I had the time of my life.

     I was not much different than the rest of the Californians having grown up there. Until I moved to PEI, I had no idea that Californians were so startlingly unlike the rest of the world. I arrived on Prince Edward Island, Canada, in a faux leopard fur and platform sandals, my toes painted some tobacco color. I had my false eyelashes on and was recently injected with Botox. My hair high and low lighted rockin’ red and bumblebee blond flew around me like a mop on fire.

I do not claim to be any enlightened naturalist. But, I did want to become a more spiritual person. I wanted more time to get in touch with what is “out there” before any hint of end times. I did not want to be left out of the rapture and lying on earth all dolled up in my designer garb with 666 on my forehead. Nooo. Negatory.

     My husband did not fare much better on his first impressions. In his long black cashmere coat he looked like a friend of Tony Soprano. He was in jeans and sandals but the real problem turned out to be his USC Trojan cap. It took us awhile to realize that all the islanders knew of the reference was about well, condoms, and therefore after many stared at his head they would pause to glare at him. Ouch. 
Our Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, just a baby then, was wearing his little red, white, and blue sweater his green Pisces eyes aglow, kangaroo hopping along the streets. The three of us walking to the bank might as well have been from some far away galaxy. It was not surprising that the islanders would stop us and say “Oh, you must be the new people from California moving in to the farm on the hill.”
After a bit, Patrick and I just laughed. We would say to ourselves, “Yes, the fools who live on the hill. That would be us.”

     A quick trip to the local Wal-Mart and we had boots (I sloshed in mine), caps and mufflers. We would later discover it was too late to make a second impression as news spread quickly of our “landing”. Yes, we couldn’t have seemed stranger; I am sure, to the potato farmers, lobster fishermen and the lovely ladies of the island who held the administrative positions.
Talk went something like this:

• “Fred, did you see her in her sandals? I think she has something wrong with her toenails. Why they were very dark. Bless my soul, she could likely freeze to death.”

• “You need to take her some socks, Barb. I’m a bettin’ they don’t wear them in California. I hear they wear nylons with lace at the top.”

• “Why, Fred, how did you ever learn about that? You always were the naughty one.”

• Fred and Barbara were there for us, Barb cooking roast and potatoes for my husband and muttering, “Bless my soul”, in regard to me rather frequently. Many times I borrowed her socks to be truthful. In PEI you take off your shoes to enter and just wear socks. I always forgot that part. 

     It is the island way to help and support one another. It was with that help that I made my way around traditions, beliefs and folklore. It is my hope that you will find my discoveries enlightening and encouraging as I did.

     An artic air mass blew across the Atlantic Maritime in what became the worst winter in 50 years on the lovely magical Prince Edward Island near Nova Scotia. This was the very winter I moved from Palm Springs, California, to research this book. The winter and spring of 2008 will remain a damaging one that will forever change the social and economic landscape of the earth. My only thought was making sure my lungs didn’t crystallize as I walked the dog between the house and the barn. 

     I was snowed in for months and froze my bum off, as the Islanders would say. I came here to study on the island and update my knowledge of the Metaphysical. Life always throws you a curve. That’s the true nature of things. 

     My astrology clients were starting to ask things like, “ Do theses sunglasses make me look fat?” It time to make the metaphysical more meta and less physical. Time for me to update the ancient teachings and get us ready for December 22, 2012, and the implications to help those interested in new age pursuits to start thinking about the size of our lives instead of the size of our lips.

     Back home in the US, headlines spoke of the 7.9 earthquake in China, the tornados in the South, the killing cyclones in Myanmar, the 500 plus earthquake flutters near Reno, Nevada, and Lake Tahoe. Mother nature was stirring; waking from a restless sleep in a time of war, and famine and natural disasters. Could the coincidence of the fresh tragedy in Myanmar with cyclone Nargis be a warning of the Mayan Calendar and it’s prophetic end date of 2012? 

