The Homeless "Lady" by Julianna Rowe

 The Homeless “Lady”  by Julianna Rowe

Why am I drawn to that filthy homeless woman with her matted hair like a dog that has never been cared for?  I suspect there must be bugs in it.  Her hands are brown with dirt, and she is wearing layers of clothing unfit for any human.  My God, she has no shoes. She sits inside a large cardboard box and I can see only one blanket.  That mangey dog that hangs around her must be hers.  I checked with the doorman and he tells me they call her “Loose Lefty.”  The story goes she used to sell herself on occasion for food.  That’s the loose part anyway.  Lefty?  No one is sure where that came from. 

God, I live in this beautiful luxurious high-rise where I can see her from a distance. Why am I drawn to watching her? I have a view of the Hudson River and magnificent city lights in all directions.

I need to call my therapist.  I have become obsessed with her like that guy in the movie was with Siri.

Hell, I even bought a pair of high-power binoculars to watch her.  I am missing my lunch hours and am late for meetings due to my preoccupation with some dirty old homeless woman.  

Then one day I pulled out my binoculars to find she was gone.  All day I searched leaving my work unattended. I was panicking.

She had become an integral part of my life, but why?

I noticed the dog was very nervous with her gone. I decided to leave my post and binoculars and go to the homeless village where I started asking questions.  Where is she?  Did she die, which for some crazy reason freaked me out? Then I started checking hospitals but I had no name to offer but “Loose Lefty.” 

I then went to every ambulance center asking every shift if they picked up a homeless woman on 51^st and 106^th Street West.  I finally found out who picked her up and what hospital they took her to.

I had found her.  She was somewhat cleaned up but in bad shape and was treated with disrespect due to her appearance.  This angered me. So, I physically picked her up from the hospital bed and carried her to my car.  The hospital called the Police…. But the Police had more pressing matters to tend to than that old woman.  They said if I paid her bill, and I did, there was no cause for alarm at that point. The fact is I threw the cash on the desk all the while holding her before I had walked out.

I took her home.   I called an old girlfriend who came over and helped with her hair and bathed her.

 I bought her all-new clothes and toiletries.  At first, she was talking like a street person in a rather rough manner, but then something happened when she looked at herself in the mirror. Like she found who she used to be, her old self that had class and had cared once upon a time.  I even went and got the mangy dog and had him cleaned up.   She would not say who she was, in fact, she didn’t talk too much.  Although she was quite excited about the dog.

A couple days later I went back to work leaving her on her own in my apartment.  While I was gone, she became bored and started snooping thru my papers and photos.  She saw something that shocked her, causing her to run away. But she left the dog behind with me.

I came home to find her missing.  I took the dog out and when I returned, I noticed she had gone through the old scrapbooks my brother had left me. 

I had not seen my mother since I was seven years old.  It was then I found her pictures in the old scrapbook. I threw it down and ran directly to the homeless village but she was not there.  They would not have recognized her anyway with her new clothes and clean hair, not to mention she smelled differently.   

It would be another four months before I found her again. I had searched every homeless tent city, the underground homeless areas, under railroad bridges, hospitals, and even the morgue, but then she had no name. I could not go to the police because I had no name to offer to fill out a missing person report. And then. On my walk home, there she was, sitting on a park bench by herself in front of the high-rise Sentry Insurance building.  

I said, “Mother.  It’s okay Mother, it’s me, Christopher, come on, we are going home.”

And we both cried for a long time.  I then realized she had run away because she was embarrassed for me to see how she had allowed her life to end up, homeless and existing in a large Cardboard Box.

And they lived happily ever after.  

Of course, they did.  

Numerology: An Overview by Julianna Rowe

 A quick overview of the Greek Pythagoras System:

There are five numbers derived from the combination of first your birthday, and then your name.  These are called:

1)      1-     The Lifepath Number (the total of the month, day and year)

2)      2.-     The Birth-Day Number (the day of the month you were born on)

3)      3.-     The Soul Number (this is the numeric value of the vowels in your name)

4)      4.-     The Personality Number (which is the numeric value of the consonants)

5)      5.-     The Power of the Name Number (the combination of the Soul and Personality numbers)

6)      6.-     The Attitude Number (while it is not in the top five numbers, it can provide insights into a person.

