Melissa Hevenor
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Summer Daze is Coming to an End; Moving Forward to Being on the Mend

Tuesday, August 18th, 2015

I’ve spent a lot of time recently, thinking about the summer, and all that I hoped to do. The summer definitely did not turn out as planned, but there were big blessings and lessons in trusting and faith that I am eternally grateful for, and, looking back, I wouldn’t ask for anything else. I had hoped to go to California, New York,  Maryland, and Disney World. Instead, it was considered a good week if I could make it out of bed and go somewhere local for a couple of hours. I love my gift of foreseeing the future, and while at times it can be frustrating not to be able to foresee my own, I certainly understand why, in the long run, that, too, is a blessing. If I knew that I would get two kidney infections, a stomach infection, have countless days with fever and pain, multiple trips to the E.R., and two hospitalizations this summer, I might have tried to build my own time machine, and get the hell out of this lifetime. However, not knowing that all of that was in store this summer, theres no time machine in my closet, and I have learned multiple lessons about my own strength and about being grateful for even the smallest moments that are pain or fever-free. I’ve also learned to submerge myself in the harmonious waves of music that has always served as my lifejacket in life, to keep me from drowning, when the storms come rolling in one after another. Literally, when I lose my breath from pain, music breathes new life into my body.

I have also found myself repeatedly thankful for social media. We hear of many negative things about social media, bullying and the loss of social interaction as a symptom of a society obsessed with technology. Very seldom do we focus on the positive aspects of social media. Lately, I have been recognizing and grateful for the positives of social media. YouTube videos have become a therapeutic outlet to share my journey and, at the same time, a motivator to connect and work with make-up, when the last thing I’m feeling is beautiful. I learned to use YouTube as my therapy, and find passion with the art of make-up, from one the greatest inspirations and make-up gurus ever born, Talia Joy Castellano.

Tomorrow is her birthday, and while she is no longer here with us in the physical form, all those that love her, have chosen to celebrate the day that she was born, and all the blessings that her life poured upon the world, in large part, through social media.

On days when I miss my long hair, and the multitude of colors that it has been over the years, I watch her videos for inspiration, to make me proud to be part of the “Bald is Beautiful” crowd. YouTube has also allowed me to chronicle the blessings and fun memories sprinkled in moments of calm before the next storm. Also, social media has allowed me to reach out, publicly, as I’ve needed a helping hand to brace the storms that illness can bestow on you financially. The response I’ve received in terms of financial donations, big and small, prayers, and care packages, has truly been overwhelming and kept me going during these last few rounds of the battle to be well. I wanted to extend my sincerest thank you and, while neither the storms nor the battle are far from over, the light at the end of the tunnel has begun to seep through and become visible, allowing me once again, to stay focused on my career goals of creating a larger platform from which to inspire, uplift and share love with all walks of life. Though most of my day tomorrow will be spent in the doctor’s office, keeping the beast at bay, I will be watching YouTube and sharing Talia’s story multiple times, with other patients and medical practitioners, who always seem to approach and say, “Hey there! What’cha watching?” I wish, more than anything, Talia could still be here, in the flesh, to celebrate her birthday Hawaiian style with her family and friends. While this is impossible, I do find comfort in knowing that she will, most certainly, be able to multi-task in spirit and be with her family, friends and drop in on me at the doctor all at the same time.

