Hi Everyone.

Late Friday night I was reading an online
article about the Powerball lottery frenzy and thought
I'd ask an East Coast friend to buy me a ticket...and
then figured she wouldn't agree to stand in line for
it in Connecticut. I thought it was an East Coast gig.
Turns out it's not. I went to the Powerball website
and learned: the chances of winning are one in 80
million, and the nearest state to Washington that
sells Powerball is Oregon.

I figured: Oregon is four hours from my town, and my
movie's projected budget is $80m, so...I'M the one in
eighty million.

Time to go get the money to make this movie and
thereby enact all the good that I want to do for the
world in a variety of big ways. As well as buy my
house.

I was up till 2:00 am researching b-and-b's only to
find out that the entire region was completely sold
out. But since I had a friend's bridal shower to do in
Hoquiam/Aberdeen on Sunday afternoon anyway, I opted for driving instead of doing a "day" trip via Seattle
on the train.

This journey reminded me: I live in one of the
prettiest places on Earth. How can one NOT love this
beautiful and wonderful planet?

And yet, I needed only a couple of other reminders
that humanity is not there yet. Shaved clear-cut
mountainsides (still! in the new century!), cows
grazing in vibrant green fields under the silhouetted
cooling towers of a nuclear power plant, an excursion
with partying wedding-folk to a local bar.

I was one in eighty million. Arrived in lovely
Astoria, Oregon with time enough to purchase a few
powerball tickets after a mediation with Archangel
Michael in the car. In this mindset I handed over my
money to the irritated salesclerk for a machine pick
and said, "Deus ex Machina".  (And a quarter of the
winnings instead go to an ex-convict who said, "I
praised God and I praised Jesus!!" Go figure!!)

I splashed around in the city pool and hurled myself
off the water slide many many times (having never done
that before...it's FUN!). Had some dinner, then
learned that NONE of my numbers matched, and grumbled along the dark wooded roads back to the middle of Washington State.

Bridal friends and wedding folk invited me out for a
night of partying: a bar, and then Denny's. I was
shocked to see so many people so solely focused on
mating (NOT for life!, for the NIGHT!) and food. So
many people still so unconnected with their bodies
that these two means are the primary ways they DO
connect...still so unconnected that the majority shove
down alcohol and cigarettes and can't dance. I haven't
seen so many enormous individuals in one place in my
life. Gargantuan bull-necked guys, 200, 300 pounds,
encircled on the perimeter of the dance floor watching
other hugelings mimic da preparatory hip-hop bump and
grind...NOW I know what Kurt Cobain meant when he sang about Aberdeen; "I feel stupid, and contagious. Here we are now, entertain us."

During my time in Hoquiam/Aberdeen, no one talked
about anything important. I got the distinct
impression we weren't supposed to. So I didn't.

IS the world ready for HARMONY? After Aberdeen, two
answers: I don't know, and I believe it has to be.
(Like; "Well MAKE it ready already!! Make it so!")

And I asked myself what this trip reflected, as a
statement, from Hilary to the Universe about enacting
this story here on the physical plane of reality.
Driving the car for hours on a moment's notice is
really no different than jumping on planes to deliver
copies of the script. I believe the statement goes
like this:

I Am. Going. To Get. The Money. Now.

Think good thoughts!! cheers--Hilary