In Numerology, all the numbers are reduced to a single digit.  For example: 19 becomes

1 + 9= 10 = 1 + 0 = 1. 

Using the Pythagoras Number System, every letter of the alphabet is assigned a numeric value.  The vowels go above the name you are adding up, and the consonants below it.

The Vowel Number is your Soul Urge.  It’s what you feel on the inside.  People who know you may not see it but you are aware of it internally.

The Consonant Number is your Personality Number.  It’s how you appear outside. It is what you show the world and how people perceive you.

And the third number is the Power Name Number.  It’s the strength of your name and lets us know who you are. The belief is that the universe gives you your Birthday and your parents give you your name.  This is the most important number in the additions of your name.  If this number is not compatible with your Lifepath Number, I advise you to alter it to make your life easier.

The day you were born (Birthday Number) because it is how you appear. This is the number that gives people their first impression of you.

The LifePath Number is the number you must fulfill in order to be truly happy.

The Destiny Number tells you what you will inevitably fulfill in your lifetime.  This number may be different from the name you are using today.  But this vibration will not be ignored so I suggest you find ways to use it to your advantage.

The Attitude Number is how you communicate to people. Whatever your attitude number, people will expect you to operate from this vibration. If your Lifepath Number is different than your Attitude Number, I suggest you let people know right away who you are.  Otherwise, they won’t have a clue.  Your Attitude Number will confuse them.

Author Interview of me: Julianna Rowe aka Diane Ogden to be continued:

 

Abducted: by Julianna Rowe

 ABDUCTED:     Property of Julianna Rowe

     She was taken hostage at gunpoint by two men near a convenience store. Blindfolded and taken to an underground location not far outside the city. There were two of them, a man and I was the other person who was going to be used for insurance leverage with the FBI as getaway pawns.  The blindfolds were removed, and we were left in an empty room with one window. I immediately went to the window, only to see heavy vines blocking the view of a brick wall opposite the vine.   Just then, the lock on the door clicked and opened.  A shorter man with a bandana hiding his face entered with a tray of food.  Actually, decent food.  Two plates filled with hamburgers, french fries, and apple pie. Another basket of fruit, soft drinks, napkins, and seasonings.  I said out loud to the other prisoner.

“What is going on here?”  

But no one spoke. Food was the last thing on my mind.  Instead, I went back to the window and tried to open it.  It had been painted shut.  Where were we?  I recalled riding in an elevator, but did we go up or down?  There was obviously a  brick building very close and what was with the thick vines. They looked like the vines in the children’s book “Jack and the Beanstalk.” But that couldn't be.

Our captors had left utensils with our meal.  I grabbed a bite of food, took the dull knife to the window, and began loosening the years of dried paint holding us prisoner.  I knew they would be returning soon for our dishes, so I continued vigorously pursuing our escape to where I had no idea.  If I got the window open, would I climb up or down? There wouldn’t be much time for decision-making. I might as well have been climbing into the abyss but at least it was freedom from what appeared to be imminent death. I never was one to settle or go out without a fight.

When I finally got the window loosened all the way around and began to lift the heavy wood it groaned as though pain were surging thru it.  Like it was feeling the same opportunity I hoped to sense once I got it moving enough, but once again, it was stuck.  I ran back to the food tray and grabbed the squeeze bottle of catsup, squirted it onto each side of the window frame, and jiggled it to release the liquid into the side sliding crevices, and BINGO!  It opened as it released one final groan feeling its own personal freedom while allowing mine. I turned to my friend and said, “Come on!”  To which he just stood there frozen.

