Friday, September 12, 2014

Step Right Up, Ladies and Gents!

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do!”

I’m not going to go all out to be mysterious. I am gonna do my best to tell you like it is (and has been).

But darn this “Prophecy” thing of mine -- and the adventure it presaged -- is not an easy thing to tell, much less write about in 5oo words or so.

So, I have asked Jack Slattery, my Possible Society In Motion Radio Show co-host, to help me tell my tale to you , as best as I can, on my Anastasia The Storyteller Radio Show.

The BIG DAY for the beginning of my disclosures about “My Prophecy,” richly expanded by live broadcast and discussion, is tentatively set to be Saturday, October 25 on Anastasia The Storyteller -- if a) Jack can make it; and b) “G-d willing and the creek don’t rise,”

(In the meantime you can read a "draft" text outline about My Prophecy here.)

This tantalizing program, “Anastasia’s Prophecy Comes Alive,” will be preceded by a prelude kind of show titled,

“Anastasia,The Super Sleuth Says –“

Saturday, September 27, 2014

desribed as follows –

"Anastasia The Storyteller" is also Anastasia The Super Sleuth, who is also the Executive Director of the New Horizons’ Support Network, Inc., a community development and violence prevention non-profit organization. 
As the lead researcher of New Horizons' Possible Human, Possible Society Study, I (Anastasia) have/has been re-discovering an innate capacity to move beyond the "Cost of The Quiet" in order to make explicit the dire societal and political problems that each and every one of us could help reverse, if only we would.
Who could have known what this study could bring?

"Anastasia, The Super Sleuth" among other things.!
On this program, "Anastasia, the Super Sleuth" begins opening the doors to the adventure she has been on that has now become the Possible Society In Motion Project and its associated study, as well as  the various other programs and projects of the New Horizons Support Network, Inc.
Read Anastasia’s/my behind-the-scenes anecdotes on the "Anastasia The Storyteller" blog site for personal stories that brought NewHorizons into being and has sustained it through some very dark times to findthe Light it is now seeing.
Also visit the New Horizons' Small "Zones of Peace" Project blog site for how viewpoints, personal and professional, are presently being put into play at New Horizons. 

The best is yet to come!
Anastasia The Super Sleuth says, "It Doesn't Have To Be This Way."
Details on these shows, broadcast or podcast are at:
P.S. If this all is not enough to satisfy your curiosity, please write me at:, for a summary description text about "My Prophecy", now in progress, along with the rest of my life. 

I will send you a personal copy via email.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Making It Relevant

Writing a memoir is not the equivalent of a text or a tweet. Writing memoir is serious business. Not given to even having a Facebook account and barely grasping what Twitter and tweets are really about, I do, at least, understand them to be a short form of communication, if true communication is what they are really about.

However, if one is to genuinely make the commitment to communicating through memoir in this day and age of sound-bytes, there must be some intention of deep devotion. Otherwise, why bother with the long form when the short might suffice?

Especially as one’s readers are not going to take anywhere near the author’s time investment for writing in imbibing said product.

With these contemplations in mind, I got to thinking about my intentions for writing this story I have titled, Hot Pants, Motorcycles And K Street: In The Era Before Watergate, this past week, as well as my envisioned end point for the project.

There are, indeed, multiple agendas for the venture as well as a number of desired outcomes. Among them, of course, is the setting-the-record straight one. Along with that one goes the telling of my truth as best I know it and the leaving behind of some form of coherent legacy.

Then it occurred to me that there is, also, an intention to offer some sort of wisdom to readers, if, indeed, there are to be any or, hopefully, many. There is a yearning, of course, to want one’s life to have made some kind of sense to oneself as well as those left behind. A wish for the trials and tribulations to have accrued a few worthy lessons to pass on. These are woven into my agendas and the hoped for results of the undertaking.

A wish that the life journey one has traveled might be of some benefit to those who are to come after, to even offer a bit of hope to others in moments of challenge. These, too are present. My particular objectives, also, include a wish that some unknown others might ease the distress so many of us are feeling in these troubled times about our society and politics.

