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My Jimi Hendrix Experience

by Cherokee Billie
My first time seeing Jimi Hendrix live in person!

In the fall of 1968 when I was seventeen years old a friend of mine, Bob, was visiting Los Angeles and he asked me, “Would you drive me to a rock concert at the Swing Auditorium in San Bernardino, California? I’ll pay for the gas and buy you a ticket to the concert if you’ll take me.”

“Sure”, I replied, “Who’s playing?”

“It’s a really far out guy named Jimi Hendrix. He’s the most bitchin dude I’ve ever heard. His group is called The Jimi Hendrix Experience.”

“I’ve never heard of him, but that’s okay I always like to see the latest rock-and-roll. I’ll need to get a map to figure out how to drive there. That’s a really long drive and will probably take about two hours. ”

Bob was ecstatic; “Far out, I will score the tickets right away. Later.”

That week I spoke to a friend of mine named Clay and told him, “I’m going to be taking my friend Bob to a concert out in San Bernardino to see some guy named Jimi Hendrix.”

Clay exploded with, “You’ve got to take me with you. I just love Jimi Hendrix’s righteous music. I’ll buy a ticket and help pay for the gas if you will take me?”

“Solid,” I replied, “I always like going to a concert with a lot of people. So get your ticket and meet at my house this Saturday. I’m sure Bob will have no problems about your jamming with us.”

“I’m stoked. Catch you on Saturday,” Clay said.

The three of us gathered at my house early that Saturday afternoon, Bob had brought his 35 mm camera to record the event. We set out for our rock concert journey in my 1967 lime green Ford Mustang. Bob kept stating over and over, “Hendrix has just got to play my favorite song “Purple Haze” it’s the grooviest song I’ve ever heard. I can’t wait for you to be able to hear that song.”

Many hippies with their long hair, beads, feathers, leather and non-conformist attitude of peace and love, were gathered outside the Swing Auditorium, which looked like a high school gymnasium building. The three of us were far from being hippies; we were middle class not willing to live the free lifestyle, usually drug laden, that so many flower children were involved in. It was a typical rock concert to me except it was taking place in a very out of the way location; I was use to concerts taking place in Hollywood. My main concern at that moment was remembering where the car was parked so we could find it quickly after the concert.

The three of us entered the auditorium and were disheartened to see that it was open seating. There were no assigned seats so it was a free-for-all on where you sat. I really hated this type of concert seating because if you got up to go to the bathroom you would lose your seat or your place in the crowd. The auditorium had space for about 1000 people. Bob said, “I want to get as close to the stage as possible. Let’s make a beeline to the front of the stage.” I looked up and noticed a poster hanging next to the stage. It was a picture of a young black man with crazy hair, looking very arrogant and sexy. I only liked rock-and-roll music so I was beginning to think that I was going to hear black soul music.

There were folding chairs surrounding the outer perimeter of the stage. Toward the front of the stage there was no chairs, it was just an open floor for people to stand on. Bob led the two of us to the very front of the stage, pushing and shoving whoever was in his path. I was glad that there were two young men with me so that I would not be beat up or hassled by the fans. I knew that mild hippies could go berserk without too much provocation from my previous experience of being attacked, trampled by fans, and beaten up by police at previous concerts. It was impossible for us to talk because of the loud noise of the crowd. We staked out our positions at the front of the stage.

The fire marshal came out and made an announcement, “This concert is going to be canceled due to the fire hazard of so many people unruly in this auditorium. If you don’t sit down immediately we will close down this concert.”

Suddenly this black man came on to the darkened stage and yelled into the microphone, “Shut the f**k up, I want to play.” The entire auditorium went silent and everyone sat down immediately. “Who was that?” I couldn’t see who it was because of the darkness on the stage; I had never heard anything like this being said to an audience before.

The fire marshal came back and said to the crowd,” OK because you’re all cooperating we will let this concert continue.”

The lights came on the stage; there were already musical instruments set up just waiting for the performers to bring them to life. The crowd started going crazy with excitement. The three of us were being pushed very hard into the wall of the stage. The stage was approximately five feet high and I felt like a tomato being squished against the stage, I couldn’t get any closer unless I was on the stage. I was slightly separated by a few feet from Bob and Clay, but they were still within eye contact, it reassured me to see their faces as any moment I could be pushed down or trampled by the body’s pushing me into the stage.

