Diane D In The Headlines - Volume 2 - Part 2

by Doris Miller

Saturday afternoon, there are tons of people inside the lobby of the Blixon Hotel. Security guards try to hold the people back as one of them, a black male, shouts, “I’m sorry folks, but the conference room is full! No one else is allowed inside the room!”

  “But we want to see Diane D!” a young Hispanic woman shouts.

  “Yeah!” a young white male shouts. “We want to see her levitate!”

  “Yeah!” the rest of the crowd shouts.

  “Diane D did not come here to do any levitation performances!” the security guard shouts. “She’s only here to make a speech!”

  “Okay, we’ll settle for that!” another white male shouts.

  “You can’t, the media is in there!”

  “The media is in there?!” a Hispanic male shouts

  “Yeah! I’m sorry people, but the conference room is already full! We can’t have the conference room over-packed!”

  “Aaaahhh!” the crowd says.

  “Sorry everybody!”

  Inside the conference room, there are reporters, three camera men and around two-hundred people sitting down on rows of chairs across the room anxiously facing forward towards the front of the room. There is a microphone stand on one side of the room and large windows on the other side of the room.

  In the front of the room, there are large eerie photos of Diane D’s ‘Illusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance posted all across the front wall. There is an eerie photo of her levitating face up in the horizontal position with her head back and eyes eerily puffy, swollen and half-closed with eyeballs hidden behind her eyelids appearing to be in a state of trance and an eerie photo of her levitating in the vertical position with her head back looking up with eyes eerily puffy, swollen and half closed appearing to be in a state of trance again. There is a large frightening sketch of an angry puffy-eyed Diane D kung fu kicking the storage room door wide open in a dark dimly lit hallway with two frightened male faces one white and one black hiding in the background. There is also a large frightening painting of puffy-eyed Diane D in a different position kung fu kicking the storage room door wide open in the dark dimly lit hallway with the two frightened male faces hiding in the background. Also on the front wall, there is a large eerie sketch of an angry puffy-eyed Diane D laying on the floor of a jail cell against the wall with her long black hair all wild and loosed out around her back, shoulders and face, angrily looking towards several correction officers as the correction officers frighteningly stand far away from her poking a ten feet pole against her ribs as they try to push her back and keep her down. There is also a large eerie paint version from a lower angle of angry puffy-eyed Diane D laying on the floor of the jail cell against the wall with her hair wild and loosed out around her back, shoulders and face, angrily looking towards the frightened correction officers as the correction officers stand far away from her poking the ten feet pole against her ribs trying to push her back and keep her down. There is a large eerie painting of puffy-eyed Diane D standing behind bars inside a dimly lit jail cell holding on to the bars as she firmly looks outside the bars into the distance. There is a large eerie painting of Diane D’s physical body sitting on the floor in a meditated position inside a large dimly lit bedroom. Her physical body appears to be in a state of trance with her face up and eyes eerily puffy, eerily swollen and half-closed with her eyeballs looking up behind her half-closed eyelids as her see-through soul or spirit creeps away from her physical body with her head turned back looking at her physical body. Underneath that painting is a capture that says: BODY AND SOUL. There is a large eerie close-up photo of Diane D’s face, shoulders and upper arms inside a dimly lit room with her arms slightly spread. She appears to be in a state of trance again with her eyes eerily puffy, eerily swollen and half-closed with her eyeballs looking up behind her half-closed eyelids again. There is a large eerie close-up photo of just Diane D’s eyes in the same dim light. Her eyes appear to be eerily puffy, eerily swollen and half-closed with her eyeballs looking up behind her half-closed eyelids in a state of trance. There is another large close-up photo of Diane D outside in a park during the daylight balancing her entire body weight face down in a horizontal position two feet off the ground with her arms completely straight, both of her hands on the ground while both of her feet are on top of a bench in a park. She is dressed in different clothes wearing black pants, a short black turtleneck shirt bearing her waist, thick black shoes and a belt made out of chains as she looks off to the side, this time smiling with her eyes less puffy, less swollen and more wide opened. There is a platform in front of the room with a podium on it. There is a microphone attached on top of the podium. There are newspapers on top of the podium with headlines and articles about Diane D. There is that same frightening sketch inside the newspaper of Diane D kung fu kicking the storage room door wide open in a dark dimly lit hallway with the two frightened male faces hiding in the background. There is a TV monitor in front of the room showing small video slides of the ‘beginning’ of the ‘IIllusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance.

