waiting for a sign

It is true. I am waiting for a sign. I know it is too early. It has just been a week after all. And I could have, should have gone to see her before she passed. But I’d convinced myself that she was going to get better. And I did not want to see her sick. I hoped and prayed and yet, somehow in the recesses I knew. She was going, going, gone.

To me, she was always the very dictionary or encyclopedia meaning of healthy. Alive. Laughing. Joyful. I could not bring myself to imagine her deathly ill, a skeleton, in a hospital room. That smell of sickness, drugs, chemicals and lingering odors of those who have passed hanging around the hallways.

I could not bear it. I wanted to keep her memory alive and fresh and juicy with life. And not ruin it with the ugliness of sickness.

Of course, when my father passed, i knew it was time for his demise, too. And I had convinced myself that he was still with us even when i went to see him early that morning. I had prayed for him all night. And was sure that he would be there in the morning. A healing miracle would happen.

When i went back to his bedroom though, one look at his blue tinged face, i realized that the father that i knew and loved was gone. He was no longer in that body. His spirit and soul or essence had left the building.

A few years later, or maybe a few months, it is a blur, we visited a temple in India, near Calcutta. And Johannes, who is also now no longer on this earthly plane, insisted that we watch the holy men’s ritual of killing the goats. I am squeamish and did not want to watch as they swung their axes. So i turned away at that moment.

What struck me afterwards was the head of the goats on the fence. They were pieces of meat, ripe with the stillness and emptiness of death. No longer alive. They reminded me of how my father looked when he was no longer there. I wept at the memory. And deeply felt the loss.

How do you go on without someone so crucial and important to your life? The person who introduced you to your Spirituality, Your Higher Self, God, Goddess, All That is ? You want to call them up and talk to them on the phone. A song, a smell, or a word brings back a memory of how you held hands and walked around the neighborhood or the beach.

With Rannette, how she called me Pretty Lady, got me to do things I had no idea that I could do. How she laughed that amazingly melodiously lyrical sound. It was music like a river flowing out of her mouth and throat. And those eyes filled with the most love I’ve ever known from any human being.



Even when she told me harsh truths. And when I ran away and did not want to listen to her, i knew deep in my soul that she loved me. It was palpable and throbbed like a beating heart. She once gave me a double rainbow for my birthday.

How do you go on in life knowing that you cannot talk to her the same way again. Oh yes, I have had numerous encounters with those who have passed. Furry ones, my cat Abundance came to me in a dream purring on my belly as he did in life. My dad brought me an umbrella as a symbol of safety and security and protection at a very difficult time in my life.



If my Aunt Leona could muster calling my name out loud, audible as I was coming home from work, a couple of weeks after she passed, then surely Rannette, masterful magician that she is, can conjure up a miracle or two or three from the beyond.

Right before she passed, i had a dream where i kissed Rannette on the cheek. I’d never have the audacity to do that in real life. But then, she kept hugging me the last time that I saw her on my birthday. She was not that kind of touchy feely person. At least not with me. And yet, that night, she drew me near to her over and over again. And i felt her in my heart, experienced her big heart energy flowing into mine in a way that is hard to explain. I’ve never felt the kind of love she gave to me so freely.

I saw it in her eyes, heard it in her laughter, and felt it whenever she spoke. No matter what she said. There were a few times that were special, intimate, when she let me sleep beside her. For comfort. As one does for a child who is afraid of the dark. One night before I was to fly home to the USA from Germany. She knew how much I was afraid of flying.

When I met her, I was a terrified 25 year old who had a mentally ill mother who rejected and abused me. I had aunts who loved me, yes. And it was not the same, not even on the same planet, in the depth, breadth, and scope of Rannette’s powerful heart beating madly out of your chest love.

She just knew what to say, how to say it and how to look at me with those wisdom filled blue green gray eyes that touched the core, the essence of who i am. Every time. She just knew. And she sprinkled her love upon me like confetti. Whenever i needed a boost. She sent me light and healing energy. And i felt instantly surrounded by her presence.

No one had ever talked to me the way she did. No one ever loved me like she did. No one else called me Pretty Lady. No one else told me that I was too magical. No one else filled me up buoyant with hope and inspiration until i was floating up up and away on clouds dreaming BIG dreams.

One of my visions and dreams was to someday live at or on the beach. I did a meditation about it, casting the dream out to the earth, wind, water, and fire. I forgot about this and a few years later, as I was driving along the coast to my new home on Bodega Bay where i would live for a year, across from the beach, in someone else’s home, i remembered that meditation.

She knew how to tell me things that i did not want to hear. One coaching session, she played Helen Palmer’s Enneagram tape of the Number Four (my type). And she kept stopping the tape and sharing with me how uproariously she giggled when she heard that or that or that. It described me in such a way that she wise woman, sage and mentor, had never imagined in her guts. She was truly rolling on the floor laughing.