At the outside edge, for me, there is even a yearning that from what I have learned and share others might discover hints on how to be game changers in this crazy off balance world in which we are now living. I think I’d like that a lot; to be remembered as someone who had grown astute enough to know how to upset the applecart of the dark side and its malicious aspirations.

I own that I have that kind of mischievousness in me.

I hope the markers I am intent on leaving behind will inspire that in some, perhaps for the courageous, as I have been, or maybe the foolhardy which I also have been. Remember to always try to manage this track with fun, if you can.

The making relevant of this tome of mine, in progress, was energetically discussed by my honorary daughter, Terry, my long-time friend, Gloria Livingston, and myslf on my “Anastasia The Storyteller Radio Show” when I had just begun to write Hot Pants, Motorcycle and K Street last year.

I listened to the podcast today, again, to gain some perspective on the issue of making this book relevant. The podcast gave me some reminders of what we were considering about my book writing project, then, at its outset. And, I gained some insight from hearing the show again. 

You might also. You can hear that show, “Making It Relevant” with this link.

Your comments on the project are welcomed. I am intent on writing this book in a kind of “we” process though the main effort is mine.

Terry, in particular, helped me, then, to stay straight on the issue of how my stories can be made relevant. She has always done that for me. I invite you to contribute the same.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Living Prophecy, Not Only Receiving It

Forty years is a very long time, in my book, to trust that a single prophecy might mean something in one’s life. But now, as I look back on it and try to piece together what has happened for me since; the how and why of it, the miracle astounds me.

But what is prophecy anyway?

Wikipedia defines “prophecy” as a statement that something will happen in the future or the power or ability to know what will happen in the future.

This is exactly how it was for me on August 7, 1974, the day before Nixon resigned his presidency as a result of the Watergate scandal.

I got my “instructions” while I was lying on a gurney in a recovery room. I had just come out of surgery for a corneal transplant. It was my fourth transplant and whereas the other three had failed this one would succeed. It would serve me well for close to twenty-five years, only to reject in the heat of another presidential scandal; the Clinton-Lewinsky affair.

That circumstance might alert you to the significance for me regarding Watergate and that which was to become my life-long passion since; to answer one question, answer it well and share what I have learned.

The question was: How could the President of the United States of America lie to the American people?

And, its corollary: How could so many people believe this lying president, or seem to?
Forty years it has now been since that prophecy. And the prophecy and my passion to follow it has defined the course of my life.

What I now know about both “analyzing and solving the problem” is golden!

The only challenge is that “knowing” and “doing” are not the same. The solution or solutions, as it turns out, are totally a “we” thing.

Now, I believe that a Power Greater Than Myself brought me a metaphorical golden goose, named Martin G. Groder, M.D.. Marty, according to my personal myth did give me the golden egg he laid. As a result of my having had this particular prophecy given to me, it came to pass, then, that this especially glorious egg just happened to be the perfect alchemical ingredient to make the prophecy fluorish.

This in itself was the first miracle of the prophecy. 

If you believe in miracles, continue on to discover my tale in full, sooner or later.

My task, now, is to pass on to you what this prophecy brought me to discover, making clear, as I do, how we can, together, utilize what came to be of it to help make a glorious soufflé of the days of our lives -- and -- a legacy to pass on to those who come after us.

This is in alignment with the instructions of my prophecy.

I will tell you more as we go forward from here.

Yet I may still be talking around it, in your opinion.

But I think I am getting closer and closer to the precise telling. At least enough so that you will be able to ask informed questions of me – and – get more completely to the essence of it all, for yourself.

This will enable you to take what I offer. Perhaps, merge it with your own intuitive and/0r scientific knowledge and then move ever more closely to the best possible life you and I can imagine.

At a point I believe we will be able to discuss this on my “Anastasia The Storyteller Radio Show” when the time is right.

