Real girls don't smoke fake cigarettes...

First of all, I don't make a habit of watching the serial Bravo has concerning The Real Housewives of Whatever...I always find the women difficult to watch and I never feel the slightest kinship with them...

HOWEVER...I have been known to overhear an episode while doing something else ...idle background noise....so I guess I do listen to it.

Last night, while getting ready to go out with my family for an incredible night of music, BE Taylor's Christmas Show...I was getting dressed, made up, cleaned up etc...

I flipped on the TV for some background chatter and there was Real Housewives of Beverly HIlls.

I 'm still trying to understand the REAL part...they were all walking adverts for plastic surgery, and personal staging, major cut and paste action.

Apparently they are "friends" and apparently were getting together for dinner after a tense weekend together in NY...Hey, I can follow this story with half my brain too.

They were meeting at Camille Grammar's house (ex Mrs. Kelsey) and she was the source of the tense weekend before.

There were about 7 or so of them and they all pretty much look alike and act alike so I can't name anyone else other than Kyle because she's the only brunette.

Camille, needing support, invited her friend and psychic Allison DuBois...Allison is the real Medium about which the show (produced by Camille and ex Kelsey) Medium is all about.

The women proceeded to get together and drink copious amounts of alcohol from the largest martini glasses ever made and barely touch their food (are you surprised) they were higher than their botox bills ...

and then it started...

dancing around the tension, taking feline precision jabs at one another...I watched Allison DuBois get very drunk, (huffing on an electronic cigarette) and very mean and say things that would cause any viewer of her show to never watch Medium again.

But that's not what this piece is about...I'm writing about the bigger picture...

I watched each woman pick up on the negative energy , take it deep in their mouth like a racing horse on the bit, and run with it...with the exception of 2 women, who were peripheral characters. who looked horrified...they saw the nasty and wanted nothing to do with it, they actually sat in their seats with their hands clutched up over their chests in a protective manner.

I believe that psychic ability exists, I think we all are "psychic", we all feel the energy, good and evil around us, we all dream of those departed, we all get "intuitive feelings". God hopes for us to learn to discern the energies...by being strong in our faith, we become very accurate. Some of us are tuned into it, some of us choose to ignore it.

And some of us, use it for manipulative purposes...and to those of you who do...

shame on you.

Allison DuBois exposed herself as a user of dark energy on national television, I watched her energy infiltrate and erupt in those women (except for lucky 2) , turning the dinner party into the party from hell.

It was easy for her to do this, because the women who engaged in the backbiting were the most weak minded and of little or no personal faith.

They took the disturbing "bait" and attacked each other, pointed fingers, drew claws,raised their already thin voices and exhibited such a distasteful frenzy...and Allison sat there calmy, the supreme b***h and smiled the whole time.

She was pleased.

That's what Dark Energy does, it tears down others, makes the moment uncomfortable, controls the tone of the room.

Don't engage in it, pray immediately, normalize the conversation, never get nasty in kind, stay strong and then get the heck out of there.

I found myself standing in front of the TV grasping my hairbrush, forgetting about getting ready...in shock over such a clear example of the Devil comes to dinner.

I shook it off and finished quickly in my assembly and jumped into the car...the rest of the evening was a piece of heaven and healing at it's best...We sat in the music hall and witnessed joy to the world BE Taylor style.

I was so happy that he exists out there to counteract the bad blood donations of Allison DuBois.

I was so happy to hear affirmation after affirmation of the power of accepting the love.... Vitamin L if you will ;)

There is no reason to live any other way.

The light erases the dark faster than a hummingbird painting a sunrise.

Next time, when I'm getting ready for a night off, I'll remember this episode of RHBH and turn on the stereo instead...BE Taylor will be my first choice.

You have a choice too, that's the kicker in all of this...you can choose whether to live on fake cigarettes or take the daily dose of Vitamin L.

Free will, still the best thing going.....

...www.betaylor.com

Encounters at Counters

Yesterday I was scanning the shelves in Tuesday Morning for some candles...they have a ba-zillion candles and sometimes they carry Tag Chapel candles, which I love because they are unscented, and do you care...anyway, I found two and got in line at the check out counter.

The woman behind me kept staring at me.

My first reaction when someone is staring at me, is to check my teeth for food, make a mental note of the What Not To Wear outfit I might be wearing,smooth my hair and check for a big ass bug in it, or make sure I haven't tucked my skirt into my pantyhose therefore exposing my who-who to the general public...ah, don't laugh, I've actually done that.

After that I sometimes recall that I have been on television or radio or on the stage for the last twenty-some years and people do "out me" and come up and chat...it usually takes me a while to figure out why a stranger thinks they know me and then it hits me, duh. It's something I will never get used to.

Meanwhile, back to the staring contest...

The woman said, "I'm sorry I keep staring at you, I don't mean to be rude, you just look so familiar, you remind me of someone."

Just as I was about to say, well maybe you know me from television...(this time of year they air reruns of the WXXX Holiday Jam over and over and over again, I get a lot of emails and hellos from that)...

she held up her hands and said " No no, its' not that you are somebody, you just look like somebody".

I nervously giggled , pondering what fresh hell might singe my non-somebody ego.

"You look like that actress, what's her name?".

I sighed an aging ingénue sigh of relief and said "Thank God it's an actress and not some WWF mud wrestler."

She was still lost in thought , head bowed, in her own analog middle-aged recall google ..."Candy, is her name Candy"

Uh oh, she's not naming a porn star is she, this could go south real fast....

"No , it's Elaine...no wait, DIANE LANE, that's it Diane Lane!" she is now doing the I-do-not-have-Old-Timer's-I can -remember- a damn-name-strut.

Oh, how nice , Diane Lane, what a compliment....she is wearing glasses though....maybe needs a change in prescription...

she goes on to tell me she was the production coordinator on the set when Diane Lane was in Pittsburgh shooting a movie I never saw, but how exciting....someone who actually saw Diane Lane in real life, says I look like her...this is big...and I can always use big.

I was about to engage her in a conversation about the local film industry and how we may have many folks in common but something held me back...I really don't know what.

Maybe I wanted to be just a random Diane Lane -in -my -dreams -look -alike and leave it at that.

I walked out into the parking lot with a big smile and wondered if Diane Lane drove an SUV with soccer gear and a 35 pound bag of dog food in the back...

and does she shop at Tuesday Morning to get a deal on candles...

would she buy the dark chocolate mint bar I just bought at the counter and it eat it...

or perish the thought, her next film might have a nude scene....

does she wear yoga pants to the store even though she didn't just come from yoga class?

and does she ever,

EVER,

have someone mistake her for someone else?

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