Saturday, March 26, 2:26 pm
I regret that I am canceling tomorrow's meditation circle here in Bradenton. It appears that the suspected drug dealers across the street have launched an all out noise offensive for the weekend.
They started with a mini-bulldozer last night at 5 pm.
They were moving fill around and also up and down the street in front of the house until 7:48 pm. last night.
They noise is horrific.
They started again this morning at 9:30 am.
At 1:15 a dump truck parked in front of my house, in the middle of the road, with the engine running.
It eventually parked on the right of way across the street after the SDD's moved their flat bed in front of the neighbor's property to make room.
The cab left and the noise stopped at 1:30 pm, where upon the mini-bulldozer began moving the fill around again. It continues as I write.
Since these people are aware of our website and know we intend to meditate at 2 pm tomorrow, i anticipate both noise and gas fumes at that time.
I apologize for the last minute notice.
I have been complaining to the county for 2 & 1/2 years now.
It appears that this questionable business gets priority over the needs of long-term county homeowners.
For the time being, we will limit our Florida meetings to our venues in Palma Ceia and Temple Terrace. I apologize to all of you in Bradenton/Sarasota.
Perhaps these guys will blow themselves up cooking crystal meth and we will once again be able to engage in our 19 year old spiritual practice here.
Reverend Anna

Saturday, March 26, 3:15 pm
Our Florida ministry is under siege. (See email above.) Please send healing.
On a positive note, Copyright Printinghere in Bradenton is putting our April newsletter in the mail as I write.
(Our seventy-sixth issue and Copyright has printed all of them.)
You should receive it soon.
Thanks for your continued support.
Reverend Anna

Sunday, March 27, 11:57 am
Lest you think I was overreacting ... (see previous emails attached) the suspected-drug-dealer's flat bed truck arrived this morning at 9;30 am, parked across the street in front of my house like a giant red and white mega-ton finger in my face (parked on our ancient cast iron main water pipes, which these mega-ton trucks have already broken twice at county taxpayer expense).
At 10:30 am the baby bulldozer began moving fill around again, horrific noise.
I fear that it is just the beginning of a nerve-wracking day.
I have also recently been told that, while I was out of town, this business not only brought in shaley fill which is now filling up the low spots in my driveway up to my carport, but they also brought in two truck loads of cement and built a two-story metal awning behind their small blue building. I'm afraid to ask if the County gave them permission to do this. I would rather think they did it without permits than to think the County has given them further leave to flood the surrounding properties with toxic runoff from their bootleg auto business.
The noise from the baby bull dozer continues as I finish writing this email.

Please continue sending healing.
This affects not only my local Florida neighborhood, but the safety of the entire country.
The same drug routes that flood this country with illegal substances, provide terrorist organizations with easy access in and out of the country.
Reverend Anna

MESSAGE FROM THE GUIDES
Chin up. You are further along than you think you are. The general consensus is beginning to favor doing the right thing. Trying to “win” has left most people further behind than they were when they started. “You can fool all of the people some of the time.” “Some of the time” is coming to an end. Continue making small gains. You will be ahead of the game, when somebody finally points out that the Emperor’s new clothes are transparent. Look for love. You have postponed its arrival for too long.

It’s hard to believe what’s happening in the world right now. You know things are bad when cable news has trouble covering it all. I do believe we are headed into a time of renewed peace and prosperity (not greed, you understand). Somehow all that is happening now is in service to that end. It’s a bit easier to see that in relation to the crisis in Japan than it is in relation to the upheaval in the Middle East. Japan has the opportunity to face their disaster recovery with the resolve and dignity that we have come to expect from that nation. I believe, I hope, that they will move beyond politics and profit-motive to come together and be an example of how a nation in crisis is supposed to behave. I wish them a speedy return from the devastation of the earthquakes and the tsunami. I pray for their unity as a people as they rebuild what has been lost. I thank them for their service in reminding the world that nuclear power plants need to be built with caution and oversight, not slap-dash because the price of oil is going up. If the road rises up to meet them, and the wind is at their back, Japan can be the model for merging personal and commercial interests for the prospering of all. (I lent them a bit of the lyrical there; a gift from their Irish brethren.)

MESSAGE FROM THE GUIDES
This is a work week. It doesn’t have to be dreary. There can be great satisfaction in the craftsmanship of your endeavors. Recognize that many of the stressors of the past few years are abating. Take joy in a job well done and be grateful that it wasn’t a race to ward of the next disaster. Take time to tell others how much you value their company. We are all a gift to each other.

She was my other mother —the one who didn’t have her own agenda for me — the one who could share my successes and my failures without freaking out — the one who validated my goals just because I wanted them.

After I got the call that she had passed, I scanned the other side to see if she was around. I was surprised that I couldn’t find any trace of her. Later that night, I was working on the computer when Jacques and Julia came on the Create channel. Something prompted me to stop working and watch it. Julia started the show by demonstrating a technique for cooking scrambled eggs very slowly. You make them over low heat and stir almost constantly. You end up with very creamy eggs. It was one of the things Aunt Irene had taught me to make decades ago. I sent out another scan and felt her smiling at me. I knew it was my time to say “Goodbye.” We spent a few minutes sharing memories. I said, “Thank You!” over and over again. I thought I heard her say she was proud of me. I was sobbing as I felt her fade away. It was a sad but happy ending/beginning. She never lets me down.

MESSAGE FROM THE GUIDES
Things start moving forward. Be prepared to make decisions and progress. Support that has been absent the last few years,will now be there. You will no longer have to work double-time just to keep from sliding backward. Enjoy. Be productive. Accept the long-over-due rewards of your labor.

I started feeling the first, scratchy signs of a cold last weekend. I’m accustomed to being able to walk through an illness in a few days — extra vitamins, extra fluids, no junk food — but this time it didn’t work. I’ve been aware of extra tension in my neck and head for a while, so I started doing energy healing on that area.Much to my surprise, the cold got worse. I recognized it as a sign to go deeper and look for the underlying causes. I know that anything to do with the nose, throat, and lungs has to do with sadness and grieving. I turned inward and let the sadness surface. Mid-week it became really intense and I spent a few days feeling like I wanted to cry all the time. I began surfacing memories, some recent, some going back to childhood. A week later, the symptoms still haven’t abated. I did, however, notice something interesting. My body is more relaxed than it’s been in years, and there’s a sense of calm that’s overtaken me. I’ve been under an incredible amount of stress for a very long time and I think it had reached a crisis point. I needed to stop and process. I recognize the illness as a gift. I’m embracing its message and feeling grateful that it’s not more serious. Of course, I’m also thinking if I get the message, the symptoms will go away and I can get back to work full steam. Old habits die hard.

MESSAGE FROM THE GUIDES
Keep moving. You’re doing fine. Don’t measure your success by what you hold in your hand. You’re building a reserve and a foundation that will sustain you for the rest of your days. Don’t look back. The lessons from the past no longer apply. It’s a new day and a clean slate. Start over with confidence and know that you will thrive.