And one poignant moment, she looked me directly into my eyes, her eyes glistening with tears, she apologized to me. She was extremely sorry for something private that I will not say. No one has ever apologized to me like that.

Rannette Nicholas loved people and places and things in a way that was unique and special to each person. She knew you. She looked right into your heart and soul and scooped up your wildest dreams. And encouraged you to go for them.

Not long after i met her in 1975, she gave me an assignment. She used to give everyone such tasks. Impossible crazy things to do. Mine was to work for her for a week or ten days. Without pay. We called it assisting. And she guaranteed me that at the end of the time, i would have a job. A job that would pay me cash, money, a paycheck.

How could that be i wondered at the time. We discussed it. Mostly, i balked and she laughed to discourage my fears. What did i have to lose? I had no job and no prospects either. I no longer wanted to be a secretary. I had walked away from the safety and security of working for the City of Los Angeles. I wanted to find my life’s work. And I had worked for a week or two for an abortion clinic. That was not it. And i had tried this and that. And now, i was confronted with the idea of working with this mad in a wonderful way woman without pay. Crazy, huh.

Still, I decided to go for it. And it was the most fun i had ever had working. She gave me the task of being in charge of the tape recorder of her first Successful Living weekend workshop, a two day event. I sat captivated at the back of the room, watching how the participants were transformed by the seemingly simple communication exercises and silly jumping jacks and other antics.

“The Duke of Cumberland. He had 10,000 men. He marched them up to the top of the hill and he marched them down again. And when they were UP they were UP (Everyone stood up). And when they were DOWN they were DOWN (everyone sat down). And when they were only Halfway UP, they were neither Up nor Down.” (calisthentics of being half way up and down).

One man looked like a bull dog. He had an extremely angry face. A mad face. And by the end of that weekend, his face had softened and he looked radiant, like a newborn infant.

At the time, i had been in therapy but i had never experienced such results and joy in group or individual therapy. I knew by the end of that weekend, that THIS was my Life’s Work. That I wanted to work with this woman forever. At the end of my assignment, she actually offered me a job as her secretary. Whether she had intended to do that when she gave me the assignment, i do not know. We never discussed it. But I got paid a small stipend. And she had me writing for her company newspaper, taught me how to lead seminars and workshops, and eventually had me travel around the world, go to John Robert Powers modeling school, complete college (finally), co-write seminars and workshops, do public relations for her businesses, do coaching and so much more. For 40 years of my life.

She taught us how to Direct Our Intention and utilized several exercises that I shared with her in the experience (giving me full credit). One was called the Nametag Exchange. It was based upon a powerful exercise I had done in therapy, when my therapist had taken on my mannerisms and acted like me, saying the things I would say. During the experience, people would act out the other person’s pretend self. The one that they showed to the world. Not their Real Self. And people were astonished, wept, and their lives were changed just by being seen in such a way. No one before in their lives had ever mimicked them. Not in a mean way. But in a way that they could see how their Fake Self did not serve them. They were SEEN. No longer invisible. And the gig was UP.

And every week, month and year, when I write down and collage my Intentions, I will think of how Rannette encouraged and supported me to get what I want, my preferences and dreams. And sometimes beyond what I wanted for myself or could even possibly imagine. She wanted more for me at times than I did for myself.

One time, i wrote out a bunch of travel and other dreams that i wanted to embark upon. I wrote and put the papers away. A year or two later, i found the papers and realized that they had all come true. I had wanted to travel on the east coast. I was living in Florida at the time, completing college. And i had decided during one hiatus that i would travel by train and escape the heat. I changed my itinerary numerous times. Too many times. And yet, when I reviewed what i had written a few years later, I had visited the places that I had wrote about and in the exact order i wrote about them. Weird, huh. But that was how magical it was to be around Rannette and do the things she suggested.

And now, i will no longer lead seminars and workshops with Rannette on this earthly plane again. it was all that i had hoped for the last many years.  The rebirth of Earthplay, the organization she founded, renamed and offered her workshops and seminars, the SLS experience, through. Her workshops became popular and flourished in Germany and Los Angeles. In 1975, she had christened her business the Daniels Institute of Successful Living, paying homage to her father, Dr. Ranald Daniels, who had taught her all about seminars from the time she was 4 years old.

Ranald had one of the largest motivation institutes in Southern California in the 1950’s. He also was a friend of Ernest Holmes, founder of the Church of Religious Science, and in the 1950’s they, and a couple others, had weekly luncheon get togethers. He also did a radio show and interviewed folks like Think and Grow Rich author Napoleon Hill and Dale Carnegie.

Rannette created her own creative and power filled, life changing, and evolving of consciousness work: the experience and The Completion Process™.  The Completion Process™ is a complex integration, an intricate, healing, and empowering method of transformation and transcendence.

