I finally listed my house on the market with a top professional real estate agent, Jay Spencer, last week. I listed on a Thursday which is, according to statistics, the day to list for a quick sale. Of course, today, the stock market dropped. It didn’t wipe out a year’s worth of gains here in the US, but it did overseas. Nonetheless, I am taking advantage of the New Moon in Leo to manifest the sale of my house and the purchase of another one. The vacant lots I already own are better suited for a commercial building. With luck, I can develop it in the future.
After learning Chief Architect’s Home Designer Pro and designing a courtyard house, I discovered that I can buy an existing home and build an Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU) next to the house using the design I already created. But there is a lot more to learn.
My original goal was to have a house built with a structure in which I could have a FitMax Salt Water Pool
I was trying to find a property I can afford when I discovered this one! It’s in Spencer, Tennessee on 4.11 acres and it has an above ground 30′ round SALT water pool complete with a pool house with a half bath on it’s own septic system. The house is on city sewer.
One of the subscription databases one can use is AcreValue. I used my last free full report yesterday. If I want to upgrade it’s $29 a month.The free account let me generate a soil map which is really useful if you want to know if it’s worth paying for a soil perc (percolation) test to see if you can have a septic installed or not.
And if you are buying a house with acreage of any size over say an acre, you want to know if you can apply for CARBON CREDITS or if you can farm it! This property has $111 in carbon credits assigned.
You also need to know the terrain and Natural Atlas is an affordable subscription service for find elevation, etc.
You can create a free account with All Trails to find hiking trails either ON or near your property.
I can’t hike well anymore so I selected EASY and it generated a map with eleven trails all within a short drive of where I want to live.All Trails links to the various park websites which in turn provide you with maps, photos, and videos.
As soon as my house is under contract, I’m going to drive across country and hopefully, this property will still be for sale. I want to be in a new home by Halloween and get my butt on hiking trails and into water and drive over to the Atlantic Ocean and down to Orange Beach, Alabama before Christmas!
Sometime around 5 am or so on Monday, July 1, 2024 (yesterday) I woke up several times out of a recurring dream which took place in a different realm. It felt like a temple complex. At one point, I was being guided through, when I looked to my left, and saw a GiANT ,possibly 30 foot high head of a lion looking slightly down on what I thought was a group of people. I couldn’t see his body. Something was in the way. I let out a OH WOW that’s Narasimha and the others around me seemed pleased I recognized the fourth avatar of Lord Vishnu.
There were thanghka like paintings and paintings on walls and the only other one that stuck, because I also uttered his name, was Sun Wukong. I was given a fist full of small brass yantras with full color images of dozens, if not close to a hundred deities. I woke up. Went to the bathroom, fell back asleep and was on some path with another woman – normal looking – mid-30s??? and she saw me pull the yantras out of a pocket in a cloak I had been given which felt super heavy because it was filed with dharma weapons. One felt like a mace.
She suddenly remembered she had left her yantras behind and she got up and raced off like the movie character “The Flash”. I was upset that the yantras were jumbled and started to sort them when I woke up.
Now you’d think I dream about Mata Saraswati because she plays the veena. It’s not a sitar. Looks similar. Being a musician myself, you’d think we’d have a real bond. No. I get to see a fierce demon slayer. One who incarnated for the sole purpose of slaying Hiranyakashipu, king of the Asuras a race of demon-like beings, most of whom tend to be evil, not all, most. Jinn are more like smoke beings from tales, however, asuras live in a different realm and they often come into this one. It’s all very complicated.
Hiranyakashipu had done severe austerities and earned a boon. What he asked for was this:
Book 7 of the Bhagavata Purana, Chapter 8:
Can’t be killed by a man nor woman nor god nor goddess, nor demon (asura), nor yakshas (nature spirits), nor gandharvas (celestial musicians and dancers), nor kinnaras (supernatural beings which are half human and half animal who serve as Lord Indra as musicians and dancers), nor creatures of water nor creatures of land, nor creatures that walk, nor creatures that fly.
He asked that he not be killed during the day nor the night. Nor on the ground nor in the sky.
He asked that he not be killed by any weapon. Nor indoors nor outdoors.
And he asked that he not be killed by chants nor by tricks.
