Brushes with Marilyn Monroe and Jean Harlow

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The one good thing about depression – if anything of the nature could be termed as a good thing – is my uncanny ability to hide in books and read them quickly during these cycles. With the recent loss of a friend I’ve known more than half my life, a depression cycle hit me so swift and so hard that I have been paralyzed since the end of last week. I mean paralyzed to the point of not being able to do anything that requires any decision making skills or I will trigger a panic attack. Just deciding whether to shower now or later, for example, nearly had me at a breakdown the day before yesterday. I have to keep my mind active while I ride this out though, or I’ll be a vegetable on my pillow staring at the TV, and then this whole thing will go on even longer. So I’ve been going through the books on my Kindle that I haven’t read yet and devouring one per day. Yesterday I read Marilyn Monroe Returns: The Healing of a Soul and today I read By Love Reclaimed: Jean Harlow Returns to Clear Her Husband’s Name, both by Dr. Adrian Finkelstein.

Marilyn Monroe ReturnsBoth books are about how very different women, Sherrie Lea Laird and Valerie Franich, who have no connection to each other by the way, sought help from Dr. Finkelstein in resolving issues from their respective past lives that are negatively affecting their present lives. The women couldn’t have been more different and, as it turns out, the results of their cases couldn’t have been more different, yet a lot of valuable information could be found in their stories. I view one as a cautionary tale and the other as taking the road to real healing.

I had been aware of the Marilyn/Sherrie case for several years but I never got around to reading the book. For a bit of background, Sherrie went through her entire life feeling unstable and like a grown woman existed in her somewhere even as a child. She endured repeated suicide attempts, hospitalization in psychiatric facilities, and so many similarities with Marilyn that she couldn’t deny the trauma of that death hadn’t yet been resolved. Unlike many cases where people will brag about being someone famous, which is considered a huge red flag for authenticity, Sherrie was never a Marilyn fan and ran from looking into such a past life for six years after initially reaching out for help. She finally agreed to undergo hypnotic regression with Dr. Finkelstein, and after a period of many months of partnered research and treatment, appeared to be on the road to recovery. She abandoned her suicidal tendencies as a result of the hypnosis sessions and reached a more peaceful place about her past life case; however, she never fully reached what I would call complete stability. Marilyn herself never reached stability either, as we all know, and I find it difficult to believe that a life as chaotic and, at times, as tortured as hers could have been corrected in the immediately proceeding lifetime with just a few months of assistance. In other words, I’m not surprised that Sherrie is still apparently unstable and living in a bizarre world.

I was acquainted with Sherrie at the time of this book’s release (2005 or 2006), so I have looked in on her periodically over the years. This was roughly the time that I was beginning to take my own Fanny Chamberlain case into public light after many years of hiding the way she did. I wouldn’t say we were friends but we were casual acquaintances, as many are in this odd little “I used to be famous” club of reincarnationists. Where Marilyn is an A-list international icon, my “famous” life was, by comparison, B-list or C-list at best. But Sherrie had been through public scrutiny over her case already and I thought we’d make acquaintances to sort of compare notes. I found her to be friendly and relatively sweet at the time, sort of like an adolescent girl in hyperactive thought processes and a peculiar naivete that made me raise an eyebrow at her technically being old enough to be my mother. Indeed, her energy did read as Marilyn to me and I do feel the case is valid, but that also meant a certain chaos within that energy that carried over from that life to her present one. I backed off from the chaos quickly, like a rubber ball bouncing off a wall, and I also noticed Dr. Finkelstein’s patient reserve showing cracks of exasperation at times as well. Now that I think on it, a lot of people backed off from Marilyn’s chaotic energy the way I backed off from Sherrie in the present.

The damage Marilyn did to herself has made Sherrie into a far more chaotic and I daresay paranoid person today. In the last few years, she has adopted many of the most outlandish conspiracy theories that have, in part, made her become a rather vocal anti-Semite, among other things. It’s going to clearly require several more lifetimes until the Marilyn damage is fully healed. Dr. Finkelstein himself has been forced to publicly disassociate himself from her because of the path she has taken, and so have I. The thing I want to point out about all of this is that just because a person has apparently become very controversial and unstable doesn’t necessarily diminish the legitimacy of the past life case. On the contrary, given Marilyn’s mental state for most of her adult life, I would be far more skeptical of Sherrie if she emerged from a few months of regressions spouting sunshine and roses for the rest of her life. It’s a myth that being aware of your past life traumas automatically gives you this sense of zen that makes you a beautifully evolved spiritual being. Suicides typically come back fairly quickly and the immediate lives after the act of suicide are very rocky and marred by chaos and swinging back and forth between peace and unrest. I believe the healing process is incredibly difficult. People will fall off their paths and become misguided before the worst of it is through. Sherrie is not hopeless but I believe she needs much more distance between Marilyn and future lives before she has the ability to see more clearly and abandon her apparent hateful and misguided stance on a variety of present issues.

