When celebrities do something out of the ordinary, or die young, I am always curious to look at their numerology chart.  Of course, I am reading in events tha I already know about, but I feel I can always learn something about how the numbers express themselves through people.

In the case of Anna Nicole Smith, known as a TV personality and Internet celebrity, I took a look at her birth chart with her original name Vicky Lynn Hogan, born Nov. 28, 1967.

Her birthdate adds up to an 8--the number that usually seeks material success and goes for power.  To give even more strength to the material drive, her name Vicky Lynn Hogan gave her a 9 destiny--to seek wealth and reach a world-wide audience if possible.  Her 9 also was a chance to do humanitarian work.  Her original name also had another feature called "The Line of Fame" something that she did actualize in this lifetime.

 Her heart's desire # was a 3--to communicate, express her ideas, be social, fun and spontaneous--not too serious.  Her original habit challenge (a kind of daily lesson in staying balanced) was the 14/5--a karmic number that often deals with addictions, rebellion, and physical stress--and a need to be different. 

Her numerological influences since November 2005 have been the same # 5--a rather unstable time creating lots of unexpected change.  She also died in February which is a 5 Personal Month, so it is curious that so many 5's created such change in her life during the last two years, from the birth of her daughter, the death of her son, and her own passing.  

 When Vicky Lynn took the name Anna Nicole Smith, her Destiny changed from the 9 (although I believe that our original destiny is always at work) to the Karmic number 13/4  which is traditionally described at the Death, Rebirth, and Transformation number. 

More to ponder.

It's been very interesting going back through my diaries from 1969--1981.  I enjoyed using the piece I found about my working as a cook for Mrs. D. for this month's column. 

Other entries are like verbal snapshots when I lived in the farmhouse in Sonoma County.  Always trying to figure out my relationship with Roy--teaching Sigrid to drive in our big dusty driveway where the quarry trucks passed by.  Watching the black and white cows in the front field while I painted.  Interviewing housemates to fill my extra bedroom.  It was a whole life unto itself.  Each scenario of my life seems almost like a stage set--and I was handed a script, and played it out.

Now back to work on the Japanese book about all this.  Should I try to publish it in English?   

I had fun this weekend with Sigrid and Jim, and Trevor and Chloe.  I really enjoy sitting down with the kids and letting them create stuff out of plastic glasses, cardboard, scotch tape, and feathers.  Sigrid's baby  shower for Jolene was just perfect--brunch, balloons, champagne punch, and  pink-beribboned gifts for each woman.  Jolene is having the first girl in a big family of boys.  Many beautiful friends came to shower Jolene with gifts.  It was a gorgeous sunny Southern California day and it reminded me of one of those indie/docu- movies I saw long ago where all these women came to a party and the movie was just about their conversations--was it called Eating?  Anyway, it was lovely. Sigrid always comes through for friends and family.

I'm back from England.

The regression therapy seminar by Dutch therapist and author, Hans TendDam was very exciting, and I enjoyed my few days in a 13th century stone house, a former Benedictine monaster (Charney Manor.)

The trip was arduous with the severe wind storm in Europe--I almost got blown over in the street.  It took my friend and I 5 hours to drive to the retreat center, when it normally would have been no more than 2 hours.

Does a difficult journey increase the value of the goal?

Yesterday morning, I got the direction I needed to start writing this new book on purpose, love, synchronicity, and change (so far sold only to the Japanese publisher.)

It's fun to write, and stimulated me to go to the basement and dig out old diaries and old writing from when I was 15.  Wow, I was still the same person.  At 15 I wrote, "I subscribed to Writer's Digest today.  Perhaps I'll learn something."  I hope so!  A few months later I startedg getting rejection slips for the epigrams I submitted.

I also opened up what appears to be an autobiographical novel, thinly disguised and starting in 1967, two years before my[first] divorce.  I've only read about two pages, but I had to close it up as it was too real.  It's actually seems not badly written, but where was I going with this?  It's about 200 pages, and I honestly have no recollection of writing it.  Who is this woman? 