So, Hiranyakashipu got his boon. Did he use it wisely? NO! He terrorized everyone and everything and when he was about to behind his own son, the son prayer to Narayan and Vishnu emanated his fourth avatar who was neither a man nor an animal and he certainly wasn’t a kinnara. Lord Narasimha ripped out the evil king’s intestines and heart with his claws, which are not a weapon per se. Lord Narasimha broke the demon’s back over his legs so he did not touch the ground and was not killed in the air. The evil king was killed in a threshold which is neither inside nor outside. And he was killed at sunset (dusk) which is neither day nor night.
“Many of the devotees worship Lord Narasimha with great reverence at homes and in temples, while some observe fast until dusk, on the day of his advent. It is firmly believed that offering prayers to this Lord can bestow one with a variety of benefits like mitigating sins, curing diseases, warding off negative influences of planets and also evil forces, fulfillment of honest desires in respect of longevity, wealth, success, etc. and leading towards liberation”.
Sun Wukong is the Chinese Monkey King who is also a demon slayer equal only to Lord Hanuman. I wish I had been more lucid in the dream to recognize any of the other deities. It was such a shock to see Lord Narasimha, I’m lucky I was able to stay as lucid in the dreamworld as I was, especially since this wasn’t a realm I’m used to. DEFINITELY not a dream about walking in a park in this world that we think we’re living in.
This is a still from the 1986 version of Journey to the West. The image I saw was a portrait in color but it felt like it was more like a thangka painting and Sun Wukong was seated and looking right at the viewer which was, me. I can’t find anything like what I saw.
I rarely dream about anyone I actually know. Sometimes, but rarely. I’m usually surrounded by strangers. I wish I knew who the other “human” was in the dreamassuming a character that can walk alongside you and then take off running like the “Flash” was human.
Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’ I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
The Year I was Born a house cost $22,000. My parents got the house I grew up in two years later for $17,500 with a 4.5 percent VA loan. It had been built three years prior and the family that bought it trashed it. My parents got a bargain.
The average income was $4,137. My dad made a lot more. Took decades for me to discover that as a financial statistician for Mobil Oil we were actually rich. But the Great Depression forced a mindset of preparing for the worst, so we lived several rungs in the ladder belong what we could have afforded.
A Ford car cost $1606-$2944. Thanks to a storage box of 35MM slides crashing to the floor, I discovered a photo of my mom’s Pontiac from 1951! When I get to Tennessee I’ll have those slides digitized.
I drink a lot of whole milk – not that 1 percent crap which the nutritionist told the late Martin Alexander Clifton while in hospital was the worst thing you can drink – was 92 cents for a gallon.I just put in an order for Walmart Curb Side Pick Up for a gallon and paid $3.79 online something my parents would have found inconceivable. Gas was only 23 cents a gallon – yesterday I paid $3.97 a gallon for unleaded regular and had to pump it myself. I grew up with gas station attendants who pumped the gas, checked your oil, cleaned your windshield, if traveling gave you the key to the bathroom, and gave you a map for your trip ahead!
Bread was only 18 cents and it tasted amazing! We only bought bread at a bakery which alas, went out of business in the 80s. Best bread I ever ate and never found anything like it in the years that have passed. This stamp was issued for 3 cents two days after I started screaming for the first time.
My parents LOVED T-bone sirloin steaks. Not sure if sirloin chops for $ .69 a pound is the same thing, but I can tell you that a petite boneless sirloin ON SALE is now $7.99 a pound. I had a coupon AND a senior citizen 10 percent discount so i was able to buy sirloin last week, but not this week. Hell no! I’m not paying $7.99!
Pot Roast was only 43 cents a pound! I looked in the butcher case last Wednesday and almost cried. No pot roast for Sunday anymore. And EGGS. OMG eggs were 61 cents a dozen. Remember the great Egg shortage of 2023? At least now they cost $3.89 a dozen.
I don’t drink coffee – never liked it never got addicted. It was 93 cents a pound when my parents were changing my diaper. Had they ever lived to see a Starbucks and the cost of a foo-foo, pretentious, $3.25 Caffè Americano Grande, they would have acted out and I would have had to drag them out of the mall before the Cancel Culture attacked them!