Thus, the “Cost of the Quiet,” at least on my end will, hopefully, be recouped.

But my goodness what a cost there has been carrying it until now!

Monday, September 1, 2014

The Prophecy: Part 2

Darn – in my mind’s eye I had it all planned out to tell you, my devoted visitors, the details of my prophecy and my experience of it. It was given to me on August 7, 1974, the day before Nixon resigned his presidency. I thought I would celebrate the fortieth anniversary by sharing it, or at least some time in August, 

But I’m not ready yet.

This prophecy, the one and only of my life, has so much shaped my life that I must do it the justice it deserves. It has so much to do with everything I hold dear for me and about me – and – for and about New Horizons. I cannot simply spill it all out in one gull swoop dive.

I’ve got to lead up to it, talk around and about it.

Since I am not given to teasing (or at least not much), allow me to direct you to a description of my prophecy by another writer, my dear friend, investigative journalist and author, G.M. (Mike) Corrigan.

I have just recalled that Mike described my prophecy in his Frederick News Post article about me and New Horizons in a lovely interview, "Finding Light In The Darkness," August 6, 2006.

Here is a link that can take you to Mike’s reporting on my prophecy as I shared it with him.

Now isn’t that odd? His article was published the exact day before the thirty-second anniversary of the prophecy. The world and its rhythms sure are interesting!

An astrologist could no doubt make something of this.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Reconciling The Visible And The Invisible

A Hot Pants, Motorcycles And K Street excerpt

I lost my eyesight sixteen years ago yesterday in 1998, the Friday before Labor Day.

The following day, which corresponds to today, I surrendered to the reality of my plight. I don’t recall being frightened.

Was that submission an act of bravery, practicality or foolhardiness?

I still have no clear answer to date. I do know, however, that my approach to handling the situation entailed what some would call “spiritual bypassing,” the intent or practice of attributing spiritual solutions to earth plane difficulties. It did work for me. 

That’s how come I am able to celebrate both my eyesight and my life this Labor Day weekend! And, be able to write this unfolding memoir of mine, Hot Pants, Motorcycles And K Street, at long last. 

No other way of thinking occurred to me in that moment that I accepted the certainty of my plight. Nor did any other ever surface, although medical care was, of course, to be central to all that would follow.

Ascribing a spiritual way of thinking to what might be considered a catastrophe has nothing much to commend in me. I had, after all, been expecting to be blind since a junior in college, many decades ago. Blindness, since that early diagnosis had, from then forward, become the cloud hovering over my head thereafter. So I believe I had, long ago, prepared myself for it somewhat.

Now it was here, my long expected blindness, without any guarantees I would ever see again. To make my troubles more dire, I had been unable to reach my ophthalmologist. After all it was Labor Day weekend and most people, including him, were gone for the holiday.

I had, fortunately, been able to get a prescription at a nearby pharmacy through his on-call associate. The potential for remedy from these eye drops, unfortunately, had quickly gone by the wayside. The tale of that ordeal is for another time. 

Today I seek only to mark this day’s importance for me. Today I celebrate the eyesight I have regained and the beautiful life I am living. Add that to the many projects the “new” New Horizons and myself are producing.

Today I am celebrating my miracles!

Knowing the circumstances of my eye disease, keratoconus, and my long history with it, I knew, full well, that restored vision would be a far off possibility, if conceivable at all.  I had already had four corneal transplant rejections to date. I would not be an easy candidate for more, the most probable treatment for what would likely be the matter with my eyes.

With that discouraging fact in mind, I succumbed to my situation and slowly made my way to the deck of my home. I wanted to sit out in the sun that I could feel but did not expect to see.
Situating myself in my favorite lounge chair, I discovered I could look directly into the bright rays of the sun! I could even see a hint of its brilliance, muted as if through a waxed paper veil.  Gratefully, I realized, I was not in total black blindness!

Thus, I sat down to talk to that miraculous Source of all life that some call G-d.

