An Incredible Journey - A Walk With Rudolph Valentino and Marilene Isaacs

NOT MY FAREWELL

2010-10-13T02:24:00.007-04:00

RUDY is very amused by the "farewell" that Katherine has typed on her blog..he is reminding us all that there are no farewells, there is no death only life. He says to me right now as I write this "I love Katherine with all of my heart and Soul, remind her that as she is speaking of the freedom of the Eagles and Falcons to soar...I would tell her, and all of you to be as the Phoenix...who rises from the ashes and is born anew each day.....and then be the Falcon that has the ability to soar, but also see things from a very high perspective.

Look up my friends and then don't forget to stay up, but then look down and get the BIG PICTURE...that is the message here...the difference in making decisions based on seeing only what is around you on the ground, and then ascending to the vantage point of height to see from that level, is astounding. It will also save you a lot of time and energy...we have the choice to keep learning through repetition of lessons and suffering, or getting the big picture and making decisions and taking action from that perspective. I know I am making conscious choices right now to no longer to react and make decisions based on limited information and ground level observations.

Katherine'story is all of our story's of self discovery and finding out who we really are and why we are really here. We are amazing Beings of Light...created by the Divine Mother and Father to have free will and to Co-Create with them....it is designed to be a journey...and that is the long and winding road that the Beatles and others talk about..it at the end of the day leads us to the doors we go through and back to our divine path and our true home. We like the prodigal son, must go out and explore and leave the safety of the known path, and use our free will to create and make mistakes, the word sin, translated, means missing the mark...and when we are weary from learning through illusion and disappointment, and separation we return HOME...and realize in the words of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, "there's no place like home, there's no place like home"....

Where that Home is, is different for each of us...it is within and without...it is above and below...you can spend your whole searching never realizing you have always had the key...I think that is from an EAGLES song..speaking of Eagles...hummm..Rudy is very amusing you know and does keep up more than we know on some current events and music..he amazed me today...each week, each day there are converging energies that I know that he is orchestrating from the very high level that he is on..he continues to open doors for me in LA, and from the most unexpected places.

I have been going through wonderful things and difficult times as well and had really given up on even going back to LA like I have been talking about in November...being overwhelmed with day in and day out survival here how in the world could I even think about going back to Hollywood...well many doors..new ones are opening..connections that I am sure have been in place from long ago waiting for me to shift up into my High Self, Pilot Self...to be able to see and go with....the outer world is just a reflection of what is going on inside of ourselves...

Dear readers...this is just the beginning..much of what is happening with Rudy and Katherine is only theirs to know and share at this point of the journey...but like the Phoenix...the next parts that they can and will share will rise up out of the ashes and a new story will be shared with all of you...as for me...I am only wanting my divine path to unfold and I am willing to let go of anything on any level that is blocking me from finding and fulfilling my true destiny...I will continue to write...I should have written so many books over the last 40 years..but now I will speak and share what I know I must...sending love and healing energy to all ....fly and soar and look down on your life from that Pilot Self and you will know what to do and where to go...MM

My Farewell

2010-10-05T09:02:00.005-04:00

So here we are. We have reached the end of my portion of the blog. It is time for Rudy and Marilene to carry on without me. (I may be back from time to time if I have new information. I'm following a lead right now, but have not finished.) When I started this journey two and a half years ago, I was confused and very fearful. It seemed as if my life was spiraling out of control. Throughout my entire life, I had been faced with unexplained phenomena and occurrences that I could not tell or discuss with others, fear of ridicule created a tortuous trap that was impossible to escape.

I said before that this has been one of the most painful, yet rewarding experiences. What I have learned! The beauty I now see!! At last, I know who I am, what I am, and where I fit in the wondrous existence that is ALL OF US. I know why Rudy named his last home, Falcon Lair. Falcons, hawks, and eagles are thrilling to watch because they soar with no self imposed limitations. That is what Marilene and Rudy have tried so hard to teach me. We can do the same if we drop the weights and chains that keep us bound. We can soar.

(this was taken at The Greenbrier in West Virginia - yes it is a real hawk.)

One of the best parts for me has been watching one unexplained phenomenon after the other fall in the face of spiritual revelation. The disjointed feelings of being misplaced in time, the emptiness and depression I fought for so many years, and the fruitless searching for the one “magical” thing that would stop the hurt. Everything I tried ultimately failed because I was searching in the wrong places. After all that running around, I returned to find my answers right here, right now. I had carried them with me the entire time. All I needed was someone to help me recognize and see within.

The things I just mentioned were not the only questions. Along the way, there were also more specific things in my life that I had always questioned.

My inexplicable, devout love for horses. The feelings of joy and sorrow I experienced around horses. To this day, I can get very teary just watching a beautiful horse. I fantasized what it would be like to ride without paddock fencing, to ride free. The last time I was on a horse, we were walking along when my horse broke into an uncomfortable trot. Without thinking, I started posting. One of the guides commented on it later. I hadn’t even realized that I was doing it. The pull of the desert has always been with me. I’ve always found the desert to be beautiful and alluring. Living in West Texas for over 5 years only served to enhance my already strong feelings. I found a photo of Rudy taken outside Palm Springs that totally mesmerizes me. Now, I understand. Rudy’s love of horses and of the desert was passed on to me. And it was he who taught me to ride.

When I was in the 7^th grade, I met a new friend. Having been reared in a home where religion of any kind was absent, I was amazed to walk into Bonnie’s house and be instantly drawn to her rosary. I had the strongest feeling that I was supposed to be Catholic. It was weird, and I certainly kept that little tidbit to myself, but I was never able to shake the feeling. When I was in school at I.U., I lived at Read Center. Many Sundays, I walked up 3^rd Street and attended Mass at the Catholic church. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I felt good there. When I visited Ireland for the first time, the feelings increased exponentially! I finally worked up the nerve, called and enrolled in Adult instruction classes and was confirmed in the Church on Holy Thursday, 2001. I have many issues with today’s Catholic Church, but the deep feelings are still there. So in Los Angeles, when I walked into The Church of the Good Shepherd, I felt at home and at peace. Someday I will attend Mass there and complete that circle.

I have always had the feeling that I had a guardian and a muse. The guardian saved me on many occasions, not just from danger but also protected me from my own stupidity. I wish I had a dime for every time I’ve whistled, “Whew, that was a close one. How lucky can a person get?” The muse fed my creative hunger and was always there when I needed inspiration. “Spiritus” – Breath, or breathing. It was breathed into me. The perfect example of this happened not too long ago.

I am in the process of writing my third novel. I reached a point where I was struggling. As a woman it isn’t easy to word something the way you think a man should or would say it. I needed my male protagonist who is a cultured and old fashioned gentleman to tell my female protagonist how he truly felt after making love with her for the first time. She mistakenly thinks that the interlude meant nothing to him, until he rests his cheek against her head and whispers in her ear. I got that far and stalled. I could not find the right words.

I was sitting staring at my computer screen, drumming my fingers on the keyboard, when as clear as day, I heard.. “close your eyes and type.” So, I closed my eyes and typed. It was only after I finished and actually read what had been written that the full impact hit me. (Marilene should remember this because I called her in tears.) It is a most fitting end to my part of this blog.

“My darling, leaving you this morning was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my long life. The precious gift you bestowed on me last night renders me speechless. The memory of your sweet flesh and the love you gave to me should keep me content till the end of time. But, my love, I find that I am a greedy man, and I crave more of you. Not just your body, but your sweet company. I shall count the minutes until I can once again hold you in my arms, and I pray that they pass quickly for I grow restless to be with you. I give my heart and soul into your keeping.”

That’s my Rudy. He and I have settled into a perfect symbiotic relationship. I know that he is never far away. He has helped me find the utter joy and contentment with my life I now embrace. I cherish and appreciate my family as I should, my wonderful husband, our two daughters and my son-in-law. My love for Rudy is beyond my ability to express (and he won’t help me). We both suffered terribly in our last lives, only finding each other when it was too late. I’m not sure I will ever fully understand why that had to be. However, it paved the road to Marilene and led us both to her. Because without her, we wouldn’t be where we are now.

Dear Readers,

Our thoughts, prayers, and very best wishes go with each of you who has traveled with us on this journey. Thank you for your attention, your kindness and consideration. May God and the Goddess grant you strength, joy and peace in your lives. Until we meet again,

Blessed Be.

CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME, PART 2

2010-10-05T00:07:00.006-04:00

Oh here we go again what an adventure...LA is so alive and different than most people imagine..I love staying in the Hollywood Hills the suite that I have is the reverse of my home address 1008...and it was on the side of the Sunset Towers where I could see Merlin's house up on Miller drive..amazing...happy that I got to see him before he took off for the Cannes Film festival.

We went to The Chateau Marmont..amazing hotel...and restaurant for lunch...I had been there last fall with Merlin and friends at night at the bar lots of fun, and thought Katherine would love it as well...actually Rudy was guiding us there as well...we sat in a lovely courtyard, producers, movie deals being discussed around us, your ingenues hoping to be discovered ..quite amusing really...I take out a camera to take photos of the architecture...and the plants...(I swear) and a hotel official emerges and tells me photos are not allowed...I guess to protect the many celebs that frequent this place..believe me I have no interest in photos of those people...I got in six photos...Rudy found all of this very amusing...

A day and evening of relaxing and eating...so a cab to Whitney's who lives on Wonderland Ave in Laurel Canyon, not far from Jim Morrison's house...she is my friend I have known for 35 years...wonderful creative woman who has lost her vision due to a vaccination she had...we are working on healing her...praying for her sight to return....Katherine mentioned that we were relaxed..maybe she was..guess who got to drive Whitney's older model green Mercedes....ME...I love to drive but even backing down her driveway...steep beyond belief and angled...I agreed to drive us in the LA traffic if someone else would back the car down to the street...Dennis, Whitney's friend agreed to...then we were off...enjoyed the driving most of the time..Rudy also found all of this very amusing.

I drove up to Yamashiros and what a view of Hollywood ...will put up photos ...wonderful dinner..with two interesting women...we had a ball...laughed and enjoyed the energy there....Rudy of course loved every minute of it...we decided to drive down to explore Hollywood, the street was blocked off so we parked and looked around and then left...we had to go rest up for the next adventure....and oh what a day it was going to be...

Back to Laurel Canyon to pick up Robert and Whitney..this time not in a cab or me driving...Steven our wonderful driver and now friend..drove us there in a fabulous Denali...off we went..Robert is very spry and full of life..he is in his 80's you would never know it...he was so entertaining...and full of stories about Falcon Lair and the time he and his family lived there...it was all so unreal...I still marvel at how this all evolved...yet here we were a long way from Indianapolis sitting in my reading room talking about Rudy and his communications..we were living it.

It was a ride full of anticipation as we wound our way through Beverly Hills to Bella Drive..as we drove up my heart was racing...I felt a strange sensation of fear and apprehension as we neared the house I quickly got out my camera...Steven had to go up and turn around...everyone got out of the car...I lagged behind and started taking photos..unusual for me I am usually the first one to ring the doorbell..Whitney, Robert and Katherine were approaching the house, Rudy told me to start taking photos I love the one of the Flowers..we believe he planted those bushes..and if you look there is a mist in the photo I believe to be Rudy showing off his Spirit self.

An unkempt man came out and said that he was house sitting...the original house had been torn down in 2005 the shell remained it was heart breaking for me and devastating for Katherine..we found out later..Robert called this man that he knew Rudy's brother...but at that moment he was quite unfriendly and I photographed Katherine in a disturbed state walking away..it was so sad to be turned away from a place that we all should have been welcomed to...Rudy was sad and sickened...but also I felt a healing of the place occurring.

We went to the end of the road to the gates of what was Roman Polanski's home where his lovely pregnant wife, Sharon Tate had been murdered in the 60's by members of the Manson Family...Robert had told me earlier when I had met him that he remembered seeing Manson at the end of the road on a few occasions .....how eerie...to think he was living at Falcon Lair in that era...it was sad we looked through the gates and I sent healing energy to clear that event from the land there.

We drove away and as we left the mood quickly changed to a lighter note....off to Topanga Canyon to the Inn of The Seven Rays...wonderful drive almost to Malibu...the restaurant is a wonderful place where time has stood still...it is like time traveling back to the 1960's ..wonderful outdoor exotic seating, Buddhas and other statues and fountains decorate this outdoor wonderland...we were seated by the stream that flows by the this place..had organic, gorgeous food prepared with great energy...Rudy loved this place..loved it....

Back to LA and more and more stories of Rudy and reviewing our days adventures...The Church of the Good Shepherd where Rudy's funeral took place..we drove right by it...I could feel the energy and go back in time to 1926...many layers of energy there....all of this was a healing experience for all of us...you could see that the journey back in time and to Falcon Lair was happening at the perfect time for him...it brought lifetimes of healing into present time....so much to digest and ponder upon....the story to this day keeps unfolding...

California Here We Come, Part 2

2010-10-03T09:31:00.002-04:00

Marilene and I had spent a great deal of time at the cemetery....at Rudy’s crypt. My quasi-journal continues.

I slept well last night. But the time change is still getting to me. I read until about 9PM and was so sleepy I had to turn off the light. But then, I woke up at a quarter to 5 in the morning. I dozed until 5:30, but was wide awake, so I got up.

Marilene and I are going to Chateau Marmont for lunch. That is our only plan for today until we go to Yamashiro’s for dinner. We’re going to meet Whitney and have dinner with her. Then tomorrow, I’m hiring a car for the day, so we can see something without having to deal with taxis. The cabs here are horrible.

5:00PM....Marilene just called. She said something about going to Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Evidently, Whitney has some ideas of a couple of places to go after dinner. This evening should be interesting.

Friday, May 15:

We had a fabulous dinner last night. Whitney is wonderful. She is one of the bravest people I have ever met. (Whitney unexpectedly lost her eyesight. She is amazing. I’m not sure how I would deal with a horrible blow like that.)

We ate at Yamashiro’s, a Japanese restaurant way up in the hills. After dark, the panoramic view of LA with all the lights on was spectacular. We tried to go to Grauman’s after dinner, but there was a premiere of some movie. Christian Bale was there. Talk about a crowd! Huge search lights lit up the sky. You couldn’t get near the place.

Thank God, we don’t have to depend on cabs. Today, I am going to see the place where I/she spent 12 magical days in 1926. Where Falcon Lair used to be.

It started with the car. A beautiful, black Denali pulled up. Our driver, Steven, could not have been more perfect for the day we had planned. It was going to be so nice when we picked up Whitney and her friend, Robert, the man who had lived at Falcon Lair for a year. He was marvelous.

But before we picked them up, we took another trip to the cemetery. When Steven drove us to the cemetery, he was shocked. First, he thought he’d be taking us shopping all day......WRONG! He was also surprised because after living in LA for 19 years, he had no idea the cemetery existed.

I didn’t have any problems with grief at the crypt this time. My only problem was NOW I didn’t want to leave him. I walked away from the crypt twice, only to turn back. Silly. In the beginning, Marilene had to fight to get me to go there, then she had to fight to get me to leave. We did some other grave sightseeing. We saw Cecil B. DeMille’s tomb. It’s very impressive as you would expect. Marilene and I both felt a definite cold spot by the tomb.

We left the cemetery and drove to Whitney’s house in Laurel Canyon where we picked up Whitney and Robert. Robert was a famous dancer and choreographer. He choreographed the film, “Gypsy”. He and his wife were good friends with Doris Duke who owned Falcon Lair for a while. She asked them to live at the estate for a couple of years which they did. She wanted the property occupied when she wasn’t there. (I am sorry to say that it was Doris Duke who started selling off chunks of the estate instead of keeping it whole. She let the stables go first. What a shame.)

Robert is a charming, older man. He has many stories, not of Rudy, because he didn’t know him, but Hollywood stories. We left Whitney’s and headed to Falcon Lair in Beverly Hills. When we turned up Bella Drive, I thought I was going to faint. Memories came flooding back. I got light headed for a little while. I was crushed when I saw that the beautiful wrought iron gates had been replaced with horridly ugly solid steel ones. The place looked like a fortress. It was then that the anger began to build in me.

(Marilene quickly shot this photo at Falcon Lair. Spirit told her to start shooting pictures. Good thing, cause we weren’t there very long. Look at the lower center of the photograph. You’ll see the mist. My jaw hit the floor the first time I saw this.)

We hadn’t been there very long till a groundskeeper came out to ask us what we were doing. Evidently, we’d set off alarms and motion sensors. (See what I mean about the fortress?)

I felt very frustrated. I was completely shut out. I also picked up very quickly that Rudy was furious. I now know that my anger was coming directly from him. (If any of you know anything about body language, look at my posture and my stride in the next photo that Marilene took. You’ll see the anger I’m carrying!)

I was very glad to leave there. Unfortunately, the drive back down Bella Drive was worse than the drive up. Too many memories!

Whitney came up with a great recommendation for a restaurant for lunch. The Inn of the 7^th Ray. It is up in Topanga Canyon. It was beautiful and so peaceful, perfect for the four of us to talk. I really needed the respite!

On the way back to Whitney’s house, we were stopped at a light. Robert leaned over to me and asked me if Rudy had had a funeral Mass in LA? I said that yes, of course he had.....a large high Mass at the Church of the Good Shepherd. As soon as I said the name of the church, Robert pointed out my window. We were stopped right in front of it. I just smiled at him and said, “Nicely done.” (I have since been back to LA and went into the church. I didn’t stay for Mass, but some day I intend to. It is a beautiful church, and looks exactly like the pictures from 1926.)

Saturday, May 16:

I was hoping that the physical manifestations of this trip, especially yesterday, would not appear until I got home. I was wrong. I got up this morning coughing with attendant gut problems. Plus, my feet hurt so badly I wanted to cry. I know I’m not sick, this is all the result of tumultuous emotion. A final purging, if you will.

I didn’t sleep well again last night. I can’t get my contacts in. My eyes simply will not accept them. I just spoke to Marilene. She had a bad night, too. Actually it was worse than mine!

I finally got my contacts in!

I’m struggling to find the words to describe yesterday. How do you describe the indescribable?

This day turned out to be a day of rest for me. I stayed in my room and kept shoes off my feet. I needed a day! Marilene stayed in her room, but she had several readings booked.

That evening, Marilene, Whitney and I had dinner together on our last evening in LA. We ate at the hotel, but on the terrace by the pool. It was so lovely. Then it was back to the room to pack. Leaving here is going to be very hard.

Sunday, May 17:

It was an uneventful trip home. I didn’t want to leave. It is going to take some time to process everything that happened during this amazing trip.

On the plane, I had a new experience. I was thinking about Rudy and everything that happened when I got an uncontrollable urge to write. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. The only thing I can say is that Rudy, always the poet, dictated while I wrote.

“The only thing that has changed, my dear, is that we are closer, as close as we can be until the day you come to me.”

CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME, PART 1

2010-10-02T22:47:00.008-04:00

WOW and what an adventure we had...first class experience all the way...Katherine wore the most gorgeous shoes...why are they always the most painful ones...I wear comfortable shoes..felt so sorry for her..but she looked glamorous....we were in Hollywood after all...

The Sunset Tower was built in 1929 and was the first earthquake proof building built in Hollywood...it was home to Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable, John Wayne, Bugsy Segal..just to name a few...it is amazing and so comfortable and glamorous....ok here it goes...Katherine and I were going to share a Suite and very clearly Rudy said that "he wanted privacy with Katherine"...I was a little worried because I stay up til 2 or 3 and Katherine retires early, so when he started talking sternly to me about the privacy...I was relieved..we really lucked out...when said we would take two deluxe rooms, they upgraded us to two Jr. Suites for the same price...

You have to understand something about the Sunset Towers, many famous people stay here because it is small, understated and very private...and they even turn people away...for some reason Katherine and I are very well liked and welcomed there...it is a wonderful place to stay..have a drink at the bar or have a meal at, try it you will like it...last time I was there having a drink at the bar Rod Stewart and his wife and friends were two feet from me eating a very late dinner...so as Katherine reported we saw Kevin Spacey and HE SAW US..I swear he was checking us out...

The drink did wipe Katherine out it energized me..so I was so buzzed and time traveling into the past when Hollywood was glamorous....it is strange now everyone wears black and looks unkempt..some of the young girls look wonderful, but Rudy is always appalled at how they look he says they look like cheap..and the dark roots with blond hair really baffles him (and me)...as you all know I never wear black and love glamor as does Katherine, who by the way, has amazing taste in clothes and jewelery...Rudy so loves this..he was so proud of us and had so much fun accompanying us everywhere...

Oh, the cemetery...we took a cab...OMG everyone drives in LA..for a reason..the cabs are disgusting and a very questionable experience...the drivers don't seem to know where anything is...Forever Hollywood Cemetery being one of them..really???? It is only one of the most famous cemeteries in Hollywood...we made it and I thought I would have to drag Katherine inside of the Mausoleum ....It was easier for me of course I had been there, but seeing her reaction it brought back apprehension for me as well...I had promised to clear the place and just as Rudy and Spirit had promised, we had the whole place to ourselves...such a relief...

I started taking photos right away...and Katherine placed the roses in the vase we cleaned up and threw out old flowers basked in the beauty of the stained glass windows..it was amazing to see Katherine's fear and apprehension, morph into relief and peace when she realized..for real..that RUDY WAS NOT THERE...a very freeing moment for all of us...Rudy and Katherine now shifted into a new phase with their relationship...she faced her fears...a lesson for all of us...embrace what you are afraid of and you will be amazed at how it heals.....the look of peace and happiness amazed me...I was so grateful to be a witness to all of these events..

We walked out and I felt electrical energy everywhere a place of life not a place of death...Rudy told me to look down and there laying in the road a single RED ROSE..perfect, I knew in an instance that this was the gift that Rudy had promised here...we looked in the distance and saw a group of mourners, and pall bearers carrying a casket to the hole in the earth..you could feel the sorrow and group emotion even from the distance they were from us

We both assumed that the lone Rose that Rudy had land right in front of the Mausoleum, had come from the flowers from that funeral procession..we are not crazy..although... I do believe that Rudy could just manifest something if he had to....what a confirmation that there is no death.."Oh death where is thy sting, or Grave where is thy victory"...Hollywood Forever is the happiest most alive, glamorous cemetery I have ever been in...