Ironically, my communication with Talia happened via the computer, and a majority of my interaction with others, is happening through e-mail. I find great joy in doing the e-mail readings because they are logistically easier, allowing me to work on them when I’m feeling well, while simultaneously preventing exposure to others, for fear of catching something because of my lowered immune system. The e-mail readings also force me to use my gift in a different way. I have to contain the energy connection, made when connecting to the composer of the e-mail, and become even more meticulous with my listening skills, to translate the messages from Spirit onto the page. There is a subtlety and precision that comes with this form of reading, that carries with it, a different type of frequency and focus needed. This e-mail-based time period of work will only enhance my gift, and from it, spiritual development has certainly emerged. Among my newly-inspired social media projects, is my account on the Periscope platform. This is a mobile cell phone app, that allows you to video yourself live, and connect with those that follow you on Periscope. This app gives me the opportunity to, once again, begin doing my radio show, Latte of Heaven, that I dearly loved doing, weekly, over the internet. I plan to broadcast, ia Periscope, once a week, Thursday nights at 7 p.m. EST, allowing for followers to ask question s and interact during each broadcast covering an array of spiritual topics, inspiration, and hopefully entertainment along the way. Of course, I will use that platform to also spread awareness about childhood cancer within the parameters of the predominantly spiritual broadcast.

I pray that as each of you look back over your summer, you find the blessings within even the darkest storms, that are there to, ultimately, teach us lessons in gratitude for life’s beautiful summer, sunny daze.

Enraptured in the Immortal Presence that is Michael Jackson

Saturday, May 24th, 2014

This week has been one of the most fun-filled and gratifying blessings since the beginning of 2014. My birthday began before the 22nd and has continued through the Memorial weekend. One of the best gifts I received were tickets to the Cirque de Soleil concert honoring the late Michael Jackson. I had been counting the days for this concert weeks ahead of time. From a very young age, I felt a strong connection with MJ in his Mad Hatter genius attempts to facilitate social change in the artistic platform of music. Of course, in the early 80’s, I knew nothing more than “I like the beats and his shiny, sparkly gloves.” Though, looking back, I now realize that even back then, I was attracted to his light. At the age of 10, I begged for my own sparkly white glove. Not wanting to spend money, my aunt made me one, with a glove and some silver glitter, but I wore it with pride and joy. Then, when he appeared in Disney’s Epcot Center, in a 3-D movie with E.T., I was elated. When we made our first journey to Disney, and watched that attraction four times, while my cousins went on other rides in the park, it didn’t matter what the song was, if Michael’s name was attached to it, I was a fan. I remember the exact moment that I heard of his passing. Where I was and who I was with. It was a moment in time that will forever leave a void in  my heart and soul. Very shortly after his passing, I began feeling a connection with him in spirit, and even was told to take a picture in my bedroom late at night, and I would see his image. I did so, and there it was. The outline of his head with his infamous hat on. From that moment on, I have been blessed with numerous interactions with him in spirit, so I was elated when I received tickets to the Cirque du Soleil show on the 23rd.

The show captured his childlike personality, that longed for a childhood lost early on, but captured in his humor, music and many projects. My favorite part of the show was when the acrobatic performers wore silver-lighted costumes as they twirled in the air, in front of a backdrop made from what looked like a galaxy, creating the illusion of falling stars, to the rythymic magic that is his music. There was one performer that had only one leg, but he did Michael’s dance moves impeccably, occasionally using decorated crutches that blended and moved so flawlessly with his body that it was easy to forget that he only had one limb. A contortionist also glided across the pages of an enormous storybook, moving like a spider, ghost or gumbie-like superhuman, that moved in ways unthinkable to the human mind. The last moments that I have to acknowledge are those watching a young man who was afflicted with Down’s Syndrome, dressed in full Michael attire, complete with the red leather jacket, black shiny shoes, white glove and sparkly socks. When the classic Michael songs poured from the speakers, he would jump up from his seat and break out in Michael moves. His aura expanded so quickly, showing every color and his heart chakra was so full and blossomed from his body, that I felt blessed to be a part of his joy. How I longed to tell him that Michael Jackson was dancing his ass off in Spirit right alongside him. Of course, I didn’t. But, I took the moment in, knowing that it was one I’d never experience again, and one I’ll always treasure in my heart. It was surprising that, seemingly, the audience remained seated throughout the entire show. I, of course, danced my ass of in my wheelchair, which, a couple of times, I truly thought was going to bounce right off of the floor. Michael told me what parts of the show he treasured most, and what he would change, and also helped my understanding of the time that he had here on the planet. This understanding will forever impact my time on the planet, as spiritually, I know as I carry on, his spirit of love, social acceptance, saving the planet, and helping humanity and the insatiable passion to create lyrics and music, carries on.