“Ok, G-d,” I said, humbling myself.

“I thought you meant for me to publish my research and clinical treatment strategies for treating relationship and personality addictions. Isn’t that why you brought me that delicious Random House book contract with such a hefty advance for a formerly unpublished author?

“Am I not to have a broader impact for my expertise in this area than I have had so far? And, isn’t it in your plans that I can, thus, also be taken seriously enough in my family to help heal the dysfunction there? Have I been reading my destiny and your plans for me wrong all this time?”

“How could I have been so off?”  I was perplexed!

“I don’t get it G-d,” I said.

“The three books I’ve been working on for ten long, demanding years are still not yet completely revised and edited for publication. There is no way they can come out, if I can’t see.  How could they get edited, if I would even have the energy for it in these circumstances?”

“So what now?”

“Did I get my assignment all wrong?”

“Well not exactly,” I heard G-d answer.

“It’s not about your books. The point is that I am not quite finished with you, as is, right now.”

You are not yet ready to publish. And, it’s not about the writing. Book writing and publishing can wait. You and I have other work to do. Trust me and you’ll “see” what I mean.”

With those words, strange as it seems, I immediately relaxed and humbled myself. I would follow  directions all the way from that Labor Day weekend, 1998, until this one.

And come to believe that it just might be true that --
“Only those who can see the invisible will dare to reach for the impossible.” 
That’s the philosophy I’ve been living on since Labor Day, 1998. 

And so far I have not been disappointed. Besides what else do I have? 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Prophecy: Part I

Another excerpt from my memoir in progress—
Hot Pants, Motorcycles and K Street: In The Era Before Watergate

Having come this far, out on a limb, as I have in writing this blog, it seems fit that I am ready now to take up the task of coming clean all the way.

There never was a question but that this site, Anastasia The Storyteller, had any other intention. From the first it was envisioned that I would go the distance, wherever that might lead. 

I pledged to share my truth, my whole truth and nothing but the truth of my story here – as well as the story, behind the New Horizons Support Network, Inc. and its various initiatives.

New Horizons’ story has always, also, been my story. There has never been a doubt about that. It was my conception, my design, my direction, my life’s journey, both personal and professional. My dedication and my blood, sweat and tears brought it into being in 1980. And I carried the vision forward through the darkest of times, especially the years of blindness and recovery from blindness.

Along the way there have been precious volunteers and devoted supporters. To them I am grateful beyond measure. Still there were too many days to suit me when it was only me carrying the light.

Before 1980 my personal and professional development was, without distraction, leading New Horizons and myself to what “we” have now become. Even in kindergarten I was heading here. So it's a long story. Certainly, it will take me the four hundred and fifty pages I have outlined for Hot Pants, Motorcycles and K Street: In The Era Before Watergate, my memoir.

Then it will still be incomplete. Hopefully, by then, however, the enigma I have appeared to others, since early on will be a little less perplexing. I realize that the riddle of who and what I am truly has been troublesome for some, particularly my children. And, for that I am sorry. To others I have been, admittedly a treasure trove, seemingly open for exploration, as if I might even willingly be available as entertainment. That is if one could only get hold of the key. Oftentimes this has been problematic for me.

This has been especially true when it involved psychotherapy clients of mine who, even decades later, were certain I, indeed, held the key to their salvation. Before that time and a bit since, it seemed as if I had been identified as the latter day Pied Piper or Music Man. None of this suited my objectives. I wanted only to be ordinary, to have a niche in the world that called for me to simply be me, nothing more, nothing less.

As Popeye famously stated, “I am what I am.” And, that is all I ever wanted to be.

Now for the crux of the challenge; things got really complicated for me, early on.  I doubt, even now, I have gotten quite to the bottom of it all. But, certainly, if anyone has ever been dedicated to unraveling the puzzle of who they are, hoping, of course, to find their way to being all they can be, it has been me.