I slithered out, looked down to see darkness, looked up and saw light, and began climbing.  I was not in the best physical condition, but it didn’t matter.  I was putting one foot in front of another and when there wasn’t a vine in ladder formation, I grabbed and pulled myself up until I found one. This truly did appear to be a Jack Beanstalk.  I could only hope the ending would be as good as the well-known old book. That is when my wandering mind was thrown back to its pitiful dangerous senses by hearing a man’s gruff angry voice shouting for the others that I had escaped.  I could feel the vibration of the presence of another human on my thick vine to freedom. Fear was in great pursuit of me. I went faster and faster until I was gasping for air. Stress gripped my throat like I was being strangled, and my lungs were responding in pain but I could see the light from above coming closer.  Maybe it was heaven, and I was dying?  Would I die getting away from anyone holding me against my will for their own benefit? I had lived through difficult life situations and come out of them before and would again, even at my own death. Behind me only the crackling of the vines and the harsh heavy deep grunts of a killer in pursuit of me.  Why me? What was the purpose, or was I simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? It didn’t matter at that point. 

My mind came back to reality when I jumped off the vine and hit a real city cement sidewalk. No one was in sight and I was still gasping for the breath of life I needed to continue. There were buildings all around that looked somewhat familiar, but there was no time to ponder it, only run, but I couldn’t run. I saw two buildings with a small alley between where I scurried to, stood, catching my breath for a few seconds, and then onto and through the alley to a street with more activity.  I asked a passerby if I could use their cell phone as I had been abducted.  I must have frightened them because they were gone in a flash.  I asked the next person I saw and they handed me their phone.  I called my cell phone number, hoping for an answer from someone I knew. I believe I was delirious or I would have dialed 9 1 1. And then I heard a voice on the other end answering my phone.  It was my abductor telling me there was no escape, they had put trackers on my phone and everyone on my contact list.   If I tried to reach out to anyone, I would be found. I handed the phone back to the stranger and began running.  I had no money, no vehicle, no contacts.  At this point, I knew where I was and continued toward my home. 

I woke up. That was a scary dream!  

My French Life or.....? by Julianna Rowe

 I saw this marvelous book at one of my client's homes. I gently took it from its quiet resting place, leaning on another book named Bloom. Humm, maybe that was a secret set-up code from beyond (for me!) I opened it and found my eyes tearing up. I thought to myself, "What? What?" In other words, what is causing you to cry?? I answered myself calmly. "I never had a French Life, and I felt like I was looking right into one. Such an appealing sight as I stood alone beside the old English brick fireplace. It was like I should have or could have and still wished to." The tears were from a life of struggle and survival and not in France. I'm not saying this to bemoan myself because I've found and created my forms of life in France. I have always gravitated toward French Country when decorating. I am a total romantic, whether it is a white French mantel or a black iron chopping table. When a creative person like me cannot travel to the real deal, she brings the real deal home. I've accomplished a lot in my life. Sculpting, sewing, jewelry making, writing, woodworking, painting, and drawing, all while raising five children, working two and three jobs to provide them with everything they need for a happy family home, not sure they will agree on the word happy, and always balancing where to put any leftover funds. I won't laugh at that statement; no one except a single Mom with five children would understand.

None of this is to say I wouldn’t like to be walking on that rainy day wearing black tights, a black dress, a black trench, and a black umbrella, just as in the picture.

While holding this book by Vicki Archer, I paused to read a paragraph that caught my eye, or was my eye sent to this perfect page, the perfect section just for me this day? So, to set this up, I will tell you She and her husband purchased a small 50-acre farm unseen. Below are her thoughts as they come upon it for the first time......

"The farmhouse in view was not in line with the one in my imagination: What stood before us was derelict and in total disrepair. My excitement never faltered for a moment - these were mere hurdles to be jumped. My son, Paddy, whispered, "This is it, Mum. We've found it" My heart was hammering in my chest, tears filled my eyes, my ability to speak vanished and the momentous truth shook me like nothing before. If you believe there can be a moment in time when everything in your life changes, then for me, this moment had arrived.