She trained me and others to become Experience Leaders and we designed and led workshops and seminars such as The Family Experience, The Money Experience, and The Process, as well as dozens of seminars and series such as Freedom Eating, Relationship Realities, and one day and weekend workshops such as Assertiveness and Anger.

Later, in the 1980’s, Rannette and her husband Dafydd, founded OIM (Obedience Intercessory Ministry), an educational, interfaith, interdenominational, international, intercessory prayer ministry. Numerous people from different countries (America, England, France, Germany, Israel and others) traveled around the world and participated in various projects such as The Holocaust Journey and the India / Thailand / Bangladesh project.

The Holocaust Journey:  In March and April, 1986, over a six week period, eleven members of OIM, including  two German families, two Jewish women, and Dietrich courageously rented a VW bus and visited 21 Concentration Camps, amongst them:

Dachau, Hamburg, Buchenwald, Ravensbrueck, Auschwitz, Birkenau, Treblinka, Majdanek, Lublin, Belsec, Sobibor.

They worked with healing and forgiveness energies and forces, and interceded for the healing and freeing of the land, for the souls, for the shocking inhumanity to all concerned.

During the years, 1983 to 1990 it was a time of Service and Exploring the complexities and wonders of today’s religious institutions.  As we traveled from church and temple to mosque, community to community, throughout North America, Europe, the Middle East including Israel and Egypt, and on around the world, we spread hope, understanding, kindness, tolerance, and wisdom.

In 1990, Rannette designed and developed the Forgiveness, Prayer, and Praise Workshop which was given in churches of many denominations in over 30 cities in North America. We even gave one in Bangkok, Thailand. Johannes did not want to do it. But he said he would pray about it and he did. The next day he registered an entire church and their pastor for it.

The foundation of OIM, intercession is respect for each individual and their chosen and personal relationship to the Divine, however, whatever that is or isn’t.  Whatever name each gives it.

To pray and meditate for the highest and greatest good of a person, a family, a church/temple/mosque, a community, a nation, and the world. With harm to none.

Individually and collectively, we explored The Crisis of Dignity.  The Crisis of Character.  The Crisis of Vision.  The Crisis of Vitality.

Often those who participated with OIM stopped, paused, to not be drawn into the drama, the tragedy, the situation, but to seek a higher ground for a pressing or vital issue of the times, be it health, a passing, war, abuse, a weather or earth issue such as the Berlin Wall coming down peacefully in 1989;  the June, 1991 Mount Pinatubo eruption in the Philippines; the August, 1991 coup in the USSR that ended with virtually no bloodshed; the AIDS crisis; peace in the Middle East; the 9/11 Twin Towers attack;  the undeclared war in Iraq; the Tsunami of 2004; Hurricane Katrina in 2005; the revolt in Burma in 2007.

Rannette Eva Nicholas met with gurus, best selling authors and zen masters around the world and was committed to healing her own internal wounds. She told me once that whenever she was shown intuitively by her guides something most people would consider awful, horrible, sinful or dark, she would fill with bubbling excitement because she would have the opportunity to heal whatever she was shown. When most people are confronted by their dark side often called the Shadow in metaphysical circles, they cringe, are filled with guilt, dread, shame or regret but not Rannette. She would Go For It. And dig deeper and deeper and process internally until she felt cleansed and the healing was complete. Even if it took years to do.

The gusto and zeal to which she devoted herself to the Light was epic. I could not imagine another human being who was more committed to healing herself and supporting others to heal themselves. Her intention was to Serve Herself and Others.

And indeed she did, for all of the time she lived here on earth.

So tell me, Rannette, how am I supposed to Live without you?  Set free of the pain and suffering of this lifetime, I know you are soaring to new heights over there. And i long to feel your wings surrounding me again. I imagine you will send me a sign or two eventually. Am trying to be patient and i want to scream out. Hurry Hurry Hurry.

Not to be greedy, I know that you have other loved ones ahead of me to serve, your husband and children, grandchildren and dear ones i know and those i do not. Still, i know i have a place in there somewhere, where you and i can walk the beach, marvel at rainbows and hug trees together. Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

“Life is Eternal, Love is Immortal and Death is Only a Horizon,” Carly Simon.

Please feel free to share, donate, pray and/or support her family (link below), thanks.


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Birth of a New Year

Well, it has been an incredibly challenging year, to say the least.


And yesterday, I found out that this woman I’ve known for 40 years, who loved me relentlessly, who supported me even when I did not know or consciously want her support, who spoke truth no matter what, passed on the day after Christmas.  It snowed in Las Vegas on Christmas day and the day afterwards.


I was in Mesquite, NV and came to Vegas a few days ago. Drove to Laughlin, NV and Needles, CA yesterday.


Had a beautiful dream with Rannette Nicholas the other night. Now, I know, that we were saying goodbye to one another. I was in denial that she was passing on. And yet, I have been flooded with memories of her. Mingled with sadness and grief.  Happy that she is free of the pain and suffering and do not know how I will go on without her. And yet… I also want to honor her, pay tribute to her and all that she gave to me.