From offstage came these two white men with crazy Afro’s looking like tendrils reaching into the universe, one sat at the drums, the other picked up a bass guitar to play. The anxiety of the crowd increased when out came the same black man I had seen on the poster. “So this is Jimi Hendrix,” I thought to myself. He was wearing maroon colored velvet pants with an embroidered jacket, beautifully spaced out hair and carrying a white guitar. He was smiling and spoke to the crowd, “Good evening everybody, it’s really cool that you all shut up so I could play. I just want to groove with you this evening. So let me just, ah, get you experienced.” I recognized the voice as the one who had said earlier “Shut the f**k up I want to play”.

The moment Jimi strummed the first note of the guitar the audience went crazy with excitement and I realized I was not going to see a Motown soul artist. I maintained my place next to the stage as the audience was so entranced by the music they were no longer pushing and shoving. Jimi started playing a song called, “Fire”. The sounds emanating from his guitar were like a foreign language to me, mysterious, beautiful, different and dangerous. Jimi contorted his face with each chord movement; it was like seeing the chords even if you didn’t know them. The music was so loud it physically penetrated my body. It was as though I had become the instrument that he was playing. I was moving to each sound he made without any control of my body.

The next song he played changed my life forever; it was called “Purple Haze”, just like Bob had promised it was one of the greatest songs I had ever heard. During this number the time came for his solo, Jimi started playing the guitar with his teeth! Jimi didn’t miss a single chord, the music was perfect. Never had I seen anybody play the guitar with his teeth. I was mesmerized by this performance. Next he flung his guitar behind his back and continued to play, never missing a note, his face was ecstatic. I did not know any of his music so each song was a revelation to me. To my left I saw Bob clicking away on his camera-taking photograph after photograph.

Just when I thought I had seen everything Jimi surprised me further, during the song “Are You Experienced?” Jimi started his solo and went down on his knees with his guitar between his legs, moving it back and forth along his crotch, simulating masturbation. I had never seen anything like this in my life. I couldn’t believe what he was doing in front of the crowd of people. It was as though his own music sexually stimulated him. When Jimi had finished the masturbation simulation he stood up and went over to the large speakers with his guitar in front of him. Jimi started slamming his body and the guitar up against the speakers as though he was having sex with them, never missing a chord of music. The more intense the music became the faster and harder he slammed into the speakers, it was as though the music was both ecstasy and agony for Jimi.

My body continued to vibrate as Jimi played on for the next 45 minutes. I could not consciously think as the music played, every fiber of my brain was filled with music the likes of which it had never experienced before or since. There were moments in the music where I felt like I was falling backwards in time, and then Jimi would propel me forward into outer space. It became evident why the group was called “The Jimi Hendrix Experience”; there was no way you could listen to the music without experiencing your life differently from that point on.

When the concert was over Jimi said to the crowd, “It was really groovy tonight, I’m glad I was able to share my music. I wish you all peace and love.” When he exited the stage the entire auditorium went ballistic begging him to come back, which he did. His encore was the climax of the evening for me, as he played “The Star Spangled Banner” unlike any version I had ever heard before. I could just feel the bombs bursting in air and the bullets flying by, as the sounds emanated from his guitar. How this one man captured the sound of war in his guitar was amazing, the mark of a true genius.

Jimi blew kisses to the audience as he and his band exited for the last time. He left like he entered, smiling. This man seemed to truly love what he was doing at that moment. I was still feeling stunned by this experience when Bob and Clay joined me. They were just delirious about the music. As we were exiting the building there were vendors selling two different albums by Jimi Hendrix. I had to purchase the albums right then and there; I did not want to go home without being able to take a part of that experience with me.

My ears were still ringing from the vibrations of the music. The three of us were very quiet on the drive back home. We were just letting what had happened to us absorb into our beings; we each knew that we had been changed by this experience. We would never view the world and our surroundings the same after this. You cannot go back to being a regular high school kid when your whole body just went through an alignment that none of your peers had ever witnessed or felt. Jimi Hendrix said it best when he stated that once you heard his music “You’ll never hear surf music again”. Meaning that you cannot go back to the easy California lifestyle when new sounds and vibrations have expanded your mind as well as your body.

