When we entered the ballroom, the chairs were gone; we were to find a comfortable space to sit on the floor.  Since I needed to remain in my chair, I sat off to the right side of the stage, not wanting to stick out ~ although I was the tallest in a room for the first time in years.  Today we were going to do some interactive spiritual exercises with each other, along with guided meditations from Shirley.  One of the practices was using our “third eye,” an Eastern idea that the seat of inner and outer vision resides in the center of the forehead. I We paired up and faced each other.  After rubbing our hands together, we then placed our palms on the other’s  “third eye.”  We were then asked to tell each other what we saw.  In those that sat in our area, the results stunned us, as they were quite accurate.

Again the day moved quickly, and we all grew emotionally and expanded our capacity to open our hearts and souls.  But, the weekend presented its real jewel to me during our last meditation.  Shirley was going to assist us in balancing the yin and yang energies of our bodies.  This balance of the male and female energies, we all possess, is essential for our inner and outer harmony.

As everyone laid on the floor, I closed my eyes and focused intently on ever word.  The second chakra is the creative center, and it is represented by the color orange.  We were to envision a symbol of the male and female, our choice, to climb a ladder into a glass chamber filled with a slightly warm thick orange liquid.  We sere to see them merging slowly together, and becoming one.

I used the black and white symbol of the yin and yang ~ not very creative.  But, as they merged in my mind in this orange gelatinous liquid, my heart started pounding ~racing.  Before long a sensation that had eluded me for nine years gently introduced itself.  My mind over powered my paralysis, and a delicate tingling suggested its presence, as not to overwhelm me.  As I recognized the zen-sation I surrendered to it, and did not question the mystery of this miracle.

Soon, this spiritual seduction made its way from the creative center and danced outrageously up my spine.  I assumed everyone was in this aroused state, and I swallowed my voice, as no one released a sound of pleasure.  This unexpected union took me by surprise, but I flowed with this extraordinary gift as it invited my whole body to open up to an aliveness it had missed for quite sometime.  As I allowed myself to completely let go to the splendor, tears rolled down my cheers as an expression of elation.  Yes, the bud blossomed, and I lost myself in the wonder of this unexpected phenomenon.

After the meditation we were to break up in groups and discuss our experience.  There were many opening up about their happenings, but no one had an orgasm, no one had a kundalini experience.   I kept my miracle to myself, until an 85 year old woman promised she would not share my secret.  My friend was in another group, and I needed to speak of this mystical gift ~ so I did.

As I whispered to this sweet older woman, she jumped up and shouted.

“Shirley, Shirley, bring the microphone over here.”

The part of me that was in awe over the magic my mind held over my  paralyses, wanted to savor this gift of bliss.  I needed to process the process that just blew all my circuits in the midst of many.  But, one of Shirley’s assistance brought over a microphone, and Shirley asked.

“What is your name?”

I knew now my private examination would have to be put on hold, so I answered with a smile and a lilt in my voice.

“Anita”

“Well Anita, what was your experience during this final meditation?”  Shirley asked.

“Shirley, after being paralyzed for nine years, and having no feeling in my southern hemisphere ~ I had an orgasm.  A quite unexpected, but an off the charts orgasm.”

Shirley’s eyes grew big as she spoke.

“I am never lost for words, but I an now.”

The room went crazy with cheers and laughter.  And, Shirley asked a simple question.

“Is there anything I can do for you?  She said with a chuckle.

“Well, I guest the ritual is for me to ask for a cigarette, after a fine moment as this.”

The room went wild with laughter, and Shirley joined in too.

“I can not give you a cigarette.  What else would you like?”

“Gee, a copy of that last meditation would do.”

The laughter never stopped for twenty minutes as we both played off of one another.  It was time to end the seminar, and Shirley asked one more question.

“I have not brought down the house like this in years.  Do you want to come on the road with me?”

“Shirley, I am a handful to take care of, plus ~ you know the rumor mills.  I think I will stay here in Florida.  But, once again, I would appreciate a copy of that tape.”

After more laughter, we all settled down for Shirley’s closing remarks.  We all received what we needed that weekend.  And, as each person left, they came over to hug me.  They knew although we laughed, that something very profound had happened, and that I would be pondering this afternoon for quite sometime.

It was a very ~ unexpected union ~ of my yin and yang.  I slept a complete twenty hours after my zen-sation.  The second chakra was blown wide open ~ the creative chakra that not only means the creation of a new baby, but the creation of art, writing and music etc.  Within twenty four hours of wakening from my deep sleep, I wrote my first children’s book, “Crystal Star Angel” in one afternoon.

NOTE:  A few weeks later my cousin in Washington state was reading an article in Newsweek about the Orlando Seminar.  It stated that a woman in the wheelchair brought the house down.  She inquired.

“Were you attending that seminar?