Now to leave...we call a cab...we are on the phone forever....they could not figure out where it was...so we are stranded..so to speak in the cemetery...we finally go to the office and they call one..we are relieved we think oh surely, this will be a better experience than the cab ride there..WRONG....A filthy dirty cab pulls up, we get in a stoned out Jamaican man, with dred locks is driving...he peels out of the cemetery and a bottle of Dark Eyes Vodka rolls out from under the seat across our feet...we needed a drink after that ride home...lol

The good news that led Katherine to finding Steven, a wonderful Englishman, who has been our driver ever since......keep reading sorry for the delay...I am back in the flow now.....sending love and healing to all...it has been an intense shift into Autumn....surrender to the death of summer and the rebirth into another season...turn,turn turn TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON...

California Here We Come! Part 1

2010-09-22T09:00:00.006-04:00

“California here I come.....right back where I started from.” Hmmm. Oddly appropriate.
The time for the trip finally arrived

Marilene flew out two days ahead of me so she could be with her son on Mother’s Day. I stayed home with my family so I could be with them over Mother’s Day. I followed Marilene to California on Monday.

We stayed at the Sunset Tower Hotel on Sunset Boulevard. It is the most beautiful example of Art Deco architecture still standing in LA, and it provided the perfect backdrop for what was going to happen over the next few days.

When I first sat down on the plane, I almost got up to run back off. My heart was pounding like a trip hammer. I wasn’t afraid of the traveling. I have traveled solo for years. It was the fear of what waited for me on the other end of the flight. What would happen? How would I feel? What would I feel? What if I felt nothing? What if nothing happened? What would that mean?

I kept a journal of sorts during the trip. I am going to reveal it all to you and will be adding comments and a couple of photos. The journal will give you a fair idea of what was going on in California and in me, and how Marilene worked to keep me moving forward. I will have to do it in installments to keep the length of the posts manageable.

May 12, 2009:

Travel Day......very long. What was I thinking? I made a very poor choice of shoes. They looked great but began to hurt! When I finally got to the hotel I had huge blisters. One was bleeding. Stupid.

This hotel is a marvel! It is everything we hoped it would be. My room is wonderful and light. There are windows everywhere. It’s such a contrast to most modern hotels where you can’t see your hand in front of your face.

The room’s clock radio is an iPod player. There’s no sleep function (boo hoo) but I don’t have to worry about charging my iPod. I haven’t had the TV on at all. I’m listening to music. Rudy is singing right now! (I have recordings of Rudy singing two songs. It is the only example of his voice anywhere. I have the 78rpm record, recorded in New York on May 14, 1923. He sings “The Kashmiri Love Song” and “El Relicario”.)

Personnel here are so friendly and accommodating. It makes you feel very pampered! Welcome to Hollywood.

Marilene and I decided to have a bite of dinner in the bar. We were sitting there talking when the maître’d seated 2 men at the table next to us. I didn’t pay any attention until Marilene tapped me on the wrist. She said, “Oh I know that man is a famous actor, but I can’t remember his name.” There was a small outcropping beside me. I leaned forward to look. It was Kevin Spacey.

Once he started talking, I recognized his voice. Marilene feels the same about celebrities as I. If I see one....okay....but I sure wouldn’t expend any extra energy to go up to one. They’re just people to me and deserve to be let alone.

I had a drink – big mistake! Between fatigue, dehydration, and jet lag, it went down great, but didn’t sit well. I had a horrible night’s sleep.

May 13, 2009:

The first stop for Marilene and me will be the cemetery. Rudy seems to be directing our schedule and we’re letting him. He wants us there sometime between 11 and 4pm.

Last night at dinner, I found out the real reason for the room changes. I’m not complaining....we each have a one bedroom suite for the price of a deluxe room. But Marilene told me something else. (I want Marilene to tell you the real reason why she made the changes. I don’t mean to sound so secretive, but there is a reason why I want her to say it, not me.)

I forgot....the first thing I saw last night when I sat down at our table was an autographed photo of Adolph Menjou. He is one of my favorite actors and happens to have been Rudy’s co-star in THE SHEIK.

The cemetery! Hollywood Forever, formerly Hollywood Memorial Park. You can see the Paramount Studios water tower from the grounds. It is right next door. Now, how on earth do I begin to describe what happened there?

The cab pulled into the front gates and headed for the back where the mausoleum is. As soon as we were on the grounds, I started shaking like a leaf. I’ve never experienced shaking like that. Marilene told me later that she was afraid that I wouldn’t get out of the cab. But this is why I made the trip.

I walked up the steps to the door and stepped inside. There wasn’t a living soul in that whole building. Marilene had told Spirit, “nobody” and that’s exactly what we got. As we approached the hall where I knew the crypt was, I thought my legs were going to fail me. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Marilene came back for me. She urged me on. I walked up to the crypt and broke down in tears. (I said before, unbeknownst to me, Marilene was taking pictures)

All the grief came pouring out. (It was a stew of negative emotion that came boiling out of me/her: shock, disbelief, pain, helplessness, fear, abandonment, anger, and overwhelming grief.. ) Then it was gone. That crypt is the place where Rudy’s mortal remains lie. He isn’t there.

I took three red roses with me. I placed them in the left vase. Rudy and I were communicating. I felt a tremendous lightening of spirit, like a horrible weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It was wonderful. I had completed my mission.

Rudy has been so close to me this entire time. He’s been very active with Marilene as well. She and I have talked about him and how this whole scenario has changed both our lives. Neither of us will ever be the same.

When it was time to leave, we walked out of the mausoleum and down the steps. And.....lying in the middle of the road, directly in front of us was a single red rose. We just stood staring at it for a second. Marilene picked it up. When she handed it to me, she said, “this is from Rudy.” Then she said that Rudy told her, “Here, this is the best I can do.” (about 8 months before this, Marilene had told me in a session that I would be gifted with something at the cemetery. I talked about it in an earlier post.)

After lunch we returned to the hotel to rest. We found out that the emotion at the cemetery was more draining than we thought it would be.

(to be continued)

REFLECTION

2010-09-22T02:23:00.004-04:00

REFLECTION...what do you see, the outside world is just a mirror reflecting back what is going on inside of you and all of us, as a collective consciousness...praying for the world to change...

Thank you Katherine for all of the growth and freedom to explore my life and work that you have given me ...I am eternally grateful....I would never have been able to experience Hollywood the way I have if it were not for you and Rudy...it continues to amaze me...also thank you for the unconditional love ...it is wonderful that we can both talk about and express our feelings of jealousy...you are so right most of what activates us now, is just the tip of the iceberg to years and lifetimes of patterns...

Come on out tonight my friends to celebrate the full moon and Autumn Equinox at The Center of Peace...starts at 7:00...guided meditations, prophetic visions and Rudy will be sure to show up with Katherine...it will be a powerful night of healing the past and bringing in the new...

Rudy is very excited he says that now this lower level negativity has been cleared we can really get on with the bigger plan..that Rudy is very bossy but usually right...there is a Divine Plan for all of us...and it is unfolding...what an adventure...love to all MM

Reflection

2010-09-21T11:54:00.001-04:00

I had a post ready to go, but I’m struggling to find the words to say something. Yes, I was jealous that Marilene got to the cemetery and the crypt before me. I was also stupid beyond all reckoning because of it. As I was to learn, all that jealousy and hurt was coming up from the past. I didn’t see Spirit’s hand in all of it until later.

Marilene has spent almost two and a half years, patiently teaching and counseling me, helping me to find my way back to myself. How do you thank someone for that? How do you thank someone who has helped you reclaim your life?

So it seems most appropriate that we have arrived at the Autumn Equinox (Mabon or Alban Elfed), and the celebration of the harvest. (Here in the Northern Hemisphere.)

It is a time to look back on what we’ve cultivated, question what we’ve achieved during the cycle of growth, and use the knowledge to reach out to understand the mysteries of balance however you view them: light and dark, positive and negative, yin and yang.

I know, my Celtic pagan streak is starting to show here. (But with family names of Day, Warfield, Powell, Spendiff, Groves, Campbell, Burns, and Louthan, you have to cut me some slack!)

There are thousands of Druidic Triads (always the number “3”!) One of my favorites is:

“Three things avoided by the wise.”

Expecting the impossible

Grieving over the irretrievable

Fearing the inevitable

So, Dear Readers……There’s something to ponder while the Earth (Goddess) passes into Her Crone phase before being reborn fresh and young in the Spring, when the eternal cycle begins again.

We’ll pick up with Rudy on the next post. Until then, as my ancestors would say.......

Blessed Be.

A LITTLE GREEN EYED MONSTER

2010-09-21T01:27:00.004-04:00

I am back, sorry for the long delay in responding to this segment of the blog...here it goes...my whole life people have been jealous of me and what I do..so this brought back a lot of issues for me...that I have had to deal with...I understand Cindy's pain, and discomfort about not being there the first time I went to Rudy's crypt...but as I will tell the story, it just happened, that is how Spirit works in my life.

As mentioned, the whole trip that February of 2009 was unplanned, last minute...and for another reason other than visiting my Son or anything having to do with Rudy ( I thought)...I was going to visit and do healing on a dear friend...I have known Whitney since 1976, at a chance meeting in of all places my hometown of Connersville, Indiana. A childhood, and current friend of mine Linda, had invited me to a theatrical production of some sort and Whitney was there...

We became fast friends and she invited me to speak at Frostburg College where she was teaching Dance..and then when she moved to NYC we connected for many adventures...she is an amazing, creative human Being...well known in the world of dance..and very spiritual...fast forward...she then started spending time in LA....many years ago as well as NY.

Whitney had a vaccination that over a period of time has left her blind...she can see shadows..a horrible thing for a creative, visual person...THAT WAS THE PURPOSE OF THAT FEBRUARY TRIP...to comfort my friend and run energy on her to heal her eyes...

I stayed at her home in Laurel Canyon on Wonderland Ave...you can't make this you know what up...Merlin my son ended up taking us to a wonderful restaurant yards away from my Spirit friend, Jim Morrison's home in Laurel Canyon...that was an amazing night....later Whitney and I are talking and I am telling her about Cindy and the Rudolph Valentino story and she blurts out,"oh my dear friend Robert and his wife and family lived in Rudy's house when Doris Duke owned it back in the 1 60's"...I almost passed out...what in the world are the odds???

Robert is in his 80's and is a well known in the dance world and Broadway...I could not believe this...she called him up and we met for lunch...what a wonderful man and so interesting...many stories of Falcon Lair...and he and his wife indeed found one of Rudy's shoes on the property..they stayed in the guest house there and loved the year they were there...he also mentioned that he knows now that he had seen Charles Manson at the bottom of the hill going up to Falcon Lair...guess what house is next to Rudy's...where Sharon Tate was brutally murdered...yikes...

He said that they had done seances at the house..his children..but had not directly contacted Rudy...all of which I find interesting...since my friend can't drive her car now..I was driving ...a little nervous in LA traffic...we are driving and she says do you want to go to Hollywood Forever..we are right by it and that is where Rudy is....wow..what to do...I felt anxious and knew that this was all happening for a reason...so I pulled in and there we were...I knew immediately that I had to call Cindy..hoping she would like that I was there...wrong....I could hear it immediately in her voice that she was upset...

We are searching in the building where Rudy is and there are two women there they had a map and were looking for him as well..crap I thought...even with the map they couldn't find him and left...I was glad...in moments he guided me to his crypt...and then hurled a rose out of the vase by his crypt...the rose continues to be a way he communicates...more on that later..I was in such shock all of a sudden this story and Rudy came to life for me...not that I didn't believe Cindy or what we had gotten in the sessions...now it was REAL IN MY LIFE....a whole different thing..

Laurel Canyon has no cell phone reception....very limiting for my work since I do business in LA...so communicating later with Cindy didn't happen...when I did use the land line it was too late, that three hour time difference makes communicating with people in Indiana complicated....

It is a difficult thing being the go between ...the life of an Intuitive is amazing and rewarding, yet painful and a very lonely path...people love and hate you...in the half hour, or hour that I spend with a person, the connection and intimacy that manifests is more than they have ever had with almost anyone. Being an Empath, I feel and become a conduit for the Light with a persons whole being...that is how I do my readings and healing...it is powerful and a real high..but like any intense experience, when it is over it is a little sad...so in my world...I know thousands and thousands of Souls and their secrets..and then they are gone...some never to see again...many once a year or every few months or in the forty years of doing my work, many are on the other side now.

People think I lead this amazing private life..at the end of the day it is my eight cats and three dogs...so my green eyed monster came out when Cindy wrote the blog about her jealousy....it activated mine, not just toward her but many things that have built up through the years of doing my work, at great sacrifice to a personal life...this is hard to admit but I will... I thought " that Cindy has a lot of nerve she has a loving husband who supports her on all levels...something I have not had in this life..AND Rudolph Valentino in love with her from the past now from the other side...there I said it...this is why I didn't write any sooner than now.

I feel better now that I have confessed this...I have been going through a huge transformation...lots of sadness...loss...birth...renewal...feeling how fleeting it all is...aging is not for sissies I promise you that...more later dear friends time to go from snuggling with the dogs downstairs...upstairs to sleeping with the cats...so goes my life....love to all the lonely people....it is all about how to learn to be alone without being lonely.....MM

A Little Green-eyed Monster

2010-09-08T09:06:00.002-04:00

How appropriate that we come to this moment in the journey. The Wheel, The Wheel, The Wheel. Marilene is freshly back from California, and I am wallowing in a terrible funk. For whatever reason, I have, of my own free will, jumped back onto the wheel and am repeating the same damn pattern. I can hear the question...."Well, if you're aware of it, why don't you stop?" I agree, why don't I stop? It's like the story about the little boy that was observed standing in front of a refrigerator with a carton of eggs in his hands. He takes out an egg and smashes it on the floor, saying, "No, no, no." Then he takes another egg and does exactly the same thing..."No, no, no." Again and again. Maybe my way off the wheel is waiting for me at Marilene's ORACLE tonight.

Let's continue.....

This session took place on February 16, 2009. Marilene was just back from a sudden, unplanned trip to California to visit a friend who was having some medical problems. While there, she went to the cemetery and to Rudy’s crypt. I had some major problems with that as you will read. Marilene also met a charming couple, friends of her friend, who had actually lived at Falcon Lair when Doris Duke owned the property.

I had just walked in to Marilene’s house when the phone rang. It was her friend from CA! Unbelievable! I spoke with her for a few minutes.

Begin tape.....................

“They told me all these stories. Robert said he would like to talk to you. He said it wasn’t a terribly big house.”

It wasn’t. By Hollywood standards, the house itself was small, but with the grounds, the guesthouse, the garages, and the stables, it was a fair sized estate.

“They stayed in the guesthouse. They found a shoe that belonged to Rudy. Robert and his wife were into spiritual things. They said the weird thing was...Rudy never came through. But apparently, Doris Duke’s decorator..she ran over him in that driveway and killed him. He got out of the car for some reason, then all of a sudden he was gone. He was doubled over under the car. She’d run over him.”

Jesus!

“The whole trip was interesting. My phone crapped out. I don’t know why. Back to Doris Duke. Apparently her decorator was a famous guy, and they were all friends. When they were doing séances, he would come in. They have all kinds of stories. They lived there a year. He didn’t know that the house had been torn down. We were going to drive by there. I said you had found that it was torn down. He wasn’t aware of it.

Spirit told me to call you and have you come in today. Oh, I know, I was talking to him about horses and stables. The stables are down the hill.”

Yes, I know. When Glenda called me and told me to call you right away because you were walking into the mausoleum......the last thing I heard you say was, ‘Katherine, I’ll have to call you later, I’m getting dizzy’.

“I was getting sick in the mausoleum. It was overwhelming. We had to get out of there. It was toxic. When we walked in, there were two women, kind of frumpy, maps of the stars sort. I told Rudy I didn’t want them there. They were looking for him, but they gave up. The minute they left, I said to Whitney, let’s go this way. You get down to the end and there he was. That’s when the rose flew out of the vase.”

Whitney said it didn’t fall, it flew!

“It did. The whole thing....I knew you were going to be jealous. I had told Whitney part of the story. She said, let’s go there. The whole cemetery is wild. It is bigger than life, like a movie set.”

‘Jealous’ doesn’t begin to describe what I was feeling. While I was talking to you, I was sitting on my office floor. I was so nauseated, I was trying to keep my dinner down. I was shaking so hard. I got off the phone with you and I was just shaking all over. That was the worst night I have ever spent in my life.

“I’m so sorry. I wanted it to be a good thing.”

Well, here’s the deal. My husband was on call, so he was sleeping in another room. He does that so the phone ringing won’t keep me awake, too. I went to bed about 11:30pm and woke up about 2:00am. I was so agitated and unsettled. I wandered around the house for awhile. I walked to the room where my husband was sleeping and watched him sleep. I went back to the bedroom and thought I’d try to go back to sleep. I couldn’t, so that’s when I decided to call you. I thought it was 11:30pm in CA, so you would be up.

“I couldn’t get any phone reception. It was crazy.”

I tried to go to sleep. I finally gave up and turned the light back on and read until about a quarter to 4. I finally fell asleep and slept until about 6:30. My husband had been called away, the house was empty. I just wandered around trying to come to grips with what I was feeling. Finally, I went into my office. I sat down and just asked, ‘Why?’

I was told in no uncertain terms ‘Don’t ever doubt that this is all happening and unfolding exactly the way it is supposed to. The reason it went the way it did was so that Marilene could go there and take care of whatever she needed to take care of, so that when you two go, she will be in a much better position to help you.’

“Right”

Then I got, ‘do you honestly think that there is anything on earth or in heaven that can keep us apart, now?’

“What are the odds of any of this happening like it has. It is mind boggling!”

Yes it is. I told you about Mabel Sykes, the photographer in Chicago. I know we all stayed over in Chicago on the way from New York to LA after the Leviathan landed in NY. He had this sitting. Mabel Sykes was one of his favorite photographers. Marilene, that one photograph, when I saw that picture, I knew immediately that I was there in the studio when it was taken.

“I’m getting cold chills. He’s saying, ‘yes, he’s looking at you’. Wow!”

When I look at it, you can’t imagine what goes on inside of me.

“Absolutely. The plans were made for June. It’s all there, you can see it on his face.”

Oh, March is my month to host my book club luncheon and the hostess gets to choose the book, so I chose my book, HALLOWED GROUND. Because it had been a few years since I wrote it, I thought I better read it again. As I was reading the book, I got to the part where my heroine who is a nurse and the man she is in love with are trapped and he is badly injured. She’s taking care of him and the injury that she is most concerned about is gastric bleeding. Rudy died from ruptured gastric ulcers.

“Oh, my God! You’re kidding me. (Marilene shivered...she actually shivered) Soul memory is a very interesting thing. You were writing from memory.

At the crypt, I put a whole gridding of energy around it. I cleared out any icky tour vibrations. I put a lot of protective energy around it. When we walked in, there was a huge dove that flew down and over our heads. Everything was like that. You just knew that there were other forces at work. Have you had anymore communication?”

From?

“Rudy. Has he said anything new?”

No, not really. It’s funny, but I decided to read THE SHEIK again. I didn’t understand my intense reaction the first time I read it because I didn’t know everything. But at the end of the book, he is going to send Diana away. He loves her and he feels that he will be bad for her, so he’s going to make her leave. The last couple of pages is him telling her that she has to go. And she is begging him to let her stay because she loves him so much. She even goes so far as to put a gun to her head. (Does that sound familiar??) She’ll do anything. I’m reading that and it’s like, yep...I know exactly how she feels. That was pretty much the way it was around June 23, 1926. I know I was begging him, begging him. I didn’t want to leave him.

Rudy’s and my relationship now is....we are so integrated, I’m not sure where I leave off and he begins. One thing of which I am absolutely certain...when my time to cross comes, he will be there. .................End tape.

Here is the photograph mentioned.

2009 THE ROAD TO HEAING AND ACCEPTANCE

2010-09-08T02:15:00.005-04:00

Hello all sorry for the long silence...many lifetimes have happened to me, and to many, since I last sat down to write on the blog...PERSPECTIVE is everything. The difference of seeing things from ground level, or viewing it from the Higher Self..or as I like to call it The Pilot Self, it is like being in an airplane and seeing the big picture...this is what has been happening to Katherine in her process of healing.

As she has been healing her fear, and bravely moving forward...she has spiraled upward....as she has let go of negative chords and emotions, she is feeling and seeing things from a higher perspective...so is Rudy and so am I..as above, so below...we heal both directions...Unconditional love is the greatest healer of all.."Perfect Love (unconditional love) casts out all fear"...the actualization of that love is the key, it is not a concept.

As the fear is releasing the love is growing and healing and Katherine is morphing out of her depression, she literally looks 15 years younger than when I first met her...she is glowing, that is the power of love...and the innocence again that she had saved Rudy from the jaded world of Hollywood romances that he had experienced so much pain from....

Fitting time to be writing this...the Jewish New Year begins at Sundown on the 8th..I not realizing this picked it as the night to do my Oracle...year 5771 begins..it is the birth of Adam and Eve and ourselves...time to forgive..wipe the slate clean and begin again....use the energy of this time to become the true Creator of you and your life...you can and will heal your life....sending love to all of you and a happy new year M

2009 - The Road to Healing and Acceptance

2010-08-31T07:54:00.004-04:00

It is very fitting that this post comes now. Marilene is back from LA with renewed vigor and determination, and an enhanced sense of herself and her abilities. It is a wonderful thing to look at yourself in the mirror that Spirit holds. A normal reflective mirror shows only what is on the surface. The view in Spirit's mirror moves past surface imperfections, and as we get older those imperfections mound up fast. The light and beauty you see in Spirit's mirror is yours and has been yours since time began.

And so, we move into 2009 to begin preparation for out appointment in California.

Session: January 20, 2009 Begin tape......................

I hate New Year’s Eve. I have since the New Year’s Eve I had to suffer through after my Dad’s death. I think Rudy is blocking someone from my past. I can feel him doing it. Actually, I got rather pissy with him. I told him I wasn’t his fricking puppet. As soon as I said that I very distinctly got, ‘that person will try to drag you back.’

“There is no going back. You know that from this point on, you’re in the divine plane. You have jumped out of that karmic wheel and learning through repetition of patterns. You are spot on where everything is just moving around you, now. You’re in that place of dharma. And so what you need comes to you, instead of you having to think that you have to be out there doing this, doing that. You stay put, and it is drawn to you. Sometimes it is whatever it takes to get people into that spot. And in your case, you came in with this very heavy, wonderful, yet tragic story. And then to have died at such a young age with that kind of grief, then reborn. It had to be repaired. It is literally, as above – so below. So it’s like Rudy was hung up in spirit waiting to finish the story, too. To heal that old scenario, and bridge into now. It’s the never ending story. I’m telling you.”