This point was brought home to me the next day. I took my two prized Jimi Hendrix albums to my girlfriend Donna’s house so she could hear the incredible masterful music I had just been enlightened by the night before. “You’re really going to like this musician. He is like nothing you have ever heard before. I can’t get over this concert,” I told her while placing the album on the record player.

She sat quietly through the first two songs before she exclaimed, “Turn that music off. It sounds like Martian music.” She wanted her music to be simple and uncomplicated. I now resonated to a different vibration. I knew I was not the same young girl I had been before. My change was mirrored to me by my girlfriend’s reaction. My consciousness had been altered forever by the magic of Jimi Hendrix’s music.

A Poem from Lisa to Me.


I will be your friend all the way until the end
I send you Light And Love from our Lord up above
Thank you for everything you have taught me
It all truly means alot to me
When you’re in heaven I will thank the Lord
for the friendship I was given
I only wish that we had more time
so I could find the right words to thank you for everything.
I don’t want to let you go, but I have no choice
I miss you I love you more.

Thank you for sending me such a beautiful tribute to our friendship. I am grateful that you have been a part of my life. I will always treasure and love you.
Cherokee Billie

Take Hold of Every Moment

by Author Unknown

A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:
“This, – he said – isn’t any ordinary package.” He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

“She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.

Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:
“Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion”.

I still think those words changed my life. Now I read more and clean less. I sit on the porch without worrying about anything. I spend more time with my family, and less at work. I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I’ll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it. I don’t save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words “Someday…” and “One Day…” are fading away from my dictionary. If it’s worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now.

I don’t know what my friend’s wife would have done if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.

She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I’d like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It’s these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come. I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters… letters that i wanted to write “One of this days”. I would regret and feel sad, because I didn’t say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them.

Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day. Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

Show Canceled

Unfortunately I will not be able to do this program due too bad health. Hopefully in the future I will be back.

Join me on Tuesday March 29, 2011 at 10:00 AM Eastern Standard Time, as I am a guest on the program Literary Scribes with the host Candy. Together we will be doing Psychic Readings for one hour. You can call with your questions at (323)-580-6728. If you are unable to join the program live you can always listen to it later as it will be available in the archives. Remember the chat room will be open for your comments as well.

I look forward to your being there.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

Are You A Light Worker?

Do you ever get the feeling that what you have experienced spiritually in your past no longer serves you and don’t feel a “fit” with other religions or beliefs? Perhaps you are someone who feels that they must strike out on their own and “leave home” so to speak. This is a time of great spiritual change as the worlds of the spirit and this material one are co-mingling. As you already “Feel” one is layered on top of the other. You are awakening to a very strong pull of the spirit that is calling to you. This pull is what some call God, source energy, and (I feel more aptly) The Light. It is a surge of spiritual power that is more solid than stone or the ground under your feet. There is no need to feel fearful. If you weren’t ready for this next step you wouldn’t have been called. It is just that simple. It is what led Buddha to renounce his life of luxury as a prince; called Christ into the wilderness and has reached out to many inspired teachers and people throughout history. It calls you to the oneness of all and to leave your old ways of fearful Us vs Them thinking behind you. You are being called to the remembering of who and what you are. You are being called into the Light. You are being called into a life of service to Life and Love.

Here is a short questionnaire that should help you find out if this is something that is calling out to you in your life.


Answer the Questions Below

1) Do you feel a sense of time urgency within you?

2) Do you feel draw to help humanity?

3) Do you feel draw to spirituality?

4) Do you get a persistent ringing sound in your ear?

5) Have you been told by others that you are too sensitive?

6) Do you feel different from others?

7) Do you believe that spiritual methods can heal any situation?

8. Do you know that you are here for a higher purpose?

If you answered yes to these questions and resonate with the definitions of a Light Worker given, the chance is that you are a light worker, however, only you can truly answer this question for yourself. You may also have tried to follow your families’ religion devoutly, but feel that you have not felt like you are getting the right answers or maybe you have just “outgrown” it and feel the need to search on your own. If you feel this need and you receive the prompts, you are on your new path. You have reached a point on your journey where you are ready for a spiritual upgrade. This is why you are here and why we are talking to each other. I have been where you are and I know the feeling of hollowness and spiritual hunger. You need renewal. In this community and similar ones you will find what you are looking for.