  The people in the room anxiously look at the eerie photos, paintings and sketches all along the front wall. They also look at the TV monitor showing eerie video slides of the ‘beginning’ of the ‘Illusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance.

  Ronda is sitting down on a chair in the middle of the audience next to her sister Nicole who is sitting on Ronda’s left as they look towards the front of the room at the eerie photos, paintings and sketches on the front wall and video slides of the ’beginning’ of the ‘Illusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance. Ronda turns to Nicole and nervously whispers, “When is Diane D suppose to come in here?”

  “She should be coming in here any minute now,” Nicole whispers.

  “Oh yeah? Well I’m kind of afraid.”

  “You are?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Of Diane D?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?”

  “Well what do you think? Because of her out-of-control behavior! Especially when we heard what she did to those security guards, those police officers and to those correction officers right inside the jail cell! I’m also afraid of her when we heard what she did to that poor little boy right inside that school hallway! I’m also afraid of her when we heard that she threatened her Jamaican lover’s girlfriend right over the telephone then sped her car all the way to where the woman lives to attack her! I’m also afraid of her when we heard that she walked right off the stage during the middle of her own concert and walked right into the audience and knocked that reporter out right in front of everybody! What if she goes crazy again and does that same stuff right in here?”

  “Diane D is not gonna knock anybody out in here Ronda.”

  “How do you know? There are reporters in here you know. They might ask Diane D the wrong questions and she might go crazy and flip out on them right here in front of everybody like she did to that reporter at her concert!”

  “That’s because that reporter at her concert was heckling her while she was on stage. Besides, Diane D is the one who decided to allow people to ask her any questions they want. That’s why she came to this hotel in the first place, to allow people to ask her questions.”

  “I’m still afraid of her Nicole, especially when we heard what she did to that storage room door inside the hospital then to the storage room! And I’m also afraid of her when we heard about her levitation performance in Germany! I’m afraid she might get out of control right here in this room then levitate right before our eyes.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh don’t be silly Ronda, Diane D is not gonna come in here and get out of control or levitate. Besides, levitating would be something to see. I still would like to know, how she did it!”

  “Yeah me too. Hey, when she comes in here, why don’t you go up to her and ask her how she levitated?”

  “Me go up to her and ask her?”

  “Yeah.”

 
“I have a better idea Ronda.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Why don’t YOU go up to Diane D and ask her how she levitated.”

  “Me ask her?”

  “Yes you.”

  “But I’m afraid to even go near her. That little boy Marcus went near her and look what happened to him. Besides, they said that Diane D doesn’t even remember levitating in that performance she and the Dianettes did in Germany.”

  “Yeah I heard that too.” Nicole and Ronda turn their heads back forward and look towards the front of the room at the eerie photos, paintings and sketches along the front wall. They also look at the TV monitor now showing eerie video slides of the ‘middle’ of the ‘Illusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance. Nicole then looks towards the front door and nervously says, “Oh oh. There she is.”

  “What? You see Diane D?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where? I don’t see her.”

  “I just saw a glimpse of her standing out in the hallway talking with her family.”

  “Her family is out there?”

  “Yeah. She’s getting ready to come in here.”

  “Oh oh. I think we should move to the back.”

  “Move to the back?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?”

  “You just said Diane D is getting ready to come in here, didn’t you? I think we’ll be more safer in the back just in case she suddenly gets out of control. If we’re in the back and she suddenly gets out of control, at least the people in the front will be the first ones attacked by her, instead of us!”

  “The people in the front?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t be afraid Ronda, there’s security here.”

  “Security?! You mean like in security guards?!”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh no! Weren’t they the ones Diane D kung fu kicked in the groins and landed a few of them in the hospital with permanent injuries?! I mean what good are they if she can attack them as well?! I’m telling you Nicole, we should move to the back!”