Because of Rannette Nicholas, I am a published writer, editor and PR person. She believed in me, valued me, and uplifted me and always supported my highest good in ways that sometimes I appreciated and other times I had difficulty with. She spoke her truth whether people liked it or not. And because of her I got to travel around the world and lead seminars and workshops (that she taught me how to do). She introduced me to my spirituality, my Higher Self, Lazaris, God, Goddess, All That Is, and alternative therapies, supplements and health products that changed my life and relieved 98% of my symptoms of fibromyalgia. Many things that I never would have even considered doing (going to John Roberts Powers modeling school, for instance) I did in my life because of Rannette Nicholas. She was the Light of My Life, the wind beneath my wings, and so much more. Her family can use a lot of prayers, support and Light. Thank you.

Her husband of 30 years needs all of the light, prayers and support you can muster.  Please share, donate, do what you can please.  Here is his request for support with medical and funeral expenses.  May you all be blessed. Thank you.





Keep singing this song by Carly Simon (Life is Eternal, Love is Immortal, Death is only a Horizon):



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A fresh start, a new beginning

Well, folks I have not written for a long time.

And now, I am going to restart this blog with new info. I do hope you will read and enjoy it.

When I first met Rannette Eva Daniels Nicholas, in 1975, her hair was a golden color, it was long and flowing and a bit curly. But what I remember most is her eyes and laughter. Her eyes held a depth of wisdom and aliveness I had never seen nor known  before. She looked right into my soul with her gaze. And her laughter was at once lyrical, melodious and joyful. A hearty blend of  happiness and sauciness. I was entranced. Whatever her secret to living life was, I wanted to learn it and be a part of whatever she was doing.

At the time, she was leading men’s and women’s groups out of her duplex on Croft in West Hollywood. Later, she established the Daniels Institute of Successful Living, which became known as The Institute in Beverly Hills on Wilshire Boulevard.

After another incarnation, it became known as Earthplay. A few years later, we brainstormed that name in Munich, Germany. Because what Rannette’s work and teachings were always about living life with joy, playing on the earth. Having fun and creating success. Going for your dreams. And Be Do Having what you want while being a good, kind, professional person with honesty, integrity and consideration for other people. Serving others while serving yourself. But I digress.


I had wanted to find an ongoing Radical Feminist therapy group. And I called the Woman’s Building and asked for a referral. As a joke, this woman, Nancy, referred me to Rannette. What Rannette was doing, the men’s and women’s groups, were radical. And she considered herself a feminist. Nancy pranked me into thinking that I was going to a group like the one I had been participating in. But it was not at all the same.

My first inkling that this was going to be a very different experience was when a man answered the telephone. Now, I am heterosexual aka straight. But some of the radical feminists were gay and a minority of them considered themselves separatists who wanted to separate the genders. They wanted no part of men. I did not agree with that and yet, this new experience, even on the phone, seemed unusual. It was just plain odd for a man to answer the phone for a Radical Feminist therapy group!

John and I had a very strong connection on the phone. He invited me to an Open House where I could get to meet the woman running the groups and to see firsthand what they were doing. Sounded good to me.

Still, somewhat puzzled, I sat outside the address for a few minutes after seeing an older man going into the door of the place. What the heck was going on? Why were all of these men going to Radical Feminist meetings?  I tossed and turned the idea around in my brain and it did not compute. My shrink, however, had been supporting me to try new experiences. I finally decided to go inside because I could always leave if I did not like it.

Bravely, I knocked at the door and was greeted by the tall, dark and blue-eyed handsome man who I had spoken with on the phone. John was polite, charming and gracious and ushered me inside where I sat and watched a group of men and women share about their lives and experiences that week. The energy in the room was something that I had never encountered. I could not quite put my finger on it. But it was infectious. Everyone seemed happy. The women in the Radical Feminist group I had gone to were angry and / or depressed about how unfairly women were treated in the world. To say the least, this was nothing like that!

The women in this group seemed empowered. They were achieving successes in their personal and career lives. And they were enjoying whatever they were doing.


Amazed, I continued to observe until the group took a break and went into separate rooms. Men in one, women in another. John took me into another small room and led me through a very short guided visualization. It was very powerful and insightful. My therapy had been good and I thought successful, too. But this was something more. Something completely indefinably different and I wanted more. After discussing the benefits of the groups, a lady entered the room, who John introduced as the founder. Her name was Rannette Daniels (now it is Nicholas). Hungry, I asked questions and devoured her answers.

She says that they could not get me to leave. I was there for something like six hours. I just could not believe that this was real. That she was Authentic. True. I am, at heart, a jaded, skeptical, even cynical at times, New Yorker. And so I had to find the catch, right. What was really going on? Was I being scammed? But I could find nothing wrong. I found nothing other than pure love, compassion, empathy and joy. Love seemed to emanate from her very pores.