I want to know and understand my complicated story. I want you to know my story. All of our stories are important. I have been intent on writing mine since 1979, thirty-five years it will be by the end of this year. Finally, after all this time I am completely immersed in the project with a self-imposed deadline for its completion. I will do my best to fulfill th epledge. This site will be my aid.

Now, it is time, therefore, for me to share with you the pivotal piece that underlies what has come to be of me. Though how and why it appeared I am not quite certain, at least at this date.

The central, unifying element, as least as I know it, involves a prophecy. It came to me loud and clear in sight and sound under most auspicious circumstances and at a most auspicious time –

August 7, 1974, one day before Nixon’s resignation.

All that I was before and all that I seem to have become since appears to me to be crystallized in a singular circumstance; that Richard Nixon lied to the American public about the Watergate affair. And, many believed him at the time, or so it seemed to me.

In my next article on this circumstance, “Anastasia’s having been guided by a prophecy, now, for over forty years,” I will discuss the issue of prophecy further, as a service to you and a healing and integration of me for me.

I hope you will check out what I have to say.

Saturday, August 23, 2014


Another Hot Pants, Motorcycles and K Street excerpt

Once upon a time….

There was a little girl who became a woman who thought she was invisible.

The reason she thought she was invisible was because she had stopped “seeing” most of what was right before her eyes when she was a little girl.

Then one day when she had already become a woman (and a mother too), The Washington Evening Star newspaper, which preceded the Washington Post as the Washington newspaper, wrote a feature story about her that brought, even her, to take note.

Still, although she noticed what the newspaper had written, she couldn’t quite comprehend how that could be about her.

Because she believed she was INVISIBLE.

Nonetheless, she bought a lot of those newspapers that day and kept them safe for many years (until the mice started eating them).

Over the years she would look at this newspaper article (and others that would become a part of her future), trying to understand the connection between her and what was written, as it definitely had her name in the story/stories -- and -- a picture/pictures that could have been her, especially as she kinda, sorta recalled it/them being taken.

In spite of her not knowing or understanding all of this, soon she was appearing everywhere, in newspapers, on radio and television and magazines and as a public speaker, still believing she was INVISIBLE. And, not really feeling as if she was truly there or not there.

In a town, such as Washington, known for its celebrities, she was becoming one herself.

People stopped her on the street, asking for her autograph. Fancy restaurants rolled out their red carpets for her. And congressmen and others close to the White House pursued her.

Although she didn’t quite understand it, she liked all the attention. It was like being back in the nest of her family where she had once been an adored little princess. The attention made her feel loved and like she belonged somewhere.

So…she got better and better at playing a new, grown up version of her childhood peek-a-boo game, although she still believed she was invisible.

Next she played her game more and more deliberately.

She was calling the shots now. The media was putty in her young adult hands.

Pretty soon the stories about her making such impact that she moved herself and the business she had started that was the topic of these articles into a fancy office suite in the prestigious high-rent district (1812 K Street, N.W.) of Washington that would, in years to come, become infamous for the political power players it housed.

Before you know it, she was being noticed around the country and around the world.

And the game kept getting bigger and bigger.


However, there was one most important (actually two) things that this

INVISIBLE, very VISIBLE young woman was ignoring:

  • 1.       Her young daughter and;
  • 2.      The fact that she was going BLIND.
You see she had started “seeing” less and less when she was only eight years old, especially of yourself, coping with a tragedy in her family, and much had become invisible to her, beginning way back then.

Thus it came to pass that in the midst of all this BIGNESS, she almost lost her eyesight!

How very strange! Can it possibly be that needing to survive, emotionally and psychologically, by not seeing what one sees, can bring about physical blindness in a child, grown to adulthood?

That might just be so.

This is the story of the VISIBLE young woman who thought she was INVISIBLE, trying to live without seeing what she was seeing until she, at last, learned to speak the truth, at least her truth, about what she saw and, now, sees -- and turn that truth to the good.

Hot Pants, Motorcycles and K Street: In The Era Before Watergate is her story.