known meth head. I will leave off here until she and her boyfriend are arrested and convicted.

Because I did not want to drive for 11 hours from Spring Creek to Vegas alone in January, I asked Ryan’s friend’s wife to go with me. She’s 13/16ths Shoshone. Ryan wanted her to help drive but she was exhausted. What she did do was keep me talking the entire time. I learned a LOT about how the U.S. government condoned the genocide of the Shoshone. I only knew about the Cherokee and Sioux. To my shame, I didn’t even know about Kit Carson’s slaughtering of Navajos. Kate is super psychic so we could compare notes on when we were entering haunted canyons. She had never been to the Fremont Experience. Alas, she couldn’t see the energy parasites nor the interdimensionals and demons. I could. I had a miserable time.

We had lunch at a FABULOUS restaurant in Washington, Utah off Interstate 15, called the Black Bear. The creepy irony of all this is Harry had said that as a gay man he was considered a BEAR. Don’t ask. Look it up. But he died a BOAR (PIG). THAT is a whole different type of “taste” that you need to look up in a gay underground dictionary and then have a barf bag handy.

The pilot who spent time with us today started off asking me if I knew the work of L.A. Marzulli. I almost felt insulted! As we continued talking, and he mentioned Antartica, I inserted that “Linda Moulton Howe” did a documentary on Antartica but we got interrupted. Had Harry not died, I NEVER would have met this man who could “see” me, who could throw energy (albeit I don’t think as far as I can) and with whom I could talk as fast I wanted and have someone keep pace. THAT was a blast!

I’ll omit the story about the lady who bought the hand hewn custom made log bedroom set that Harry bought in Ely, Nevada. I don’t think you all want to hear about how she and her friend watched oranges flying around the kitchen, doors slamming, and how she rammed a concrete truck while driving 75 mph and lived to tell the tale. Her experience with the paranormal might not have ANYTHING to do with the fact that the last night that Harry ever slept in that bed in 2018 just happens to be Ryan’s birthday and the day he brought up the puppies. That’s just a coincidence, RIGHT?

The pilot, however, said that the closet with the CDs contained spells and a dark evil permeated some of the objects in the house. And I should omit that F Buddy’s flight attendant friend for the past 25 years who helped pack Harry’s apartment and who is now Harry’s bulldog’s new owner has been sick on and off ever since November? Been tested twice for COVID – they don’t know WHAT’s wrong? I gave her the two super expensive Roman Catholic works of art he bought at the Container Park art store that went out of business – the two pieces I hated and refused to even try to sell? Nah, that’s not why she’s sick, is it?

There are a lot of other people I never, ever, EVER would have met had Harry not died. Some I wish I had NOT met, and others I am blown away that I have met. I’d perform the ritual depicted in Chinese martial arts films where liquor is poured on the ground for the dead but Harry was an alcoholic and his soul has been obliterated. Instead I offer a toast to whoever wrote the code for my avatar in the matrix. He/she- non-binary has one wry wicked sense of humor!