Soon, I knew that I had found what I had been looking for. My life’s work and then some. And for 40 years, I have found knowing, working and assisting Rannette Nicholas to be a joy, challenging, difficult, and more.  I have done things like lead seminars and workshops (the best time of my life!),  travel around the world for three years as part of OIM, an intercessory prayer ministry, in the late 1980’s, completed college, became (my dream) a published writer (newspaper reporter, editor and publicist), relieved 98% of my symptons of fibromyalgia and so much more.

Which brings me to the present time. This week, amidst my own precarious life situations, I found out that this woman who I have loved, who has encouraged and supported me and had my back for so many years is very ill and needs assistance. I was at once relieved to know what was going on and immensely saddened by the news.

And hopefully, there are people who know or knew Rannette and others that do not, Angels, who will be guided to assist her in overcoming this difficult time and obtaining the resources that she needs.

You can read more about what is going on here:



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Some Men think they own Women

Am working on an article and blog post about men who cannot take no for an answer. It is getting long and complicated. But will pare it down to size, trim it, work it so that it is readable here. Meanwhile, here are a few great bits and pieces to share.


Apparently, a husband put his wife’s reasons for saying no to sex (he says excuses) on an Excel Spread Sheet and then he pasted the list online. The wife was not pleased and responded. And it’s become a thing online with some men thinking that women owe them sex, that they are entitled to have sex whether a woman agrees or not, and so there is controversy unlimited. Another woman actually posted her husband’s reasons for not having sex with her online, too. It does work both ways but more far more men complain and feel entitled to women’s bodies than vice versa. Look at all of the bills that have been passed by the GOP trying to regular women’s reproductive systems because these guys are terrified of women having autonomy, power, freedom and sex. Next thing you know, these uppity women will want to be considered FULL human beings with all kinds of rights and stuff, like equal pay for equal work. And they will want to have babies or not have babies and do whatever they want to do. Imagine that….


“Some men still believe that owning a penis entitles them to unlimited sexy times.

“…Cases of domestic violence against women in the U.S. are alarmingly frequent, and perpetrators often exhibit a similar attitude of entitlement toward their partners. … 1 in 4 American women will face domestic abuse in their lifetime, and one-third of those cases involve marital rape.

“…Entitlement to women’s bodies is one peg in the cycle of abuse. Whether it’s the Santa Barbara shooter who went on a shooting spree to “punish” every girl who has “never been attracted” to him, or the insidious, so-called Pick Up Artists who proclaim that violence against women could be averted if men learned how to seduce women properly, the refrain is always the same: Men need and, more importantly, deserve sex, primarily because they are men. Women who are perceived as withholding, whether it’s toward their boyfriends, their husbands or guys they met once at a fraternity party, are labeled prudes and bitches. Women who allege they were forced, meanwhile, get blamed by judgesjournalists and politicians. “










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Hobby Snobby Anti-Sex Law

“The decision in the Hobby Lobby case is many things. It is the continued elevation of Christianity over all other religions, another declaration that corporations have more rights than people and a political strike against Obamacare. But it’s mostly simple, old-fashioned woman-hating from top to bottom.”


Contraception promotes personal responsibility, prevents abortion, and gives women freedom. Three things you’d think conservatives would be in favor of, but no, they aren’t.

Gagging Doctors from talking about birth control

Hobby Lobby and other corporations don’t even want you to talk to your doctor about birth control.

“Having a discussion about the verbotten forms of contraception with your doctor, just might render the entire visit Uncovered under your Health Insurance – which means you wouldn’t just be paying for the cost of that particular prescription out of your pocket you’d have to pay for the ENTIRE VISIT OUT OF YOUR OWN POCKET.

“And I would think that’s a bit more than $9/Month [ed. I should point at that the “Just $9” meme is a crock too. Birth Control can run for as much as $390/year, Plan B starts at $49.99 and an IUD can cost over $900!]”



How IUD’s work



Dispelling other myths and lies… is birth control cheap and available everywhere? Does birth control cause abortion? who is paying for your contraceptives? and more

“Few would argue that a health plan covering asthma treatment means that “your company is paying for your inhaler.” Similarly, a company health plan covering contraception doesn’t mean your employer pays for your pills.

“…pregnancy is not a disease, it is a life- or health-threatening condition for many women. Before the advent of birth control, women died of pregnancy-related causes much more often than they do today.

“…should you really have to detail your medical conditions and sex life to your boss?

“…The insurance offered by Hobby Lobby covers both vasectomies and Viagra.

so why does Hobby Lobby cover birth control for men but not want to cover birth control for women?

“…”Health insurance is part of your compensation package, and health insurance is supposed to cover your health care needs.”

“…”Just get a different job” is a tall order for many Americans.