Yesterday, something felt very odd.

“I felt something shifting, not necessarily with him in a way of him leaving. It’s more of a perspective. Everything is perspective. And so, one of the things you’re going through right now is a shifting in that you must realize that that was then, this is now. He’s reminding me of it, too.”

I was so agitated. Yesterday was a very bizarre day. I knew what he was doing. I know where he wants me. He........

“It activates and ties back in. It’s good, but it brings back up anything about abandonment, rejection, he’s gone. It’s not a big piece. It’s just a little piece.”

It’s residual fear. I lost him once. I can’t take the chance of it happening again. (tissue time!)

“The fear factor. It can be the tiniest pebble. The more you move into the spiritual....it’s like the Princess and the Pea. Because, and it’s not that God wants us to be perfect, but the fear is what we have to move. So whatever level you’re on, it’s going to keep being the theme and keep being pushed until it is gone. It’s interesting, too, because you look like a totally different person. You have totally transformed and transmuted. You have taken 15 years off yourself!”

Rudy took this overweight, frumpy late middle-aged woman who had buried herself, cut herself off from the world, and he has led me through this. No, YOU and Rudy have led me through this, and now here I sit. My husband made a joke the other day. He said he is delighted to have his wife back, there is just one unfortunate thing......when his wife, Katherine, came back, “clothes Katherine” and “jewelry Katherine” came back as well. (laughing)

“That is hilarious. He is such a wonderful person. He was placed in your path as a necessary part of your healing.”

What Rudy and I have done in this life runs parallel to the first time I met him at that party, when I felt so isolated and out of place. He came to me....I looked into those warm brown eyes.....

“Rudy just said to me, ‘it was the innocence of youth. It was refreshing.’ He’s saying all this to me. ‘You were like a breath of fresh air, because of all the jaded, hardened, egotistical people, especially women.’

It’s such a testimonial to what it is.....multidimensional existence. And it’s very hard, unless you experience it. You can read stuff and intellectualize, but until you have a direct experience you don’t really understand what it is. I have so many people who want so badly to have some kind of experience, and it doesn’t happen. It just is what it is. You are fully living in the now and fully living in the light. You can never go back. Once you get this, once you’re on the journey, the path gets more and more narrow. There are many roads that lead to the mountain, but once you’re there, there is only one path up. You can come from different directions, and you can come from different belief systems, worship this way or not that way, but at the end of the day, once you’ve been activated and the divine blueprint has been activated, and you have your true purpose, the multidimensionality of your being starts to connect in this life from other places in time.....there is no turning back. It just keeps going. It is absolutely the way it is.

There are people with Rudy right now. I’m not sure who they are. What I’m being shown is fascinating. There seems to be an activation on the other side with creative people around what is going on with this. There is a lot of excitement. Oh, my God, what’s this? They are saying, ‘you have no idea how many more things are going to happen with this. It’s huge.’ They are really invigorated and they’re saying, ‘it’s about time.’ We’ve had a dark period with creative expression.....a golden era is ready to come back.”

(For a few moments we just sat and looked at one another.)

Oh, I found out where the funeral home was in New York. It was Campbell’s at 66^th and Broadway.

“When I lived in New York, I lived at the Ansonia which is 73^rd and Broadway. Right down the street.”

Remember the picture and how we talked about how horrible he looked. Are you ready for this. His manager struck a deal with them. For the publicity they would receive for having his body, they would embalm him for free. When I read that, I felt ill.

“Why was his manager wheeling and dealing with his body?”

Money, of course. I can’t think about it. Just the idea that they were bartering with his body.

“It is the most hideous thing ever.”

It’s almost more than I can stand.

“He’s showing me something about his being broke. He’s saying that what is upsetting to him is.....he’s saying, ‘I admit it, I was extravagant....I was outrageous and I was extravagant. But much money was taken from me.”

Rudy’s brother thought so, too.

“There are so many things that make sense.....pause......It’s interesting, he’s giving me this whole dialog about something. Okay, I think that Rudy and I have had some similar karmic patterns. I did everything early. I think that’s the way his work was. I think that’s why I can feel his energy so strongly. What’s going on is about healing some things in my life, too. It is shifting some things. I’m very aware of that.”...............End tape.

Rudy had a lot in store, not only for me, but for Marilene, as well.

2008 ENDS

2010-08-31T01:06:00.004-04:00

WOW...MOVING ALONG...yes we did finally make it to LA in May of 2009...I came out a couple of days early to spend time with my Son Merlin, on Mother's day, he then left for the Cannes Film Festival..he went again this last May...what an exciting time that was...Katherine and I stayed at the fabulous Sunset Towers Hotel...I had spotted this gorgeous 1929 Art Deco tower in November of 2008 when Merlin and I had come to Hollywood from La Jolla to look for a place for him to move.

He had been living in the San Diego area on the beach in La Jolla and on a whim decided to move to LA, I was visiting him and we drove in the middle of the night singing along with the Eagle's song Take it to the Limit....we ended up staying at The Standard Hotel..a very young, trendy hotel on Sunset that is decorated in retro 60's design. My room looked out and in the very near distance I saw this amazing Art Deco building, that upon further investigation turned out to be The Sunset Towers Hotel.

This had been home to Marilyn Monroe, John Wayne, Clark Gable, Greta Garbo..just to name a few...and is now a wonderful, small hotel where you see movie stars and well known people enjoying the privacy of this wonderful spot..on the last trip there I was two feet away from Rod Stewart and his wife and friends having dinner at the Tower Bar.

So when Katherine asked where we should stay I knew where right away..the suite that I had was 1008 the opposite of my home address of 8001 I knew right away the adventure had already been planned and we were just along for the ride..the energy of this place is amazing and the views awesome..also I could see into the hills where Merlin's house is...

It is important to note that Katherine’s experience with the dark side of exploration is real and needs to be addressed here....what she saw was not from the Light or a communication from Rudy..it was negative forces...how does this happen and why??? Let me explain...you must always ask for protection when you do meditation or any pursuit into the psychic, spiritual realms. One of the Gifts of Holy Spirit is the gift of DISCERNMENT..and excellent one to pray for...

So many of you out there have used the Ouije board..at first a loved one will give you answers and it is amazing and fun..then something else comes through and gives very dark messages and scares you...I have had so many adults and teens who have had this experience..I have as well...you open a door where dark forces can disguise themselves as your loved ones...the dark messages of death and things that would scare you are not from them.

It is essential to seek guidance from God and to go to the highest source possible for answers..it is nothing to play around with..when I speak of Spirit, it is not a Spirit Guide or Guardian Angel , that is guiding me, it is HOLY SPIRIT, Sophia the Great Comforter..The Great Wisdom....since I was a little Girl.

When Rudy communicates it is not that he takes over my body...I do not allow that..there is a boundry that is set and I act as a conduit and I discern what is being conveyed through a filter so to speak..more on this later...the amazing feeling that he conveys when he expresses things to me is so clear..I am also an EMPATH...so I feel what others do and express it into words..it is also how I do my healing work. So trust me when he told Katherine what a virginal experience their love was he meant every word of it. He was a pure Spirit trapped in a very decadent, jaded world...this love, his last, in that life, was the salvation he was looking for...more later...love to all M

A Little Interlude

2010-08-30T08:55:00.000-04:00

While Marilene is recovering from her exhausting trip to LA and returning to Indpls, we'll have a little interlude.

Remember when I said that many people have commented that Rudy wouldn't have made the transition to sound film because he had a high squeaky voice? It infuriates me to hear that. There are no existing recordings of Rudy speaking. There are two recordings of him singing. I talked about this much earlier.

Anyway, here is one of the songs. Listen and judge for yourselves how high and squeaky his voice is.

Rudy's voice....singing "El Relicario" from his film, "Blood and Sand".

2008 Ends

2010-08-27T20:06:00.003-04:00

This is the final session for 2008.

2009 will be a different story, literally and figuratively. Marilene and I will finally make it to Los Angeles in May. I've already told you about the rose, but there is more to tell about the trip. Once I had a grasp on the events of the past and moved on, I have spent my time with Marilene honing my understanding of, not just one past life, but of Spirituality and her concrete, steadfast belief in the power of unconditional love.

Okay, let's get 2008 done and behind us. Our session took place December 16, 2008. Begin tape...........

I have been sleeping very poorly recently and having fantastic dreams.

“The Lakota Sioux call it the December moon or the Snow moon. It is the brightest moon. So, yes, the full moon will start to affect people a couple of days before and a couple of days after. But this moon has been getting everybody all month. Everyone I talked to on Sunday (Marilene had a gathering and group session at her house) said they didn’t sleep the night before. It was wild.”

The absolute worst was.....Can dark forces affect meditation?

“Yes. You need to protect yourself. I’ve had some stuff happen. Why?”

Here’s the deal. I was meditating. At first I attributed what happened to Rudy, but I couldn’t figure out why on earth he would do it. So, then I thought maybe I did it to myself, but I knew that I was deep in meditation. Actually, it was like Rudy jumped in right away and yanked me out. What happened, Marilene is, I was meditating. My mind was clear, I was concentrating on my breathing, nothing else. All of a sudden I had this flash, and this picture appeared in front of me of what his physical remains look like now in the coffin.

“Oh, no. He would not do that to you. There is something weird happening with death stuff right now. I mean the door is wide open right now and a lot of people are choosing to leave. They are being given the option to be here or to not be here.

That’s horrible. You shouldn’t put up with that. Even he would go ‘okay you have to deal with the fact that I’m dead’, but not like that. That’s dark energy. They can fool you. It’s like with a Ouija board. A dark spirit will come and fool you. It will pretend to be so and so and then say something awful. We’ll do some real strong protection stuff today. How long did it last?”

It was just a flash, and then I think Rudy yanked me out or I threw myself out.

“Did you see yourself?”

No, it was like I was standing looking down into the open coffin. It was just........

“You saw his deterioration?”

Yes, and it was horrible.

“We have to work on protections for your meditations. It’s not about stopping meditation because you’re going to be fine. But, always protect before you go in. See yourself grounded in the light and surrounded by the light, and see that nothing can come through that circle. Ask for total protection while you meditate.”

Did you get my message about my daughter being accepted into Nursing School?

“Yes.”

She thought she was the second one down on the waiting list. But, she really was first. When she called her advisor, she was told that someone had just turned their spot down and she was in. (FYI it is now as difficult to get into Nursing School as it is to get into Medical School.)

“Talk about divine intervention. Rudy was definitely in on that one.”

When she told me, I was sitting at my desk, and I looked at his picture and burst into tears. I knew he had a hand in it somehow. I think my parents were right there as well. It’s funny, he seems to be so involved with my whole family.

“He just said, ‘it’s his family, too’.”

Oh! Is there some significance to the color green?

“Green is the color of healing and it’s the color of the heart chakra.”

The reason I’m asking is now when I close my eyes to go to sleep, all I see is green. This really pretty Kelly green. I’ve never seen color before, only darkness.

(Marilene is smiling)”That’s the heart chakra. It’s the heart vibration that you are connecting with. That’s really neat. He’s showing me something about his poetry. Was his poetry ever published?”

Yes. He had a little volume of poetry published.

“That’s what he’s saying to me. He wants that brought out. He wants his poetry shown. Have you ever found it?”

Yes, I have a copy of it. I got it from the same rare book dealer who sold me Rudy’s manager’s memoirs. (And, gentle readers, I have done exactly that, I have shown you some of Rudy’s poetry.)

“That’s what he said........she pauses for quite a while......There are so many things. There is a plethora and it is multilayered and multidimensional. Even I will question it, and I’ll hear him talking to me at the wildest times. It’s like when I got depressed on Saturday, he told me I had to stop it. I will hear him talking to me. After I work with a spirit for a while, they become very distinct. You know it’s not in your head. I can discern what is other spirit and him communicating. It took a while, but now I know. I just got hot! This heat just went through me. He is a very distinct presence.

He’s showing me.....Yes, you were the innocence he had lost. Whatever he didn’t get to experience when he was your age. I believe that when we attract people in, with an age difference, it’s about an aspect of ourselves looking for what we didn’t experience at that age. I’m getting hot and cold chills. That’s what he is showing me. So, it was him being able to go back and find that. And, he says that when you start to remember more, yes, the experiences you had were with this romantic older man, but the more you remember, it was like a virginal experience for him as well. God, that’s new! It was like the first time for him because of the way his other experiences had gone. Woo! He says, think about it and you’ll remember. You’re remembering through the eyes of this nineteen year old girl and who he was. You are going to have some more things come up emotionally where you will see him as the innocent boy that was your age. Oh, this is so cool. That’s what he just said.......and you’ll get it.”....................End tape.

Oh, I got it!

A 19 YEAR OLD GIRL'S GRIEF

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HOW MANY OF YOU, US, ARE LIVING A LIFE THAT IS IN PIECES??? Remember the nursery rhyme about HUMPTY DUMPTY, had a great fall??? It is a story of "The Fall" when we as a group consciousness fell through fear (not sex) into the illusion of separation, from self,others and Spirit.

Fragmentation..it will and does kill us...as painful as the process is to RE-MEMBER, it is the way to wholeness and bliss. Pain is not our enemy, it is telling us that something is wrong...embrace and address what ever type of pain that you are feeling and you can morph it into positive energy.

The Incredible Journey that Katherine, Rudy and I have been on, and are on, is about that. Do the work my friends..you can heal your life...dig deep into the great mystery of life and YOUR LIFE....this is not a dress rehearsal or trial run this is it. The world is a stage...and I for one am tired of "strutting and fretting" on it..Shakespeare said it all when he said that. I am writing a new play and it does not include strutting and fretting..well maybe some strutting...but no more fretting!!!!

The pain that Katherine had been in her whole life is now being healed the fragmentation that was robbing her of her joy, is over...and for Rudy as well...and it has healed the way I do, and perceive my work and life.....LA has given me a new lease on life that would never have happened without Katherine and Rudy...I am eternally grateful.....

Katherine, I have had the same pattern in this life, meeting people after the negative women in their life before me hurt them, and I am the healer...been there done that no more....ready for wholeness...this adventure is also healing my personal life and how I perceive relationships....and I love Rudy's poetry....so powerful...I invite all of you to read the poem again and then understand the anger and grief that he must have experienced when his "wife" had the two abortions.

The beauty of a healing of the past here in PRESENT TIME is amazing...Rudy has had time to set it all up and here we are...more on that later..love to all time to LIVE.....

A 19 Year Old Girl's Grief

2010-08-27T07:47:00.005-04:00

“A Baby’s Skin” from DAYDREAMS, Rudolph Valentino

Texture of a butterfly’s wing,

Coloured like a dawned rose,

Whose perfume is the breath of God.

Such is the web wherein is held

The treasure of the treasure chest

The priceless gift – the Child of Love.

Up to this point I have said nothing about Rudy’s two wives. There are several reasons. In my opinion, his first wife isn’t worth mentioning. His second wife was a major factor in his life. She was beautiful, and he was very much in love with her when he married her. To me, she was a most narcissistic person—everything centered around her. She used Rudy. In order to aggrandize herself she came near to destroying him and his career. Once again, I need to be careful, because, I am not objective when it comes to my feelings about her.

When she was divorcing Rudy, a mutual friend, the actress Nita Naldi, defended Rudy. She let it be known all over town that on two occasions she had accompanied Rudy’s wife when she aborted two different pregnancies. This is hearsay, but I will tell you that when Rudy’s ex was interviewed years later, she was asked directly about the story of the abortions. Her reply was...”I always said that I would never have children and I meant it!”

This is most likely unfair on my part, but I’m going to give you a glance at her through my eyes. When Rudy was on the set, he insisted that everyone: all cast and crew call him, Rudy. When she was on the set or anywhere else, she demanded that she be addressed as Madame Valentino. I think that pretty much says it all.

(continuing with the October 30, 2008 session) Begin tape............

“Dying that way....that’s why you keep seeing yourself with him in the vineyard with the baby. It’s healing. He wants you to think about that and not dwell on the bad things. That’s just as real.”

I realize now, that there’s no way that all this could have been revealed to me at one time. I couldn’t have handled it. Another thing...I get the definite feeling that Rudy wants me to stop referring to it in the first person. He wants me to say, “she was pregnant when she left. But it’s really hard.

“Yes, it’s just aspects of self.”

The end of this story is waiting for me in LA.

“Absolutely. Who named him Valentino?”

He did. He chose the name. Did you know that Rudy was in the process of becoming an American citizen when he died? Supposedly there were angry demonstrations in Italy. Rudy simply answered, “Italy is the country of my birth, but America has given me everything.”........End tape.

(Another quote from Rudy concerning his feelings about America: “I love all countries and all peoples, as I want all countries and all peoples to love me. But it is in America that my Golden Opportunity came to me. It is America who gave me the world.”)

I found the quotes that I have been sharing with you from all manner of research that I have done over the last two years. I have a huge file with every single scrap of paper, printed document, or email that I have encountered or received. I have immigration records, census records, copies of newspaper articles (thanks to the Library of Congress), and I even have an email from the Librarian for the California State Railroad Museum Library. She was kind enough to research and send me information regarding a question I had about train travel from New York to LA. I needed to know how long the trip took from Chicago to LA. Because there was no direct train from New York to Los Angeles, a change to the “California Limited” had to be made in Chicago. The train left Chicago daily at 8 pm and arrived in LA three days later at 2:15pm. Once I had that information, I dug and found that when Rudy was traveling from New York to LA, he had to basically hide until he was ready to board The Limited. He would stay at the Blackstone Hotel until it was time to go to the station.

The sad part of this tale is now finished. I can honestly say, that going through the process of discovery was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I can look back now fairly detached from the sadness and grief that had fragmented my life. As Marilene told me, I had been living pieces of a life....one here....one there, constantly trying new things in an effort to get rid of pain and deal with the effects of something that I didn’t know or understand.

Things were looking up.

LAST BIG PIECE OF THE PUZZLE..

2010-08-27T04:04:00.005-04:00

WALTZ....so funny I had forgotten that piece..thank you again Katherine for diligently recording and documenting it all..my downfall..lack of organization..yikes..guess who also likes the waltz and guess what, it is how I first met this person from the other level...JIM MORRISON...of all people.

In 1992 or so Jim Morrison appeared to me as real as flesh in a LUCID DREAM we were in a huge ballroom, only us there, and he was dressed very formally from the by gone days of waltzing, he bowed and asked me to dance..we glided across the floor effortlessly..healing all the pain of never being asked to dance when I was younger...that is another story my friends.."all dressed up and now where to go" and no one asking me to go anywhere...but Jim seemed to in that one dream heal a huge piece of that.

The Waltz, like classical music, is healing and soothing..interesting...I can imagine how shocked that you were Katherine when you arrived on the 18th..the day I had picked up on...and had the memories come back....and again the way that you found objects and music from The Leviathan amaze me..all pieces of the puzzle..

I suspected all along the end of this story..not the end, but rather the result of that Waltz and the culmination months later at Falcon Lair....your union..true union with Rudy as a Soul Mate...would have manifested a pregnancy....the poem he wrote is amazing....and then to have all of that in a moment and a twinkling of the eye end...is a tragic love story...not one but THREE deaths.....

Rudy says never fear dear one, all is well and healing on the other side of the Veil..direct quote...we are multidimensional beings of Light and we are in many places at one time....love to all sending love and healing energy M

Last Big Piece of the Puzzle

2010-08-26T09:02:00.003-04:00

Here's a little tip......if you are looking for a warm, fuzzy, "Yes" spiritual counselor, Marilene is not the one you want. This is just one of the multitude of things that make her SO special! Her gifts and abilities are astounding, as so many people in Los Angeles have learned over the last three weeks. For me, it boils down to a factor of trust. After my object lesson with the Virginia thing, I trust Marilene to keep me on the right path. As you will read in this post, the first thing to do is watch her face. So, with that said. let's go on.

Between my session with Marilene on October 3^rd and my next session with her on the 30^th, my husband and I had made our trip to The Greenbrier. (This is the post that I’ve been dreading, but here is the final piece of the puzzle.)

Begin tape..........

Remember when you said that Rudy told you something big would happen on the 18^th while I was at the Greenbrier?

“Yes”

Well, something big did happen on the 18^th. We arrived at the hotel. The whole main floor is just one beautiful room after another....gorgeous rooms. We were walking and looking when we walked into this one room. Marilene, what was happening to me was....I was flashing so fast back and forth between two similar scenes.

“You got there when?”

Abut 4:30 on the 18^th. I had to grab onto my husband. He said, “What’s the matter?” I said, “just a second. Give me a sec.” He asked me if I had been there before. I told him, “No, I have never been in this room before, but there is something about this room.” The white woodwork, the floral fabric, the black and white floor, everything. For a couple of days, when he was attending the meetings, I went back there and sat. One morning, I grabbed a pen and wrote.....

Monday, October 20, 2008:

What is it about this room? The first time I walked in here my sense of déjà vu was so strong I actually became dizzy and disoriented. It’s not that I feel like I have been here before, at least, I don’t think so, it’s more that the room reminds me of something. I think it is a salon on the Leviathan. I keep seeing and feeling the ship.

“I knew you were going to say the boat.”

Oh, the 1921 Victrola I purchased arrived. When I play the record made by the Leviathan Orchestra, I can feel myself dancing with Rudy. (I had been frantically looking and collecting anything I could find of value associated with Rudy and that time.) It’s funny, everybody associates the Tango with him, but his favorite dance was......

“The waltz. He just told me.”

Oh, did he? (I started laughing) The song on the record is a waltz. It was recorded in 1924. Marilene, before I came here today, I was meditating in my office. I had “The Song of India” looping softly in the background. Rudy must have thought I was ready, because he finally gave me the last piece of the puzzle. I want to watch your face when I tell you this.

“Okay, I’m ready. Go ahead.”

When he made me leave him on June 23^rd, I was pregnant.

(Marilene sat straight up in her recliner) “I knew it! That’s why I think there were those dreams about the child.”