In truth, I found Marilyn Monroe Returns: The Healing of a Soul to be an exhausting experience because of how terrible and exhausting Sherrie’s personal journey was. I don’t feel that she is as healed as we would like, but that is to be expected given the circumstances of Marilyn energy in Sherrie for so many years.

By Love ReclaimedOn the other hand, I found By Love Reclaimed: Jean Harlow Returns to Clear Her Husband’s Name to be much more of an experience that led to a resolution for the parties involved. This is not to say everything is perfectly wrapped up into a beautiful bow for everyone involved, but the resolutions reached were such that allowed people to more fully function here in the present.

Unlike Sherrie Lea Laird, Valerie Franich was never oppressively plagued by terrifying flashbacks of her past life, nor was she nearly that unstable as to be suicidal or hospitalized. She is highly educated in the mental health field as well, so she has an understanding of her own mind perhaps better than the average person. Valerie’s energy comes across as shockingly nonchalant, which may seem odd in a past life case, but was actually found to be a rather close match with the way Jean Harlow approached things.

Valerie’s progression into realizing that she was Jean Harlow in a past life came rather gradually. It began with an affinity for California and the Los Angeles area that she never consciously realized was a past life issue, although it is very common that we develop affinities for the places where we once lived and loved. In my case, I developed an affinity for Maine and upper New England very early in my life, before I ever really understood where those places were. Like Valerie, I didn’t automatically leap to the reincarnation conclusion. That came much, much later. She thought something strange was going on as an adult when she visited Beverly Hills and gave a friend a tour of the neighborhoods. The friend reported that she went into a semi-trance state and began describing things about the houses that she couldn’t possibly know. Later, they found out that all of the houses where she had stopped in this semi-trance state were houses where Jean Harlow had lived or new people.

After a series of other strange coincidences, she felt compelled to contact Dr. Finkelstein, especially after three separate people asked her how she felt about his Marilyn Monroe book. As he did with the Marilyn case, he began conducting hypnotic regressions on Valerie and establishing her past life case with historical research and several other kinds of evidence like physical recognition, handwriting, and so on and so forth.

The reason why Jean Harlow came back so quickly was because, according to her, she needed to clear her husband’s name. She had been married to an MGM executive who allegedly killed himself two months after they were married. The truth was he had been murdered by his previous common-law wife and the studio covered it up to protect Jean because she was there moneymaking machine. The most shocking turn of all was to find out that Dr. Finkelstein himself had been the husband that was murdered in his past life, which he initially denied for many months. As a man of science, he could not accept something like that so quickly. He brought in two separate unrelated consultants to conduct research and regressions because he could no longer be objective about the situation. Eventually, as the regressions continued on both of them, and using the same standards of evidence on himself as he does everyone else, he found the claim to be true. He had been her husband.

I have personally never undergone hypnosis as I used to be rather against it. I’m not entirely for it either at this point but I’m more open to the idea from an experimental perspective. Ordinarily, I would not be so open to “famous” past life cases like these if they were presented from a strictly hypnotic perspective, because hypnosis by itself is not enough proof of a past life case, but there was a lot more evidence provided that swayed my opinion. One particular thing that I did find interesting was that the same medium (Shirley MacLaine’s medium) the confirmed my past life case also confirmed these past life cases. Until I find someone qualified enough to guide me through the hypnosis process, however, I can never truly understand what these women went through in their stories. I am interested in doing it partially on an experimental level but partially because both women reported feeling relief in certain negative cycles in their lives. Such relief would be quite helpful to me as well.

Both women displayed knowledge of their previous lives on levels that they shouldn’t have unless they were Hollywood historians, which they were not. Both women, under hypnosis, displayed appropriate emotional reactions to questions that, if they were being deceitful, would be met with factual answers like a fan would have collected. Both women bear striking resemblances to their previous lives in the faces, hands, and feet. Both women displayed health problems earlier in their lives that they could not have known about but corresponded with their past life counterparts. It goes on from there, much the way I collected evidence about my own past life case. If I expect people to respect my past life case, then it is my responsibility as a fellow human being to respect their cases.