  “Ronda, if you’re that afraid of Diane D, then why did you want to come here? Everybody in this room knew, that Diane D was going to come here to this hotel today and make a speech right in this room. They came here specifically to see her. Why do you think all those people are standing out in the lobby? They want to see Diane D or at least catch a glimpse of her. When you heard and read that Diane D was going to come here to this hotel to make a speech, you got so excited and wanted to come here too and hang outside the hotel all night so you can get a chance to see her or catch a glimpse of her. We were one of the first people on line, so we’re very lucky we got the chance to get in here.”

  “I know. I wish we weren’t so lucky, because now I’m afraid.”

  “Ronda, you’re getting a chance to see Diane D. Be happy and don’t be afraid.”

  “Okay. I’ll try my best. I‘m just nervous that‘s all.”

  “Well try your best not to be nervous because I heard a lot of people wanted to come here to this hotel when they found out that Diane D was going to be here, but they were afraid too.”

  “They were?”

  “Yeah. They were also afraid that Diane D might levitate right inside this hotel then the same chaos might happen here, like it did in Germany.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. Did you notice that when the people first walked in this room to sit down, they went straight to the back to sit down in the back seats first, then when there were no more seats in the back, everybody else had to eventually take seats in the middle of the room then towards the front because they‘re all afraid of Diane D just like you are.”

  “Aren‘t you a little bit afraid of Diane D yourself?”

  “Yeah I have to admit, I’m afraid of her too. I hope her family comes in here with her because I’ll feel a little safer if her family be in here with her.”

  “Yeah me too.” Ronda and Nicole turn their heads back forward and look towards the front of the room again at the eerie photos, paintings and sketches along the front wall. They then look back at the TV monitor now showing eerie video slides of the ‘end’ of the ‘Illusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance. The part of Diane D levitating face up in a horizontal position suddenly appears on the screen! Ronda, Nicole and the rest of the people in the audience start to gasp and scream!

  “Please turn that off,” the audience members plead. A white male hotel staff member approaches the monitor and shuts it off.

  A stocky black male hotel staffer who is bald and wearing a suit walks into the room. He approaches the platform. He steps up on the platform and approaches the podium. He stands behind the podium and looks at the crowd. He then speaks into the microphone and says, “Hello ladies and gentleman, thanks for coming here today.” The audience claps and cheers. The man then says, “My name is Herman Smith. I’m one of the managers of the hotel. Ladies and gentleman, we have a very special guest here today who wanted to make a point and get her point across.” The audience starts to cheer. Herman Smith then says, “Ladies and gentleman, here is, Diane D!”

  The crowd in the room stands, claps and cheers as Nicole turns to Ronda and nervously says, “Here she comes!”

  “Oh oh,” Ronda nervously says. “I’m afraid to look at her.”

  “Me too. But I’m going to look anyway,” Nicole smiles and says as she and Ronda anxiously turn their heads and nervously look towards the front door.

  Puffy-eyed Diane D enters the conference room holding a water bottle and walks towards the platform wearing a dark brown shirt with a short dark brown velvet jacket over it, a matching short dark brown velvet mini-skirt with dark brown stockings baring her muscular legs and thick black shoes as she looks at the crowd and waves her hand to them. She is wearing a matching dark brown velvet bow at the end of her long thick braid.

  The crowd continues to stand, clap and cheer as Diane D approaches the platform.

  Diane D steps up on the platform. She approaches the podium as Herman Smith steps aside to make room for her. She stands behind the podium and looks at the crowd as the camera men point the cameras at her. She places the bottled water on the podium. Herman Smith turns to Diane D and says, “I’ll be in the hallway with your family.” Diane D nods her head to Herman Smith. Herman Smith then turns and walks away from the podium as Diane D looks back at the crowd. Herman Smith walks towards the doorway. He then steps out the room and closes the door behind himself. Diane D continues to look at the crowd. She then speaks into the microphone as her deep baritone voice comes out of the speakers and says, “Hello ladies and gentleman.”

  “Hello Diane D,” the crowd anxiously says as they stop clapping and cheering.