I didn’t know it and, of course, Rudy didn’t know. But by August, I was certain of it. I couldn’t tell anyone. I was terrified, but I knew everything would be all right. Rudy would be over the moon when he found out. I would go to Chicago to meet him. When Rudy was on his way back to LA from New York after the premiere showings of THE SON OF THE SHEIK, he would change trains in Chicago. There was no direct train from NY to LA. So, I knew I could meet him there, and I would tell him then. As soon as I told him, I was sure we would leave for Paris. We talked about getting married in Paris when I was with him in June, then it was just a dream. But now, I believed it would be a reality. How could I know that the train carrying him back to Chicago from New York would be carrying his dead body in a coffin?

I was out of options. I had no where to turn.

“Oh God. That had to have been so awful.”

The stress of Rudy’s death combined with the fear and everything became too much. I miscarried the baby and died in the process. Everything had been stripped away from me, and I had absolutely no reason to live and no fight in me.

“That’s why I have been having stabbing pains through my abdomen. I’m feeling it! The numbers are perfect. Oh, my God. Okay. This is all totally accurate. The way the numbers line up.”

Rudy has tried to be so gentle about all this. Only giving what he knew I was ready to handle.

“It had to have been just devastating. This is 100 percent accurate. Do you think it was a boy or girl?”

It was a boy.

“Rudy just said it was a boy. You died in October.”

I know.

“That is just wild. It lines up so totally perfectly. The dates you would have been on the Leviathan would have been.....”

January 19, 1926 to January 27, 1926.

“That’s perfect. Because from Christmas day to the 25^th of January you were in an 8 month cycle, but from the 25^th of Jan to the 25^th of February, you were in a nine month. When you died in October, you were in a nine month. This entire thing happened during a 5 year. It couldn’t be more on the money. All of it is here. That’s why he kept trying to work with you in the dream, you were holding the baby and you were.....because on another level it was finishing. It was playing out the way it should have been. (Marilene looked at me for a minute.) You brought all that grief back with you into this life. You never dealt with it. No wonder your life here has been so fragmented.”

All of a sudden, I am so tired........End tape.

One thing I have to tell you, my dear readers, is that when you are working with Marilene, she is always holding a tablet and pen. She writes frequently as she gets insights and information. She uses dates and is constantly figuring spans of time and the cycles involved. She can explain it much better than I.

I will let Rudy have the last word. More than anything, he wanted to be a father. This is all part of the emotional work that both of us had to do...me in this dimension and Rudy in spirit. It was his dream to have a loving home and a family. This is a poem titled, “Three Generations of Kisses” from his book of poetry, DAYDREAMS. I want to give you this glimpse of his heart and soul.

A Mother’s kisses

Are blessed with love

Straight from the heart

Of heaven above.

Love’s Benediction,

Her dear caress,

The sum of all our happiness.

Till we kiss the lips

Of the mate of our soul

We never know Love

Has reached its goal.

Caress divine,

You reign until

A baby’s kiss seems sweeter still.

That beloved blossom

A baby’s face

Seems to be

Love’s resting place.

And a million kisses

Tenderly

Linger there in ecstasy.

Were I told to select

Just one kiss a day;

Oh! What a puzzle

I would say.

Still a baby’s kiss

I’d chose, you see,

For in that wise choice

I’d gain ALL Three.

This is the finish of the part of the story that ended in 1926. The rest of the story goes on......(to be continued)

OCTOBER 3RD, 2008 PART 2

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JEALOUSY is such a awful thing...we have all experienced it..being of the Sun sign Scorpio, I have had many lessons with that emotion...Katherine you should have come out here with us....Rudy would have really liked that ....and it is so absurd for you to think that he is falling in love with me...I am the messenger, don't kill the messenger or be jealous of her...

Wait till you see the photos...I will have Merlin post the amazing photo he took of the two Swans and I have one also that is a money shot...yes the real story of life manifested outside of the tomb..we spent little time in there and I was guided outside to the side pond by it..there were cats and squirrels and the Swans...life....

As you have read in Katherine's post..I am not a yes person...I knew that when she found Virginia..she was the wrong age for what I had seen and been told....I felt some sort of connection..which could be the genetic link to Katherine's family..but knew that the woman I was seeing was younger...

The saga continues out here to unfold do not want to come home but have obligations in Indianapolis to attend to and I miss my 8 cats and 3 dogs so much..Katherine I miss you as well and I know you will be out here sooner than you think...love to all and good night M

October 3, 2008, Part 2

2010-08-24T09:09:00.005-04:00

As you read in Marilene’s post, she went to the cemetery yesterday. I have read her post about six or seven times now. Jealousy is a dark and destructive emotion. When I read her post for the first time, I felt crushed because I wasn't there and jealousy started to worm its way in. (This has happened before, as you will read farther along in the blog.) But, this morning, I even went so far as to ask Rudy if he were falling in love with Marilene. I’m sorry but I cannot tell you what his response was…not because it was profane or something like that….well, I guess it could have been. I don’t know because he yelled it in Italian!!

I am very glad that Marilene had witnesses to what happened. I know, Merlin is her son. I’ve only met him face to face once. But, I get the definite feeling that there is no way to force that young man to say something he doesn’t want to say! Her son aside….Steven was there. I cannot say enough good things about Steven. Spirit placed him in Marilene’s and my path when we were in LA. He is a very popular and busy driver there. He has branched out into his own business, One For The Road. If you ever find yourself in LA and in need of a driver, do yourself a favor and try to get Steven! He’s wonderful. Anyway, believe me…there is no way that Steven would say that something happened if it didn’t.

Okay, I was feeling damn sorry for myself, but Rudy finally put a stop to it. He simply said, “Who, the hell, do you think the swans represented?” That’s it. It’s the perfect similitude. A part of me was floating silent and alone, then “out of nowhere” Rudy came to me and wrapped himself around me. And who stood with us as it all happened? Marilene Isaacs.

Begin tape..............

Remember when you first told me that you were getting something about Christmas and it was cold and snowy? And I thought “in LA?” Well, after some research, I found out he was in London. He was there with his brother, sister-in-law, and nephew. They stayed at the Savoy Hotel. Then you said there was a jump in time to January 23^rd.

I knew that something happened that set up those 12 days in June. He had to have come back by ship, so I started digging. It took a while to find out which ship he was on. Once I had the name of the ship, The Leviathan, I called the Library of Congress and asked them to confirm the sailing dates of the Leviathan. The research librarian told me to give her some time, and she would email me whatever she could find. Well, she sent me an article from an obscure paper in Kentucky, but also an article from “The New York Times” which confirmed a sailing date of January 19, 1926 due to arrive in New York on the 27^th. The 23^rd was smack in the middle of that crossing. Marilene, I get a very strong feeling that I was on that ship.

(It is here, that I will direct you back to my post mentioning the Trellis Room at the Greenbrier.)

“This is what he is saying to me. ‘Quiet flirtations.’ What a funny way to say it, but that’s what he said, ‘quiet flirtatious energy’. The mood was light and fun, but a definite transition took place. It’s when the seeds were planted. That’s what he’s showing me.”

Why do you keep rubbing your hands? You’ve never done that before.

“It’s like there is almost something.....not slimy, but......”

I’m sorry, I just noticed it.

“That’s good. You have to tell me. Sometimes I’m not aware of what I’m doing. I can feel this thick layering of this energy. It’s all in my arms and my hands.”

Obviously, something is going on.

“It’s just like....the whole room feels like it is filled with this thick energy. I can see it and feel it. Major spirit energy. It has to do with what Rudy’s talking about bridging the dimensions. Whatever is happening here, we are creating a new playing field for communication. This feels very different than other things I have worked on. It’s a whole different energy.”

I can’t see it, but I know he’s here. He is usually with me. The other day I decided to watch one of his films. It was early afternoon. I snuggled into my chair and had my legs up. I put my head back. All of a sudden I had a flash. Something shifted. It was like he was there. I was leaning back against him, against his right shoulder. He was reading to me in French, and then he would have to stop and translate it for me because I didn’t understand French. We were stretched out on a love seat.

“Wow. That must have been coming from June. It had to have happened.”

You know, as time has gone on, it has become blatantly obvious to me that Rudy chose you. He guided me here. He chose you!

“I feel very honored to be chosen. I think he knows that my experiences with people on the other side have been interesting. (Marilene had recently visited me in my home and watched THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE. She’d been told that it was important for her to see it.) There is a strong connection between Rudy and I, because whatever, just from watching that film, I really got much more of what his real energy, his soul energy was about. It was a wonderful experience.”

Did you pick up anything from my house?

“Everything. I loved being in your house, because it helped me. The whole experience helped cement it. Once I’ve been somewhere, I have almost a photographic memory. Watching that film definitely helped me bridge something with his energy. And we have a very strong similar empathic way that we communicate. It’s the way psychic energy works. It’s a very empathetic energy. We match up, like a person you can do a blood transfusion with.” ...........End tape.

I will be absolutely honest with you......even though Marilene and I are both convinced that I was on that ship, I have no proof. One thing holding me back is that I have no idea what my name was. Anyone who knows me well, knows that once I get my mind set on something, I’m like a dog with a bone.....I will not let go.

After hours and hours of searching, I finally came up with a photo static copy of the Captain’s manifest for The Leviathan sailing on January 19, 1926. I found Rudy, his brother, sister-in-law, and nephew on the passenger list. I found one family, a father, mother, and single daughter listed. They were first class passengers, but the daughter was listed as being 22 years old. When I told Marilene, she shook her head, and said she didn’t think so. But, I wanted it to be my answer. So much could be explained! But, I never got over the feeling that something was wrong, no matter how much I wanted to believe it. Just to make sure, I kept digging and digging. I would give up for a while, then start back again trying a different path of investigation. Finally after weeks, I found a wedding announcement for the daughter in the Chicago Tribune. She had been married on February 20^th. Once I had her married name, I found her and her family in the 1930 and 1940 census. So that settled that. Marilene was right. (Now there’s a shock!)

The goofy thing is this: I have spent years doing genealogical research on my family. I am fairly certain that I am related to that family that sailed on the Leviathan, on my mother’s side. Don’t ask me what it means, I have no idea. It may mean nothing.......but once again the term “synchronicity” seems to come in to play.

OCTOBER 3RD, 2008 PART 1 A SINGLE RED ROSE

2010-08-24T03:00:00.004-04:00

YES ...indeed...he did beg us to go to LA and we did and I am here now...have been here since the 5th of August...I know now what he had in store the whole time..it is amazing...when I look back, and again I am grateful to Katherine for taping our sessions...it is all there.

He made her face the reality of the death of the physical form...in embracing death we live...live like you were dying...most people run from death...it has been all around me on this trip..almost everyone that I have been reading for have had very recent deaths of important people ....I am in a nine year in my numerology...which forces you to face death and clean house on all levels..mental, emotional, spiritual and physical...it has been the theme since my last birthday and I will go into the rebirth of the one year then. I am feeling that already, but I am deeply aware of the death...

When Katherine and I went to California in May of 2009, it was an amazing adventure...I had been to the crypt in February with a dear friend Whitney, who is mentioned in an earlier blog..she connected us to her friend Robert, now in his 80's, who had lived at Falcon Lair..by the way Steven drove me by Falcon Lair today..more later on that..I had a feeling that when we would go to Hollywood Forever that we would be alone in the Mausoleum...and we were...and as Katherine states...when we walked out Rudy said to me look down....there was a single red rose in the road...in the distance we were watching a coffin being carried to the hole dug in the earth, and family members dressed in black watching...it was so intense...I knew this was what Rudy had meant when he had said 8 months before that he was going to "gift" something to Katherine.

Today took on a life of its own..I had asked Merlin, my Son, to go with Steven and me to the crypt...Katherine had hoped we would miss all of the people who would be there because of the anniversary..well we did, but not on purpose...Rudy ALWAYS every time, arranges it that way, so that no one else is there when we go.

I went to the Church of The Good Shepherd and we drove past Falcon Lair, waiting for Merlin to finish his workout, so he could go with us to Hollywood Forever..we then went to his home and went to eat ...a sad man with an older dog walked by..he had just been to the vet and was told that his 12 year old dog that he had rescued at 6 months old, had 6 months to live...I ran energy and told him that I thought we had added another 3 months to that...(Rudy loved and loves dogs)...we then went to the cemetery...had no idea of linear time..it was about 4:30..

Went to the gift shop there to buy to roses and the woman who runs the shop said "oh, you missed all the people earlier, about a hundred showed up for a memorial service for Rudy...and then she said "oh they lock the mausoleum at 4..she ran out found a grounds keeper..AND HE UNLOCKED THE MAUSOLEUM...she was also just closing her shop..once again Rudy at work...

When we went in sure enough there were rows and rows of chairs and a life size photo of Rudy...flowers everywhere, and we found a huge photo of Rudy that was left behind..that we now have...Merlin has a fantastic new camera and is a great photographer...he took photos...I asked him to take a photo in front of the crypt..trust me here..I touched NOTHING AND I HEARD SOMETHING DROP ON THE MARBLE FLOOR...Merlin and Steven heard it as well...I look down and there is a PENNY..PENNIES FROM HEAVEN...I know it was Rudy again the penny was there somewhere but he made it fall...

We then went out and had many other wonderful things unfold I had never seen cats there before they were all over the place....we saw a lovely Swan..all alone on a beautiful little water way..I said to Merlin.."Swans mate for life" and I felt sad that she was there by herself..Merlin and I were taking tons of ph0t0s..I felt drawn to walk down to the the lone Swan....out of now where her Mate showed up...he got into the water and they became one they wrapped their necks around each other..Merlin and I got some fantastic shots of this...LOVE NEVER DIES...I just realized the meaning of the Swans...it felt dead and old in the crypt area..we only stayed a short time there..but spent a long time outside by the pool with the Swan and then Swans, plural....once again Rudy at work..poetry in motion..and Merlin loved it there..as I do...love to all Katherine you were there in Spirit....

October 3, 2008, Part 1 A Single Red Rose

2010-08-23T05:32:00.004-04:00

Gentle Readers, it is 5AM. I was awakened by a horrible dream and am trying to put it behind me. Marilene's post has certainly helped to lift my spirits. Rudy is fussing around me like and old hen. Today will play out the way it is supposed to. I'm not going to struggle against anything. It is a sad day for me, but I won't let it drag me backward. I can be sad without the memory of loss and grief tearing at me.

Marilene is going to the crypt, today. A part of me wants to be there so badly.....but not if any of the loonies show up dressed as Arab sheiks or "the woman in black"...and they will. They always do on the anniversary of his death. I suppose in some warped way they think they are honoring him. I think of it as a desecration. Rudy simply hates it. It would be fine if they would come dressed as themselves. It's nice to be remembered. (That was from Rudy) Okay, enough of that. This post is so damned appropriate for today. I marvel at how Spirit manages these things.

On October 3, 2008, Marilene and I had a very long session. It was the last time we would see each other before my husband and I went to the Greenbrier Resort for a short vacation. I have written about the trip in earlier posts.

Begin tape..........

Wednesday night, my husband had an all night shift on call at the hospital. I was alone in the house, and Rudy started in. The crux of it is, Marilene, we’ve got to go to California.

“Oh, I know. That’s what I’m thinking too.”

He wants me at the crypt. (The very thought made me shudder.)

“Okay, that makes sense. Because last time, remember, he kept showing me stuff about Falcon Lair and about how we’re supposed to go there. You’ve never been to the crypt?”

I’ve never been to LA. Wednesday night, I swear if he could have taken corporeal form, it would have ended in a fist fight. He kept pushing, I kept resisting. But finally, I got this.....”do you trust me?” Of course I do. So, I have resigned myself that we’re going to go to California.

(Marilene is laughing)”Oh, he pulled out the trust card, did he? He keeps saying, we’re going to go. I think you need to be in the right place for something to open up which is usually how things work. What is he saying?”

He just wants me at the crypt. I get a sense of what it is he’s trying to do, and.....when I’m there, when I’m actually standing there, Marilene, I will no longer be able to pretend that he’s not dead.

“Right. You have to face the mortality factor of that physical form. It’s difficult. I think that’s part of it. I also get a sense, though, that there will be some form of really strong communication. He is so specific. I love how he does things. He tests me too. But, that’s my sense when you go to the tomb. It’s closure, but it’s also an opening.......It’s a piece............I want to get this right. (She is sitting with her eyes closed, obviously listening to something) It’s a piece of the puzzle and it’s essential to move forward. It’s not an ending like you think it will be.”

I just pray that there is nobody else there.

“Nah, I’ll make sure there won’t be anyone else there. He says it’s very peaceful. And I think that it will be very peaceful when we’re there. That’s my sense of it. It wouldn’t be orchestrated any other way.”

Now, whenever Rudy is about to drop a thought, it’s like he gets my attention first by giving me this godawful chill. It starts at the top of my head and radiates down through my body. I actually shiver. He wanted me to stop something this morning. and uhm....I have a tendency to rehearse things out loud. I anticipate what is going to occur, then literally rehearse. I was doing that this morning and thinking about seeing you, and he didn’t want me to do it. He told me to stop rehearsing. And every time I would start to speak, he’d let me have it. He’d zap me. Finally, I yelled, “Stop it!”

(Marilene is laughing again.....now listening.) “He’s apologizing for the suddenness and the overwhelming parts of what has happened. He has tried to smooth things and not hurt you too badly.

We’re in a six month opposition from when it all started and things go in that sequence. Something is lining up. I think that’s what he’s trying to say. He’s trying to make these things go smoother. He doesn’t want it to be hard on you. But, when the energies lined up for there to be that strong of a communication, it came more as an outpouring (......she pauses for awhile....listening........) Now this is interesting, too. When we go to LA, there is something. It’s interesting...I keep hearing music. I feel like it’s one of those things when there’s going to be an overwhelming experience. Something will be gifted to you at the cemetery. You’ll find something, you’ll see something and you’ll know it’s a direct communication from him.”

........End tape.

Okay, you’ll have to pardon me, dear readers. It’s been a long time since I have listened to this tape, and I didn’t remember the last exchange about something being “gifted” to me at the cemetery. Now, I must tell you something. Marilene and I finally made it to LA in May 2009. I will talk more about the trip later, but I have to tell you this now!

When we went to the cemetery, I took red roses with me because they are Rudy’s favorite flower. We spent quite a bit of time at the crypt, and Marilene took candid photos the whole time. (She can take photos faster than anyone I know. She’s sneaky.) As we were walking out of the mausoleum, we were walking down the steps, and Rudy told Marilene to look down. There, lying directly in front of us in the middle of the road running past the mausoleum was a single red rose. Marilene picked it up and handed it to me. “It’s from Rudy.”

Please understand that I’m not trying to tell you that Rudy created that rose out of thin air. Of course he didn’t. Obviously, a vehicle of some sort carrying floral arrangements passed the mausoleum while we were in there. One flower fell out........a single red rose.

(to be continued)

I took this photo in my room after we returned from the cemetery. The rest of the roses like the ones I took to the crypt are on the left. The rose we found is lying in front of Rudy's picture.

I will always remember.

AND ON WE GO

2010-08-23T04:14:00.003-04:00

WOW where to start..the past, present and future are converging right now for me..for you ..for all of us..it is an exciting time to be alive..hard to believe that two years ago all of this started and has accelerated to where we are now in this story.

Yes Rudy started strongly suggesting that we needed to come to LA..I knew that this would be upsetting to Cindy but I had to say what he was pushing for..I knew in my heart that it was true...at that point Merlin, my Son was living in La Jolla, and had not yet moved to LA..(that would happen out of the blue in November of 2008 and I helped him find the house he now lives in..and is n0w moving from)...

I could picture being there I had gone to do work in California in the late 80's and during the 90's but never really liked it there...little did I know that years later there was a bigger plan unfolding that would have me enmeshed, embraced and loving LA...God does work in mysterious ways...

When I got the vision from Rudy about Italy and saw Cindy and Rudy and a baby it was overwhelming..I knew that it was not the last life that they had together but a life in another level..and perhaps a future life that they will have...it was clear that it was and is a healing level of something completing that didn't in their last incarnation together..this is how it works folks..WE ARE MULTIDIMENSIONAL BEINGS.."as above so below"...when Cindy then shared her dream from the night before I felt electrical sensations go through my whole being...

When I told her the date of October 18th and she shared that she and her husband were going to The Greenbrier, I again was shocked in a good way. This has been invaluable to me as a learning and growing experience..to have continuing sessions that time after time prove to be accurate is so empowering for me... I see thousands of people and get some feedback..but to have this as an ongoing , and now all the time happening is amazing.

Writing this hours before Rudy's transition 84 years ago to the day is eerie yet wonderful...I feel his presence like no other...I must share this last night I felt guided to open the door to the guest house that I am staying in..a bird fell out of the sky in front of me..I was afraid that it was dead and then it started to flap around..I was then worried that it was injured...in no time I realized that it was a baby bird and that it was learning how to fly. How did I know this, in July I saw a Male and Female Cardinal building a nest in my Wisteria that was growing in my Gazebo..then one day I saw one lone beak waiting to be fed, and then one night saw this giant baby bird outside the nest.

I looked on line and read about baby birds and it had said that if you find one on the ground leave it alone it is learning how to fly...sure enough for a few hours he flopped around then hopped and I went to sleep..I woke up and looked out and the baby was on the fence and sang to me and flew off...birds are messengers..it went from being an omen of death to a rebirth...two of the Daughters where I am staying came out and over came their fear of birds and witnessed this transition of the baby as he was learning to fly.

They had just lost their precious Grandmother in early July...who died at a young age and suddenly..that is another story..and I have been fortunate enough to be helping connect with her and the family in a remarkable, ongoing way..similar to how I connect with Rudy...so to have this amazing lesson repeating that THERE IS NO DEATH..ONLY LIFE AFTER LIFE...and to have the baby bird come as a messenger of this is so amazing...so much more to come...love to all..in a few hours I will be going to HOLLYWOOD FOREVER.CEMETERY to visit Rudy's crypt...

And On We Go

2010-08-22T14:49:00.001-04:00

Tomorrow is August 23^rd. It will be a difficult day for me. It shouldn’t be, and I know Marilene would scold me, (Rudy won’t be happy with me, either) but I will grieve nonetheless. On August 23^rd, 1926, Rudolph Valentino drew his final mortal breath. He was just a little over 31 years old. Only his manager was with him when he crossed over at 12:10PM New York time.

But that was then…. It is time for us to go on.

My next session with Marilene was in September, 2008.

Begin tape........