On a personal note, I really did enjoy how both books mentioned Clark Gable, since he is one of my favorite actors. The Marilyn Monroe book did not mention him in great detail but he was somewhat mentioned. However, Jean Harlow was very good friends with him and her recollections were a pleasure to read. She talked quite frequently under regression about how Clark Gable tried to keep her going after her husband died. They were like brother and sister and he tried to keep her laughing and distract her from her turmoil. He respected her and she respected him because they both showed up and did their job no matter what was happening in their personal lives. Arthur Miller was also mentioned in the Marilyn Monroe book, which is interesting to me because he is Daniel Day Lewis’ father-in-law, and we all know that he is my number one favorite actor. Sherrie came back with an attraction to men of Arthur’s type because she did love him even though the marriage didn’t work. She said he just wasn’t capable of dealing with her problems. She never really spoke badly of any of her husbands under regression, although she did put a lot of blame on the Kennedy brothers for her state of mind toward the end of her life. This old Hollywood junkie loved those anecdotes.

I have never had any contact with Valerie the way I did with Sherrie, so my opinion of the situation can extend no further than what was presented to me in the book. The book itself seemed a bit rushed from a strictly literary perspective because much of it was transcripts of hypnosis sessions with both Valerie and Dr. Finkelstein and very little actual narrative. I’m forgiving of that because I know firsthand how gut-wrenching it is to write about your past life case for the world to consume. The Marilyn book went into much deeper detail of background information and the logistics of hypnosis, the different levels of hypnosis, the different types of reincarnation, why it happens, and so on and so forth. Reading the Jean Harlow book, it is implied that the person reading it would have some working knowledge of reincarnation and hypnosis. So it is my suggestion that if you read either of these books, you should read both of them concurrently to get an accurate picture of the bigger situation. I do recommend these books if you are interested in the process of going through past life memories and learning to assimilate those past lives into the present. That is really the purpose of the whole thing. Learning what cycles went wrong in the past and making them right in the present. More and more people are starting to come forward with their past life cases, so I think more books like these and like mine will be coming out as time passes.

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Ask for signs!

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Messenger Between WorldsI usually write my blogs ahead of time and schedule them to post at 6 am so people can read over their morning coffee, but this event happened last night between 2:30 and 3:00 am. I wasn’t about to stay up all night writing a blog, although I did take a few notes. Sorry you didn’t get to read this blog over your morning coffee like usual!

So here’s the story (… of a lovely lady?).

Last night, I stayed up rather late finishing a book written by my friend, Kristy Robinett, which is pictured at left. Kristy was the very first person to interview me about my reincarnation case on a BlogTalk Radio show that she used to do about seven years ago. It was my first public platform to speak openly about my case. We’ve kept in touch since then and I refer clients to her when I can’t do their readings (she’s a much stronger medium than I am with reconnecting people with deceased loved ones). I bought her book right away when it was published but I didn’t have a chance to read it until this week.

That’s the other thing. I’ve had an insatiable appetite for books this month. Normally, I have no time for pleasure reading but this month I’ve been going to bed with books (that’s the only time I can read) and I’m not sleeping very much because I simply can’t stop reading. I finished Chip Coffey’s book in two sittings and the same went for Kristy’s book, and I finished the first Harry Potter book in three sittings. I have no idea what’s going on but I know the lack of sleep is going to catch up with me soon. My brain is apparently starved for brain food though. In fact, I’m resisting the urge to abandon this blog and get started on a Civil War novel right now.

Back to the story!

As I was reading Kristy’s book last night, I got rather emotional in a few places because some of her stories hit a little too close to home. We both devote our lives to helping other people but we both have a history of ignoring universal cues and signs directing our own lives, leaving us open to disillusionment and loss. I don’t know very many mediums, psychics, etc., who have their lives together simply because it’s not in our nature to think about ourselves and what we might need (supposing said mediums, psychics, etc., are in the work for the right reasons). I think we in general have trouble following our own advice because we repeat it over and over again to our clients and the words don’t have the same impact in our own ears. Tell people you love them every day before mediums become necessary. – You don’t need a medium to say I love you to Grandma because she hears you just the same. – Our loved ones look after us even in spirit, so it’s okay to ask for signs. – That sort of thing. We end up sounding like broken records in the course of helping people, which means we often forget to follow advice for ourselves.

Ask for signs.

This is the most fundamental thing when anyone wants to work with their spirit guides or other loved ones in spirit, yet I can’t seem to remember to apply it in my own life. I sometimes feel extremely alone in my life and I self-sabotage my ability to recognize presences of my loved ones when I’m in emotional, mental, or physical downward spirals. The holidays are especially hard. Reading the passage in Kristy’s book last night with the reminders that we should pay closer attention to the subtleties and synchronicities shown to us by Spirit, and to ask for signs when we need direction or comfort.