  “Diane D!” a male voice in the back shouts.

  “How is everybody doing today?” Diane D asks.

  “Okay,” the crowd says. “How are you?”

  “I’m doing okay for now.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other, then nervously look back at Diane D and smile towards her.

  “We love you Diane D!” another voice in the back shouts.

  “Thanks,” Diane D says. “Have a seat Ladies and Gentleman.”

  The crowd sits back down in the chairs. They anxiously and nervously look back at Diane D.

  Diane D looks at the crowd again. She then speaks into the microphone again and firmly says, “Okay Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re going to cut down to the chase. We all know why we are here. A lot of you heard that the Dianettes and I are quitting singing and dancing inside theaters and arenas.”

  “Aaaaahh,” the crowd says.

  “A lot of you heard what happened in the back hallway of the clinic area, in the hospital that I worked in.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other, then nervously look back at Diane D.

  “And a lot of you heard what happened back i
n Germany during the Dianettes and my ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other again, then nervously look back at Diane D.

  Diane D holds and puzzled looks down at the eerie sketch of herself kung fu kicking the storage room door inside the newspaper that is sitting on top of the podium. She frowns and pokes her mouth to the side as she stares down at the sketch. She then turns towards the front wall and says, “To tell you all the truth people, I don’t remember doing this!” as she points at the sketch and painting of herself kung fu kicking the storage room door wide open.

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously and frighteningly look at the large eerie sketch and large eerie painting of Diane D kung fu kicking the storage room door.

  Diane D then turns back to the crowd. She looks at the crowd and says, “When the police brought me and my family to the storage room door to look at the storage room door to see if I can remember anything that happened to it, I couldn’t remember a thing about what happened to that storage room door. I don’t remember ever being near it that night it got damaged. Then when the police brought me and my family inside the storage room to see if I can remember anything that happened inside there, I couldn’t remember a thing about what happened inside the storage room at all. And I don’t remember doing any of that levitation performance everyone has been talking about!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other, then back at Diane D.

  Diane D holds and puzzled looks down at the eerie photos of her levitation performance that is sitting on top of the podium. She frowns again as she stares down at the sketch. She then turns towards the front wall and says, “And to tell you all the truth people, I don’t remember doing any of this!” as she points at the large photos of her levitation performance.

  The crowd quietly and shockingly look at the large eerie photos of Diane D‘s levitation performance along the front wall. The people are so quiet you can hear a pin drop inside the room as they frighteningly stare at the photos on the wall. They frighteningly look back at Diane D.

  Diane D turns back to the crowd and says, “Even when the German security and authorities showed the video of me levitating, to me and my family the following day, I didn’t recognize myself in the video. When the doctors here in New York showed the video of me levitating to me and my family last week to see if I can remember anything about it, that’s when I finally broke my silence about it and told them all, that couldn’t possibly be me in the video, because let me get one thing straight, and let me get it straight right now…… I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LEVITATE EVEN IF I WANTED TO!”

  The crowd frighteningly looks at Diane D.

  “Levitation is something that is totally impossible to do! But it’s a good thing the German security and authorities did show me the video of myself supposedly levitating, because if I never saw the video and they all told me that I actually levitated, I would have thought that they were all full of crap, but it‘s a good thing I saw the video. I still don’t think it’s me in the video. If it is me, I don’t think I actually levitated. I think they must have did some type of special effects to the video to make it look like I’m levitating. I even think these photos of me levitating aren’t real. I believe they were somehow Photoshopped or something like that. But I would just like to apologize to everyone and anyone who got scared and terrified, by the Dianettes and my ‘Illusion of Zero Gravity’ performance. I heard a lot of people who witnessed the performance Live were almost scared to death and had to be hospitalized. We didn’t mean to scare anyone or cause anyone to get hurt. Believe me, I’m not out to get people. I just do my thing. So therefore, if anybody was scared or hurt by me and the Dianettes’ ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance, you don’t have to worry about it anymore because the Dianettes and I will never perform anything like that ever again!”

  The crowd nervously looks at Diane D.