“And besides, why should women be forced accept discrimination by seeking a different employer?”



 The Hobby Lobby decision hurts all women

99% of women in the USA use birth control; 1 in 3 women will have or have had an abortion in the USA;


Although at first it was said that the decision only had to do with a few forms of birth control, a couple of days later, it became clear that it has to do with ALL forms of birth control


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According to the Food and Drug Administration, all four of the contraceptive methods Hobby Lobby objects to—Plan B, Ella, and two intrauterine devices—do not prevent the implantation of a fertilized egg into the uterus, which is the medical definition of abortion. These methods prevent fertilization.


Women are not people but corporations are?


Via Sandra Fluke:

“Some imagine closely held corporations as family-run small business. Actually, closely held corporations make up more than 90 percent of the businesses in this country. They employ 52 percent of the labor force, and the 224 largest closely held corporations had combined revenues of $1.6 trillion in 2013. Some of these companies include Dell, Toys ‘R’ Us, Heinz, Dole Foods, Petco, Stater Bros and yes, even Koch Industries. Under today’s decision, employees (and their dependents) at all of those corporations may lose their insurance coverage of birth control if their employers choose to deny it.”


By an OBGYN doctor:


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From a wise man:

First, EVEN IF women are just using contraception for their sex life, that is NOT a reason to remove it from ordinary health insurance. Do you want to have to worry about whether your date has access to birth control? But it’s also important to understand that many women use contraception for reasons that have nothing to do with sex. The health benefits for many women are significant.

Men, imagine if there was a relatively common condition that caused caused intense pain in your scrota and a high risk of cancer. Imagine that that could be prevented simply by taking a pill. Now imagine that powerful courts and a vocal segment of society told you that you should have to pay hundreds a month for it, out of pocket, that you should keep your legs closed, that you should pay for your own choices. This offensive, repressive nonsense is what the ladies are up against, guys.


…There are a million reasons why women sometimes have and need abortions. There is only one reason to deny them: POWER. A woman who can’t control her own body is a woman without any power whatsoever. That is a fact. Whether compelled by the state or by an individual or, as is now the case, by a corporation, it is a violation of a woman’s human rights to force her to do with her body what she does not want to do.

…If you cannot face the reality of abortion then you are living in a state of ignorance, fear, and bigotry against the very people you love; people who mean the most to you in this world. You are choosing to deny those you love their right to live as freely and as happily as you do. So, the shame is now laid at your feet. It is yours to come to terms with. Not ours. Women have the moral high ground here, and it is up to those who would prevent us from living freely to justify their fear of our freedom. Not the other way around.



The Sex Police have NO CLUE how contraception nor women’s anatomy works



Hobby Lobby:
Corporate Headquarters: 7707 SW 44th St,, Oklahoma City, OK 73179 (405) 745-1100 FREE
Customer Service: 1-800-888-0321 Ext. 1275
Email: shop.hobbylobby.com/service/contact/

“The only way to resolve this mess is to take employers and their “sincere beliefs” completely out of the picture. Remove employers and the insurance industry exits with them. What’s left is single-payer healthcare, which is the right way to deliver services that are matters of life and death.”

– Michael Hiltzik in the Los Angeles Times.

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“If Christ were here there is one thing he would not be — a Christian.” –Mark Twain

yeah despite the fake twisted and hypocritical “christian” religious right views of today, Christ was NOT homophobic, NOT misogynist, and NOT about forcing his beliefs upon everyone … he WAS about LOVING your neighbors and enemies, taking care of the poor, sick and needy, and giving unto Caesar what is his… (paying taxes and whatever else is required to live in a community)… he also was not white and he was a Jewish carpenter.

Christ would probably give birth control out to women to help them live their lives. He certainly would NOT condone men forcing poor women to have unsafe abortions and risk their own lives. He certainly would NOT condone employers forcing their “religious” views onto their employees. He certainly would not condone judgement and discrimination against anyone. (let he without sin cast the first stone).

But hey, what do I know, I personally traveled around the world during the 1980’s with an international, interfaith, interdenominational prayer ministry. We lived on Faith, learned to hear that still small inner voice of the divine, and did not try to save anyone nor try to foist our beliefs onto others. We were a diverse group, many Jewish people and German people, and we prayed for the Highest Good of ALL. We went to many different churches, synagogues, temples in various countries from America to Israel, Greece, Holland, Germany, England, France, Bangladesh, India, Thailand, and more. We saw a lot of hypocrisy in ALL of the religious people and their places of worship. Pastors who were crooks and priests who did not know Jesus, nuns who were hiding away, and rabbis who were intolerant. But there were also many good people we met along the way, folks who practiced love, kindness and compassion. Sometimes the people who could least afford giving were the most generous. And often times, we were blessed and were a part of miracles of faith and healing. We were NOT affiliated with any particular church and we also read the Bible a lot as part of our prayers. I am no Bible expert but I learned a lot about Jesus and the Bible and what I see happening in America is NOT NOT NOT of Jesus.

