Many years ago I worked in Westwood, CA right near the well-known Westwood Village Memorial Park…where many famous people are buried (Natalie Wood, Marilyn Monroe, Eva Gabor, etc.) Because I love cemeteries and because it’s pretty and serene, I would usually sit in the park during my lunch hours. One day I got the urge to sit in a totally different area (I usually sat near Natalie Wood’s grave) so I walked to the other side of the cemetery and sat on a bench near some wall graves. I honestly did not pay any attention to what was around me when I sat down. I started meditating and hadn’t been doing so for very long before I suddenly CLEARLY heard Dean Martin singing, “Everybody loves somebody sometime…” Then, I SAW Dean Martin! My clairvoyance is not my strongest gift, so whenever I see anything it catches me off guard. He was there, leaning on a black grand piano, a drink in one hand and I think a cigarette in another…with this huge smile on his face grinning at me. And then he flirtatiously winked!
He then proceeded to tell me some things. For the life of me, I can’t remember most of it now, but what I do remember is that he wanted me to give Shirley MacLaine (one of his very dear friends in life) a message. He told me to tell her that she really needed to get back on the theatrical stage…that it was important after years of film work. I thought, “Okay, but how am I supposed to give her this message?” And he was gone. At that point, I looked to my right and BAM, I was sitting right next to his grave site and “Everybody loves somebody…” was on it!
Now, it takes a lot to freak me out, but that freaked me out!
About 2 weeks later, as “fate” would have it, I saw a notice saying that Shirley MacLaine would be up in Northridge (or somewhere in the San Fernando Valley) to talk and sign copies of her then newly released book, “The Camino”. Of course I had to go. The timing was too perfect. When I got to the signing, there was a great turnout and Shirley was very busy talking to people and signing lots of books. By the time I got to her, she was understandably getting pretty burned out and didn’t even really look up at me as I gave her my name to inscribe. I then started blabbering about what happened in the cemetery with Dean. Because she probably gets lots of people saying they’ve contacted her friends, I’m sure she didn’t really believe me at first…or was just too tired to care. She was listening, but focused on what she was doing. But then I said the part about how he wanted her to get back to stage work and she stopped in mid writing and looked up at me, with a look of comprehension and surprise. She then thanked me for the message and told me that she had been considering going back to do some stage work. I don’t know if she ever did, as I’m used to seeing her (I’m a huge fan) in films, but I hope she did. I once said that I wished I could have Shirley’s life…that she had done everything that is my passion…acting, singing, dancing, writing, meeting powerful healers/psychics/spiritual leaders, traveling to sacred sites, AND hosting a website that teaches important metaphysical truths (see http://www.shirleymaclaine.com – I have a UFO story/photo on her site from Dec. 2005).
Dean Martin coming to me was a lovely gift…and I’m grateful. It was great to be serenaded, if even for just a few moments. Just another little bit of proof that our bodies are simply clothing and that the real us lives on forever.
Carrie (a.k.a. Atheria)