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Happy 53rd Birthday Johnny Depp!

Wishing you many more years

June 09, 2016 Johnny Depp turns 53 years old. Johnny proves that good things do get better with age! He has been a part of our culture for so long and he inspires and motivates many people. I send out best wishes and blessings to him on his birthday. I hope that he has a wonderful day with family and friends, and lives a long time so that he continues to delight and entertain us.

This past month has been quite difficult for Johnny with the loss of his beloved mother and the end of his short marriage. I’m sure that this Birthday will be much different for him. Losing a parent is a hard thing and especially the one you are very close to. I’m glad that he is busy with performing his music worldwide as I know that music is his love and I’m sure that it’s very healing for him.

Johnny is a fine actor who always surprises me with his performances. I hope someday he makes a CD of his own music. He is a fine musician who accidentally fell in to acting. Some people do not realize that he came to Los Angeles to be a rock star. He was destined for fame one way or another and it came to him through acting.

Worldwide this man is loved and there has to be something beautiful inside of his soul to attract so much love. He definitely has the key to touch the hearts of so many. He is quite a remarkable actor, musician, and seems like a nice man who has learned a lot of spiritual truth. His role choices are often quirky and he brings to each one uniqueness and strength quite unmatched by the majority of movie ’stars’.

I know that I have Johnny Depp Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. This infection started for me around 1993 and has progressed over the years. The first movie that really caught my attention was “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.” I knew after seeing that movie that there was a lot more to Johnny Depp then just being a pretty boy. Over the years he has proven what a fine actor he is. The diversity of roles that he chooses is astounding. I’m sure each one of you has a favorite movie or character that he has played. Please share your thoughts about Johnny Depp in honor of his birthday.

It would certainly be the biggest thrill of my life if I could meet Johnny Depp. I might as well put it out to the universe because miracles do happen!

A Dose of Depp a day keeps the doctor away!

Many blessings to you Johnny,
Cherokee Billie

P.S. Don’t tell anyone, but I have a crush on Johnny!

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Canceled Christmas-A Memoir

Canceled Christmas-A Memoir

I was nine years old when my mother canceled Christmas in 1960.  She announced, “There’s not going to be any Christmas in this house ever again.”  With that statement she retreated into my parents’ bedroom.  She did not come out of the bedroom for several weeks.  I did not know what the reason was for this cancellation nor was I told.

School had just let out for Christmas vacation and now I was to reside in the heavy atmosphere that my mother had just left with no means of escape.  It was as though an atomic bomb had dropped right in to my house with my mother’s statement.  I had completed a Nativity scene, for school, that was placed inside a cardboard box, blue painted, with clear plastic on the outside giving it a three-dimensional look.  I wondered what I should do with this since Christmas was canceled.

There was no Christmas tree.  There were no outside decorations.  There was no Christmas candy.  There was no Christmas dinner.  There were no presents.  It felt as though Christmas had died in our house, and unlike Jesus it was not going to be resurrected.

I was an only child and did not have any friends.  My parents had moved to Los Angeles, California from Tennessee, and did not trust the big city.  I was not allowed to have friends at the house because both of my parents worked and I was home all-alone.  My mother was afraid if people knew I was home alone I would be kidnapped or something much worse.  She was always telling me, “Now don’t tell anybody you are home alone after school.  You just come home right after school and lock the door.  Don’t open the door for anybody.”

My after school companions were children’s cartoons television hosts, Skipper Frank, Sheriff John, and Tom Hatten from the Popeye show.  My kindergarten teacher had told my mother, three years earlier, that I spent too much time watching television.  Of course my mother never told the teacher that she wasn’t home in the afternoons.  I never knew what it was like to play games, ride my bike, skip rope, roller skate or any other normal childhood activity, since I was confined to my house.  My only friends I viewed on the black and white television in the living room and for some reason we weren’t able to play games or converse.

My mother’s violent temper manifested itself from the time I can remember. I learned early in my life to avoid my mother as much as possible.  Otherwise I would be subjected to a verbal lashing, “You are so stupid.”  She was telling me constantly, “People are no good.  You can’t trust anyone.  Don’t ever trust your daddy, he is a liar.”  By the age of five I had decided I would never have children, as I did not want to inflict the same mental pain that I received from my mother.

The previous year, 1959, I had hidden outside, in the shrubbery, as I heard my mother throwing plates at my father while screaming, “You’re a liar.  You lie about everything.”  My mother was always angry with my father.  I never understood why.  He was my daddy and I saw him as a deity.

My father worked long hours in the aerospace industry, standing all day working at industrial machines, and I did not see him very often.  He worked most weekends, which left very little time for me. My father came from poverty and was determined to make a better life for his family and himself.  I worshiped my father.  He seemed larger than life.  There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do.  But even my father, with all his talents and ability, could not change what was going on in our household.

The weekend before Christmas my father took me to Folb’s Toy Store and told me, “You pick out whatever you want for Christmas.”  I had always wanted a Shirley Temple doll, since I spent a great deal of time with her in television land.  So I chose a Shirley Temple Doll.  Little Shirley was always an orphan in her movies, who was so precocious that people fought to adopt her.  No one wanted me was how I felt.  I couldn’t sing or dance I was not Shirley.

I couldn’t play with the doll once I brought her home. I would look at her face smiling at me, and wished Shirley could make everything better, for me, like she did in the movies.  I wanted to play with her but every time I looked at the doll I wondered what I had done wrong, making my mother cancel Christmas?