It's been a long week with Robert very ill.  In some ways it's brought us even closer.  I'm glad he's on the mend, because I'm leaving for England this afternoon. 

I'll be taking one of Hans TenDam's seminars on past life regression therapy, and I've been studying his astonishingly in-depth book, Deep Healing.  I met Dr. TenDam in Holland, quite synchronistically. 

I had been teaching a class in Amsterdam on synchronicity (!) and flow...and it so happened that two of the students--a couple named Karel and Marjanne deVries--sat at the same lunch table as Robert and I.  Marjanne was describing her work as a past life therapist and I suddenly began to remember that I had read a great book called Exploring Reincarnation by a Dutch author, and have used it as a source book reference in a couple of my own books.  Marjanne said, "Yes, it's Hans TenDam." and Karel said, "He's our best friend.  Would you like to meet him?"  Karel whipped out his cell phone, and within 30 seconds, I was talking to Dr. TenDam.  I was totally amazed at the ease of this connection.  I had a session three days later with him, which I think I blogged about in June.  (his website is:  www.tasso.nl)

So when I saw an email notice about this seminar in England, I couldn't resist learning more about the possible types of repercussions from unresolved past lifetimes that might be the source of certain phobias, illnesses, anxieties, or hard-to-explain patterns or concerns that we might have presently.  

It seems to me that, along with the field of energetic medicine, this kind of exploration and investigation into healing the carry-over of effects from lifetime to lifetime will continue to open up the frontier of human health.

I made dinner last night for Gunther, Eliza, Anders, and Auggie. Zenobia and Tyler came over--she gave me three darling Indian dolls for my collection for my birthday next week!  Fumiko made a wonderful baked mussel appetizer, and we had chicken wings, squash, green beans, rice, and bread--with a little sweet of ladyfingers and blueberries.  I keep trying to find low carb desserts to serve in consideration of A's diabetes.  It was a really fun and warm evening.

I won't be blogging until I return next week. 

This morning I went outside to pick up the newspaper.

The last wind had scoured off the leaves of the maple tree

And now I could see the silver water drops hanging from the branches

After the rain. 

Tonight I went to yoga with Eliza.

At the end I was able to do an arm balance pose, I didn't think I had the strength for.  I sat in full lotus and then, with my arms on two blocks at my sides, I raised my whole torso and folded legs up off the floor!

What a great feeling--just a few seconds.  

Impressions

    New Year's eve day, Robert and I drove out to Pt. Reyes National Park and walked on the vast long, pristine, gray beach of North Beach.  I made a tiny few seconds of video of the surf on my Lumix digital camera.  You can't capture the roar of the surf on a small camera!  

    We made a great NY's eve dinner at home with Fumiko and her friend Joe. Grillend flank steak, tomato and basil bruschetta, olive and mushroom crostini, sourdough bread, oyster stuffing (my grandmother, Dessie Pearl Bear's, recipe) and had Trader Joes' Lava cakes (chocolate) for dessert with some sparkling wine.  Then we watched a Bollywood movie about an Indian family with girls who wanted to get married, based on Sense and Sensibility.

    New Year's day was wonderful.  We visited Zenobia and Tyler, who had invited a bunch of their neighbors.  They had food on the balcony, as the weather turned warm for the day.  It was such fun.  I talked to a great guy who is a lawyer in Oakland, and his whole mission is to help get young black kids into education--to show them the world and to excite them about trying new things.  He's very inspiring.

    Yesterday, Robert and  I went into San Francisco and spent a couple of hours at the Asian Art museum.  I listened to several demo CD's of world music--I loved the Senegalese drum music the best!  Tempted to get some Sufi music, but I have CD's that I don't listen to, so should get out the ones I already have!

    I start working with clients again today.  It's a new year!  A new list of things to do!  Places to go.   