“Rudy is showing me that we need to go to California. I see us in California just going different places and picking up vibrations. I think it would be very healing. It would bring something full circle.....Pause.... And, I know you don’t want to do it. That’s what he’s telling me.”

(I started laughing.) That’s an understatement! Every time I think about it, I just balk. (When I would think about it, I felt like a horse refusing a jump. It was like “yes, yes, yes. NO...skid” The thought of walking into that mausoleum was terrifying to me.)

“Which cemetery is he in?”

Hollywood Forever. I’m afraid it will trigger grief. I’m finally free of it. The last week or so, I’ve been almost euphoric.

“Your joy has come back into your life. You’re alive!”

I received a phone call from a friend I hadn’t talked to in quite a while. We hadn’t been talking long when all of a sudden she asked, “What is going on? You sound so different.” I am hearing that all the time..... I sound so different or I look so different.

“Rudy’s showing me something. When I see your energy field today, instead of it running in a linear fashion (Marilene moves her hand back and forth in a horizontal direction), I’m experiencing it as totally vertical. Everything is lining up in the dimensions. He is perfectly lined up with you.”

“You’ve had to go through the mourning that you went through but you couldn’t sustain it, because it was keeping him from getting through to you, and it was holding him back, too. You’re both now in a place where you can co-create together. He’s saying that by October 18^th there will be this huge phase that’s going to begin”

(If you work with Marilene, even if you’ve known her for quite a while, there will still be times when she will absolutely knock you out of your shoes. This was one of those times.) (When I could finally speak.......) Don and I are arriving at the Greenbrier on October 18^th. (My heart was pounding.)

“The hair is standing up on my arms. I love this! It’s not that I have doubts, but there are sometimes when Rudy will just drop these things to me and they are so accurate. That trip to the Greenbrier is important. Something very important is going to happen there.”

(I direct you back to the photos I showed you of the lounge on the Leviathan and the two of the Trellis Room at the Greenbrier, and the description of what happened to me when I walked into that room the first time. That took place on October 18^th. I received another large piece of the puzzle.)

“Rudy is frustrated......he’s saying that there are many things he would have rather been known for than just being an actor. He’s saying, ‘it’s not like I didn’t appreciate what it brought with it, but I was so much more than an actor’.”

Most people have no idea what he was really like. He loved to tinker. Every time he got a new camera or car, he would take it apart to see how it worked, then put it back together again. He was a terrific mechanic. His taste and sense of style were impeccable. He was very proud of his collections of antiques including a large collection of swords and knives. He had a nice sized library. He read, spoke, and wrote at least four languages: Italian, English, French, Spanish, and he knew quite a bit of German. Many of the books in his library were written in French. He was so loving and kind. He loved to cook, and was quite good at it. (I just started shaking my head.)

(My dear Readers.....He was also a dedicated athlete and an expert horseman. No one could double him on a horse, and no one ever did. If you see his character riding a horse in a film, it is Rudy. In THE EAGLE, it is Rudy who leaps from horseback onto the runaway team to stop the carriage. Actually, the only time he was doubled in a film was in MORAN OF THE LADY LETTY. When the script called for a fight up in the ship’s rigging, Rudy wanted to do it, but the director and producer said absolutely not! As soon as the scene was shot, Rudy climbed the rigging, anyway. It is Rudy in THE SON OF THE SHEIK who dives off the second floor balcony, grabs the chandelier, swings and drops to the floor. He loved to box and one of his close friends was Jack Dempsey.

...and now from Rudy, himself: From an interview conducted in late 1925 by J.K. Winkler. “Heaven knows I’m no sheik! Look at this ‘sleek, black hair’. Getting a bit thin about the temples, isn’t it?.....I had to pose as a sheik for five years!.....A lot of perfumed ballyhooing was my own fault. I wanted to make a lot of money and so I let them play me up as a lounge lizard, a soft handsome devil whose only aim in life was to sit around and be admired by women. And all that time, I was a farmer at heart and still am......” The degree he earned in Italy was in “Agriculture”. Actually today it would be more like “Landscape Design”. Rudy loved the earth and growing things. He did most of the landscaping around Falcon Lair himself.)

(I now return to the session)

“This is the funniest thing. He keeps saying something to me about “How’s life in the vineyard?” Okay, I’ll ask her. Does that mean something?”

(Kaaaapoowww! Time to retrieve my shoes again!) Last night I had a dream. I was in a house, I don’t know where. I do know that it was surrounded by a vineyard. I was barefoot and carrying a baby boy, maybe 8 to 9 months old, on my hip. I walked out the door and there was Rudy on his knees digging in a flower bed. He was planting something. I remember carrying the baby over, and Rudy stood up grinning. He held out his hands, and I handed him the child. He raised him over his head, then cuddled him against his chest. The way he looked at me, Marilene! I was so happy I started to cry and woke myself up, damn it.

“Remember what I said about the waking and dreaming states? That seemed like a dream, but it was really happening in a different dimension.”..........End tape.

I will leave it to Marilene to try to explain that last statement, because I’m still not sure I understand it completely.

I continue to have the dream occasionally. It is more vivid each time I have it. I am to the point now, where I see the entire house. It’s old and built on a hillside. The kitchen is where I always start. Sometimes the baby is there, sometimes he’s outside with his father. The floor of the kitchen is flagstone and smooth from years of wear. I’m always barefoot and can feel the coolness of the stone. There is a large hearth at the end where the table and chairs are. The window over the sink looks out over the back yard and the vineyard. It’s open and a breeze blows in. The curtains are all handmade lace. They are old and a little yellowed from the sun. I am very happy and content.

I will drop a little teaser here. My next post will reveal the most dramatic occurrence I have experienced since this story began. It has to do with the gift of a red rose. So stay tuned.

THE TABLE

2010-08-22T12:20:00.003-04:00

RETROGRADE MERCURY struck the blog..finally had a chance to write last night and my computer kept saying "server can't be found"..the planet Mercury goes "retrograde" about three times a year for about three weeks. It appears to be moving backward in the sky, Mercury rules communication...so more phones, computers etc. breakdown, get lost and so on. People Michael't hear each other and there is a lot confusion mentally.

Great time to meditate and go inward, difficult time in the outer world for communication. If you do anything legally check it and recheck it before you sign. Rudy liked the Esoteric aspect of Astrology so he said to explain this.

Ah yes, THE TABLE...Back in the Winter I was asked to meet with a couple of women who had written a ghost book that I did a couple of investigations and am written up in. They wanted me to connect with a woman who is part of The Boggstown Theatre in Boggstown, Indiana. This is a dinner theatre in the middle of now where..Boggstown has only a few houses even in it...

For Halloween I am going to be on stage doing readings for the audience...Julie, one of the owners of the theatre, became quite excited when she heard about Rudy communicating with and Katherine..much to my surprise she said that a man that is part of this tiny thearte...had a table that belonged to Rudy...I ALMOST FELL OVER...how could this be...it took us awhile longer to get to see the table, but indeed Rudy's table ( it is in photographs from Falcon Lair) is in a home in Greenwood, Indiana.

The owner is a wonderful man from LA that lives in Indiana now and his Grandparents bought the table from the estate somehow...they knew Rudy...it was such a rush and confirmation of this journey to see this table...and to see the framed poster with Rudy wearing what Katherine had seen in her memory in the colour she had seen it in...this was hanging over the table..the whole thing was surrealistic.

This is in a suburban setting where lots of people from India live...so we kept driving by women in beautiful Saris walking in this neighborhood while driving to this house...which if you know anything about Greenwood, was also so interesting...I love life and diversity...and the next day I was on my way to Bloomington , Indiana to spend the week with HH The Dalai Lama...who now lives in India...the syncronistic aspect of all of this is mind boggling...and my friends I am still in LA..now in a guest house the past few days in Beverly Hills...and as you will see in the next blog, I know, and you will know why I am still here...I am writing this on the 22nd of August..the 23rd is the big shift in Rudy's journey in his last physical body...it is the day he passed from this level to the next....keep reading love to all M

Orders From Marilene and Rudy

2010-08-19T12:16:00.000-04:00

I just spoke to Marilene. She told me to post a photo of the table. So that's what I'm going to do. Here it is.

Here is one of the benches it went with.

The Table

2010-08-19T11:34:00.003-04:00

Here we go again! A few days ago, I decided that my next post was going to be about the marble table that Marilene and I drove to Greenwood to see. We went to see it on May 10th. The table was purported to have been owned by Rudy and was part of the furnishings at Falcon Lair. The people who own it were very generous and gracious. They opened their home to us so that we could see it.

Now, I got up this morning and found that Marilene had posted on the blog, and what does she mention in her post? THE TABLE So obviously now would be a good time to tell you the story associated with it.

That morning as I was getting dressed, questions kept swirling in my mind. What will happen? What will I feel? Will I see nothing but a lovely old table, or will I see something that I recognize? Will it vibrate with Rudy's energy? Will it transport me back to those twelve days at Falcon Lair? I didn't know. I had absolutely no idea what would happen.

The one thing I did know was.....I had to carefully guard against seeing something that wasn't really there. In other words, I didn't want to sucker myself into believing something that wasn't true. (I fell into that trap once, but more on that as the story unfolds). Since this whole journey began that has been and continues to be my greatest fear, and it is what has provided the impetus to the hours of investigation and research I've done.

The table is beautiful. When I looked at it, I recognized it. It took me a couple of minutes to place it in the house, Falcon Lair, but I quickly remembered where it had been. I told them that it had been in the living room close to the fireplace. The base of the table is wrought iron and the top is marble. It sat near two wrought iron benches that were placed on either side of the fireplace. They created a nice arrangement.

After I got back home, I was able to find a couple of photos of the interior of Falcon Lair which showed the table and the benches. I emailed them to the couple who own the table. They were astonished.

Something else really interesting happened. Long ago, I told Marilene that when I watched the movie, THE SON OF THE SHEIK, I knew what the fabric of the robes Rudy wore in a couple of scenes felt like, and that the stripes in them were green. The memory of those robes is very vivid. I have other less vivid recollections of being on the set. One thing I do remember is how much I liked Vilma Banky. She was so sweet to me, and I have strong feelings of affection for her.

Back to the table.....Hanging over the it was an original theater poster for the film. There stood Rudy in the robes I had described to Marilene, and the stripes were green. I pointed out the poster to Marilene and asked, "Do you remember what I said?" She rolled her eyes and started laughing.

I will quote Marilene from that moment..."No one could make this stuff up! There is just too much of it, and it happens again and again!"

There comes a point when it is no longer possible to chalk things up to coincidence. Jung called it "synchronicity". I passed that point a long, long time ago.

AUGUST 19.2008 PART 2 BRACELET EXPLANATION

2010-08-19T02:46:00.003-04:00

REALLY..YOU FOR SURE CAN'T MAKE THIS SH*T UP...this is the first time I have had a second to write again on the blog since Monday...and I am typing the title and realize that it IS AUGUST 19, 2010....WOW..trust me this was not planned...in Indiana and on my computer it is now 2:50am the 19th...here in Beverly Hills...it is 11:50pm the 18th going into the 19th in a few minutes...

OMG I just realized something else as I am writing this..and yes I am STILL HERE...LA has embraced me, Rudy has been hard at work...I was supposed to return home today....and the hotel..Sunset Towers Hotel in Hollywood, where I have been since the 5th, was sold out today so I had to leave....I have met the most wonderful people and they offered for me to move into their guest house in Beverly Hills..where I am at this moment writing this...guess where FALCON LAIR IS..RUDY'S HOME...you guessed it..Beverly Hills...

When Rudy discussed the bracelet with me I could feel it and see it..that is how I work as an Empath, I become a conduit for whatever is being conveyed..I could feel it on my wrist...I could see and feel it on his and the most amazing thing, I could see it on Katherine's wrist..that is how I knew that she had worn it those days she spent with her Beloved Rudy, before his fateful trip to NYC...and some how even in that moment I knew she would wear it again in this time.

I really thought for awhile that we would find it..you never know...I was so not surprised when her PI found it last in NY..at that time I was in NJ doing work with a family..I am now in LA doing work with a family..I still feel that it will pop up somewhere..the best part is that Katherine has the most amazing Husband...he had the bracelet copied for Katherine...wow...that is unconditional love actualized...

Most men would be very jealous of a lover from another time and place who currently is in touch with their wife in this life from Spirit...not Katherine's husband...and he doesn't think she or this is crazy...what a guy. Rudy is commenting here and says that this is because on a higher level this is being orchestrated as a healing for everyone. When the High Self of ourselves is what is at work, petty jealousy and negativity fall away..hence the bracelet recreated and given with unconditional love.

I love the photos of the two bracelets..Rudy does as well...I have a feeling that some Rudy items are here in LA waiting to be discovered....hummm...please stay tuned in one and all and please feel free to ask us questions and make comments...we know where a table of his ended up..and Katherine and I saw it...in Greenwood, Indiana..that is another blog story...you can't make this sh*t up for sure!!!!!

August 19, 2008, Part 2 The Bracelet Explanation

2010-08-16T08:04:00.002-04:00

It's important to understand that not all new pieces of knowledge or insight arrive with the blare of trumpets, or lightening and a crack of thunder. Most times they slip in quietly. They surprise you, or as you become aware can produce a sense of relief.....like letting out a breath you've been holding. This is going to sound so trite, but it is really true. It is a process, sometimes very slow, but a process of enlightenment.

Begin tape.......

"This is interesting. He's trying to show me something about the bracelet. He's saying, 'do you remember?' He's so funny."

All I know is that he wore it enough that when he wasn't wearing it a pale impression was still on his wrist because of his tan. He tanned so easily. He might as well have had the damn thing on.

"I just don't get why they called it a slave bracelet."

I Michael't know. Other men were wearing bracelets, but only Rudy got flayed alive for it in the press. It probably had something to do with his second wife and her personality. Rudy's manager seemed to look at it like a collar and leash. I think Rudy simply liked it. It was a very attractive bracelet.

"I think so too. That's what he's telling me. He just liked the bracelet. He's going, 'you Americans read too much into everything'. He's saying that there's another reason for you to be so drawn to the bracelet. There is something else about it. Did he let you put the bracelet on?(...pause.....Marilene looks directly at me with a smile on her face.) You had the bracelet on during those days."

(My stomach flopped over as my jaw hit the floor) Oh, my God, Marilene. (The light turned on!)

"I'm getting cold chills. That's it. That's it. That's absolutely it! Ooo, I love this. I love how this works, how spirits choose to reveal information. Isn't it exciting?"

I'm covered in goose bumps.

"I'm am just like buzzed from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. No shadow of a doubt. That's so fascinating. He gave you the bracelet."

And of course, there was no way I could have taken it with me or worn it outside of the house, it was too well known. Someone would have been sure to recognize it. I had to leave it there when I left. That's why he didn't take it with him to New York! Why he left it at Falcon Lair. It was mine. (I have to admit, I started crying.) I know that I was supposed to go through all this, but it’s so hard sometimes. You said it would be like a tsunami. You weren't kidding.

"Absolutely, it is. It is overwhelming. And here we are........End tape.

You know, for someone who, up until June 17th 2008, did not believe in spirits, past lives, or psychics, I was having to radically readjust my way of thinking about things and my perception of life as I knew it. It was, at the best of times, difficult, and at the worst of times, shattering and emotionally painful. Mental arguments went something like this….. “Oh, you idiot, this couldn’t possibly be true……..Oh, yeah? Explain it, then smartass. How could it not be true?” Just this last Thursday, I had lunch with a good friend of mine, a journalist, who had started reading the blog. She was curious about it and very skeptical. She stared at me across the lunch table and said, “I believe it! Look, I don’t care how imaginative you are, there is no way you could make all this sh*t up!” Marilene has used those exact words several times.

Let me finish the bracelet story. Mike, my PI in LA, finally tracked the bracelet to a jewelry store in New York in 1935, then it simply disappeared. He tried every avenue he could think of. There was nothing more. We both know the bracelet is out there somewhere, but I guess it must remain hidden.

However, there is a bracelet. It is on my wrist as I type. It is an exact duplicate of the original. How could this be? My darling husband took pictures of the bracelet to a jeweler and had it copied! Mine is white gold, platinum was out of the question! He gave it to me on Christmas Day 2008. Of course when I look at it, I am reminded of Rudy, but I treasure it because of the steadfast love it represents to me. (okay, okay Rudy, I’ll say it.) “My wonderful husband, the beloved father of our two daughters, ‘the butter for my burn.’”

Here is Rudy wearing the bracelet:

Here is mine:

AUGUST 19.2008 PART I

2010-08-16T02:36:00.003-04:00

AXIS MUNDI the point where Heaven and Earth meet...seems to be where I call home...interesting place to be..most people may visit there..it is my dwelling place. This trip to Hollywood has really proven to be evidence of that for me...Rudy everywhere and he is opening doors like no other..night and day the gates are open and I am feeling embraced by Hollywood..shunned it before...have been coming here since the late 80's to speak and to work...why now is it calling me???

It is embracing me, and is a culminating of many lifetimes and connections to the point that it is perfect and overwhelming at the same time, the wonderful people and families that I am meeting I feel an immediate love and connection with...I am so able to stay in PRESENT TIME HERE..where past, present and future happen all at the same time...and I keep staying..is Rudy keeping me here...I noticed the dates here I am again almost to the date two years ago of what Katherine is writing about.

I remember that session as if it were yesterday...as you know from the blog Katherine researches...so when I started to get dates and seasons and details..I wasn't nervous but I thought..good..we will find out how real all of this is..it may come as a surprise to some of you, but I do have a healthy skepticism...and seek truth and balance in my life and work. Many psychics do not....they are defenders of what they speak as the God's truth and do not care to be challenged...again Katherine you have helped me so much with your research...

When she verified that ship dates and that he was not in LA it explained a lot...the energy that he was giving me during that session was amazing he was remembering and bringing it into Present time as well for himself and all of us.

BALANCE...the regrets, the hanging onto the past and what could, should, would have been is a waste of time....please be here now this is for all of us...Rudy was and is again speaking about this...learn from the past and what Katherine has experienced she has blended in this life...not having children in the last one...she has a loving husband and two lovey Daughters...a completing with this group of Souls from another time and place..and a healing for what did not come into fruition in the last one.

The Trellis Room at the Greenbrier and the Winter Garden on The Leviathan are so similar that it is amazing..again it is how all of this works, all of the pieces of the puzzle are always there...look for it in your own paths synchronicity.....Jung wrote a book by that name ...to me it means you are in the flow..the Dharma is manifesting and you are in the right place at the right time for things to happen.

Reach for the stars Rudy just said to me and told me to write that as well...the healing that is happening here is also involving people from the Other side communicating with me in a similar to Rudy..except this time it is a woman who just recently crossed and it involves her and her family it is most extradinary...I am honored to be in this process with her...Rudy is so excited about it as well...a new level of what my true work with groups and bridging Heaven and Earth seems to be all about....sending love and healing to all and what a journey this is..life is good treasure every moment...

August 19, 2008, Part 1

2010-08-13T14:12:00.002-04:00

Marilene was going to be out of town on August 23^rd, the anniversary of Rudy’s death. I was dreading it. I had no idea what was going to happen. How was I going to react? Things were getting better. I felt Rudy much closer to me, but the attachment to the past with its attending grief and sorrow was still with me.

I had a session with Marilene right before she left. We saw each other on August 19^th.

Begin tape.............

Well, I made it through the anniversary of my dad’s death on the 15^th.

“When was that?”

1985. He dropped dead on the kitchen floor. August 15^th......the exact day in 1926 that Rudy collapsed in his hotel room. Jesus. (Marilene didn’t say anything, she just let me continue.) Rudy is coming to me in my dreams and meditations, but I’m not able to have a dialog with him, not the way you can. I need to tell him something and then I need you to tell me what he’s saying.

“Okay.”

(It took a minute for me to buck up the courage.) Friday morning, the 15^th, at one thirty am you collapsed. Today will be your last decent day. Tomorrow you will awaken in excruciating pain and at ten minutes after noon on Saturday, the 23^rd, you’ll be dead. I want you back.....I want those days back. It’s so unfair. Why did you just ignore what was going on in your body? Why did you ignore it until it was too late?

“He’s saying ‘I’m so sorry. I understand now, and you have to understand that I was born old’. He keeps saying this, ‘I was born old. I had a lot to do in this life, and the saddest thing for me was that I didn’t do the things I should have done well. I wasted my time on the wrong women, I wasted my time on the wrong fears and the wrong pursuits.’ His heart breaks for you. He says ‘That is the saddest thing, my dear, I was old and you were young. I was so much older than you even knew and had such little time left. We are star-crossed loves from way back. It’s not an accident that we met in that life.’”

“Okay, a tall angelic presence is saying to me, ‘This will happen in another life. The important thing for both of you now is to understand, look at the mistakes, look at the lessons, look at the good things, be where you are now. It’s important for him to be healing in spirit, and it’s very important for you to be in your life that you have created with your husband and your children. But there will be a time coming when you will be together in the right way.’”

“He (the angelic presence) says to me to tell you that you spent time with Rudy long before you became aware of him. And it’s in this higher astral realm that you remain together. But he doesn’t want you to try to escape into this. That’s what they are concerned about. You have to find balance. There is this other plane of existence that you have dwelt in for a long time, many lifetimes. This higher astral realm where you freely come and go, you have a conscious connection with Rudy, but also with lots of things. I would call it the Axis Mundi, it’s the point where heaven and earth meet. The Axis Mundi.”

“Don’t dwell on what could have been or should have been, because it will be. It’s ordained. It is already, you just haven’t reached it in linear time.”

“Now Rudy’s saying that he had a lot to work through as spirit. He keeps going back to this. Why he attracted what he did to himself in regard to women. The bad women, the wrong women, why he wasted so much time. He’s had to come to terms with that. That’s interesting. It had to be very disturbing to have met you near the end of his life. He’s also had to come to terms with why there were no children.”

He wanted children so badly.

“He’s saying it would have been disastrous to have children with those women. It wasn’t the right timing for it. He’s saying that the right timing when you both are together, at the same age, that life will be. I’ve never seen anything like this. There is no doubt that that’s what will happen.”

(I’m trying to digest everything she’s said. It will take some time and several reviews of the tape to come close to understanding it.)

“Do you have a sense in linear time of other meetings with him before the days (June 11-23) in 1926?”