Birthday Wishes and Dreams Come True

Friday, May 16th, 2014

The month of May is often a difficult, though blessed, month for me. In the month of May, we celebrate the miraculous gift of motherhood and Mothers. I was blessed to have not one but four mothers. My aunt Nell, I often joked, and called her “the Dad.” She mowed the lawn, paid the bills, did handiwork around the house and was, most certainly, the glue that held the family together. That being said, she was also gentle, feminine, and had the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. She was always there to help anyone in need, and had an undying belief that deep down, all people were good at their cores. She taught me that I could be anything and always tried, as best she could, to make my life easy, so that I could have a chance to be a child, and reach my greatest potentials. My aunt Imogene definitely handled more of the domestic responsibilities, as she prepared delicious homemade meals with the beautiful presentation of a renowned chef. If you were sick, she was always there with the love and care of a mother, but the knowledge and resourcefulness of a nurse. Sometimes, she seemed a bit tougher, making sure that you were too sick to go to school or asking when you get your report card, why there weren’t straight A’s but deep down, it was only because she wanted you to be your best and exemplify integrity. My grandmother taught me to love the arts, to be a lady, to be organized, and to pursue my dreams, no matter what they were. She, too, was meticulous and paid careful attention to detail., to reach perfection. She also often could be misunderstood as a critic, but also had the amazing ability to be funny and teach you to laugh at yourself. Then, of course, there is my biological mother. She had a great many struggles in life, and from an early age, lost her way in an effort to handle those struggles. I spent much of my youth longing for the type of mother that my friends had, who could be dependable, and offer so many things that I am grateful now that my aunts and grandmother did. I am so grateful that once I grew up, I learned to forgive my  mother, and cherish and honor the things about her that I was blessed to inherit, like: her amazing ability to write, her love for all types of music, her childlike giggle when something was amusing, and her enthusiasm for social issues that she felt were important, like: animal rights, equality for all, and upholding the democracy of this country, just to name a few.

Now that my mothers are in heaven, Mother’s Day can be a bit somber, but I feel their love all the time, and I’m eternally grateful for the strong spiritual connection that my biological mother and I share now that she’s in heaven, that we could not always share when she was on earth.

May is also the month of my birthday, and I know that my mothers as well as Michael Jackson, helped me to secure tickets to the Cirque de Soleil honoring MJ’s life and music career, that I will attend later this month. I will also celebrate my birthday this weekend, and continue the celebration past my birthday, as I was always taught that your birthday should always be at least a week’s celebration. This month has also been filled with blessings already, as I was recently encouraged to write my own screenplay based on my autobiography. As many of you know, I’ve been working towards making my autobiography into a motion picture for quite a long time. The issue, however, is that many of the writers involved did not grasp the spiritual element, embracing the connection between me and my guide, Robin. So, after much deliberation, it was decided that I should try writing the screenplay myself. Screenplay writing is not something I’m unfamiliar with, though most of my experience is with television screenplays. Therefore, it is a bit daunting to think about writing a feature film screenplay, particularly one that I am so close to. After hours of meditation, I’ve been guided to try in faith and ask my readers to help along the way. I will be making an audio recording of many of the chapters, with commentary from myself, to help those of you who haven’t read it, to get involved. The motivation behind this project is solely to spread my story and help people realize no matter what cards they’ve been dealt in life, there is a spiritual reason that each person was chosen for their circumstance, and with love and faith in the Divine, as well as for oneself, nothing can not be overcome. In the second half of May, it will be filled with birthday wishes that will miraculously manifest into dreams coming true.