You will have lived a Blessed life if you are fortunate enough to have known at least one true friend’s love.
I have been overly Blessed.
In my lifetimes of learning, chaos, peace, violence, love, hurt, guns and rock & roll I acquired a few such souls.
True friendship. Never a doubt.
Each one taught me love and worth.
Each one SAVED my life at some point.
When my dear Irish Queen, Sheena Eve, ascended I lost faith in the Biblical version of your god.
There lay no logic in her forced ascension.
She was needed here still. Not for only my own selfishness, but for her clients of her professional and devoted career.
I have attended over thirty funerals of friends, Brothers and family.
So many that I now no longer attend funerals.
I am not even going to my own funeral. I donated my physical being to science.
Sheena’s ascension affected me like none other.
Perhaps it is due to the loving care she and my dear friend Victoria Chapman showered me with as they stayed with me 24/7 as I cold turkey went off the doctor prescribed Oxycontin and Fentanyl.
I would be dead if not for Victoria’s “BodyTalk” treatments and Sheena’s outright truthful Irish wisdoms.
I’m crying now. I will always have tears for her.
I am puzzled as to why Sheena Eve’s ascension has bothered me like no other.
More than even my Mother’s murder.
In all honesty, I am crying my heart out as I write. The tears puddling over my heart to quell the hurt.
I cannot speak her name, reflect on a memory or set my eyes upon her picture without shedding tears.
And I understand but do not understand why so many tears.
I do know I miss her.
Having my LightHouse ‘gift’ is a Blessing and a curse.
It is entertaining to see dead people in a movie.
It is an acquired skill to see, feel and speak to those who have been Blessed with their final eighth ascension to the Eternal Space/Time Continuum.
I am fortunate to still have Sheena Eve in my daily life.
A Blessing I only wish I could share with her family and our friends.
My cheeks are aching from holding back these tears, so I will close this now and bawl my heart out.
They will be tears of joy for having shared friendship with you, Sheena Eve.
My heart is full of your Light and protection as you “Walk With Dann”. on this my final “Walk”.
And I welcome the day we sit at the round with love and raise our tankards high and give an Irish cheer.
Till then, yes, I will cry.
“Is it any surprise that as I press “publish” Pink Floyd’s “How I Wish You Were Here” starts playing???? Thank you Sheena Eve, thank you.”