January 22, 2006
Tonight I was contacted by the son of one of my clients, Princess Dena.
In the days BC, Before Crystalinks, I used to teach class here on a weekly basis. One of the regular students was a colorful client who went by the name Princess Dena. She lived in my area, was a few years older than I, looking young and having lots of energy, and spoke to the students about Native American traditions and her bloodline, which is where her title Princess derived.
Princess Dena was interested the spiritual sides of metaphysics, often joining Native Americans in different parts of the US, for sacred ceremonies.
Through the years she enjoyed many careers, including acting in Hollywood while in her 20's, where she met a famous producer, married, had a son, divorced and eventually moved to NYC. She had some very colorful stories to tell about the life and times of the Hollywood set in the 1960's and 1970's.
When we met, she had moved to Brooklyn, not far from where I live, and was active in all sorts of civic affairs. Her son had grown and was trying his hand at acting, which, as with most actors, he eventually gave up, settled down, married and is raising a family.
Always stylish in her fashions, her long dark hair coiffed in a stylish bun, Princess Dena had gone from selling women's boutique fashions to sales at FAO Schwartz toy store in Manhattan, where perhaps some of you may have met her in passing.
For many years we would run into each other on 3rd Avenue in Brooklyn and say hello. As with most students and teachers, classes are attended for a period of time, then student must move on to experience other teachers as their soul guides.
In February 2004, Princess Dena came for a reading in reference to her career as FAO Schwartz had shut down. It was only recently that she had returned to her job at the store, now working as a personal buyer, and according to her son, she was happy to be back.
Sadly, her son called me with unfortunate news. Saturday, around 7 pm, as Princess Dena was returning home from work, while crossing the street at 4th Avenue and 93rd Street, she was killed by a hit and run driver. For those familiar with Bay Ridge, this is near Dunkin' Donuts. I live on 4th Ave. and 101 Street which is not far away.
This morning at 3:33, Princess Dena woke me up. I immediately knew that we had been talking on 'the other side.' I thought 3:33=9-endings.
Princess Dena asked me to write down 3 messages to post, so I turned on the light, grabbed the notepad and pencil I keep in my nightstand, to write dream messages, as she began.
2. With my life ending so abruptly, I realize that one should embrace each day to its fullest, just as I did. I was never afraid to ride the NYC subway system for fear of terrorists attacks, etc. I was never afraid of death. When your time is up, so shall it be. Do not walk in fear.
3. Native American Prophecies are coming to pass as prophesied. The sacred ceremonies speak the truth of the next coming. My death came with a soft black cloud of smoke, rising, clearing, then the brilliant golden light of a new age shown to me. This will soon come to pass.
Thank you for reading this and listening.