     My own family, having rebuilt from three successive hurricanes in Florida had barely moved back into their Malabar home when the Florida fires struck. They like millions all over the world were evacuated the day I began this book.

     My darling, niece, Alexa had been Prom Queen last Saturday night. Today, a Monday, she was evacuated from school as the fires burned the football field and the students fled. We talked on the phone and she said it felt like the “end of the world.” This thought is mirrored everywhere on the globe today and has been for some time. Is there a message in the spewing of the earth? 

     I came to beautiful Prince Edward Island to study a possible series of Vortex’s and research Egyptian and Mayan codes and clues about our earth and the entire Metaphysical as well. I couldn’t do it in California where I was bombarded with news of the famous and everything material.

     I had my own issues during this pursuit. The few issues of Vanity Fair during my sojourn in Canada were interesting. The next few issues started to beckon. First came the incredible gold lame Ralph Lauren hand warmers. Oh, how they called to me. But, determined to stay on the non-material path I resisted. John Hardy’s cuff bracelet was the second temptation. My third temptation arrived the following months inside the glossy pages of my favorite magazine. I was one Restalyne injection from losing my focus.

     In addition, it is important to know I do not profess to be an example of someone of special character. Let’s just say, I was able to replace certain hand gestures. Now, when I give the finger it is the thumps up sign. Saved me from a road rage incident I am sure. 

     My funny husband put it this way, mimicking me to a passing driver, he said, “ Hey Hog Face, don’t ruin my spiritual journey. I’m aiming for enlightenment here.”

     Ultimately, I did grow profoundly. And, while I was there synchronicities of events lead me to ask more about the spiritual and saved me from falling into the abyss of all that was superficial. What dare I ask could be done about the possibility of end times? I must stay on track. 

     My original plan was to first check out the wonder of PEI. Why was it that everyone who came there decided it was one of the most beautiful places they had ever seen? Why the urge to pull of stakes and move there that most visitors felt? And, what about that red cliff that jutted out over the ocean that my family swore was a real, live, wondrous vortex? 

     I knew of vortex powers. That most famous energy pull was the one in Hollywood Hills… near that big sign that called to so many aspiring actors and singers and musicians. But, that wasn’t the energy I felt needed to be explored. 

Having been to Sedona, perhaps one of the most beautiful places in the United States, I knew of the sacred sites there. And, I was to return in the summer of 2008 to my favorite places there. 

     Having found one vortex on Prince Edward Island, I was determined to see if there were there others? Could we use these special places to help us, to heal us? Was there anything we as a civilization could do to change the direction of the world?

     Would astrology shed light? Would seers see? How could we get harmony and harmonics (like sound and vibration in unison) to soothe the seething earth?

     I had plenty of questions. I had dedicated the time to study and learn. My promise to myself was to sit down and write about the things I think can help us all understand where we are headed and how we can help each other obtain our highest good. My Mother always referred to the Highest Good in every situation.

• Highest Good is simple: 

• You are where God wants you to be. 

• You are at the right time and place and the rest will unfold in accordance with your ultimate destiny. 

• Trust that all things are working for good.

• Highest Good isn’t a place or situation but a daily meditation and desire.

• Like the song about San Francisco I found my Highest Good in PEI, and it was right there within me all the time.

     I knew several years’ back that I had found a special spot in Spring Brook where my sister took everyone she knew to meditate. It was situated near/under/and/or/on (vibrations are felt differently for each person) an enormous rock near the shoreline. The energy of this place cannot be missed. My feet tingled when I touched the ground. The sensation was nothing that startled me but just enough to make me aware I was in an extraordinary place.

     We all went, each and every family member and visitor, and each one of us found a new appreciation of nature and the simple things of life. Suddenly sunrises and sunsets, rippling waters on the bays and the wonderful shapes of clouds were topics of conservations. A stop in Summerside for a tiny cone from the local ice cream shop was the perfect late night snack for adult and kids alike after a breathtaking day on the island.