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| Essie (Ace) |
Several weeks after my birthday celebration, my granddaughter Eliyah asked me to take her for a swim at our pool... After Al's passing, Karen asked Essie (his devoted care taker) if he would stay in order to keep me company:X"So my Mom wouldn't be all by herself in such a big house"x... He gladly agreed! During his stay with us, Essie became a part of our family, this time however he was not at home and in spite of Ellie's protests, I insisted that We wait for the swimming, until he comes back X We should always have someone near by' when we go to swim!"X Explained the reason why... After Essie returned, the two of us got out of the pool and began to walk up the stairs, in order to change our wet bathing suit; when I slipped and began X tumbling down... Even though I did not break any limb before; the sharp pain in my left leg told me it was broken! I called for Essie, who came running, instructed him to phone Karen and Greg (Karen's patienter) and call an Ambulance... My pain told me it was not just a simple fall... It was all taking place on December 7th, when the horrifying Murder (rather slaughter) of young Israelis vacationers,who were peacefully sleeping, after celebrating an evening of singing and dancing, on their yearly vacation...
During the commotion, my poor Granddaughter Ellie, was sitting on the sofa crying... In spite of my terrible pain, I did my best to comfort her: "I will be all right Sweetheart, don't be so scared "I slipped and hurt my leg, not a big deal! Didn't You ever fall and hurt yourself?" I told her as calmly could ('cringing' with pain)... "But I Heard you say that you think your leg is broken!" Eliyah answered in a trembling voice."Don't worry my baby, even if it is broken, the doctor would fix it!" The ambulance took me to the 'Argent Care Clinic' and after a long (and painful) waiting, the X-Ray showed that my ankle was broken in two places...I was fitted with a Temporary Cast and instructed to stay in bed for the next two weeks, before coming back, to find out how the broken bone was mending...x "In this case you most probably, have to undergo a surgery and be fitted with a cast"...x
After returning home, I was sleeping most of the time; thanks to the powerful 'Pain Killer Medicine' the doctors prescribed... Being an active person, made it challenging and frustrating to be restricted to bed! My Spiritual Advisor Ellen said, that Humanity is about to move from the 3rd Dimension, which is our present home, to the 5th Dimension;our Spiritual Home.."Your job Shira, is to write a book to prepares people for this Highly Important up coming Event!" I was told by Ellen. However, until my accident, I did not find the time to write, since I was always busy with my family, clients and friends. It seems as if the only way, to make me sit and write the book, was to " Break a leg, in order to 'Down load me' with a New Information, regarding the upcoming big changes Humanity is about to go through
In spite of my optimism and sense of humor, I was having doubts, regarding my"New Job" which seems to be 'Preparing People', for the up coming journey, to the 5th Dimension... In the meantime, I was 'Restricted to Bed'; experiencing a new and unfamiliar emotion, of feeling sorry for myself... I read a lot, wrote in my blog, watched TV and was glad to see my friends and family members, who came to visit... My "Playful Inner Child", was handing my visitors, crayons and markers, to 'decorating my Cast' a request to which they enthusiastically agreed! It was amusing, to watch the 'childish excitement' on the face of my 'grown up' friends, whose playful inner kids', were suddenly set free...It seemed as if a door opened up, so they could go back in time, to the care free days of childhood, when there was nothing as exciting, as drawing on A Cast, which covered a broken leg...
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Two weeks later, the doctor called to informed me, that the Bone was not mending... A Surgery would be necessary after all and I have to go back to Cedars Sinai... While in the hospital, I befriended a few of the medical staff and was sharing with them the information about "Oneness Consciousness and Unconditional Love"...My new friends were nodding their heads hesitantly; probably wondering why I was not 'locked up' in the Psychiatric Word... A handful of people (mostly from the Cleaning Crew) who were fascinated, by my Theories of the 'After Life'; asked for my phone number, so they could come for Hypnosis X Sessions...Back home I was lying in bed, using Al's old Wheel Chair to move around and feeling sorry for myself; an emotion, which was foreign to me... Even though, I was an avid reader, I found myself unable to concentrate; trying to find the right position for my Broken Leg, which was now, in heavy cast... I was restless and irritable, which was not at all like me, and was spending most of my time in bed; watching Television and programs I usually don't look at...
