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Well, on many fronts it's been an interesting two weeks since I wrote my last blog. I reached my main destination, Tempe, and then the journey back was just as exciting. The most important announcement that I need to make to the BTD community was: I am a SECRETOR!
Whoa, how did this happen? Well, the intuitive voice inside me has said for the last two years that perhaps that saliva test in 2002 yielded a false result. Perhaps the day I put it in the mailbox it was too hot or took too long to get to the lab...who knows? All I know is that it's time to say goodbye to tomatoes, capsicums, duck, lamb, and all the other goodies I've taken advantage of eating when I thought I was a nonnie. Oh well......thiis is probably better in the long run for me! I always did seem to feel a little better with more tofu and less meat even though my gut doesn't always agree with soy. Well, needless to say, I am enjoying wheat again with less guilt now (though trying not to make this bread binge a habit, haha).
It's very humbling to see my name posted on the Master list. I feel like I still have so much to learn and master, but right now I'm going to follow the advice of my favorite bumper sticker: Think globally, act locally. Starting with family, friends, co-workers, and pharmacy patients I'll be able to use this knowledge to make people more aware of their health and how to get them to work with the genes they've got and be the best O or A or B that they can be. More on this later...there is something I have to get off my chest that I've been dying to blog about for days!
Probably the craziest thing happened to me was in Las Vegas, New Mexico, on the evening of Monday the 18th. You see, I should have just stopped in Santa Fe that night to sleep, but I chose not to get off on that pinnacle exit on I-25, determined to make it to Denver in a timely manner the next day. I found a Days Inn at about 1:30 am and checked into room 107 to get some zzzzs. I was so tired that I bascially just dove into bed with the clothes I had been wearing earlier. I was lying on my back and within fifteen minutes of falling asleep I opened my eyes and saw a man coming at me. I SCREAMED a horror movie scream and poof! in an instant the lifelike image was gone. Suddenly I felt very stupid for screaming, hoping I didn't wake up any neighbor patrons of the hotel that night. This is not the first time I've seen these dreamlike hallucinations within the first hour of falling asleep. Since age 18, I have seen all sorts of images fly over my head, toward me; some of these occurred when I took melatonin, especially in my earlier years. There is a German word for this phenomenon but I cannot remember what it is. All I know is that this time, I was not on melatonin, and this time I didn't see aliens or spiders or any other blob figures, but instead a man, most likely white, normal weight, past middle age, and he was adamant on haunting me out of my sleep.
After lying there alone in the hotel room for a few minutes, I noticed that in my peripheral vision there were all sorts of undulating shadows. Was it my brain or were there spirits in the room? I rolled over to my right side, almost in the fetal position and said a short little meditation to this ghost: "I acknowledge you and don't know what you want, but I'm just here for one night to get some sleep. Please let me sleep."
The next morning I woke up and started to walk out of the hotel room to check out. I noticed the whole place looked like a nursing home. The sinks were outside the bathroom, the walls were cold and concrete and the hallways were wide. As I went down the hall, I noticed three Hispanic girls in the housekeeping room. I asked them if this place used to be a nursing home. They said they weren't sure, but simply replied, "But this hotel is haunted."
I ran into their room, "I SAW A GHOST LAST NIGHT!" I described what he looked like and they in turn had analogies about different times they have been cleaning and doors shut behind them or locks get activated or what not. They were all in unison to confirm that there is some entity lurking the halls.
I then went to the front desk to check out. I said to the man (who was the same man who checked me in 10 hours ago), "I saw a ghost last night!"
He non-chalantly replied, "Oh yeah, I've seen him, too." And went on to explain how he'll see him on the security cameras in his peripheral vision and other personal analogies that validate the hypothesis that a spirit inhabits the building. I asked him if this was a nursing home before it was a hotel. He said he didn't know, but seven or eight years ago, in the pool next door to the lobby, a guy died in the hot tub!!!!
Another Oh...My...God... moment for Erika Klus.
Immediately, I was on the phone with friends and family with "Holy S>>> I saw a ghost last night!" When I finally got to my mom within the next two days she said, "Are you sure there wasn't someone in the room with you?" (She watches WAY too much CSI and it's rotting her already paranoid brain.)
Aaron wants to go back there with me someday and see if the ghost likes Boo-Berry cereal (made by the same folks who supply Count Chocula). Do they even make that stuff anymore? I haven't been into a regular supermarket (vs. HFS/co-ops) unless against my health nut will in years.
Well, when I got to a working computer in Omaha a few days later, I could not find anything specific about this hotel (probably not the best PR for a hotel to have anyway). But my mom went on google and found all sorts of ghost sightings in this town of Las Vegas, New Mexico after my first attempt failed. Now my family thinks I'm a little less crazy. Not that I care, because, hey, would I be drivng to Tempe, AZ, for a conference with course material that allopathic medicine has not YET embraced with open arms if I cared about being seen as normal? Hmmm...probably not.
Since I've been looking into real estate lately, this is a whole new consideration to take into account when buying my first home. It's too bad the inspectors won't be able to report ghost sightings though, haha. This will probably not be the last time I see a ghost. But I do believe that the experiences I encountered at the conference (synchronized brains, rhythms, spirits, etc.) had something to do with my ability to experience this strange paranormal phenomenon. No, I promise you, peyote was not a part of this mind-opening weekend, despite being in the desert (sorry to disappoint you).
OK, that's enough for now. Stay tuned for new entries, more details of befores, durings, and afters of the conference are sure to come. Tori Amos and U2 concerts as well as visiting my alma mater in Omaha are blogs in the pipeline of my mind's eye.