Know that what you are experiencing is real. Do not worry about what anyone else thinks about regarding your experience. All you have to remember is that to those of us who receive this feeling no explanation is necessary. To the others who don’t know no explanation will suffice. You are embarking on a journey that will lead you to many new and wonderful experiences.


Happy Spring Time- Shine the Diamond of your Soul!

By Cherokee Billie

It is time for us to spiritually shed the dead parts of winter from our souls and make way for the new growth that is being released at this sacred time. This is your opportunity to advance your soul growth. Do not let this moment pass you by. It is easy to say that I will do it tomorrow or the next day or the next day, and soon you will discover that ten years have gone behind you, and you will wonder what you did with your life during that time.

Blossom just like spring flowers and continue to get deeply rooted in changing your life and becoming a gentle spirit that blesses everyone you encounter. Just like angels and fairies send blessings as they pass by let this be your gift to everyone in your life.

Clean and shine the diamond of your soul and let that light shine before everyone, so that people wonder as you pass by-what it was that just touched their soul.

The Bible – Matthew 5:16 “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

I pray for you, even if I don’t know you, every day. I know that no prayer goes unanswered and I pray for each person to be touched by the spirit of love and be transformed into a sparkling diamond that reflects the light of God and Love.

Shine on you precious diamond! Ten years from now you will look back in amazement at how much you have grown and changed your part of the world.

My Spirit Encounter of the Evil Kind

by Cherokee Billie

How do you begin to tell a story about a night when you were bombarded by evil spirits? The best way is to start from the beginning.

My story begins in December 1986 when I got my first pedigree puppy, a Shih Tzu, who I named Julia. Since I never had a pedigree before, I bought a book all about the history of Shih Tzu’s. They originated in China and were not exported out of China until 1930. Prior to that they were treated like royalty because they guarded the spiritual temples from any evil spirits. They were known as the Temple Spirit Guards. I found that quite fascinating and proceeded to have my life with Julia.

Julia was a very sweet and affectionate little dog. Everyone who saw her instantly fell in love with her precious face. I was used to having dogs who loved to go wherever I did in the car, but, from the beginning, Julia would cry and scratch at the doors trying to get out. I took her to the park, and she was very unhappy. The only place she enjoyed going was to my father’s office and to visit him. My father was Cherokee and always had an instant connection with animals. For some reason he could come and take Julia off in his truck, and he would have no problem with her.

As time progressed, I decided it was best not to try to force Julia out and let her be happy and content at home. To her that was her temple and she was guarding it. I did not really understand what guarding it was for her, but I just let her do what came naturally. In time I was to have a clear understanding of her spiritual nature.

After a year and a half I got another puppy, a Yorkshire terrier named Natasha. She was much more like the dogs I had in the past and wanted to go everywhere in the car or wherever I was. She was not content to be in one place like Julia. They got along well and played and slept together. The three of us were happy together.

I moved in 1996 and Julia had no problems adapting to our new home. In 1998 I purchased my first house and had a live-in housekeeper, Teresa, move in with us. Because Teresa and I were the same age, I thought that we would have a lot in common. In the first week I realized that was not going to be the case. I asked her to watch a movie with me, and it was a comedy with a sweet scene of two people hugging in the shower that only showed them from the neck up. Teresa turned her head from the television and said, “I can’t believe they would show such filth in movies.” I was stunned. I knew then that we would never see eye-to-eye on things. Teresa made me suspicious because she was overly religious and behaved like someone who was in a cult. She was very secretive about everything, wore dresses down to the floor, and always had on long sleeved shirts buttoned to her neck, no matter what the temperature. I often wondered what she did all the hours she was alone in her room. I felt that she did spiritual or religious type rituals. I just had no idea what they were.

This house had been very special to me because it was designed by a paraplegic, who lived there until he died, and everything was designed for a disabled person. I had been disabled for eight years and needed this type of home. It was the most unique house I had ever seen. When you opened the front door, you were not in the house but in a courtyard. It was built in a C formation and Spanish styled. Everything was operated by pushbutton including opening the different doors throughout the house. I had cameras everywhere and could see what was going on inside and outside of my house. It was truly my dream home. I knew that the man who created the home had died in bed, but that did not disturb me because I felt complete peace in the home. I took my time before I purchased it making sure that I felt no negative energies. From the first day that I moved in, I knew the spirit of the previous owner was there as he would turn on lights. I asked him to stop doing that and he complied. But I could feel his gentle spirit around me.