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On the morning of October 8th, I woke up early, feeling sorry for myself, after restlessly turning around in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position ,for my broken leg; I turned on the television, which during these long weeks of isolation became my 'Life Line', to the outside world and was alarmed and shocked to learn about the Horrific Massacre, which took place at the Nova Festival in Israel, where women, men and children,were brutally attacked, raped or killed, then taken hostage to the Tunnels of Gaza...
I began to call my family and friends in Israel, to find out, how they were all doing... It seems as if everyone was in a state of shock! As the days passed on, more terrifying information began to arrive describing the Brutality and Torture, the kidnapped Israelis, were experiencing, at the hands of "Hamas Terror Organization"... During the first three months after my surgery, when I was practically bed ridden my life lines, besides the telephone, included the American and Israeli television News Stations. In spite of my usual optimism, I was experiencing moments of deep sadness, unfamiliar loneliness and feelings of loss and depression, trying my best, not to sink into Melancholy and Self pity...
Many years ago, my mother told me, that "Turning Old is not a Picnic"... When Karen was a baby Al and I used to fly to Florida, to visit his 'Widowed Father', as well as several aunts and uncles from New Jersey, who moved to Miami after retirement; in order to escape the cold and freezing winters of New Jersey... I was deeply touched by the joy and excitement, they all welcomed us and the Love they showered on our baby Karen... Their Loneliness and longing for their grandchildren in New Jersey, used to break my heart... Now, after experiencing the loss of my own grandparents, parents, relatives, good friends and my husband; I was wondering, if during the time I become their age; it would be my turn to go through the same Loneliness and Isolation...
In order to shake away these gloomy thoughts, I would tell myself, the Magic Words:"Delete, Delete" and used the power of Positive thinking, as well as my Creative Imagination and Visualization, to chase these thoughts away... However, lying alone in bed and looking at the cast on my broken leg, did not do much, to encourage my 'Positive Thinker' to show up... What did help, was spending time with my tiny family of three; Karen, Greg and my sweet Granddaughter Eliyah:"The love of my life!"..."Talking to some of my 'few friends' in the hospital, was very depressing; some were having a problem with their hearing and others, seemed to be suffering from different degrees of Dementia...I decided to go back to start using again the 'Transcendental Meditation', I learned years before, at the 'Center of Actualization I also allowed myself to shed a few tears ,when I was feeling sorry for myself; which was not very often
Several mouths would pass, before the cast was removed and I was able to walk again... Meantime I was mostly in bed, watching on T.V, the war in Israel, which was raging for months, as the hostages were held in the underground tuneless of Gaza... Israel seemed to be torn apart politically; many in the south of the country, were getting killed and wounded and others, were evacuated to the center of Israel...It seemed as if the whole world has been going Mad and the old, peaceful way of life we experienced until now, will never come back... The few friends in my age group (81) were having all kinds of health issues Hearing Walking, losing their memory, getting in and out of hospitals and at one point forgetting who I was...
Our familiar way of life, seemed to have changed forever! Waves of Antisemitism, were spreading in the U.S, Europe and other parts of the world... Violent Demonstrations and Political Disagreements were taking place, almost on a daily basis... On the T.V. screen, we could watch the violence and chaos in High schools and Universities... Dark rumors about an up coming Third World War, were spreading around like black clouds, pushed forward by the winds of Hatred... I kept on reminding myself, that not "All is Bad;"... life seems to go on after all... Kids are busy with their games and Spring seems to be on it's way ready to paint over the 'Grayness' of winter and colorful flowers and trees, were wearing proudly wearing their New Green Leaves.... X" What is going to be with my poor little Israel?"X I was unable to stop watching the news, on the American and Israeli channels, which were covering the war in Gaza,and was worried about the kidnapped Israelis in Gaza; trying to keep in touch with my family members and the few close friends I still had in my beloved small little and vulnerable country; Israel...
Even though I am not Religious, I often close my eyes and prey for Peace... Reminding myself that Hope is stronger then Fear, Laughter wipes away Tears, Joy is greater then Sadness and Love overcomes Hate! It was not always easy, to be convinced...The recovery of my Broken Leg was taking a long time what about my Broken Heart? And feeling of guilt, for living in comfort and safety, in the U.S, while in Israel, the people I love, are exposed to daily dangerous......A year later, with the war in Israel still raging we celebrated my Granddaughter's Eliyah, seventh Birthday! "You know Savta" Eliyah said to me; "Six years old is still young, but Seven"... "Wait until you turn eighty one!" I said pointing at myself... My "Ellie" burst into a loud laughter and gave me a big hug...
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