She was most well known for her ability to procrastinate. She was considered a top-notch mentor in the field. If you needed to learn, she was the one you would turn to. She even had the nerve to charge for her services, since she was one of the best around.
She was manipulative but in the best sense of the word. It was always when the manipulation was good for both or all the parties involved.
She was loved by all Jeff’s on the planet, or at least those that had had the opportunity to meet her. We don’t know why, but every man that seemed to find her on dating sites was another Jeff. One night, when she had this realization, she happened to be chatting with 3 different Jeff’s that all lived within an hour’s drive of each other in Central North Eastern Iowa. It made her laugh out loud and say to herself “of course you are!” when the 3rdguy that day, introduced himself as Jeff. She didn’t have the nerve to tell any of them that her Dead Husband’s name was Jeff as well. She thought it better to tell them face to face, so she didn’t freak them out and have them think her stranger than she already was.
She had a fast reputation for being extremely open-minded and this fascinated many of the men she met. It was either that, or they ran in the opposite direction as fast as their little feet could take them. This suited her to a tee. She was only interested in those who were open-minded as well and had a quirky side and odd sense of humor. She prided herself in being open to almost anything suggested by the opposite sex. She would try anything once. I almost said as long as it was legal, but she really didn’t buy into the ways of the modern world with all its arbitrary rules and standards that seemed to her, to dumb people down and create a sheep mentality. She loved wild and crazy suggestions, she would drive to the ends of the earth to meet someone who peaked her interests. She would even travel to the other side of the pond. She loved traveling alone so that she could meet new people. She often scared men off from actually meeting face to face. Many men could handle her when texting or even in video chats, but when it came to actually meet her, and it became up close and personal, many a man baled. They jumped ship and ran, tail tucked between their legs. She was alright with this as well, she didn’t want to waste her time and energy on guys that couldn’t stand both feet in the heat of her fire.
Her girlfriends liked to live vicariously thru her escapades. She should have kept better track of her dating history. It would have made a fascinating book or better yet a movie. She would have been the first one to admit that she didn’t choose the best men to get into relationships with, at least in the first 50 years of her life. She tended to bounce from a totally boring accountant or engineer types and usually stable to anything BUT that. She would then choose a guy who was on the edge of insane and usually bipolar or schizophrenic or both. She was attracted to the artistic type who recited poetry, wrote music and liked to be on stage or at the very least, paid attention to every waking moment of his life.
After the death of her last Jeff, she decided to stay free and clear from being tied down. Figuratively that is. She decided that open was the new way to love. She basically dated only her dog named Dan the Man for the 4 years after Jeff’s Death. Danny Dog was the ideal partner. He taught her unconditional loving. They were inseparable, until his untimely death on Earth Day of 2018. She realized that he had loved her so deeply and completely that he knew he must step out of her life in order for her to ever love another human being since instead, she poured her whole self into him. She was on a mission for the remainder of her days to do just that. She spent the second half or last 72 years of her life teaching others to free themselves from the constructs of their own limiting minds. She led small groups of adventurous people who wanted to break free from societies norms and find their own unique happiness. She saw herself as a beacon of light which focused only on revealing peoples deepest, most hidden desires to them thru experientially pushing them to face their fears and wake the fuck up. This is what she will be remembered for from the select few who had the great opportunity to move into their personal power thru her strange and powerful processes.
For the rest of the people who knew her, they never knew exactly what the hell she did. Many people thought she was a trust fund baby. That was the furthest from the truth. The only struggle she had was with her own family identity. Her quest was constantly to stand out from her family. To not be called by the same last name. She shuttered when people introduced her by the family name. She resisted fortune and the family legacy with a passion. Her passion ran deep and wide. She would be remembered for her strange and unusual views on living a life of your own making. In her case, of her own creation and vivid imagination. She changed her first and last name when she was in her 30’s based on Tibetan Numerology. She knew the secret that sound manifests form. All of creation was sung into existence on some level and only a select few people over the ages understood this. If you were lucky, she would have shown you how to create your own destiny by choosing your own name. If not, then your fucked, she’s dead and gone!
The Lama Writings 