Not ALL “Christians” agree with the Hobby Lobby decision


As far as our Founding Fathers…they had this to say about religion:

John Adams: “The government of the United States of America is not in any sense founded on the Christian religion.” (Treaty of Tripoli, 1797)

Thomas Jefferson: “Christianity neither is, nor ever was, a part of the common law.” (Letter to Dr. Thomas Cooper, February 10, 1814)

James Madison: “The civil government … functions with complete success … by the total separation of the Church from the State.” (Writings, 8:432, 1819)


“Christian establishments tend to great ignorance and corruption, all of which facilitate the execution of mischievous projects.”

– James Madison, letter to William Bradford, Jr. (1774)

“There is nothing which can better deserve our patronage than the promotion of science and literature. Knowledge is in every country the surest basis of public happiness.”

– George Washington, address to Congress (1790)

“During almost fifteen centuries has the legal establishment of Christianity been on trial. What has been its fruits? More or less, in all places, pride and indolence in the clergy; ignorance and servility in the laity; in both, superstition, bigotry and persecution.”

– James Madison, General Assembly of the Commonwealth of Virginia (1785)


Conservative Presidents and others

Roe v Wade and abortion

decision for Roe: conservatives 2-1, liberals 3-1, moderates 2-0; by party of presidential appointment: Republicans 5-1, Democrats 2-1.

Barry Goldwater, “A woman has a right to an abortion. That’s a decision that’s up to the pregnant woman, not up to the pope or some do-gooders or the Religious Right.” (Interview, Los Angeles Times, 1994)

In the spring of 1967, four months into his first term as governor of California, Ronald Reagan signed a bill that, among other provisions, legalized abortion for the vaguely-defined “well being” of the mother.

Theodore Roosevelt, who first proposed a system of national health insurance during his unsuccessful Progressive Party campaign to retake the White House from William Howard Taft in 1912, gets scarce mention at Republican National Conventions these days…

Nixon was an advocate of national health insurance, too.


President Obama has at least 11 direct ancestors who took up arms and fought for American independence in the Revolutionary War and two others cited as patriots by the Daughters of the American Revolution for furnishing supplies to the colonial army. This star-spangled heritage makes Obama eligible to join the Sons of the American Revolution, and his daughters the Daughters of the American Revolution. Not bad for someone some conservatives on the lunatic fringe still insist is a foreigner bent on destroying the United States of America.


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Dude, where’s my turn?

Ok, so it has been awhile since I  posted here.


If you have been following or participating in the empowering #yesallwomen, that erupted on Twitter and Facebook after the Isla Vista shootings, you just might find something here worth reading. There is a lot that I’ve gathered (links as evidence).  Just because of the #notallmen crowd so dig in.




Men truly are the weaker sex 

It seems that the #notallmen dudes are determined to compete, compare and beat women into submission just because they think they are exempt, not who women are talking about, and / or want to race us to the limelight to prove which gender is more harassed. These guys think that their harassment is much worse and seek to claim the prize for their own sad tales of abuse (as if it’ a prize). They desire to make the ladies look at their side of the story, because we women do not hear enough about the male point of view every day. Despite all facts and evidence to the contrary, they want us to believe that it is their gender who are the ones who are the most mistreated, harassed, abused and hated. Boo hoo hoo hoo for all the harassed bros out there.









Yes, they are right because all we read and hear about nowadays are that college men are being assaulted by hordes of drunk women who take advantage of them at frat parties. Plus these women rape their dates using drugs because they know that their male victims will not be believed in court because they cannot remember and make lousy witnesses. Those women see these slutty men walking around with bare chests and tight jeans. The men strut around provocatively, showing off their stuff, flirting and teasing the women so what are the gals supposed to do? Those guys are asking for it.


It is also (completely false) true that most men make less money than women for the same work, are ignored by society, have been raped, verbally attacked, groped, ogled, called names, threatened, sexually assaulted, domestically violated and murdered by people they know AND mass murdering women (just because men do not report or speak about these attacks means there are MORE male victims, dontcha know). Don’t be silly, everyone knows that the attacks against women including rapes and murders that happen every day (three deaths a day) and go unreported and are hushed up, treated like jokes are overexaggerated and prove that men have it so much worse than women just because men say so and #notallmen.

Of course, men saying so means that is the way it is despite statistics. The majority of female pundits on TV, females in Congress, female Presidents, female CEO’s, managers, directors, and others do not tell the truth. Then there are the divorced men whose lifestyles become devastated when they lose their spouse’s income plus have to deal with those deadbeat mothers who do not pay child support. Single again, they are afraid of walking alone at night, staying in their homes alone, and prefer to travel with other men, for safety reasons. And whenever they do venture out, all they hear are whistles and catcalls and propositions.