Not really. I know you said our first meeting was Feb. 24^th 1925. What actually led up to those 12 days in June, I don’t know. I keep hoping I’ll get a sense of something.

“I keep seeing something in the cold. Something happened in the winter before the summer. Okay, I’m getting lots of information. It was the winter solstice....Christmas 1925. Something started the ball rolling. Then I see a break. We’re jumping to January 23^rd. Something in that time frame. We jump from that solstice to Jan 23rd. Whatever happened in the summer didn’t just happen. It started in the winter.”

That would have been right after his divorce.

“Apparently something had been building up during the winter. I see snow and cold.”......... End tape.

Okay, folks, this is where I thought Marilene had slipped a cog. Snow and cold around Christmas in LA? Come on! But she had given me more concrete information: weather and a couple of dates. It was time to start digging.

First, I had to debunk the snowy and cold Christmas. I started researching. It didn’t take too long to find out that Rudy was NOT in LA over Christmas 1925. He was in London! Now, I just had to find out what the weather was like at that time. It took a little more searching on a couple of UK sites, and I found it. Christmas 1925 in London was a very cold one, and they had snow!!

All right. I had that date and weather behind me. So what could be the significance of the 23^rd of January? This required a couple of phone calls to the research desk at the Library of Congress. Could they find any reference to Rudolph Valentino close to that date?

It took a couple of days, but they came through for me. I was emailed a copy of the front page of a newspaper, “The Middlesboro Daily News” Tuesday, January 19, 1926. There was an article titled, “Sheik Divorced!” It seems that Rudy was informed by a reporter that his divorce decree had been finalized in Paris. The reporter told him this bit of news as Rudy was boarding the United States Line ship, The Leviathan, at the port of Southampton. The ship was bound for New York. Rudy’s comment was “I cross the Atlantic a free man.” The ship was due to arrive in New York on the 27^th of January, 1926. The 23^rd was smack in the middle of that sailing. Later I received a copy of an article from the New York Times confirming that he was due to arrive on the Leviathan on the 27^th of January, 1926.

Please bear with me here. I’m going to jump ahead for a moment. In June 2009, my husband and I took a vacation to the Greenbrier Hotel in West Virginia. It was our first stay at the hotel. After we checked in, we strolled around looking at the beauty and magnificence of the hotel. We walked into a particular lounge, and something strange happened. I got very dizzy and disoriented. My vision was like someone was switching rapidly back and forth between two slides, almost with a strobe effect. I grabbed on to my husband and had to sit down. Something about that room triggered it. It was very, very familiar.

It was only after we’d gotten home that I was finally able to get my hands on a complete brochure for The Leviathan. (That required a good piece of digging!) I looked through the brochure and was stunned! I waited for my husband to get home, and I asked him to open the brochure to the page I’d marked and tell me what he saw. He did and coolly answered. “I see the Trellis Room at the Greenbrier.” I couldn't get over the feeling that I was on that ship, too.

Here are photos of both the Trellis Room at the Greenbrier, and a photo taken from the brochure on The Leviathan. Look closely at the floors of both rooms as well as the trellises.

Trellis Room at the Greenbrier:

The Winter Garden on The Leviathan

Needed Clarification....and some Fun

2010-08-12T08:25:00.001-04:00

Gentle Readers,

Rudy is disturbed about something. I need to get an explanation in here very quickly.

We want to make it abundantly clear that neither Rudy, Marilene, nor myself are anti-gay. We have very strong beliefs and opinions, but that is not a topic for this blog. Rudy's desire is for the truth about him to be known, just as anyone would want people to know the truth as opposed to lies and misrepresentations. Please, we don't want anyone to be hurt! Rudy knows all too well what that feels like!

As another example, it has been widely said that Rudy would never have made the transition to sound films, not because of his accent, but because he had a high, squeaky voice. ( I'm sorry, I'm laughing.) That is too funny. Rudy had a lovely speaking voice. (He knows where I'm going with this and he's laughing.) He made a record back in 1923. He recorded two songs, "The Kashmiri Love Song" used in THE SHEIK and "El Relicario" used in BLOOD AND SAND. The pressing was very small, they were made mainly for friends. After Rudy heard the playbacks he said, "Well, there goes my opera career."

I have a copy of the original record, and also have the songs on my iPod. (Which tickles him....he's on and iPod) His singing is passable, I'll give him that. (I have been a singer myself. My final performance was at my niece's wedding where I sang "The Lord's Prayer". Everyone loved it, but me. So, I hung up my spurs, so to speak.) Anyway, these recordings are the only existing examples of Rudy's voice. There are no recordings of him speaking. I'll figure out some way to let you hear him. His voice is a low tenor, and since most people sing in a higher register than they speak, you can judge for yourselves.

Well, this has turned out to be longer than I expected......and fun! Let's keep the lighter tone going with this post. I also want you to see Rudy without the hair gel he used in order to get that "patent leather hair" look. (I didn't make that up. That's what the the style was called.) You'll see why he needed to use plaster. heheheheh I've always told him I liked him better with his hair natural.

I know......We'll take a poll!! Natural or sleek?

(okay, the only photo I could get my hands on where Rudy's hair is natural is taken from a film. Rudy is not only dressed in a period costume, but he also has a mustache and goatee.) No matter, the subject is his hair. So, here they are. Make your choice.

Natural hair:

Sleek hair:

Well, that's all from me today. I'll continue with the story tomorrow, I promise. (Don't forget to vote.)

VALENTINO

2010-08-12T07:22:00.002-04:00

VALENTINO....His name says it all....Katherine and friends where do I begin...he has been keeping me company on this trip...I always know when he is in "the Main" of energy with me...heat pours through and around me. I am sweating as I am conveying this. I wanted to say writing, but that is just the mechanical act...much of this is actually being dictated to me from guess who???

I am a conduit for healing and this is an amazing journey of healing for me, Katherine and Rudy...the joy and vindication that he is experiencing is overwhelming..your last blog, the tribute to him, touches him deeply. The outrage that he experienced in his life...and "after (this) life" on the subject of him being a homosexual, there are no words for....he has waited a lifetime to have the record set straight, so to speak..(he is really funny)...he is also saying to me that there will still be some who will refuse to believe the truth of him loving women..and not men, in that way.

The elegance and grace of Rudy are what amaze me...he is gentle and kind and shares my love for animals..he has appeared many times on this trip with his dogs that he loves so dearly...he knows how much I am missing my animals...eight cats and three dogs...he has even been amusing me by showing up on a horse in the Sunset Towers Hotel...just wish everyone else could see what I see..he wants to go by the stables (or where they were) when he lived at Falcon Lair. There is a photo in the video that Katherine made of that beautiful home..

There is so much that I want to share that I do not know where to begin but here is a tidbit when my son Merlin moved to Hollywood in the Fall of 2008, little did I know what was in store for me here. A friend that I have known since 1976, first met her in of all places my hometown of Connersville, Indiana, and met her through someone that I have known since we were 3 years old..now spends most of her time in LA. When I first met Whitney she lived in NYC..that is another blog..so when I started to come out here to see my son I mentioned to Whitney that an amazing thing was happening in and around Rudolph Valentino..this was February of 2009, she very casually mentioned that a renowned dancer friend of hers, who is now in his 80's had lived at Valentino's home in the 60's when Doris Duke owned the property.

I was and still am stunned...how could this be??? My life is like this all the time but this blew my mind...wait til you read more later ...and just a hint Katherine does come out here and we do meet Robert, the man that lived at Falcon's Lair and yes we did have an adventure going you can guess where...that is in the future blogs...just enough here to get you curious...even on this current trip it just does not stop the connections with Rudy and people who know a great deal about him..and who knew people that he knew...this has come up in a reading I did with a wonderful writer here that I did a reading for yesterday...more on that later as well.

Rudy has been hard at work here opening many doors and orchestrating miracles...I was supposed to be returning home...

(I got an S.O.S. from Marilene. The battery on her computer went. So I am going to post this for her. She was supposed to return to Indianapolis on Friday, however it is my hope and belief that she will be staying in LA a few days longer than that. She'll have much more to tell....Katherine)

Valentino

2010-08-09T14:15:00.002-04:00

I had every intention of using the next session I had with Marilene as the basis for this post, but I need to do something else. When I read Marilene’s post from LA this morning, it activated something. That synapse in my head fired. (I explained in an earlier post about how I seem to think with two brains.) I am in that place right now, and so it is right now that I want to tell you about Rudy. I want you to see him through "our" eyes.

There isn’t much to say about his physical appearance. He was extraordinarily handsome, and he had a beautiful body. He was a disciplined athlete and exercised regularly to keep himself in the best shape he could. It’s ironic, somehow, that he was so careful to maintain his physique, and yet, he pointedly ignored the escalating abdominal pain that was telling him something was very wrong in his stomach. He just kept taking more sodium bicarbonate until in New York his ulcer ruptured and he collapsed.

He was tender, sensitive, gentle, compassionate and loving. He was physically demonstrative. He liked physical contact, even if it were just a touch. He was always very considerate and empathetic. (One little intimate detail....Rudy’s skin was very warm. He radiated a lot of heat.) He was extremely intelligent and was a little on the serious side. He wasn’t a big laugher. He smiled quite a bit, but when he did laugh, it lit him up from within. You couldn’t help but smile.

When Rudy spoke to you, his whole attention would be focused on you, making you feel as if you were the only other person in the room. I know this is what women responded to when they watched his films. Rudy was never shy in front of the camera. Because he could focus his attention, he forgot about it and was never self-conscious. When he had a love scene, he wasn’t acting. What you saw was genuinely Rudy.

He could never come to grips with the viciousness and malevolence of the attacks against him in the press, always written by men. Why did they have to attack his masculinity, his manhood? Why did they hate him so much? He would try to act nonchalant about them, but each one wounded him. The last was the worst. He read it on the train heading for New York in August 1926. That bastard in Chicago wrote a vile and vicious piece, basically calling him a pink powder puff. It crushed him.

I suppose now is as good a time as any to address the topic of Rudy’s sexuality. There are still questions and innuendo about him. As far as I know, Rudy was a heterosexual. He loved women. You will read all kinds of things about him. I even read where one idiot swore that he had affairs with Gary Cooper and John Wayne! Now that is too ridiculous for words, but it’s typical.

Rudy was a contradiction. He could seem so self assured, so worldly, but there was a little boy lost quality to him, too.

I found a couple of interesting quotes from very famous men concerning Rudy. I think they are very telling.

“Rudy is a nice fellow and I like him personally. But it’s been this silly stuff that has been printed about him through no fault of his own that has made it darn tough sledding for even him at times.” Will Rogers, 1925

“He wore his success gracefully, appearing almost subdued by it. He was intelligent, quiet and without vanity, and had great allure for women, but had little success with them, and those whom he married treated him rather shabbily.....No man had greater attraction for women than Valentino; no man was more deceived by them.” Charles Chaplin, 1964

Watch his films......not THE SHEIK! It is one of his worst performances. The direction he was given was atrocious. Watch him in THE FOUR HORSEMEN, or in BLOOD AND SAND, THE EAGLE, or in THE SON OF THE SHEIK. Just watch him.

This is a very short video clip I put together. The music in the video is very important to Rudy and me. When we were together in June 1926, I introduced him to a very special piece of music, Rimsky-Korsakov’s “The Song of India”. When I handed him the recording I told him then that the music was him. I still think so.

I want Rudy to have the last word.

This is his poem, You, taken from his book of poems, DAYDREAMS, 1923.

You are the History of Love and its Justification.

The Symbol of Devotion.

The Blessedness of Womanhood.

The Incentive of Chivalry.

The Reality of Ideals.

The Verity of Joy.

Idolatry’s Defense.

The Proof of Goodness

The Power of Gentleness.

Beauty’s Acknowledgment.

Vanity’s Excuse.

The Promise of Truth.

The Melody of Life.

The Caress of Romance.

The Dream of Desire.

The Symphony of Understanding.

My Heart’s Home.

The Proof of Faith.

Sanctuary of my Soul.

My Belief of Heaven.

Eternity of all Happiness.

My Prayers.

You.

In an interview right after his divorce from his second wife he said, “Women do not fall in love with me. I fall in love with them. I do not think one woman in my life ever loved me sincerely, deeply. I think it is because I make the mistake of falling so deeply in love with them. When I have heard myself referred to as a ‘great lover’ I have often thought to myself, ‘The great lover—loved by all, but his loves’.”

(He was wrong about one thing. There was a woman who loved him sincerely, deeply....but fate intervened, and she never had a real chance to show him.)

PRESENT IN THE MOMENT

2010-08-09T02:57:00.004-04:00

PRESENT IN THE MOMENT IS THE ONLY PLACE TO BE...linear time is man made and an illusion. Present Time is where past, present future happen all at one time. Learning through the wheel of karmic repetition is what linear time perception is. It is like being on a merry-go-round, for awhile it is fun and exciting and because some of the horses go up and down you think you are going somewhere. Pretty soon the scenery gets boring as hell...Karma, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction...

DHARMA is when you grab the brass ring and pull yourself out of the wheel and you land , stationary , in the middle of the wheel..you are no longer along for the ride the wheel keeps on turning but you are now in the middle...it is when mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically you are PRESENT..all of the bodies are connected and in the moment...this is when miracles can occur....you no longer walk away and think I wish I would have said this, or done that...when you are Present you complete that moment with no need to repeat it.

One of the best movies ever made that explores this is the movie "Groundhog Day"..it didn't matter what he did, until he got the lesson he would wake up and it was a variation of the same lesson...this is what your life is like...look back from the time you were born, also look at family patterns that seem to repeat over and over again.

That is the beauty of the transformation of Katherine...out of the unfinished emotions that were affecting her present life...into understanding and healing the past..but now dwelling there. Bringing it into her present wonderful family and life and integrating it all....I will tell you what I saw ....within weeks she looked 15 years younger, she lost weight (not that she was over weight) a youthful glow surrounded her. Gone was the heavy, depressed dark cloud that had followed her around in this life.

I had been worried for awhile because it took her awhile to mourn the past and Rudy's death...and her past identity...it was such a sad and tragic story, that had not had a proper closure...as good as she looks now and did even then..when she was stuck in the past she looked drained and full of despair...like she quotes in the blog I finally said to her (I am a very blunt reader when I have to be) "Katherine, you've got to realize that the past that you are so desperately trying to hang onto is DEATH, IT'S OVER, LET IT GO.

It is a message to all BE HERE NOW...dwelling in the past mistakes, sorrows, regrets, grief, shame and fear will kill you...forgiving yourself and others and ACTUALIZING UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND TRUTH WILL HEAL AND IS THE KEY TO LIFE...

Being here in Hollywood as I write this Rudy of course is so happy....I have had tremendous breakthroughs with healing the past and being present in the few days that I have been here...miracle after miracle...and why because I am CHOOSING TO BE PRESENT..we must use our FREE WILL..and Co-create with Spirit...what an exciting time to be alive...

Take a look at The Sunset Towers Hotel..that is where I am writing this from...home to Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable, Carol Lombard, John Wayne, Greta Garbo just to name a few...a magical place built in 1929....check it out....more later love to all MM

Present In The Moment

2010-08-04T08:21:00.003-04:00

“The key thing to work on is being as present as you can be and be right in the moment......You have to be in your life and present, and then he can be aligned with you and you’re going to have very strong communication with him.”

This is a perfect quote from Marilene to begin this post. I will get back to the unfolding story. But, I want to speak about the here and now. Michael’t worry, I’m not going to give away the ending, simply because there is no ending to this story. That’s the wonder and the beauty of it. It will never end. The blog will end, but the story goes on. If you look at my Facebook page, I have a quote: “Somewhere in time.......the end is the beginning.” It is the cornerstone of my beliefs.

So, where am I? I am firmly rooted in my present life which is exactly where I am supposed to be. And, I am happier and more content than I have ever been. I wish I had a nickel for every time someone I haven’t seen in a while gapes at me and asks, “What has happened to you?” or “You look like a completely different person!” Even my doctor, said something similar at my last appointment. My answer is usually a knowing smile. It would take days to try to explain.

The last time I backslid and began that desperate mourning for Rudy, I quickly got depressed and morose, Marilene said something to me that hit hard and has stuck. She got very firm with me and said, “Katherine, you’ve got to realize that the Past that you are so desperately trying to hang on to is death. It’s over. Let it go.

Every time I would push myself into the past, the grief and sorrow would block me off completely, not only from Rudy, but my family and from Spirit. This is not specific to me. This applies to everyone. When you step out of the moment, retreat, or return to sorrow, fear, disillusionment, bad memories, or whatever, you are effectively blocking yourself off from the higher spiritual planes. You are also hanging a sign around your neck that says “Come and get it!” to opportunistic dark spirit.

Believe me, I know that this is easier said than done. It requires work, faith and skilled guidance.

My family......my wonderful family. They have stood by me through this and have been as non-judgmental as possible for them. It has never been about them believing everything I have told them, but about them understanding that I believe it. They’ve never let me down. Marilene and I have talked extensively about the fact that Rudy is very involved with my entire family.

My husband has been the rock he’s always been. Marilene told me a long time ago that he was placed in my path. I want to say he was a gift, but that’s not quite right. He was the butter for my burn. (Thank you, Rudy.) He listens patiently to me, but usually doesn’t have much to say. One night at dinner, I pushed him. I asked him to tell me what he thought. In his usual calm manner, he smiled. “I am unsure. What I do know is that something profound has happened to you, and it is totally positive.” That’s all he said. It’s as far as he would go. But, you know what, I loved it and accepted it. Rudy thinks the world of my husband. He really likes him and wishes he could communicate with him. Rudy is also very careful to avoid dividing my attention. It’s just my husband and me, now. Our girls are in their own homes. When my husband and I are together, Rudy leaves. He stays when the whole family is here. He says we remind him of a loud, noisy Italian family. We’re loud and noisy, but definitely not Italian.

I need to make something clear. When I write that “Rudy said or says blah blah blah”, please understand that the communication I get from him is mostly feeling. (He does speak directly to Marilene, but that’s for her to tell.) I DO NOT hear a man’s voice in my head. When he drops thoughts into my noggin’, I hear them with my own inner voice just like any other thought. However, I know it’s him because it doesn’t sound like something I would say, the syntax is completely different, or it usually comes straight out of left field. I hate it when he does it when I’m talking to someone, because inevitably, I start stammering thanks to the fact that I’ve lost my own train of thought. I end up sounding like an idiot. You should see the looks I get when I’m out and start laughing at what appears to be nothing.

Marilene and I went out to dinner on the 6^th of May to celebrate Rudy’s birthday. We had a wonderful time, as usual. When I got home, I told my husband that we’d had a great dinner. I also told him that Rudy would have been 105 years old. My husband quickly quipped, “Well, he’d be playing the great, great, great grandfather of the Sheik.”

Oh, I wish he could have heard Rudy’s roar of laughter.

RE: RUDY

2010-08-04T02:13:00.004-04:00

WOW AGAIN...I know I know I promised to write everyday..anyone else noticed that along with this searing heat everything seems like a struggle in the physical realm...and it is already like that for me...here it goes...

This session with Cindy and Rudy was truly amazing...again in all the years of my work the oneness with someone on the other side has never been like this..the dimensionality of it defies description..he really isn't on "the other side" he is alive and well just not in his last vehicle...that is what he just told me this second..love the way he describes all of this...and he can't wait for me to get to LA..will be there Thursday evening...wow wonder what he has planned this time...he is now making a joke about visiting his "old Vehicle" at Hollywoodforever cemetery...humm this will be an interesting visit.

Back to the blog...the intensity of emotion and expression with which he told Cindy about how he felt about her was so heartfelt..I could feel it through my whole Being...the sincerity of him wanting to protect her from the jaded world he lived in..he is correcting me now..he wasn't jaded but the social world and movie world he lived in was. The women were psychic vampires that wanted to devour him and use him..he realized this too late....then he meets this pure young woman, who wants nothing from him but to be with the real him.

This was such a shock to him that it took him aback...fear set in...unworthiness set in..and then the power of unconditional love healed that fear...it was and is still hard for him to have realized so much at the end of his short time in his last life. He again is speaking of being damaged goods...wishing that he could have had that same purity that he experienced with Cindy then...I believe that he did...I feel that he was and is a pure Soul...that was used and abused..Rudy stop being so hard on yourself....

He also surprised me when at different times in the sessions he showed me another huge side of his life then and now...he was and is a Spiritual Seeker of truth and is really an amazing Intuitive himself...hum that explains it all we are both conduits and merge...more on that later...he also met on a regular basis with a Spiritual group..more on that later..

He wants everyone who is reading this to understand how real this is and how grateful he is and we all are for being able to bring all the fragmentation and unfinished lessons into the NOW we are in PRESENT TIME..join us..it is the only place to really BE..he invites all of you to look at what you arrived with in this life that keeps repeating as a pattern...time to understand that we are born with strengths, weaknesses talents etc and lessons that are a variation of a theme from many incarnations...time to return to your original Divine Blueprint...and heal the karma you have created with your free will...you can heal the past..perfect love which is unconditional love, casts out all fear...

good night to all and sweet dreams M

Rudy

2010-08-01T08:29:00.002-04:00

On the 6^th of May 1895 in Castellaneta, Italy, Rodolfo, Pietro, Filiberto, Raphaele Guglielmi reentered this world as a mortal. His stay was tragically short, yet in that brief span of time he was able to reach so many people around the world. At that time his medium was film.

He continues to be driven to reach out to people which is why I was led to Marilene and why you are reading this blog. Even during his short stay on this earth, Rudy was powerfully psychic and spiritual. He was shy, very compassionate, and extremely intelligent. He appeared very serious in his demeanor, but he had a wicked sense of humor. He is adamant in his desire to get people to see and understand “the truth”. There will be much more about this later on, now, it’s time to get back to the story.

My third in-person session with Marilene didn’t occur until July 29, 2008. She was in New Jersey working with a family. We had two telephone sessions during that time, unfortunately they couldn’t be taped. Throughout the whole process up till then, I was still dealing with the ungodly feelings of grief. As Marilene helped me to dig deeper, it became more and more evident where it was coming from. During the time span she’d mentioned, June 11 – 23, 1926, I was with Rudy and was hopelessly in love with him.

Finally, Marilene returned and we were able to meet face to face.

Begin tape.........

Marilene, I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster!

“I can imagine. That’s what happens when you activate all these things. It’s like setting off fireworks. You don’t have a clue where they were or where they’re going to pop.”