I felt that way when each of my children were born.  And once, when I was fifteen, I spent some time on a ranch in Jacksonhole, Wyoming, and the Ski Resort town of Pinedale, Wyoming. I have never lost the desire to live there, not ever. Otherwise, no moments such as this family experienced. Their experience came through the book like a spiritual awakening directly at me. Thus, the tears. Of joy, sadness, loss, hope, or maybe I lived in France on that farm (Mas de Barnard, a Provencal mas, farmhouse) in a past life! Yeah, that is probably it.

Labels: le coup de foundre (love at first site)

The Hitchhiker by Julianna Rowe

 Out on Amazon soon.   

The Hitchhiker by Julianna Rowe  Book #1

Cardboard Coffins is a series that takes place in 1966 while traveling the Old Mother Road Route 66 to Los Angeles.  

Chapter Ten “The Holding Cell”

This sure as heck was no cardboard box.  It was a cold gray holding cell and I was hungry and angry and staving off a serious nervous breakdown I surely deserved to have.  At least I had convinced myself I was justified in giving up.  Surviving had been my middle name most of my life.  Never giving up, always a smile no matter what.  Yet the hitchhiker saga pulled me to a depth I had never experienced.  Not even the death of my father had affected me in the way a total stranger named Roger had.  And I didn’t even know his name.

That is when I met Bambi, a girl of the night working the streets. Hence, a prostitute.  She had more rouge on her cheeks than I had ever seen on my old Grannie Gillie.  Well, I am exaggerating some.  Bambi would have been much prettier without all that makeup.  Nevertheless, she saw I was in distress and she came over to offer kindness to me.  Bambi told me not to worry. I would get to see the Judge the following day and I was lucky it wasn’t Friday because Friday meant no Judge until the following Monday.

I guess that was supposed to make me feel better but it didn’t.  I asked Bambi why I didn’t get to make a phone call.  I thought legally they had to give me one phone call before putting me in the pokey.  I told Bambi I didn’t even know why I was there.

She laughed as in disbelief.  I reiterated to her I was not a lady of the night.  That I had picked up a hitchhiker back in Illinois and I thought he might be the reason why we got stopped by Johnny Law who took my dog and my beautiful Pink Cadillac and I was so afraid they were gone forever. 

My story seemed to have shocked Bambi, but she told me to relax because if I hadn’t committed any crimes, I should be alright.

Now as I look back, I realize why she was shocked at my circumstances.  And yes, I should have been offered the option of a phone call.  She again had a puzzled look on her face regarding the fact I wasn’t offered my legal right to a phone call.

The guards finally came with dinner which amounted to a hot dog, peaches, some chocolate pudding, and a carton of warm milk.  Most of which I could not consume due to an allergy to milk so Bambi traded me her peaches for my pudding and milk which lifted my spirits some as I could not recall when I had eaten last.  That made me think of Duke and I started to cry.  Bambi put her arms around me and rocked me like a little kid.  I guess I needed that.

Then came the mats.  The guards had thrown them into the cell-like our livelihood meant nothing to them.  Like you throw a hunk of meat at a captive lion at the zoo.  The mats were to sleep on as there were too many bodies for the number of bunks in the holding cell.  Naturally, the weaker of the lot go to the floor and of course, that was me as in only the strong survive which used to be my motto but had now exited the building.

Bambi opted to sleep next to me so she could watch for any fights breaking out between the girls and which gave me a sense of security.  She could see how alone and simply stressed out I was.  My utter exhaustion caused me to sleep right through the noise of the women of the night and their constant drama until early morning.  They had been used to sleeping all day and working the streets all night thus, the noise and bickering.

And then came breakfast which was atrocious.  Slop with soggy white toast, a packet of jam, and cold coffee.

I prayed for the time to pass quickly so I could tell the Judge my story.  But I did not have a story.  At the least, I would hear what the charges against me were.  And then it began.  Every single girl was taken to the courtroom but me. My friend Bambi was gone.  I was all alone in that huge gray cell.  The only good part was no one would be staring at me when I used the toilet.  That degrading fact did not help my depression.  I had always been a very private person when it came to bathroom activities.  Therefore, this happening to me just added to my hate and anger for Roger.  Who the heck was Roger anyway and why did I get arrested?