Some men are not aware of their terrible fate in life but sincerely, honestly, truly men have it much much worse than women. Men are the downtrodden class and have no privileges whatsoever. Just like white men are no better off than minorities.

Men are treated either like promiscuous gigolos or virtuous virgins by society. Men used to be considered the property of women and could not vote. Men could not get credit cards in their own names. Men are looked down upon, not taken seriously, nor believed nor do these women take NO for an answer. Male power is nonexistent. Everyone talks down to men, treats them like children (who should be SEEN and NOT HEARD), and laughs at them, threatens them, calls them names and addresses them as if they are just a pile of body parts or emotionally unstable crazy people. Because we all know that men truly are the weaker sex.


Some widely read women leaders and ministers say that men are just plain damaged. It must be that extra X chromosome or all of that testosterone that makes them sub-human. There are only two places that men should stay, cooking in the kitchen and with their clothes off in the bedroom. Makes for happier marriages and society.

All of those men out there working two full-time jobs, one paid and one unpaid at home doing housekeeping and child care duties and all of those single dads out there trying to juggle the roles of parent while putting bread on the table while making less money. It is a travesty.

And of course, men’s health care is in question all over the US. Laws are being enacted by mobs of women, making sure that men do not get Viagra, Cialis and  condoms because men cannot be without those. They are risking their very sex lives by speaking out and could die (of embarrassment).


The truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth

Just the facts, ma’am

Just how often are women and men sexually harassed on the street?http://slate.me/1tFz8RO


On average, three women are killed in domestic violence incidents in the U.S. every day, according to the National Network To End Domestic Violence.


The Stop Street Harassment Organization released a report, concluding that 65 percent of women surveyed have experienced some form of street harassment. Specifically, 23 percent have been sexually touched and 20 percent have been followed.



If the men in your school can’t handle seeing perfectly normal and natural parts of a woman’s body, take it up with them, not the female students.

Women being held responsible for the actions of men is one of the more sinister forms of inequality still left virtually un-frisked in our country today. What is easiest on men cannot be the arbiter of how women receive rights, privileges, or codes.




 June 4, 1919, Congress passed the 19th Amendment and sent it the states for ratification!

“The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.”









More than 70% of all elderly persons with incomes below the poverty level are women.


the power of words



yes, all men are part of the problem AND can be part of the solution


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On becoming ladylike

Ladylike or not  by CeliaSue Hecht

someone recently told me that

since I had cursed at him

(for good reason)

I was not being ladylike

who the hell wants to be

ladylike? I said

who the hell aspires to be


who the hell wants to behave

like a lady?

I have not wanted to become

ladylike since I was 14 years old

and even then

it was negotiable

acting ladylike wasn’t any fun

I could not climb trees

or play stoop ball

nor ringolevio

my tomboy self rebelled

against becoming ladylike

in any way

until I started liking boys

and thought I had to


and become a lady


acting dumb

and pretending to be weak

becoming ladylike

is code for becoming powerless

the girdles pinched

and the make-up

high heels and skirts

restricted my every movement

instantly I felt fat

some other girls

felt flat

each of us hated ourselves

for not being ladylike


in other words not being

attractive enough to boys

who only liked other girls

and models in magazines

we could never live up to

being ladylike enough

for those boys and men

we berated ourselves

with each and every flaw

counting our freckles

and doing damage to our

hair, faces and bodies

all in the name of

becoming ladies

no pain no gain

we mantra’d

we went on diets

and became bulimic

and anorexic

and exercised until we had

no more periods


until we became liberated

and threw away our bras

but even then in the back of our

minds, inside our heads

we still were never good and

ladylike enough

even after going to charm school

and reading Miss Manners

outwardly we spoke up

and raised our consciousness

but inside we continued to feel


ashamed because we were never

ladylike enough

mothers felt guilty and wrong for staying home

and for going outside the home to work

single women were ambivalent

about sex and getting married

divorce meant the whole world knew

that we were never going to be ladylike

enough EVER

being a lady means

keeping your legs together


wearing clean underwear

in case of a car accident or

what if you get hit by a bus?

controlling your mouth

no cursing nor telling dirty jokes allowed

no yelling or expressing your opinion

ladies, like children, should be seen and not heard

fists and bowels clenched

no belching, burping or passing wind

no vulgar displays of your sexuality

DO NOT dress like a slut

no sweat pants or crude lewd dresses

never lose your temper

or speak your truth to power

when out in public, know your place

inside and outside the home


being ladylike is related

to being a good little girl

who lives  her life seeking daddy’s approval

(and never attaining it)

while there is something to be said

for acting classy, elegant and polite

being ladylike can be a prison cell

here is a shocker:

Even Ladies like sex

so go forth and BE YOUR SELF


of what it means to be a Lady/woman

and forget about being ladylike

Move Over Barbie, Twinkies and Ho Hos…



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