I loved my father so much for making sure that I had at least one toy that Christmas. I knew my father loved me but he had very little time to give to me.  I wanted his time more than I wanted presents

Many years have passed since the canceled Christmas.  My parents are no longer alive.  I have moved many times even to different countries and I still have that Shirley Temple Doll in the original box looking brand new.  I never played with that doll.  But every time I look at the box and see the doll inside I think of the love that my father had for me that Christmas and I cry.

Cherokee Billie

 

The Spirits Are Busy In My Apartment!

The Spirits Are Busy In My Apartment!  Click picture for full article.
I wrote a few days ago about my mother manifesting herself to me from spirit. It seems like a lot of spiritual activity is being generated and I think my mother is bringing in all these lovely spirits.

Last week I noticed the light in my laundry room, which is down the hallway from my bedroom, was left on by my caregiver and I called her and told her. She said she was sure she had turned it off. I asked her to pay more attention to turning it off.

Saturday night at about 7:00 PM I went to the bathroom and could see down the hallway and there were no lights left on. Later at 10:00 PM I went back to the bathroom and the light in the laundry room was on. I know positively that there was no light earlier and I started laughing because I know its Spirit wanting me to know that they are here.

The last time I had many spirits staying with me was over twelve years ago. I moved into a house in 1998 that had been custom designed by a paraplegic. He had died in that house. It only took a few days after moving in before he started manifesting his presence by turning on lights. Those who have passed on are energy and they often manifest themselves through electronics. From there a multitude of spirits started coming around. Sometimes as I would be sleeping there would be many walking around my bedroom quietly, but the sound of the carpet moving would wake me up, I could actually see them at this point, and I would ask them to please be quiet and they always cooperated. I continued to have many spirits visit me in this house.

Many of my friends had scary experiences seeing different spirits throughout my house. Even my cleaning lady who could not speak English came out of my bedroom scared one day and was able to tell me about a spirit that came out of the closet and frightened her. My best friend saw the same spirit coming out of my closet and it scared him. Everyone was afraid of my kitchen as they felt incredible cold in the kitchen.

I would keep myself surrounded in God’s White Light and trust that I would be protected. Eventually I sold this home, but it still holds a very special place in my heart.

Personally I enjoy the spirits being active around me. It gives me comfort and I don’t feel so alone. Yes, I have caregivers, but they are not with me 24 hours a day, because I cannot afford 24 hour care at this time.

I do ask that the spirits turn off the light because it’s running up the electric bill. It’s wonderful to know that I am connecting more with spirit than before. I find myself spending more time quiet and projecting myself into spirit. I can tell that my psychic abilities have increased tremendously over the past two months. Being alone and quiet seems to be the only way I can cope with all that is going on in my life.

Remember not all spirits that appear are negative and as long as you keep yourself spiritually protected you will be fine.

I hope to see more spiritual activity in my apartment and I will let you know about it.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie
CherokeeBillie.com

In Loving Memory of Sharon Tate

Tomorrow marks the 43th anniversary of the passing of beloved 60s actress, Sharon Tate. I became a fan of hers in 1967 when I saw her performance in Valley Of The Dolls. She stood out from all of the others in the movie not just because of her beauty, but something within her made me admire her. By all accounts, she was a remarkably beautiful, kind, and down-to-earth person. She was also a talented and bright rising star as well as an expectant mother. She was a popular model in the 60’s because of her outstanding beauty. She never had a bad word to say about anybody. Everyone who knew her loved her.

Roman Polanski has stated that he still remembers her and the time that they were together as the happiest in his life. He said she always carefully packed his suitcase and whenever he travels he always remembers that.

It is a huge disservice to Sharon’s legacy that she is often remembered for the wrong reasons. Sharon Tate was so much more than just a murder victim. I believe that a greater emphasis should be placed on the amazing life that she led during her all too brief time on Earth rather than focusing solely on her tragic death.

You will always live on in the hearts of your loved ones and devoted fans. Gone, but never forgotten. Here is a lovely video tribute to her.

Sharon Marie Tate Polanski January 24, 1943 – August 9, 1969

The Secret Ears

“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped.

The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.

When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy… called me a freak.”

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.

“But, you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done?

“I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Whereupon, the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by.

Then his father said, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But, it’s a secret who it is.”

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later, he married and entered the diplomatic service.

“But, I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.”

“I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but, the agreement was that you are not to know… not yet.”

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. It was one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears.

“Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?”

Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but in what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done and not known.

On My 60Th Birthday I Give Women Words Of Wisdom To Live By


1. Aspire to be Barbie – the bitch has everything.

2. If the shoe fits – buy them in every color.

3. Take life with a pinch of salt… A wedge of lime, and a shot of tequila.

4. In need of a support group? – Cocktail hour with the girls!

5. Go on the 30 day diet. (I’m on it and so far I’ve lost 15 days).

6. When life gets you down – just put on your big girl panties and deal with it.

7. Let your greatest fear be that there is no PMS and this is just your personality.

8. I know I’m in my own little world, but it’s ok. They know me here.

9 Lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself.

10. Don’t get your knickers in a knot; it solves nothing and makes you walk funny.

11. When life gives you lemons – buy some Coronas.

12. Forget about the perfect man – he’s living in San Fran with his boyfriend.

13. Keep your chin up, only the first 40 years of parenthood are the hardest.

14. If it has tires or testicles it’s gonna give you trouble.

15. By the time a women realizes her mother was right, she has a daughter who thinks she’s wrong.

‘Good friends are like stars… You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there’

Natalee Holloway’s mother sneaks into jail, confronts suspect

‘She’s still looking for answers … she wants to bring her daughter home’
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39225781/ns/world_news-americas/

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