  “My family has banned me and the Dianettes from ever performing the ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity’ again. That‘s one of the reasons why the Dianettes and I won’t be singing and dancing inside theaters or arenas anymore.”

  “Aaaaah,” the crowd says.

  “It’s for the best. So if there’s anyone who would like to ask me any questions at all, the time is now. And you’re going to have to ask me now while I’m standing up here. I don’t want anyone to come up to me on the streets and start asking me any questions. So whatever any of you have on your minds, you all better ask me now. I‘ll try to answer your questions as best as I can.”

  Tons of people in the audience raise their hands.

  Diane D looks at the people and says, “You all can go to the side of the room and line up right there at the microphone,” as she points her finger to the microphone stand at the side of the room.

  The people stand and turn to their right. They anxiously walk to that side of the room towards the microphone. They start to line up behind the microphone.

  Diane D waits patiently at the podium as she watches the people line up.

  The people finish lining up. A white male reporter around his mid 40’s is the first one on the line at the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the reporter says. “So Diane D, you don’t remember ever levitating during your ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance at all?”

  “No, I remember nothing about it.”

  “Well according to the video, you had your face and chest down to the floor while your legs were in a split position and you stayed like that for a while. Some of the German spectators suspected that you were meditating right there on the stage floor. Were you meditating right there on the stage floor Diane D?”

  “Yes as a matter of fact, I was meditating.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes I was.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other, then nervously look back at Diane D.

  “Why were you meditating?” the reporter asks.

  “So I can get into deep concentration and do my performance right,” Diane D says. “I didn’t mean to meditate that long.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No. When I started to meditate, I accidentally hypnotized myself.”

  “What!” the audience shockingly shouts.

  “You hypnotized yourself?!” the man shockingly asks.

  “Yes I did,” Diane D says.

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at each other, then shockingly look at Diane D.

  “Unfortunately, my self-hypnosis got out of hand. When I felt myself going under, the next minute I know, is that I found my soul or spirit floating around in space.”

  “You felt yourself going under, then you found your soul or spirit floating around in space?” the reporter asks.

  “Yeah. Then the next thing I know, is that I suddenly felt myself falling.”

  “You felt yourself falling?”

  “Yeah. Then I felt myself land and hit a floor. Then I heard a whole bunch of screaming all over the place. Then I opened my eyes and found myself laying up on the stage floor.”

  “You opened your eyes and found yourself laying up on the stage floor?”

  “Yeah. I started looking around. I didn‘t know what was happening or what happened. All I know, is that I kept hearing a whole bunch of screaming. The next thing I see, is my family rushing right towards me.”

  “You saw your family rushing towards you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How long was it, from the time you first felt yourself going under, to the time you felt your body land and hit the stage floor, heard screaming then opened your eyes and saw your family rushing to you?”

  “It seemed like a minute.”

  “It seemed like a minute between those two points in time?”

  “Yeah.”


  “But it wasn’t a minute Diane D. According to the video and the German spectators, your performance from the time you first had your face and chest down to the stage floor meditating with your legs in a split position, to the time you landed back on the stage floor then opened your eyes and saw your family rushing to you, lasted around ten to fifteen minutes. But you said only a minute went by between those two points in time.”

  “I know I said a minute went by between those two points in time because that’s the way it seemed to me. The German security guards and camera people already told me, that when I first meditated, to the time I landed on the stage floor, laid up, opened my eyes again then saw my family rushing to me, ten or fifteen minutes had went by.”

  “They already told you that?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “You don’t think ten or fifteen minutes went by?”

  “To them, ten or fifteen minutes went by. To me, it seemed like a minute or less.”

  “A minute or less?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well if it only seemed like a minute or less to you, that means you lost ten to fifteen minutes of consciousness between those two points in time.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at Diane D.

  “I guess I did lost consciousness between those two points in time,” Diane D says. “It’s the same feeling when a person is laying down on the operating table about to get an operation. They’re wide awake one minute, they close their eyes and the next minute they open their eyes, they realize that the entire operation had already been done and several hours had already went by. That’s the same experience I felt on that stage.”

  “Oh yeah?” the reporter asks.

  “Yes.”