“Did you get the feeling that........Pola Negri on the funeral train. (Okay, I’m going to take a minute here and tell you that I will have very little to say about Pola Negri, mainly because, I cannot retain any form of rationality when it comes to her. Marilene can explain.)

“That’s what he’s trying to tell me. His life seemed to be star crossed love. He found all these wrong women. This is what he’s saying about you. He found you, but you were so young. He’s saying it’s too bad you weren’t the same age.”

(She pauses)...... “ ‘Because you, unfortunately, my dear,’ he says.” ( Marilene gets a pained expression on her face and sighs.) “Oh, that’s really heavy. Woo. Okay that’s what I’ll tell her if that’s what you want me to tell her.... “ ‘You unfortunately, my dear, received damaged goods.’ ”

“Oh, that’s so sad! Rudy, Rudy, Rudy. You represented everything he wanted. (Marilene closes her eyes and is listening) He’s answering a question that you may have asked, of why only those days?” (I had asked myself that very question a couple of days previously)

(Deep down, I knew the answer.) He sent me away, didn’t he?

“Yes, now he’s going to tell you why, which is why it’s so horrible. This is what he thought. He’s damaged goods, you’re so young(19) and he knew there would be a big scandal. he didn’t want you to be hurt by his life.......Okay, there’s another thing. He keeps calling you ‘my dear, my dear’ Uh, he doesn’t ever want you to think that you weren’t right or you weren’t enough or that you did something wrong. ‘All you could ever have done wrong was to be too perfect.’ .....Oh, my God, that’s romantic!”

(By this time, I was unable to speak for a few minutes.)

“Did he scar himself as a child?”

Yes, he cut himself with his father’s razor when he was five. The scar is on his right cheek.

“Once he sent you away, he was never the same. He went into a decline. That’s what he’s showing me. You both did......I get the feeling there was a plan, some kind of spiritual plan for the two of you to come back together. Something happened, that’s what he’s frustrated about.”

I don’t know why I came back. All I do know is that when I did, I brought all that grief with me. It isn’t just that he died, but that my hopes and dreams were within my reach. Just when it seemed they were in my grasp, it was all ripped away. I lost him, I lost everything. How could I know that the day I left him, June 23^rd, he would be dead in exactly two months.(August 23, 1926)

“Yes you did, girl, and you have to finish it.......It’s like you’re stuck in about five different dimensional places and that’s never good. The key thing to work on is being as present as you can be and be right in the moment......You have to be in your life and present, and then he can be aligned with you and you’re going to have very strong communication with him.” ......End tape

I have spent the last two years collecting anything and everything I could get my hands on relating to Rudy. I found a copy of his manager’s memoirs about Rudy, a copy of the small book of poems Rudy wrote, among other things. Thank God for rare book dealers!

After the session with Marilene, I kept thinking about what she’d told me. I struggled with the doubts that kept creeping into my thoughts. Believe me, they could get vicious. ( I’m sure Marilene will address the subject of fear, but let me say something I have learned from personal experience. Fear is the darkest of all the forces. It comes in many disguises with many different sets of shackles to immobilize us and keep us prisoners: terror, trepidation, worry, nervousness, doubt, shame, disgust, intolerance, ignorance, anger, hatred.....the list seems endless. Think of a time when you were able to look fear in the face and say, “no, I will not allow you to spoil this,” and you pushed through the fear to accomplish something. We’ve all had these moments in our lives. Think of how you felt, how you soared unfettered! This is what Rudy and other spirits want to show and teach us....how to throw off the shackles and soar.)

(I was speaking of the doubts that kept creeping back into my mind.) One day I sat down and picked up the memoirs written by Rudy’s manager. I turned to the back and was reading about how successful the New York premiere of “The Son of the Sheik” had been. That was the reason Rudy was in NY in August 1926 when he died. Everyone was ecstatic about the film’s reception.

Ullman wrote, “Strange to say, Rudy seemed rather quiet after his ovation at the Mark Strand, whereas the rest of us were very much excited...........Rudy’s quiet mood continued, so much so that we fell into a most serious conversation.......He talked to me of marriage. He asked me if I thought it would ever be wise for him to marry a girl who was not in pictures.”

I was struck dumb. “A girl who was not in pictures?” I reread it, then called Marilene to read it to her. She reacted exactly the way I did. Hopefully she will give you her perspective. For me, it was like someone opened a door.

RE: MY RESEARCH BEGINS

2010-08-01T00:59:00.005-04:00

Rudy is so excited that Katherine, in spite of her left brain, and medical background, has decided to keep counseling with me...yes I said counseling. I am an Intuitive Therapist...an hour with me is like a years worth of counseling...I can tune into patterns, connect the dots and being empathic feel what you have gone through and help you heal your life.

I also have like a photographic memory for what we have discussed so when I see you again we pick up where we left off and I am right back in the flow of being Present with you to continue your journey of healing. In Katherine's case, and this has happened with some people through the years, it is like she never left the session. She may have walked out the door and come back a week later, but it was like we really never separated..and Rudy began to stay with me and continue sharing things with me.

How does this happen, how was Rudy with me and with Katherine, we are multidimensional Beings...we can be in more than one place at one time..and trust me Rudy was so excited that I could hear, feel, see and communicate with him...Katherine at this point was feeling and hearing him..and again as you will find out as this story goes on, I am sure that not only he, but many Beings of Light have orchestrated this whole thing.

I am very unorganized, and probably would be labeled attention deficit..in the way the world views those things...Katherine on the other hand is the poster woman for neat, organized and is not a procrastinator...much like my dear Mother Joyce...so at first it really pushed my buttons..as I have pushed hers...then I hear Rudy laugh as I am writing this saying to me, you two could and will do anything when the opposites are brought into balance and this starts flowing more...hum...I know you are right Rudy.

Again with the bracelet..yes the minute she walked back in for the next session the bracelet...I am sure that when he described it to me and insisted that it was not in the crypt in Hollywood For Ever cemetery, and then told Katherine that it was left at Falcon's Lair...he did so that she would believe that he was really communicating with me and with her. I could feel and see that bracelet...I was so happy that Katherine was getting the same information from him..and was thrilled that she set out to find it.

I had no doubts that the private detective that she hired was the right person and would do his job...can't wait to meet him sometime on one of my trips to LA...when he produced the list of things auctioned from Rudy's estate and in detail there was the bracelet I was thrilled. Like I have stated before I do get feedback and have had some clients for 3o years yikes, but in general I don't get verification on the details of the thousands of readings I do each year.

So this was a rare and real treat for me to have someone like Katherine who can and does go to such lengths to check details out...it has given me a renewed confidence in my work and the importance of what I do in a different way than I have ever felt.

When dear Rudy shows me things we soar through time and space and it is the most marvelous and rich experience...that is what happened when he was giving me details of how he met Katherine in the "past" life...and when he took me up into the hills and showed me where they spent time it took my breath away...I live in a wonderful Spanish style house that was built it 1928 and when I saw his Falcon Lair I was at home...my favorite time period for almost everything...I was in heaven. The decor and the ambiance were so similar to my home that it was amazing...more on Falcon Lair later in the story...

I am getting so excited writing this blog...please those of you out there that are reading this feel free to comment and ask questions we, Rudy, Katherine and me would love feedback..as you can tell it is an important way to learn and grow...and dear ones I am determined to face and deal with this organization thing....so from here on out I promise to write everyday...no delay love and healing to all (from Mr. Valentino as well) MM

My Research Begins

2010-07-30T14:04:00.002-04:00

Marilene had promised me that I was not losing my mind. Okay so I had known Rudolph Valentino in my last life. Right. Do you know how hard it was to try to come to grips with that little detail? After over two years of living with this, I still have moments when I question it. They don’t last long, because inevitably something happens to convince me once again.

One outcome of my talk with Marilene was I acquired and read several books written by Carl Jung. “Synchronicity” is a word with which I am now very familiar!

Unfortunately, that good feeling I had when I left Marilene’s began to fade fairly quickly, because I was still in denial. I struggled to accept what she’d said. I suppose it was a hangover from having a physician and a nurse as parents, and my own nurses training. Science says......prove. Also, I continued to feel wholly embarrassed by it all. I now had someone with whom I could talk about what I was feeling and what was happening, but my reticence to speak with anyone other than Marilene continued unabated.

I began to meditate regularly. The centering and calming effect of meditation was exactly what I needed. I knew that there was so much more that I needed to learn and understand. I returned to Marilene on June 23, 2008.

Begin tape.........

“Have you learned anymore about the bracelet?”

(The bracelet again!)

I found one reference that states that the bracelet might have been taken off of him. (It was an obscure statement I found on one website. When I read it I thought, “They didn’t take it off of him. He didn’t have it on. He didn’t take it to New York with him.” Now, how the hell did I know that?) But all other sources say he was buried with it. You said last week that we had a past life connection?

“Absolutely! I have no doubt about it. You were young. You had a major connection. I can see you sitting, and I see your eyes meeting and you two talking. He preferred on this night when you met, to be sitting with you...whew, I’m sweating...I am hot! He comes in in a different way. I never let them speak through me, but he’s coming about as close as anybody has.”

“Okay, I’m getting Feb 25^th. Something happened Feb 25, 1925, but I think you saw him in 1926 before he died. He is showing me three times. Okay, we’ve got Feb 25^th 1925, but he’s showing me June 11^th through 23^rd , 1926. It’s not like you were just somewhere at night, you were staying. Well, no wonder you guys had a connection! It’s like he’s definitely acknowledging this big time.”

“Whatever connection you had was very powerful, it was empowering for both of you. Okay, here he comes again....” (Marilene lifts her hair off the back of her neck. She’s perspiring). “When you first met, there was a party or gathering at someone’s house.....You were very cute, but shy and felt very left out. I feel like you were sitting by yourself. He was sick of all the frivolity and people. It just changed your life that his man would be talking to you. He drew you out.” (.....long pause, Marilene’s eyes are closed......) “I feel like I’m up, like up in hills. Wherever this house is it’s up high.”

His last house was named Falcon Lair, and it was very high up in the hills. (My stomach is trying to flop completely out of my body.)

“I’m sure he’s showing me that house. You were there. It was high up in the hills.”

“Now he’s talking to me about how much he loved animals. I see a fence.” (......long pause.......) “This is interesting. There is something about the bracelet again. He takes issue with it being called a ‘slave’ bracelet.” ...........End tape.

The bracelet again! I felt an intense drive to find that bracelet. When I would think about it, I got an antsy feeling. I needed to be doing more to try to recover it. Why?? In my research I'd found that one comment stating that it may have been taken off of him. I started to get angry. No, no no! It couldn't have been taken off of him in New York because he didn’t have it with him. He left the bracelet at Falcon Lair.

All right....the bracelet was at Falcon Lair when Rudy died. He was not buried with it. How on earth was I going to prove that it wasn't in the coffin with him and then find out where it was? I needed eyes and ears in LA. I could think of only one way to proceed. I googled ‘Private Investigators, LA’. Uh, there are millions of them! I'd never had any dealing with private detectives. Sam Spade and Phillip Marlowe were the only private eyes I knew about. One small problem.....they were both fictional characters. How on earth could I choose? Once again, I was pulled toward one listing in particular. I examined the firm's website and read many of the testimonials. Yes, this felt right. Finally I took a deep breath and gathered my courage, picked up the phone and called.

Mike McCormick spent years as a detective on the LA police force. He knows Hollywood inside and out. I quickly found out that he also is a huge classic film buff. When I told Mike what I wanted him to investigate, his first words to me were “Katherine, tell me why." Oh, dear. I answered as best I could telling him that I was a huge Valentino fan and had become interested in the bracelet and its whereabouts.

Mike responded, "I thought he was buried with it?”

I replied, “No, he wasn’t. I’m sure of it.”

Mike admitted he was intrigued and agreed to take the case. I gave him as much information as I could: Rudy’s manager’s name, the name of the auction house that handled the estate sale, and the name of the sale agent. All this information I gleaned from the biography, Dark Lover.

In a very few days, I received an email from Mike. He had tracked down Rudy’s manager’s great grand niece in Florida but she didn’t know anything about it. He finally found a complete copy of the estate sale catalog! The archive wouldn’t let him copy the whole thing, but he was allowed to copy a few pages. He emailed them to me.

Listed in Section Six under “Jewelry”

#727: Original Valentino Slave Bracelet.

Solid Platinum links. This is the famous design introduced by Mr. Valentino in America and worn by him at all times. Approximately 2½ ounces of pure platinum.

At the end of the email, Mike asked one question. “How did you know?”

My answer.... “I just knew.”

RE: MY FIRST VISIT WITH MARILENE ISAACS PART 2

2010-07-30T00:14:00.005-04:00

Wow a flood gate of emotion and memory are engulfing me now..to read what I said in Katherine's reading is so cool..it gives me the opportunity to understand myself, and my readings in a truly dimensional way. I figure that in 40 years I have done probably 80 to a 100 THOUSAND readings...yikes..not to mention healing on people, animals and places..thousands of spiritual teachings , retreats and workshops..and in all these years..something new is happening.

Again the gift that Katherine has given me is a blessing..I have wanted to write, research understand and explain what I do for years now..but have always had to work..as a matter of fact three different past students of mine wrote books from my tapes and lectures..and didn't even give me any kind of credit in "their" books...so this is Spirits way of forcing ME to write and heal past betrayals, and patterns.

I knew that I was in a new era with my work when I saw Katherine decked out in clothes from the 20's and looking like a very young woman the minute she walked in...I see what people looked like in other times and places during the reading, but not usually the minute they walk in the door. I also was fascinated by what I said about seeing her emotional body split open...that was also unusual as well..but now I understand it all...Katherine was already on the incredible journey with Rudolph Valentino for awhile and when she walked into my world I immediately became part of it and could see, hear, feel , smell and almost taste it.

I dwell in a dimensional place I have had to learn to be in this level..at birth I never fully came on down so to speak, as I have mentioned before, I can remember my birth and where I was before. Who I am now and what I do I have done forever through many lives. Most people come into a reading with things going on in their energy fields that can be quite intense..but for the first time someone walked into a session fully connected to, and manifesting their previous incarnation into their now reality...and had the person on the other side totally participating and from how I know Rudy now, he was also orchestrating the whole thing.

Then he started in already about his bracelet...where is it..and got really angry when Katherine said she had read that he had been buried with it on...he told me NO he was not buried with it on...He is as dynamic on the other side as he was in this level..there is a constant running dialogue of his opinions about almost everything..and what he has shared and commented on has been proven to be true and verified every step of the way...he is with me now making comments..he is very bossy..and Katherine just for the record, he is still hating the fabric on the two chairs in your living room..LOL..

When I run energy on people I become one with the Light and become a conduit Holy Spirit is doing the transmutation ....and this is nothing I studied or read in a book...more on that later...good night all sending you all love and healing energy..M

First Session With Marilene (Part 2)

2010-07-28T10:16:00.002-04:00

Note: As I said in the last post, I will be using the tapes of Marilene’s and my sessions. A lot of what you read will be verbatim from the tapes. To avoid confusion I have established a pattern which I will follow. 1. Marilene’s part in the dialog will be written with regular type contained inside quotation marks. 2. My part in the dialog will be in italics. Any thoughts that I may have had at the time or any comments or explanations that I add will be written in regular type set off by parentheses.

This session is so important because it sets the stage for everything that comes after. I haven't listened to this tape in quite a while, and I'm sitting here with goose bumps as I listen to Marilene explain what lay ahead of me. Every single thing she said was dead on the money! From now on Marilene’s posts will be more interesting than ever because, it soon became very obvious that she was a huge part of the whole equation: Katherine + Marilene + Rudy = ? (I just read Marilene’s post. And of course, she anticipated what I was going to write and discussed the strong connection between Rudy, me and her.)

Begin tape......

"When I first walked into the room and I looked at you, I saw you but you looked more like you were dressed like the 20's, back in that era. You may have known him. That's why it gets complicated. We can have known people but then we come back and they stay on the other level. When did this start to happen?"

It started late in March and got bad in April.

"When is your birthday?"

April 18th.

"It's usually around the birth date. People don't understand how this works. The illusion is that we're separate from heaven and earth. All the things about separation have to do with illusion and fear." (Marilene starts scratching her head again.) "He's all over the place in here. I can....he's so happy. It's like the more you've been talking, he's gotten active and playful. And, he's chosen you....(he chose me???) He's not saying this to me, somebody else is here, a big angelic presence. There are 3 reasons why you were chosen, and don't ever think you weren't chosen. (1)Yes, they're saying I was right. There was a past life connection. You knew him but you were younger maybe 16-18. He influenced you in the sense that he was very nice to you. (There is a long pause here as Marilene closes her eyes and is obviously listening to something I can't hear.) There's more to this. This is just the tip of the iceberg.....there's more that's going to happen. (2)You are a very spiritual person. (I am? That was news to me.) You're very open and your life was dormant for awhile. (3) You have a pattern that needs to be healed that is a matching picture to Rudy's. People don't understand or get you. (Now, that’s an understatement!)

I look at you and all I see is your emotional body. It is totally cracked open. It doesn't feel good when you first go through it. It's like a tsunami. We need to work to get you aligned and in tune with him. Then you will be able to birth this in, and it will be a joyous experience." (Here comes my first research opportunity)

"There is a piece of jewelry he's showing me. He keeps showing me a bracelet."

A bracelet? (It felt like my stomach flipped over.)

"Do you know what he's talking about?"

(Deep in my gut I knew exactly.) Yes, I do. It's the platinum 'slave' bracelet his second wife gave to him. He caught hell in the press for wearing it. They crucified him every chance they got. They tore him to shreds and made fun of him because he wore a wrist watch, for Christ’s sake. He liked new and innovative things.

"Was there an issue about children? He's talking about children."

(another stomach flip-flop) He wanted children desperately.

"Does anyone know where that bracelet is? He is very hung up about this bracelet?"

In the biography, the author says he was buried with it.

"I don't think he was buried with it. We've got to find the bracelet. He is so hung up on this bracelet." ........End tape.

We talked about a few more things, then Marilene "ran energy" on me. Folks you have to feel how hot her hands get when she is doing that!! Yikes.

I drove home in a much calmer state, but I had questions swirling around in my head so fast? I couldn't stop thinking about the bracelet. Was he buried with it, or was Marilene right? How could I find out?

Amazing..... A Brief Word of Explanation

2010-07-28T10:15:00.000-04:00

Marilene's post RE: FIRST SESSION......PART 1 says it was posted by me. It was posted by Marilene first, but she had a little trouble with some technical aspects of the blog and ended up having to post in two sections which destroyed an amazing aspect of her post. I have put it together as one post and highlighted the amazing aspect I mentioned. You'll see it immediately.

RE: MY FIRST VISIT WITH MARILENE ISAACS, PART 1

2010-07-28T10:10:00.001-04:00

VALENTINO....wow...did I think that Katherine was crazy??? I knew from the minute that she walked in the door that not only was she not crazy but I felt an instant connection with her....First of all I have been doing my work for forty years and I have seen and heard it all...I thought...

As you will see as the story unfolds this is an incredible journey for me as well. I am here on this earth this time to actualize unconditional love, that is what I am all about. My work is very experiential and I feel that I am here to help activate at a genetic cellular level, the original Divine Blueprint for each person I see. You may think that you are coming in for a reading but it is really to heal the patterns of suffering that you are repeating as karmic patterns.

Love is my religion, creating a safe space for people to hear and feel the information that "Spirit"...no I do not have a Spirit Guide ...I am talking about HOLY SPIRIT...is giving me..that is what Katherine felt when she walked into The Center of Peace..where I do my work...I love the way that she describes what she felt and saw in my space.

Everything that you are reading in this blog is the truth...I love that Katherine had a healthy skepticism..I do as well of my own abilities and information...the great lengths that she went to investigate what Spirit ..and Rudy..told me are amazing. I get feedback from people about my readings but to have someone actually hire a private detective and do the degree of research on the information received from another level of consciousness means so much to me.

Now, because I may be an amazing intuitive, but I am technologically challenged..I could not figure out how to continue onto what I wrote and saved..so I posted it and now am continuing....as you can imagine this level of consciousness I really have to work at...

The most amazing thing or one of the most, has been the shift in how I communicate with "the other side"...I am not a channel in the sense I will never allow a Spirit to take over my body..I am fortunate, my abilities are very integrated with my personality..I do not have to vacate my body and let another take over..I hear them feel them sometimes see them and I mediate and convey what they are telling, empathically communicating and showing me.

It is different with RUDY...right away from the moment Katherine came in I knew and felt a shift into another dimension...I got hot all over and felt every cell of my body come alive...His energy did not enter my body but was all around and I felt him all around me..this was different for me..in all the years of doing my work this was way different..even when I have felt Jim Morrison and Marilyn Monroe very close to me, it was not like this.

Now I am on fire, sweating energized all circuits open and non stop communication from Rudy he is so excited that I can hear, feel and see him...there is no separation yet there is no intrusive feeling..I am one with him but clearly not uncomfortable..I am very aware of Katherine as energy as well...we are all in a "main" of energy that is amazing and clear...what he tells me is so funny and so detailed..I knew of him, but like Katherine, had never read about him , had seen photos but knew few details.

Over the next few sessions this intensity of connection gets stronger..even when Katherine is not in session and has left he speaks to me and has running dialogues..more on that later...again I am so grateful ...this dimensional shift for me in communicating with others has changed because of my connection with Rudy..and changes daily...what a vibrant, brilliant Soul he is ..his one frustration, and he is sharing this with me now, is that he "died" as a silent film star..would have loved to been in the talking era that came next...good night all

First Session With Marilene (Part 1)

2010-07-23T09:18:00.001-04:00

In the car on the way to Marilene's I kept thinking of ways to avoid telling her who I thought was popping in and out. I was embarrassed and afraid that she would just laugh at me.... a kind of "What, you too? I see hundreds of pathetic women who have convinced themselves that Rudolph Valentino is communicating with them." (Funny, I just thought of this...I wasn't trying to convince myself that I was communicating with him, I was desperately trying to convince myself that I wasn't!) A couple of times during the drive, I came close to turning the car around, but something prevented me from doing it.