Went for a lovely walk with Rainey.  Clear and frosty here in California.  

I'm answering all emails this morning.  Received one from MoveOn.org.  I feel compelled to post their message this morning to help us stimulate action in the US Congress to do something effective about global warming (beyond debating it forever while the ice cap drips and roars away)  I'm speaking to those of you who came to read the blog today...

Subject: Help Al Gore Send a Message to Congress

Al Gore is ready to build on the success of "An Inconvenient Truth" and start organizing to solve the climate crisis. He's working to get hundreds of thousands of messages to Congress demanding real action to stop global warming. And he's asking for our help.

Can you help out by signing the petition at the link below? If you do, Al Gore will personally deliver our comments to Congress. I just did it myself and it only takes a second.

http://pol.moveon.org/climatecrisis/

Thanks!

Yesterday I went over to the house of my oldest and dearest friend, Zenobia.  We had soup and salad for lunch with her husband, Tyler (whose daughter is Aiesha Tyler, Talk Soup host on TV).  We drew some Tarot cards and chatted about our plans for the New Year.  Zenobia always tempts me with talk of going to Morocco and visits to oases. This time she spoke of the Fez Festival of Sacred World Music next June.  She knows my favorite music is world music. Hmmm

As I sat on her couch, I could see into the tiny sunroom she had built off an unused door of her living room.  It's only about three feet wide and about seven feet long, but it has windows on two sides.  The window ledges are lined with clear glass olive oil bottles, holding rooting leaves, later to be planted. 

Two rattan chairs sit conversationally side by side. Sitting inside feels feels fresh, and the limpid light is beautiful, soothing, and inspiring.  The high shelves hold begonias in eleven green pots.  The blooms are pink.  As we talked of Fez and sacred music, a fat bloom fell to the floor, plunk!

The sun room holds heat during the day and helps warm the house. It has an environmental impact.  It has an emotional and esthetic impact.  It's only 3 feet by 7 feet.

Later we took the train into San Francisco to visit Zenobia's step daughter Rema, and her child, Ivy--almost-two. We met her husband, Jason, at Colibri (the wonderful Mexican restaurant that my friend Karla Nagel's friends own),  Jason is attending a world conference on the environment.  He is meeting scientists who work in Greenland, and his job is to supply the scientific research stations.  Al Gore is going to speak tomorrow. 

Robert and I had watched the video (my second time to see the movie) an Inconvenient Truth by Al Gore.  It's so compelling.   Robert and I love watching the Discovery Channel.  Last weekend we saw a sperm whale, lost and trying to find a way out of the melting undersea tunnels from the melting icecap in order to breathe oxygen.  We have seen the scientists extracting ice core samples.  "You can see in the ice core samples the exact year, that we passed the Clean Air act," I told Jason at dinner.  He didn't seem that impressed with my layman's report.

Monday morning showers.  A walk with Robert--almost 4 miles.  We had left over potato soup with chard and garlic sausages for lunch.  Gunther and Eliza and Anders and Auggie came over for supper last night, so it was warm and cozy at my house (I had on my samll gas fireplace as the weather has turned the inside of our houses very cold.)

The day before Thanksgiving, both Gunther and Sigrid had called me to ask me how I made  turkey dressing.  That was a wonderful high point for me--to have both of my kids call for advice!  This year was a little different as Jim and Sigrid, Trevor and Chloe had dinner with his mom, Gina (who just moved out here this summer from Detroit.)  Then they went camping with a group of friends they know from Jim's old coffeeshop hangout, Jennifer's in Studio City.  They all went to Canyon Country in Santa Barbara.

So we had G & E, A & A, their friends Marion and Stephen and their two little ones, Claire and Luke (they were the friends who spent six months doing research in India this year).  Of course we had Fumiko and Robert.  We baked gingerbread men for the kids to decorate before dinner to keep them amused, but they all played very well.

 A very satisfying day.  And now back to work this week.  I want to do some writing!