I finished the book and sat in the dark for a while trying to go to sleep. I decided I was going to try an experiment to see if I could get a sign, so I chose to see if one in particular would cooperate (Lawrence). Music was a huge part of our lives when we were together, so it occurred to me that I should open iTunes on my iPhone and put it on shuffle with focus on requesting signs in the first five random songs chosen by the player. Before I opened iTunes, I did a light meditation just to quiet my mind and put my intention out there to Lawrence. However, the older I get, the more skeptical I am of the concept of signs, so a big part of me thought this experiment was going to be a big dumpster fire of nothingness. I said, “If you have things you want to say to me, use the songs and say them.” So I scrolled up to the top and tapped “Shuffle”.

The first song that came up was one that I’ve never actually played before but the title was Can U Believe and it was by Robin Thicke. Immediately, I recognized the word believe in the title because Kristy had just written a lot in the book about that word popping up when she needed signs. Okay, I conceded, that was a little interesting. Then I listened to the song itself. It’s about self-doubt and learning to believe in yourself. It also mentions being away from the one you love, and being watched but not knowing it. Listen to the song for yourselves.

I got goosebumps but one song applying to the situation could have easily been a coincidence. The next song came on, which was Words of Love by The Beatles. Again, I don’t listen to that song very often and at first I thought there was no connection. My grand experiment, I thought, was not anything realistic. As I listened to the words, however, the song turned out to be about a guy asking a girl to tell him that she loves her. Some of the phrases and words were very close to known letters from Lawrence, who was, in the beginning, extremely insecure about how I felt. He constantly needed reassurance, very much like the way this song plays out. The song was actually written by Buddy Holly in 1957 and then The Beatles covered it.

Still rather skeptical and questioning myself as to whether I was just grasping at straws, I waited for the third of my five requested songs to start. The first notes of Boondocks by Little Big Town played and I wrinkled my nose in, “Okay, this means nothing,” frustration. Wrong. Toward the middle of the song, they sang the line, “I can taste that honeysuckle and it’s still so sweet when it grows wild on the banks down at old Camp Creek. Yeah, it calls to me like a warm wind blowing.” My eyes popped open in bed and I realized it did mean something. One of Lawrence’s pet names for me was “honeysuckle girl” at the time, and even now in the present, I sometimes smell honeysuckle when they’re not even in season.

One obvious connection – coincidence. Two obvious connections – maybe still a coincidence. Three obvious connections? I was starting to pay attention. Three quarters of the way through Boondocks, I said, “If you’re actually influencing the songs, please don’t stop yet. I need two more songs.” I waited for the fourth song to start and immediately, Rhianna’s voice chanted, “Please don’t stop the music. Please don’t stop the music. Please don’t stop the music.” If that was a coincidence, it was hilariously timed, but truthfully, I knew that was his humor. There are pages and pages of letters saved in which he would mimic and tease me for fun.

Four songs in a row in direct response to what I was thinking or saying had me a little nervous. Sometimes people want to see patterns in nothing and I was afraid of doing that even though the deal I proposed seemed to work. I was afraid of pressing my luck by needing fifth song, though, so I found myself saying toward the end of the Rhianna song, “I need another song, but if you can’t or won’t, I promise not to be disappointed.” With bated breath, the iTunes switched over to the next song and Miranda Lambert belted, “Heeeeey, white liiiaaaar…” I burst into laughter. What are the odds that I would get direct responses with phrases that were completely true? I was going to be disappointed if the fifth song meant nothing, so it was, in fact, a white lie.

So I got the five songs written down and let iTunes keep playing. I did that because if I was imagining patterns or reaching too hard, then I should have been able to connect any song to him. Six, seven, eight, nine, etc., songs went by and I felt nothing, nor were there any lyrical connections. The five songs that played in my experiment seeking signs were either songs that I hadn’t yet played or so rarely played that they weren’t even on my top played songs list, so it couldn’t have been a frequency thing. I have over 700 songs in my iTunes and those were the five chosen.

Did I get the signs I needed that I was watched over and not alone? Maybe so. I have no way to prove it. I certainly think I did because I know that particular spirit well enough to know how he would and would not react to my feelings and thoughts.

Ask for signs from your guides and loved ones on the other side. See what happens.

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Subjective paranormal experiences

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The night of December 7, I had a rather significant encounter with a spirit. I should have written about this sooner but I’ve been battling my very first bout with step throat. I’m still not totally well but I wanted to write about these things before I forget.