I parked my car, took a deep breath and walked to the door. I was shown to a very comfortable room and waited for Marilene. What would she really look like? The photo on her website was lovely, but that didn't mean that "Madame de Farge" wasn't about to walk through the door. The room was decorated with an eclectic assortment of items. Pictures of His Holiness the Dalai Lama, a large statue of The Holy Virgin, a fascinating sketch of Jim Morrison, etc. I sat on a red sofa and opposite me was a red chair. The Spanish or more accurately, the Moorish look and feel of this portion of the house was lovely. It reminded me of something...again, a strong feeling of familiarity.

Marilene entered. She looked exactly like her picture. Her smile and warm greeting put me instantly at ease. The spirits gifted Marilene with a voice that is as soothing as oil on a blister. For the rest of forever, I will remember her first words to me. "You are going through a big shift in consciousness right now, and it has to do with healing the emotional body."

A note here: From now on quotations I use and incidents I tell are being drawn directly from tapes, research and notes I have made, unless I specify otherwise. We taped all my sessions, and I am reviewing the tapes as I go.

Also over the last two years, I have spent countless hours at the computer researching things Marilene's told me in order to validate them. I have gone so far as to hire a private detective in LA (more on that a little later) and, more than once, utilized the research desk at the Library of Congress. I have never been a person who accepts things at face value. From the beginning, I liked Marilene and wanted to believe all that she was telling me, but remember, up until this time I thought psychics were frauds. Initially, I maintained a healthy skepticism about Marilene. I needed to validate things for my own peace of mind. When I told Marilene exactly what I was doing, I closely observed her reaction. Instead of getting offended or irate, she was thrilled and said so.

Marilene started talking about people who have crossed over. They are forced to look at how their thought, feelings and actions affected other people. They keep learning, growing and shifting. A lot of times there is unfinished business, something that's unhealed, so a person from the other side will stay linked. Things can happen in both the waking and dreaming states.

She lifted her hair off her neck and fanned herself. "Whew, I'm burning up." Her face started getting red. (Anyone who knows Marilene will tell you that she is routinely cold. Uh, not when Rudy is around.)

I bit the bullet and told her that I thought I was somehow linked to Rudolph Valentino. I cringed and waited for the laughter to erupt. Instead, she smiled as if I had just clued her in to something important.

"I totally believe you. He's here. I can feel his energy, it's very powerful. My head is starting to tingle. I feel him swirling around in here. I very rarely get that feeling from spirits. I'm sure it's him."

She ended up scratching the top of her head throughout the rest of the session, and perspiration poured off her. She'd be talking and all of a sudden would make a little sound of annoyance and start scratching her head, or holding her hair up off her neck. It got to be funny.

She finally said the words I so needed to hear. "No, you're not nuts." And I believed her.

To be continued.............

RE: LED TO MARILENE ISAACS

2010-07-23T00:24:00.005-04:00

WOW...how do I respond to this blog...in the forty years (yikes) of doing my work, I have heard amazing stories of how people found me and have also had no doubt that Spirit was at work as far the timing of when people call. In the old days when I was booked up 2 years ahead of time and have 1,500 people on a waiting list...Spirit also was at work..

I am being led for some reason to share this story...an elderly man had been on my books for a half hour session for a year and a half...he walked in and the minute he came in his brother Jim started talking to him. He looked quite startled and when his brother in detail started talking about what they did as children, and how he valued him as a brother, he stopped me and said, "wait a minute I am confused, my brother's name is Jim and what you are saying is all true, but he isn't dead".....I looked at him and knew in my heart that his brother was indeed in Spirit and was communicating with me...

I gently said, there is no death it is a change in a rate of vibration..it is like going from one room to the next, and then Jim told me that he had felt a pain in his chest and was now on the other side....and told me other intimate messages that I will not share here. The man was in tears but also looked like he had been touched by an Angel..I knew he could feel his brother's presence even though he thought he was still alive...

An hour later my phone rang...when my client got home his wife told him that his brother Jim had just passed over..he told her I know, he just talked to me through Marilene...think about that, he had been waiting 18 months to see me and during that half hour is when exactly that his brother passed over...He also told me that if he had not had that experience it would have killed him to have received a phone call saying that Jim had passed, because they were so close...he had total peace and it changed his life.

When Katherine walked in my door I knew immediately that Spirit had orchestrated a perfect timing for us to connect...Holy Spirit always knows..the Great Comforter always is at work...I took one look at her and knew that this was not going to be the regular reading..just like the story I just told..someone came in with her and he was very powerful and very present...there was electricity in the air and not one person, but two were here..and the connection I felt with Katherine and this energy were so familiar...yet I knew a new era and experience in my work was here.

Katherine speaks of me saving her life...she and Rudy also saved mine..for reasons I will explain another time I have had a block to writing..as you can see this blog is forcing me, in a good way to write...and it is healing many things in my life as well.

Led To Marilene Isaacs

2010-07-22T14:53:00.000-04:00

Like any good ostrich, I tried to ignore what was happening. It was easier than dealing with it. I couldn't talk to anyone about it. How could I? A sense of desperation began to set in. I thought about Rudy constantly. Even when I was in conversation with someone else, I would be thinking about him. I had always felt that I had a "muse" or some kind of "guardian angel", but was it him? Jesus, what an idea! Come on....Rudolph Valentino?? Just the thought made me blush. It was ludicrous, impossible.

Even though I tried to keep my footing, I was slipping fast. I was being buffeted back and forth by some force I couldn’t see or fight. I became depressed, confused, and frightened. Even if I’d had someone to talk to, I wouldn't have because, I would’ve been giving voice to my pathetic delusions. The imagined sound of derisive laughter made me cringe. I had been laughed at so many times in my life, and the hurt and chagrin were horrible. I couldn’t face it.

Then on or about June 15th, the UPS driver delivered a package containing my copy of the movie, THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE. As soon as I had it in my hands, I ripped off the plastic wrapper and watched the film.

My reaction to the movie was more volatile than the first time I saw it. I know this sounds so damn dramatic, but it's the truth. I started screaming. I was consumed with an emotional agony that made me feel as if I were strangling. I got up and paced through the house talking to myself. Desperation and helplessness overwhelmed me. I was confused and so frightened. I felt totally alone. The sense of isolation exacerbated all the other negative feelings. That’s when the thought of a solution came creeping in.

I couldn't and flat out refused to face the possibility that I was slipping into insanity. The combination of that and the gut-wrenching grief pushed me over the edge. It had to stop! There was only one answer. Get my .45 Colt, chamber a round, one quick flash, it would be over, and I would be at peace. It would be so easy.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt like I was slapped...hard. No. No. No! That was not an answer. Never. It was a totally self-absorbed, cruel thing to do. I sat down on the floor, screaming and crying. I felt as if someone had excavated my chest, leaving a huge gaping hole where my heart had been. For several hours I was like a wild woman. It was the most terrifying experience I have ever suffered through.

Luckily, it is impossible to constantly maintain that level of agitation, and as it subsided, I accepted that I had to talk to someone. But who? A psychiatrist? Absolutely not! Damn it, I wasn’t crazy! Was I? Slowly I came to the realization that the help I needed was very specialized. I sat down at my computer and did something I never would have believed I’d do....I googled "Indianapolis Psychics". Naturally, I got pages of results, most of which were those stupid psychic hotlines. However, my attention was grabbed by one...The Center of Peace. Well, I could use a little peace. I clicked on the link and found myself looking at a photo of a lovely woman whose heart and compassion glowed in her eyes. I was drawn to her immediately. Her name... Marilene Isaacs.

I called the phone number. Her assistant asked me if I could come later that day. For some unknown, perfectly orchestrated, reason, Marilene's calendar had opened up due to a last minute cancellation. I agreed. When I set out to drive to her house, I was nervous, hesitant, and very, very skeptical, but something kept telling me that this was my path. It was June 17, 2008.

Gentle Readers, I have said this directly to several people, and I want to say it to you now. With no exaggeration or embellishment........Marilene saved me. She reached out her hand and pulled me out of the sink hole in which I was drowning.

Re: ROUND THE BEND" FEAR

2010-07-22T01:30:00.004-04:00

Sorry for the delay in responding to the blog...as we all know..linear time right now is an illusion. The roller coaster that Katherine is on is one she will have to ride for awhile...but it is a good ride...amazing how when love enters your life you lose weight, fix your hair etc...a lot of the extra weight that people carry around is what I call emotional armoring. When we are depressed..which only means we have repressed emotions..things that we have pushed deep inside and have not dealt with..it can then manifest in the physical realm as extra pounds...

When Katherine starts to awaken and remember and more importantly FEEL...there is movement on all levels, she is getting unstuck. Many times we can get trapped in our lives in patterns that have nothing to do with who we really are or why we are here. Katherine has had and still has a wonderful life...but buried under it all something deep in her subconscious mind..there is a deep disturbing memory that is haunting her. In my world that is unfinished business from another time and place.

The pursuit of Rudy and his films and the book "Dark Lover" may seem to traditional therapist as an obsession..in the intuitive therapy and healing that I do with people I learned a long time ago not to judge and label people's emotional experiences. I have learned that when someone has such an intense reaction to situations there is a reason. I have also had people who were totally imbalanced and living in a dangerous fantasy world with famous people, that were just you know what crazy.

After forty years of doing my work I know the difference and I knew right away Katherine and her experiences were different...the moment reactions that she was having for example to him being taller than reported in the book and her knowing he was 5'9'' impressed me..especially her noticing that Mr. Fairbanks was standing on his tippy toes..I also love that she pursued it and contacted the author...every step of the way Katherine has used both sides of her brain to understand and feel and then prove what she is feeling.

The pain and despair that she felt and anger were beyond a normal reaction..she was remembering from a different place and knew the truth...the reaction to the circus atmosphere were real and coming from a fierce love for Rudy and wanting to protect him and because she knew HIM not the hype and spin created about him as a star.

When I was a small child I would blurt out all the time in the Baptist church that I was brought up in things like (and this was when I was 3 years old) no Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute and if the Father, Son and Holy Spirit were all men how did anything get created??? I was, as was happening to Katherine, remembering the truth and not what was dogma in a book...more on that later...I am giving this as an example of things that have happened in my life that are similar to the way Katherine felt and reacted when her memories and truth were not what she was reading.

The pain and torment that she then fell into is also normal, the high and then the low of emotional experiences and the memory of the sudden loss of Rudy..and at this point of what we are writing about not knowing the details...trying to find the missing pieces to the puzzle...one of the hardest stages in remembering things from other times and places. The fragmentation is painful...but it is an illusion...Katherine pushed on and I am in awe of how she survived all of this on her own..remember at this point in what she is writing about we have not met yet.....she is a very brave person and brave to share her journey with all of you...trust me this is just the tip of the iceberg...it is an amazing journey....more next time...

"Round the Bend" Fear

2010-07-16T10:08:00.003-04:00

Something happened in Ireland. I returned feeling quite different. I decided it was time to take back control of my life. When I got up each morning, I put on makeup and fixed my hair. I started losing weight. For giggles, I decided to look up the fragrance, Volupte, which by the way means "sensual pleasure" and found it was an old Oscar de la Renta fragrance from the early 70's. I thought the translation of Volupte as “sensual pleasure” was somehow very appropriate.

As I said, I found Rudy’s biography waiting for me. I didn't just read Dark Lover, I devoured it. It’s well researched, and the author is even-handed when it comes to talking about some of the points of contention about Rudy.

As I read, I began to anticipate what was coming. Again that feeling of knowing was so strong. There were times when I found myself talking to the book. One episode in particular....There is constant disagreement about how tall Rudy was. It is so difficult to gauge height on film, either moving or still. There are accounts of people saying he was tall, then some will say he was very short, ad nauseum. The author points out a photograph of Rudy standing with other men, one of whom is Douglas Fairbanks. Now, there doesn't seem to be much disagreement that Fairbanks was about 5'7" tall. The author points out that Rudy is basically the same height in the photo, so he must have been about 5'7".

When I read that, I talked out loud. "No, he wasn't. He was taller than that! Rudy was about 5'9" tall." I knew I was right, I knew it. I kept looking at the photograph, and that’s when I saw it. Douglas Fairbanks is standing on his toes with his heels about 2 inches off the ground! You can tell by looking at the shadows of his feet. I started laughing. I emailed Ms. Leider, the author, and told her about the photo. I got an email back from her almost immediately saying "What an eye!" She hadn't seen it until I pointed it out. Please understand, I Michael't mean that knowing Rudy's exact height is going to change the world, it won't. But....I knew he was taller!

When I reached the end, and read the description of Rudy's death, I was sobbing. At the point where the author starts telling about the "circus" surrounding his viewing and Mass in New York, I threw the book on the floor. I couldn't read anymore. I couldn't stand it. I was filled with such a sense of rage and grief, I thought I was going to have a stroke. It stayed with me for days and days. I stopped eating. ( At least it helped with the weight loss.) The biggest question in my life was "why?" Why was this happening?

My ability to push Rudy from my mind eroded at a much faster pace. My sense of agitation increased and always with it came the horrible sense of grief and loss. I tried to attribute it to the fact that he died so young. Unfortunately that really didn’t explain it. A lot of people died young. The feelings I experienced were exactly like when my father dropped dead. It was paralyzing, soul-tearing grief.

As I said before, the seed of questioning my sanity had been planted earlier. Well, it had sprouted and was growing nicely. I began to think that I truly was losing my mind. It generated a fear in me that is indescribable. How queer is that? I was determined to take back control of my life, and yet felt as if I were losing it. Quite a dichotomy.

Somewhere around the first of June, my DVD of “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” arrived. This would turn out to be the worst thing that could have happened, and the best. This was the final shove that would place me at Marilene’s door.

Re: To Ireland With My Sister and Someone Else?

2010-07-15T22:41:00.005-04:00

This is an incredible journey that Katherine is taking us on...what is interesting to me is that I know from forty years of intuitive counseling , and my own experiences, when people travel it opens up more of our consciousness. Why, we get so used to everyday getting up everyday and going from point a to point b to point c that we shut down. We become like rats in a maze.

When we travel, it is unfamiliar and to survive, we open more of our consciousness. The trip to Ireland shook Katherine out of her familiar surroundings. We are multidimensional Beings and Katherine was awakening to other parts of herself .

When she smelled the candles an amazing thing happened..Olfactory stimuli..occurred it is powerful...and opens up many memories..when I smell a certain scent of soap I feel my Grandmother around me..she used Sweetheart soap..I can feel and smell it just thinking about it..

It is much more than a memory it directly connects me to her in Spirit and brings the past into Present Time..when Katherine experienced the candle scent..it opened up another level of feeling and remembering, a direct connection with Rudy. As we will find out as this story goes along there is a reason why she thought that Rudy would like that scent...because he did and does...he is smiling now as I write this and is at this moment, somehow, letting me smell what this perfume smells like ...wow..this connection with Rudy and Katherine never ceases to amaze me.

To Ireland With My Sister and Someone Else?

2010-07-15T09:05:00.003-04:00

My sister and I had a wonderful time in Ireland. But, even being in the place I love most on this earth, I couldn't stop the flashes of images, the strong feelings, and the sense of remembering. It seems I took them with me.

I wish I could explain it better. It wasn’t déjà vu. It was like I kept getting my wires crossed with someone else, and I would think, sense, and remember with their brain as well as my own. My own brain never turned off, the other one simply activated. I viewed it as a neurological problem. When the short circuit at some neural synapse occurred, all of a sudden there was a hodgepodge of thoughts. Some senses were being processed by the unfamiliar brain and the others by my own. Confused does not even begin to describe the feeling. The "two different brains" concept terrified me, and uninvited words sprouted from that little seed of doubt about my sanity.....schizophrenia and psychosis. I had heard a joke during my Psychiatry rotation in nursing school...”Neurotics build castles in the sky.....Psychotics move in.” Was I loading the van?

I categorically refused to let anything spoil the trip. I still had plenty of self-control, and I could refuse to acknowledge what was happening. I did a fairly good job until one afternoon in a little shop in Clifden, Co. Galway.

I spied some attractive candles on a shelf and went to look at them. They were scented. I picked up a taupe candle with a scent called Volupte, and took a sniff. I felt a strong, hot rush throughout my body, and thought, "Oh, my God, Rudy would love this!" The absolute certainty of that thought rocked me back on my heels a bit. It wasn't a passing little "oh this smells good. I bet someone like Rudolph Valentino would have liked a scent like this." No, it slammed into me like a truck. I knew it beyond all doubt.

Okay, that shook me a bit. I stood there smelling the candle and finally bought it. Only months later, did I ask my sister if she'd noticed anything odd about me when we were in that store. She answered that she wondered what the hell was going on. She'd never seen me get that agitated over a candle.

For the rest of the trip, Rudy was foremost in my mind. I kept getting distracted thinking about him. There were times when I swear I felt him smile. I got so angry with myself. Why was I so damned obsessed with him? I had managed to get through 58 years without going this far off the deep end. Why now and most especially why him of all people?

When I returned from Ireland, I found the biography I'd ordered waiting for me, DARK LOVER, by Emily W. Leider. Things were about to get really interesting.

RE: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

2010-07-12T01:06:00.007-04:00

In response to Katherine's entry "Four Horseman" : The first thing that I want to comment on is that linear time is man made and an illusion....Present Time is when past, present and future happen all at the same time. When we are in the dream state or in a meditation we experience this.

De ja vu works like this as well...in the dream state you can dream things that the next day or a year later happen..for example conversations seem to be that way for me..I will dream something talking with a person or group of people and then in the waking state I will be having that conversation ...and going OMG I have already had this conversation..

De ja vu can also happen another way..this happens to me all the time..I will go to a new place and it is familiar to the point I will know exactly what a room will look like before I go into it or the feeling of familiarity is so overwhelming that it engulfs me.

This is what happens to creative people who use their imagination..they are imaging things from a real place..Katherine is a fiction writer and as she said a few years before Rudy entered her world in a conscious way, he was at work on a subconscious level..and a higher level. The theme of that story was a woman with a lot of fears who heals her life by falling in love with the Spirit of a silent film star..what I found interesting about that, is that she didn't finish that book it went nowhere..that is because it was her story but what she was picking up or imaging then was just the tip of the iceberg of a past life memory emerging. The exciting part is that it is not just a past life remembered..but unfolding and being brought into present life and time.

I have been doing my intuitive healing work for forty years and have done past life regressions and exploration with people that has been interesting and proven to be very accurate, not just fantasy. The thing that sets Katherine and Rudy's story apart from others is the amazing direct communication (constant) that Rudy has with Katherine and as I will be explaining as we go along, the connection he has with me and when we all get together it is really a trip..

In your life see what triggers you, I mentioned this before...what pierces your heart and evokes intense emotion...what seems to be a theme in your life that repeats over and over..these are clues to patterns and things from other times and places that you are working on healing. Pay attention to the things that connect, the images you are getting in the waking and dreaming state..they all are telling you your story....

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

2010-07-10T08:11:00.005-04:00

( A little back story.....About three or four years prior to the following events, I had started a novel that was a twist on the story of "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir". The working title was, "For All We Know" which I took from the song by Sam M. Lewis and J. Fred Coots. I like the song and it seemed appropriate for the subject. Basically, it was going to be about a young woman plagued with agoraphobia who develops a close relationship with the spirit of a famous silent film star. Through her relationship with him, she is able to emerge from her fears. Her introduction to him is purely coincidence. She receives the wrong DVD, a silent version of a movie instead of the more modern one. I wrote one particularly emotional scene where she decides to watch the film just for giggles. She is mesmerized by watching him. When the film is finished, she is so moved by what she's seen and by him, she's sitting in front of the TV and is crying. At least that's the gist of it. I had gotten a few chapters written before I hit a brick wall. I never could seem to get the plot right. Nothing I tried worked. It was just wrong. I got discouraged, shelved the novel and forgot it.)

Leading up to the morning of May 6, 2008, I had been bothered by intermittent flashes of images. Mostly, they were impressions of photographs I had seen of Rudy. He kept popping into my mind, uninvited! Oddly, some of the flashes were not familiar, and were more like video clips. I hadn't seen photographs that looked like these, certainly no videos. Places looked and felt familiar, yet I knew I had never seen them before. Flashes of his face, some serious, some laughing, some where he did not look well. Once again, practical me brushed these aside. They were goofy, unexplainable occurrences, so weren't worth the time or bother.

The morning of May 6th. I started packing for the trip to Ireland the next day. I turned on the TV for some noise while I worked, and TCM came on. There was Rudy! It was one of his films. So far, the only ones I had seen were "The Sheik" and "The Son of the Sheik". I quickly checked and saw that the entire day's schedule consisted of his films. What a coincidence, I thought. Then it dawned on me. It was his birthday. He was born on May 6, 1895! I looked at the schedule and saw that they were going to run "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse." I was excited. I knew I had a DVD coming, but at least I would get to see the famous film without having to wait. It was scheduled to run early afternoon. I hurried and finished my packing.

I started watching the movie, sitting comfortably in my chair. What can I say? I was shattered by the film and the story. Rudy was so incredibly beautiful and compelling from the moment he appeared on screen, he took my breath away. As the film continued, he seemed to pull me closer and closer to him. At the end of the movie, I had literally gotten up and was sitting on the floor in front of the TV. I was crying so hard, I struggled to get a breath. I have never felt anything like that. I wanted to smash my arms through the screen so I could touch him. I felt as if I was going to start screaming. My throat tightened to the point of pain. Grief swept over me like a tsunami. I hadn't felt such gut-wrenching grief since my father died. I wanted to rip my heart out, anything to stop that pain. I was wild and very confused because I had no idea where all the emotion was coming from. This wasn’t just a consequence of watching the movie. This was something else.

As I sat there hugging myself, rocking on the floor, it hit me. I suddenly realized that I was living a scene that I had written over three years previously. To say I was stunned would be a gross understatement. My mind started whirling with questions and unacceptable answers. I got up and began pacing throughout the house. There had to be some kind of rational explanation. God, I wanted to talk to someone, run it by them and get an objective opinion. I wanted to tell someone what was happening, but I couldn't. Who could I tell? First, there was no one, and second, if I tried, they would think I was ready for the rubber room! The more I thought about it the more convinced I became that something terrible was happening to my sanity (that nasty little seed began to germinate). I tried to shove all those thoughts away. Stop thinking about it!

As the afternoon wore on, I was finally able to get control of myself. I think I even appeared normal to my husband when he got home. As I lay in bed, an oppressive sadness settled over me, and I muffled my crying in a pillow. I was bombarded by images I couldn't stop. That night sleep would not come easily.