From the moment we moved into the new home, Julia had a complete personality change. She was afraid of everything. The slightest noise would make her start crying and want to be with me. She would climb all over me in utter fear. She would try to climb onto my head when I was in bed, even if there were no sounds. The caregiver, Teresa, would take her outside and take her by the fence where there were large dogs barking. Every time Julia would come back petrified, and I told the caregiver to stop taking her to the fence. The woman simply ignored my instructions. Finally, I made it clear to Teresa that she would take Julia only in the courtyard where it was quiet or else she could leave my employment. This did help it.

I was greatly concerned, however, about Julia because she had never acted crazed. I was beginning to think that perhaps she had a mental problem or some other medical condition that was causing her to behave so unnaturally. It reached a point that I could not watch a movie because any sound would send Julia into a terrified state. She would cry and tear at my body. This was going on for months. I was concerned that I was going to have to put her to sleep because I could not control her and her life was miserable. I have always believed in the quality of life over quantity. I did my best to keep all sounds quiet.

At the end of the first year Teresa left my employment. The moment that she left my house that morning Julia instantly became calm. The difference was incredible! For the first time she slept and seemed like the happy little puppy she had always been.

That night the strangest things I have ever encountered occurred. As soon as it turned dark, I could hear the sound of people (spirits) rushing through the house. Doors were opening and closing and I could hear whispering throughout the house. It was as though Teresa had unleashed evil spirits into the house that she had been working with. Throughout the night I continued to hear all of these strange noises. Julia was alert and sitting awake throughout the entire night.

I do not get frightened by spirits because of the many times I have seen and had contact with spirits prior to this night. I found it rather annoying and who are you going to call at midnight? Ghostbusters? It was best just to ride out the situation and pray for protection.

At 5:30 that morning I heard a very strange sound. Natasha suffered from colitis and, when she was having an attack, she would walk in a circular motion on newspapers in the bathroom trying to stop the spasms. When this would happen, I would have to give her medicine. I started hearing the sound of Natasha walking on the newspapers going round and round. I began to call her to come to me. I called over and over. I could hear her walking on the newspapers, but, when I moved my arm to the left, there was Natasha lying next to me. The spirit was imitating her illness, and I became furious at that point!

How dare this spirit mimic my dog when she was sick! They had tried to upset me all night and could not, but they figured out the way to finally get to me.

I placed myself in a circle of corn meal and salt and began commanding that all negative energies and spirits leave my house by the power of the Divine Spirit. Within a few minutes the house became completely quiet.

Julia went to sleep, and I kept thinking about what had happened. The negative spirits never returned, but there were other peaceful and beautiful spirits that did manifest themselves over the years that I lived there.

I learned many different things from this. First, the incredible spiritual vision that a Shih Tzu has and why they were so revered by the Chinese is astounding. From that point on I have always trusted my animals to tell me what is going on around me.

I also learned that you cannot trust and allow people into your life without spending a great deal of time getting to know them and checking out their spirits. Teresa had many different entities attached to her, and I did not stop and think about her spirit before I allowed her to live with me. I now check out people’s spirits before they become a part of my life.

I trust that this story has opened your spiritual eyes to the gifts of animals and a deeper appreciation of the ancient teachings. Also be aware of the spirit that dwells within the people that are in your life.

Julia is a special little girl, and I am glad that she has been a part of my life.

A Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.

She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.”
He said….. “Then I thank you from my heart.” As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.

Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.

He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.
She read these words…..
“Paid in full with one glass of milk”
Dr. Howard Kelly

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: “Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.”

Peace of Mind

Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. This was in the initial days. While they were travelling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there.”

The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that some people were washing clothes in the water and, right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid. The disciple thought, “How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink!” So he came back and told Buddha, “The water in there is very muddy. I don’t think it is fit to drink.”

After about half an hour, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake. This time he found that the lake had absolutely clear water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Buddha.

Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said, “See what you did to make the water clean. You let it be … and the mud settled down on its own – and you got clear water… Your mind is also like that. When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don’t have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless.”

What did Buddha emphasize here? He said, “It is effortless.” Having ‘peace of mind’ is not a strenuous job; it is an effortless process. When there is peace inside you, that peace permeates to the outside. It spreads around you and in the environment, such that people around start feeling that peace and grace.

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