I remember peeling LOTS of potatoes and shelling pees and shucking corn on the back porch. Those potatoes cost my mom 53 cents for 10 pounds. Those potatoes were grown in Delaware and were like candy. A Russet costs 99 cents for ONE potato – just ONE and it’s tasteless compared to the ones in my childhood. A 6 ½ oz. can Starkist tuna cost a quarter! I stopped buying tuna cause it seems have too much sodium. A 5 ounce can of StarKist Tuna Chunk Light in Water this week at Albertsons is on sale for $1.29!
My dad grew up eating chocolate sandwich cookies. Oreos were first introduced in 1912, but he talked about a bag that came with vanilla ones mixed with what we recognize as an oreo. He’d eat all the chocolate ones and leave the vanillas for his sisters who were peeved. My dad was probably gorging on an 11¾ .oz package of oreos for 39 cents trying to get me to go to sleep or not. I was told I was an exceptionally well-behaved infant, toddler, child, teen, and then all hell broke loose.
I just clipped the JUST FOR U Albertsons coupon so I can pick up a 18.71 ounce FAMILY SIZE (pfff) bag of Oreo Double Stuf Chocolate Sandwich Cookies for $3.29. Without the online coupon some guy pulling off I-80 to shop will pay $5.49!
A pint of Potato Salad was 29 cents. I only buy that when someone is coming for lunch and I’m making sandwiches! A 24 package of Cracker Jack cost $1.49. I wouldn’t eat that crap now if you paid me. Plus it’s $2.49 an ounce! A ½ gallon of apple cider was 49 cents. I wanted to get some two weeks ago in Raleys and saw $6.49 on the label on the shelf and closed the refrigerator case door and walked off.
My mom used cloth diapers and we had a DIAPER service. I suddenly became self-aware in Two Guys on Route 22 in the aisle with these sparkling multi-colored toddler underpants. I wanted them and my mother said no way. I was in a diaper and the only way I could wear them was to potty train myself right there and then. I went home and that was the last time I crapped my pants until I got sick one day in my 40s! I also distinctly remember climbing out of my crib and going downstairs to announce I was all grown up and to get rid of that thing. I also went outside and announced I didn’t want the sandbox because it was baby stuff and I was all grown up. Oddly enough, except for a few moments of being a kid, I really did become a tiny adult overnight. I can also still see those underpants sparkling as if it were two or three years ago and not well a lifetime ago. I had a semi photographic memory – not the rare kind, but one that’s a pain when you want to forget painful moments.
I didn’t know that everyone didn’t dream in color. I had no idea most people didn’t lucid dream. And I had no idea others didn’t feel like the earth was a prison planet. I hated being in a body. HATED it. Hated gravity. Hated having to walk instead of levitating. Hated feeling hungry and needing to pee, etc. Hated getting sick. Hated not being able to summon objects with my mind the way Samantha was able to do in Bewitched.
I did love the beauty of the sky and nature and sunsets and sunrises and the ocean. I loved water. I absolutely LOVED turtles and flowers and animals. I never liked humans. I still don’t.
When Frank Sinatra sings about being 21, I think of how that was the year I graduated from college after 3 years and there wasn’t a job to be hand. Gerald Ford was president and he was TERRIBLE. When I was 35 I was back in graduate school working at the reference desk at the main reference desk at Rutgers having a blast. When I was 65 I bought myself a birthday card wishing me a happy 65th because that year I didn’t get a single card. My late abusive husband didn’t even mention it.
This song is probaby more apropos
This month as I near my 70th birthday my house is GIGANTIC mess. My bed has been moved into the room my late aunt slept in. The furniture is in the hall. The kitchen table and chairs are bunched away from the walls. One has been washed and is ready to be painted. The carpets are being ripped out and vinyl flooring laid. The garage has been turned into a carpentry workshop with sawdust everywhere I can’t find anything. Yard looks great except for a few things that need to be taken to the dump or sold.
The pets are trying not to freak out. There have been more people in this house in the past few months than in the entire time I’ve lived here. In the past year, I’ve met people with stories to tell about trauma and abuse and hardship and being in prison or jail or both than I ever would have imagined meeting.