December 5, 6, and 7 were truly odd days, even for me. My family and I have been sick on and off for over a month but I thought my last illness before Thanksgiving was it. We all seemed to be getting better. The afternoon of December 5, I wasn’t feeling right but I hoped it was just my allergies getting weird. When I woke up the next morning, I was basically paralyzed by a sore throat, congestion, intermittent fever, and so forth. I thought it was just a really bad cold, so I started taking cold pills, but they weren’t having any affect except helping me sleep. By lunch, I thought, “I should call the doctor. Oh well. He’ll never get out here before next week and I’ll be over it by then.” Then 4 pm rolled around and guess who called? My doctor’s office! They wanted to send out the nurse practitioner for my every three month checkup the next day (the 7th). I was really taken aback by the timing but very, very grateful for it. Long story short, I was diagnosed with strep throat and it was something I had never had before so I couldn’t have known the symptoms. The nurse practitioner said a few times about how the timing of her visit was very strange and suggested it was some sort of higher power because strep throat can be rather dangerous when left untreated. She said sometimes it can turn into meningitis or scarlet fever. That caught my attention because two of my children from the 19th century died at two different times from scarlet fever and that day, December 7, was also my wedding anniversary from that lifetime.

That night, I took my first dose of antibiotics and settled into bed with trash TV in hopes of sleeping through most of the illness. You can’t imagine the pain that comes along with strep throat unless you’ve had it. I just wanted to zone out and forget the last few days and hope the antibiotics would work quickly.

As I was lying on my side looking at the TV, I felt a rather concentrated cold spot on my face. I didn’t pay it any mind at first. No rational person automatically thinks they’re having a paranormal experience when it happens. It’s the air conditioner, or it’s a draft, or someone walking by. Your mind just doesn’t say “GHOST!” with such a minor experience. But a couple of minutes later, the cold spot came back and it seemed to press harder on my face. Not only that but I noticed rather unexpectedly that the cold pressure vaguely felt like the shape of a hand on my cheek. I didn’t move because it has happened a couple of times in the past but my rational mind still likes to say it’s nothing. Being very still eliminated the possibility that it was me creating my own cool air flow as I moved. Neither the heat nor the air were running and all of the doors and windows were closed. Also, there was no cold air blowing around or pressed to any other part of my body. On the contrary, the rest of me was rather hot.

The rational causes checked off in my mind, so I decided to see if I could get whatever it was to respond to commands. Deep down, I knew who it was and why, but I still try to keep my wits about me. I made a request that if it was who I thought it was to touch my cheek. There was no delay. Instantly, a centralized spot of cold pressure came to my cheek. So then I requested to be touched on the lips since that was a significant distance from the cheek. The cold left my cheek right away and moved to my lips, just as I had requested. I made a few other requests like my forehead and each request was honored straightaway. I then felt a weight settle behind me after I stopped asking for requests. There was no cat or dog in bed with me either, which was odd in itself, because they always sleep wrapped around my legs.

I knew who it was. It was the one to whom I had once been married quite a long time ago. As I thought about the fact that it was the wedding anniversary of our marriage at that time, it occurred to me that my medical attention earlier in the afternoon had been influenced by him or some other higher force, just as my nurse practitioner had suggested more than once. I thought of the way she casually mentioned that me not being treated for strep throat could have become dangerous soon. Coupled with his visit later that night – the night of the anniversary – I slowly accepted that I was still being watched over. The way I was touched in itself was significant because during the 19th century, I suffered from from migraines, anxiety, and eye problems (I still do on all accounts), and he routinely spent time in bed touching my face and forehead the same way. These were all things that occurred to me after the fact and I felt as if I should have known.

The thing about subjective paranormal experiences is they are subjective because nobody else witnessed the events and they can’t be proven. I know for certain what happened to me but there’s no way I can prove it. I don’t have a need to prove it but it got me to thinking about subjective and objective paranormal experiences. I don’t really think there is such a thing as a truly objective experience unless a ghost streaked a room full of scientists or something. Aren’t all experiences subjective on some level? If they were objective, wouldn’t the question of whether ghosts exist be answered once and for all already? I can’t rightly say but my mind thought in circles for hours on it.

True, some could argue that my experience was brought on by my illness. I have in fact been battling a high fever on and off for days. However, I have had a similar experience of being touched and the touch following directions a few times before without the benefit of fever. I don’t believe drafts, air conditioning units, or heating units are capable of following directions to very concentrated and specific parts of my body. My own skepticism is satisfied, especially given the date significance and the illness involved as well as the odd timing of accidental medical treatment. One coincidence may pass unnoticed but when they pile on top of each other in such a short period, one has to sit up and take notice.

Personally, I’m grateful that he still watches over me. Anyone who has lost loved ones should remember that they are still watched over in some way. Take comfort in it. You don’t need to prove it to anyone.

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