Some years seem to have a more powerful harmonic, if one were able to read grids, unequaled by other years before and after. Why, you might ask? Because a major insert has been added. People born during these years usually turn out to be powerful people one way or another. Such was the year 1969 ... then on to 1989 ... to 2001 ... to 2004 ... as the windows for these inserts are exponentially closer.

I have friends in the city and others to town for the celebrations and the Pride Parade on Sunday. One of my friends mentioned this being the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots

The Stonewall Riots were a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations against a police raid that took place in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969 at the Stonewall Inn, in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City. They are frequently cited as the first instance in American history when gays and lesbians fought back against a government-sponsored system that persecuted homosexuals, and they have become the defining event that marked the start of the gay rights movement in the United States and around the world.

"I wasn't in the city," I explained. That summer I was barefoot and pregnant with my second daughter, Zsia, and spent the summer in the Catskill Mountains with friends and family. Imagine life without computers and cells phone ... internet and texting ... and all the wonderful things that move time and experience through a streaming unified field of communication on our way to total telepathy. If not for them ... you and I would never have met.

It rained 20 consecutive days that summer - much like we are experiencing this year in the city. How do I remember? While the family was upstate, my mother-in-law, Zelda, had a heart attack and died at the precise minute Neil Armstrong (Apollo 11) stepped foot on the moon - another 40th anniversary on July 20.

It was raining very hard at that moment, the sounds of raindrops pounding against the windows as family members cried out in anguish at Zelda's passing so suddenly. She was 62 and a really kind lady ... but in retrospect, she smoked all of her adult life, as was the thing to do in her generation, as did her husband and children.

As the TV was on ... and the moon landing was shown ... I saw Zelda's spirit on the moon. I looked on in disbelief and heard her tell me, "One chapter ending ... another beginning." Did I tell any of the family what I experienced? In those years, I was "in the closet". My daughter Zsia was named for her grandmother who brought her into physical reality ... another Z moment for mankind.