That is when the woman guard opened the cell door, handcuffed me, and took me six floors down to Courtroom 107.  Judge Sommers.  As I stood before him trembling, he asked me if I knew why I was there.

I said, “No sir I do not. All I know is I was traveling to Los Angeles and picked up a hitchhiker in Illinois and ever since some very strange things have happened to me, sir.  I had never been in any sort of trouble in all my life.”

Lifepath and Destiny Vibration FIVE by Julianna Rowe aka Diane Ogden

LifePath and Destiny  5 in Numerology......

As you can see by these photos, a five-vibration needs freedom! I am a frustrated nurturer caretaker who needs some action in her life! I have a 5 energy or vibration that loves freedom in all areas in my destiny placement. That means in the additions of my full birth name given to me by my parents (they fixed it so I was messed up forever!), blame blame? Absolutely!  Back to my point.  Our parents gave us our names which give us the first three of five numbers of energies we will live by all our lives unless we change our name.  The last two numbers come from the additions of our date of birth, which many say God gave us.  

Example: 10-13-1971   Lifepath: 1+1+3+1+9+7+1= 5

I am a person that wants freedom and adventure, and private detective work.  Yet I do none of that, which makes me want to go join a soap opera or a circus due to total boredom.  Who else takes weird photos of themselves for entertainment..... on the webcam.

Famous 5 lifepaths : Abraham Lincoln, Angelina Jolie, Bette Midler, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Charles Barkley, Clark Gable, Coretta Scott King, Dennis Quaid, Don Henley, Don Johnson, Helen Keller, Jackson Browne, Joe Vitale, Liv Tyler, Michael Losier, Mick Jagger, Nancy Laine, Ron Howard, Steven Spielberg, Wayne Parker, Willie Nelson

      Those with a Life Path of 5 seek freedom above all else. They are adventurers, have a restless nature, and are on the go, constantly seeking change and variety in life. They have a free spirit and need to have variety in their day. If they do not live the adventure, their lives become way too dramatic. They love meeting new people, trying new things, and living life for today, and curiosity leads them to constantly try to find the answers to life's questions. “Conservative” is a word that is probably never used to describe them, as they love taking risks and hate routine and repetition. Fives have a hard time settling down and have a fear of being trapped or smothered in a relationship. Their love of freedom extends beyond concern only for their own freedom, and they have a genuine concern for the freedom and welfare of others. Although Fives are extremely compassionate, their focus on adventure and curiosity can also distract them and keep them from being aware of the feelings of those around them. Furthermore, because they are always seeking the next adventure, their life can lack direction, and this can cause them to become discontent and impatient. Fives are very persuasive and excel at motivating people, which makes them ideal candidates to become salesmen. Any career requiring travel is also a great fit for those with Life Path number 5 since it will keep them away from the routine of many other jobs. Otherwise, they may feel a sense of restlessness if they get stuck in a mundane or repetitive job environment. Fives are also very versatile, which makes many other career choices suitable for them. A person with a lot of 5's in their chart will want to be their own boss. This person will not enjoy working a 9 to 5 job where they have to report to someone else each day. Life path number 5 is the number of freedom and change. Below are some key points you might want to take into consideration to help you on your path …

Aim for a career that lets you have adventures. You are capable of great originality in both thought and action. You could do something as dramatic as being a photographer for National Geographic or as simple as being a flight attendant. You can be self-indulgent, especially if you let yourself get bored. Allow yourself to enjoy your spirit of adventure, and you'll be able to find excitement in a walk around the block. If you can't travel, at least try new restaurants. You are sensual but don't bask in it. Don't forget to learn about yourself and other people while you explore.

lifepath 5 explanation from:  http://theseventhlifepath.com/numerology

I am not a 5 Lifepath, rather I have the destiny energy 5 which will follow me all of my life until I fulfill it. (I am a lifepath 4, needer of security that holds back the 5.)