I have met people with psychic abilities who have tried desperately to hide from them and to not let anyone know. I have no filter and no boundaries, so I’ve let them know they are broadcasting shit regardless so they might as well buck up and use their abilities to climb out of the gutter. We’re stuck in a human body until our time is up. It took me from the time I got potty trained until a few weeks ago to finally stop bitching about being in a human form and just coast along like this woman is doing:
Cumberland County has a new building inspection department and I sent them all the information I had on Freedom Yurts. They didn’t think they would be able to approve the permits. So back to the drawing board only this time I signed up for a free Home By Me account and spent March 2024 learning the program and learning how to design a home from scratch.I was going to have to pay to upgrade to the Home By Me version which would let me export to DraftSite to create a CAD. I didn’t like the look of Draft Site so . . .
In early April I downloaded a free trial of Chief Architect and after a week purchased their $59 a month subscription to the “beginner’s level” version called Home Designer Pro.
Home By Me had 3D images of animals and plants and people and all kinds of furniture. Home Designer Pro has a “library” catalog, but many items I wanted are EXTRA – $5.99 and up. So I Googled to see what others had done and I discovered a video where the lady said she uses 3D Warehousewhere you can download THOUSANDS of free 3D creations and import directly into Home Designer Pro! FOR FREE.
On April 9, the infamous Eclipse Day, Jerry Lee Young came for lunch. He owns and operates the Jerry Lee Young Idaho Heritage Museum in Hollister, Idaho north of Jackpot, Nevada and south of Twin Falls, Idaho. I put most of my antiques on consignment in his museum.
During our visit I learned he’s a general contractor and his son is an architect! And that catapulted me into spending every chance I got to learn what’s called CAD (Computer-Aided Design) software so I could generate a Permit Drawing to submit to Jerry Lee’s son to see if I made any egregious mistakes. Next, get the mistakes fixed, assuming I made any, and then send the files to Field’s Engineering Consultant Services, LLC in downtown Crossville, so they can conduct a site analysis, and submit the CAD to their architect to generate a stamped permit drawing to submit to the new building department!
And this is what I have created. A courtyard house on a slope with an Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU) aka Guest House with a kitchenette and full bath and two walk-in closets on 4.3 acres surrounded by a farm. The main house has one ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) wheelchair accessible walk-in shower bathroom and a powder room, one bedroom suite, an office which if you added a closet in the future could be turned into a bedroom, a library/piano room, eat-in kitchen with a walk-in pantry, a laundry room with a walk-in broom closet, a powder room, which in the United States is a room with a toilet and a sink for guests, and a mechanical room in the courtyard for the water heater, furnace, and electrical fuse boxes. In the back there’s a retaining wall, and I fenced the property in and added an above ground pool to represent the FitMax pool with a deck.
Floor Zero is the foundation. This will be the tricky part because of the slope although several builders now have told me it’s not that steep.
Both the guest house and the main house are only one story, although the guest house could have a second floor, if there’s enough money in the budget. Both buildings have a front door facing due East, as recommended in Feng Shui and in Vastu. I eliminated the foyer and made it an alcove, as per Ännie Schade’s recommendation, to open up the space. There is an exterior fire door from the garage into the alcove area and glass door from the garage into the courtyard. That might have to be changed per local codes. All the windows and doors will have Hurricane Shutters. Crossville doesn’t get hurricanes, but it does get high winds and Category E1 tornadoes. There’s no option for adding aluminum bahama shutters, but I will find some roll up system for residential homes.
And now for the design!
I put a small wood burning stove in the east wing in the living room, so if the grid goes down and never comes back up, this part of the house will have heat. No air conditioning nor electricity, but it will have heat. I put another wood burning stove in the office on the west side for the same reason. There is enough wood on the property to keep the both structures warm and to cook food. I plan on having well added, in case the city water system fails. I am expecting the United States to collapse like the Soviet Union did, like Rome did, like Athens did when Pericles died from the plague, and like the First Kingdom in Egypt did. Maybe Atlantis, although that was a real downer!
It was very easy to walk around inside Home By Me. A 3D image of a man could be moved, or you could pretend you were walking inside. To create a walk through, Home Designer Pro makes you do a kind of Clamation video (Ännie thought of that one. I was just frustrated because you have to aim the camera and mark off a path – see tutorial – click on the image and you’ll see what I mean.
I think I’d like to teach how to design your own house – a simple one. Not this one. Definitely not this one.
TWO Million dollars just to construct – not finish, not the land, just the foundation and the structure. OMG!And it’s in BLOODY AUSTIN, TEXAS – a hot humid hell hole of a city!
