La Fenice

La Fenice

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_(mythology)




Ancient Greek - mythical sacred firebird
500 to 1000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again. The new phoenix is destined to live as long as its old self…The Phoenix's ability to be reborn from its own ashes implies that it is immortal…



La Fenice, Phoenix Who Rose By The Ashes; I was stabbed 42x -
in coma for two months - knife eye/brain - hero who saved my life begged God: take 20 years of his life and give them to me.

I had multi metaphysical experiences…most dramatic was seeing the universe pulsating; hearing transcended mother’s voice calling me: …
said one word: Names. I was well known among family/friends for `prayer walks’ blessing family, friends, neighbors, associates, universal kith & kin by individual and generic name.

I believe God answered his prayer and those of family, friends, community so that I could continue and increase, adding accelerated profession of prayer warrior to A Renaissance Creator.

My two favorite spiritual role models are: Mother Teresa, Vincent de Paul. When I was little, I fantasized about having a homeless shelter for children. Responding to `ask what YOU can do for your country’ - in 1968, the birth of my daughter, I informally founded a nonprofit: Association Renaissance Creators - one person, big name, big heart. We `are all in association with each other in a renaissance new creative way‘.

I wanted to see what I could do without government or grant funding as a solo - just one person doing whatever possible to care/share as able.

For two decades primary focus was little ones, complimentary educational public seminars. In 1990 switched to big ones: the homeless. My adult children and unique volunteer who became co-director assisted.

2005 opportunity arose to go to East Coast, buy new refuge in one state with a focus on homeless veterans; co-director would go to his home state - lease another home; adult children would continue CA outreach in ARC trust home.

Monies were borrowed; two young man hired to help drive one Penske truck; we did the other. My 1986 Honda Prelude was donated.
I would have no vehicle; goal was co-director to visit every three months. We arrived to open up on my favorite symbolic `holy’ days: November ½ All Saints/All Souls Days. My truck was unloaded; bought airline tickets for young men to return; co-director went to MD; and I began massive action networking by phone, inviting public representatives to see the home.

Co-director returned mid December; home was decorated for Christmas. Under tree was a present for daughter who was due for visit…pepper spray protection. Three men were referred. I thought all of them including co-director were outside. I heard something in the kitchen; went to check from my bedroom.

There he was…knives in hands…grinning/taunting/slashing and slashing. He looked like that picture of Manson. I was in such shock. I couldn’t scream. I was calling for help knowing no one could hear me. He herded me into my room. I ran for my cell phone; he was right there stabbing at me - my arms were up trying to protect me. He stabbed me down. The last knife wound I remember was into my right eye - torturous pain and the surprised exclaiming thought: I’m going to die.

I came out of coma two months later to learn that first night I was not expected to live; they were going to amputate arms. Hero sent them back into operating room, telling them he prayed God to take 20 years from him and give them to me; they had to save Sicilian hands/arms that I spoke with and wrote.

I learned the men had all been outside. He followed peer in the house to upstairs bedroom where he proceeded to stab him. He managed to get away and go out upstairs window, heard him after me; screamed for help. The director ran to my aid; saved my life. He is serving fifteen years for two counts of attempted murder; told authorities his father was Satan. Daily, I pray for him; that he reclaims his soul.

We lost everything - went from micro solvency to over $300K in debt; we both became homeless. No parent wants to depend upon their children; but mine stepped up to the plate: take turns sheltering me. My son/daughter-in-law, grandchildren are in the High Desert. My daughter was in luxury single apartment complex with all the deluxe amenities - bought Lakewood home so I could have a bedroom - be walking distance to my favorite places: church, park, library. My hero lives with his brother in MD. He has been hardly surviving, existing on temping agencies with minimal work; but just recently had miracle blessing - rehired with company he worked for two decades ago.

I am 70 on April 17th but because of donated 20 years symbolically assuming 50 to continue regenerating and renewing with self/nonprofit. Initially family was told to line up in-home care and/or convalescent hospital. Recovery hard - initially averaged three times a year hospitalized but 2010 only once; and improving daily in every way.

For past five years of recovery, I haven’t been in front of podium. Initially face lopsided; could hardly understand me. In/out hospitals three times annually, but 2010 only once. I prayed: was I ready/able? Voila. AARP Toastmasters guided. They are my spiritual Godparents - baptizing me into the exciting world again of publicly caring/sharing.

My day starts with bended knee at 3:00 a.m.; prayers begin; writing on book describing all; out the door at 5:00 a.m. for mile plus walk to 6 a.m. mass - walk back; breakfast - walk the dogs and cat - more prayers; shower, fifteen minute psycho-cybernetic visual meditation; more computer work; another half-hour dog prayer walk - and they continue throughout the day.
My day ends with bended knee usually by 7:00 p.m. except for Tuesday/Wednesday. I prayed fervently in 2010 for more social intelligence and music/dancing - was sorely missing in life. Lakewood DASH drives me free during week, but couldn’t find group; then saw AARP Toastmasters listed in paper - Merry Little Christmas - January 6 - yeah, what a gift!!! Then a beautiful neighbor who is advanced square dancer drives me to beginning class on Tuesday; my daughter and I share a beginner’s folk dance on Wednesday. Need to do two day naps to make it, but I am so, so enjoying this. I swear to you…everyone welcome…melting `dance’ of America…great fun, great people, great exercise, great down right homespun kick up your heels - good feeling joy. Music is the prayer your heart sings.

Goals now are to gain in strength, expand on community service complimentary presentations, free email mentoring as able to: AssociationRenaissanceCreators@yahoo.com, finish book and other writings, continue ARC’s micro outreach, eliminate personal/ARC debt, reclaim previous sterling credit name, learn how to adopt professional free educational website: nonprofit immortal legacy for universal kith and kin.

I’ve asked God for three months off after He calls me the next time; praying for 911 day job; so please remember my name, call me; weekends tour guide…first stop Mother Teresa, Saint Vincent de Paul.

Thank you; God Bless You Toastmasters/each and every one, especially my AARP spiritual Godparents. You are all in my daily prayers+