ELVIS TELL ME WHY
by HEART LANIER SHAPRE'
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edited: Monday, July 14, 2008
Posted: Monday, July 14, 2008
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The following is Elvis' way of visiting during the writing...
ELVIS...TELL ME WHY
I suppose one would say what you arereading is "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" tales. Call it wht you may, providing you grasp and absorb the information and experience related yo you for enlightmentpurposes. It took me many years to come to light on the supernatural happenings I had experienced. There is something mysterious, in those moment that open and live in a higher dimension. I say it is a matter of consciousnes and good fortune.
Dear friends, Cathy, Anna an Chip called, 'you must ee th Elvis Statue in the Goodwill Store..." so I drove over doubting I would buy it, apartment too small. I realized it was identical to one Ihad seen in the Imperial Palace on the Las Vegas Strip. Aftr looking around, I went to the cashier to pay for the jacket I had selected then the words sliped out, "the Elvis statue too".
My good friend Larry was at the coffee shop where I stopped on the wayhome. I asked if he knew anyone with a small truck. He said how about the red one sitting outside the door? larry transported Elvis to my living room, found"the" place surrounded bymany Elvis mementos. He looked at hom so we just sor'a chuckled about it.
Each time entering theliving room, I jolted - the statue took me by surprise for several weeks. One night an extremely uinusual performance took lace. Awakened about 3AM, I sat u on the sofa and the Elvis pillow on the chair across the room lit up around his face in a strand of small blinking lights.
Next awareness, I was standing between the dining room and living room and the statue came alive. Elvis was smiling and silently playing his guitar, his mouth moving and sported a bright smile, minding his own business. I don't remember tuning the lights on but I do remember there was a glow enabling a view of what was going on. Not to faint as all of this was in a seeming normal atmosphere, I walked to the kitchen to capture what had just taken place and lo a picture collage of Elvisd on the dining room wall lit up, became three-dimensional and all five of the drawings covering the range from his beginning to the last) danced.
I quietly returned to my sleep and did not talk abaout this experience until I was with Cathy, Anna and Chip at Christmas 2004.
I gave it a test a few days later and one arm of the stasue swong evr so lightly back and forth. A sense of humor?
Another night, i do not know - I was awakened again and mysight immediatelywas taken to hisleft had moving over theguitarynec. I justfell back to sleep as Ifiured hewas telling me one more time this is for real.
When the time is right, more will be revealed I am certain.
ELVIS, TELL ME WHY - but i do realize as I reflect, that this connection began a long, long time ago and threre is a power greater than we as individuals who could not make something like this visit happen...unless someone did a wiring set-up but this was not the case.
I was left enlightened, flattered, amazed, reinforced and believing the unbelieveable. it wa a most unique experience.
las Vegas, NV
January 30, 2005
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