P.S. In March 1998 I was the lead speaker on virtual reality at the Computers in Libraries Annual Conference held in Crystal City, Virginia. Two months later I would be working as the head of the government documents library department at the state college down by Atlantic City – one of the most toxic workplaces one could ever hope to describe. I celebrated my 44th birthday at a restaurant on the beach. The college was a den of backstabbing and a vipers nest. My research got tabled and in October 2000 I moved to El Paso, Texas. Now all these years later I can FINALLY use the skills I said would one day be common place.
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I try to never let anyone take my photo and I never share the few I have. However, I finally caved in when I saw what it did for a photo of Brian. He posted three of them on his Facebook page.
When the late Harry Leo Duran, MD, PHD, MPH aka Vegas’s Notorious Doc died, Brian got to wear all of his $1,000 plus shoes and $35 a pair underwear, his watches, and his shirts and suits. He had once been a model. This photo flipped me out because he actually did this pose one night all dressed up in Harry’s suit jacket – the pants didn’t fit – Harry had VERY short legs. Alas, what happened after that is a book in and of itself.
So, I uploaded a faded photo taken on a hot steamy August afternoon in Hong Kong in 1987 as I was about to get on a sampan in the South China Sea. And the results flipped me out. The first one is so uncanny I can’t stop starring at it. That was MY hairstyle for years and years. That was the way I looked in photos and in the mirror and in reflected surfaces. The others are what I would have looked like had I gotten into modeling.
I met Cheryl Rae Tiegs’s father at a Holiday Inn swimming pool in Hays, Kansas in 1970. I always got her mixed up later in my memory with Christy Brinkley. Cheryl was on the cover of a lot of magazines and would end up on Cover Girl. Her father studied me for a few minutes while we were chatting. I was in the only one in the pool and he was the only one in a pool chair. My parents were in our room. I always went swimming by myself so it was not usual. Mr. Tiegs remarked that I had the same looks as his daughter and could be just as famous but the more he studied me, he said that I would not like the business at all. I was too fiercely independent and would not like being treated like a mannequin despite the income.
I had been a model for clothes for toddlers when I was two and three. My mom said I hated it despite earning a lot of money and being in ads in the New York newspapers.
So, this is what AI did to my photo. I am sharing these because Sadhguru said you should never let anyone have a photo of you. These are AI versions of me. It’s my image, and possibly something akin to my energy. It’s hard to say. The do give off a vibration.
I NEVER found a hat that fit – not ever. My head is rather small. Would have loved a hat like this.
I would NEVER EVER get a tatoo. Entities can enter through any break in the skin and to put an image on your body binds you to a spirit. This looks far too daring for me. And my breasts were larger than the body in this AI image.I did wear some odd watches over the years. Ones for hikers mostly. Harry destroyed ALL my watches. Used to yank them off my wrist. I stopped wearing any kind of dangle earring or jewelry because he would yank any adornment of me during a rage attack. I feared letting my hair grow for that reason. He would drag me by hair across a room.
I studied Western saddle and English saddle and dressage. It was during a lesson when my instructor’s horse bit the horse she had me rent that I injured my back. She had me practicing puling my knees up and spinning around in a circle on my horse on my butt. The horse only had a bridle and no saddle if you can picture that. I got pitched off in mind “twirl” onto a fence rail and years later had to have lumbar 5 surgery. Three other discs were injured, but the neurosurgeon didn’t fix them.
I used to go riding with the later Tricia Haertlein on the Malcolm Forbes estate in New Jersey. Wish I had these outfits at the time. After i started ice skating on a daily basis and training for a competition, I toned up and was a perfect size 8 for years. And then my back gave out.I was misdiagnosed for 17 years and it was only when I couldn’t take the pain anymore they ordered an MRI and discovered I was going to be paralyzed unless I had emergency surgery. I loathe the medical profession. LOATHE it.
I actually got a bit toooo thin for a brief stint in 1981 and this AI version portrays that look which really freaked me out because I didn’t have any photos taken during that time.
My hair is slowly slowly SLOWLY turning grey. This is a cute look though if I were still 34 years old.
So, unless i HAVE to promote my Tell All Book as an author and appear on a book cover or on a TV show or in Zoom, this is it. I do not share photos and I avoid cameras. Many tribal people feared cameras.
But if you must ask, watch Sadhguru explain why you do not share you photos.
Librarian's Guide to the Multiverse! 