  “But the thing is, you didn’t have an operation Diane D. No doctor or hospital putted you under. You putted yourself under, and while you were under and unconscious, instead of you having an operation, that was the exact moment your body levitated right over the stage and your body levitated twice!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other, then nervously look back at Diane D.

  “So right after you started meditating on the stage, you started balancing your entire body in the air then you lifted your entire body upside down and did hand stands on two hands, then you did the hand stand on one hand, then you did split positions while you were upside down! Then you did the hand stand on your fingertips from only one hand while you were still doing splits upside down! You don’t remember doing hand stands on your fingertips or doing splits upside down during your ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance?”

  “No, I don‘t remember doing any hand stands at all during my ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity‘ performance,” Diane D says, “nor do I remember doing splits upside down.”

  “You saw it in the video, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah I saw it in the video, but I still don’t remember doing that. I only remember doing the split when I first got down on the floor just before I started to meditate. After I felt myself going under, I don’t remember doing anything else right after that.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “Oh my God,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at each other. “She doesn’t remember,” they shockingly whispers. They puzzled look back at Diane D.

  “The only thing I remember after I meditated, was seeing my soul or spirit floating around in space, then feeling myself falling and landing hard on the stage floor, hearing a whole bunch of screaming, opening my eyes looking around, then see my family rushing to me.”

  “And that was ten to fifteen minutes after you went under,” the reporter asks.

  “I guess so. But I am able to do hand stands on a regular basis, because hand stands is something I’ve been doing all my life. I perform hand stands during my gymnastic stunts, but I’ve never done any hand stands on my fingertips alone, especially on my fingertips from one hand! I don’t think my fingertips are that strong to lift or carry my entire body weight.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No I don‘t.”

  “But that’s what happened Diane D. You did a hand stand on your fingertips and you did it with fingertips from one hand. The video proves it!”

  “I did see myself doing the hand stands in the video when the German authorities showed the video to me and my family, but I just don‘t remember doing the hand stands at that time.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  “Wow. Okay thank you.” The reporter steps away from the microphone. Another white man around his 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, you say that you think the photos of you levitating on stage is somehow Photoshopped, right?”

  “Right.”

  “How can you think that those photos of you levitating on stage is somehow Photoshopped, when around five thousand people actually witnessed you levitate right before their eyes? Did you get a chance to meet any of those spectators who saw you levitate? Did you talk to them about it?”

  “No I didn’t. I didn‘t talk to anybody about it.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No. I stayed quiet after the performance.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How come?”

  “I just wasn’t in a mood to talk after my performance. I was still sort of out of it.”

  “You were still out of it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “From what? When you putted yourself under?”

  “Yeah, I wasn’t fully back yet.”

  “You weren’t”

  “No.”

  “Are you fully back now? I mean, how is everything with you now Diane D? Are you okay?”

  “I hope so.”

  “I hope so too. Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

  “Thanks.”

  The man steps away from the microphone. An Indian man around his mid 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man, points her finger at him and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, you said when you fell and landed on the stage floor, you saw your family rushing towards you, right?”

  “That‘s right.”

  “Did your family see you levitate? What do they think about it?”

  “My family claim they never saw me levitate.”

  “They never saw you levitate?”

  “That’s what they said.”

  “So where were they while you were doing your performance?”

  “They were inside one of the park trailers watching my performance on a TV monitor.”

  “They were inside one of the park trailers watching your performance on a TV monitor?”

  “Yeah. They said they saw the beginning and middle of my performance on the monitor, but didn‘t catch the end of my performance.”

  “They didn’t catch the end of your performance?”

  “No they didn’t.”

  “How come?”

  “They said the TV monitor inside the trailer suddenly started to malfunction and went blank while they were watching my performance.”

  “The TV monitor inside the trailer started to malfunction and went blank while they were watching your performance?”

  “That’s what they said. They said they were all wondering what happened to the TV monitor, why did it all of a sudden stopped working and wanted to know what made it go off. They were pissed because they were missing the end of my performance on the monitor. They were trying to find out what happened to the monitor and fix it real quick. They said the monitor was working during the beginning of the ‘Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance when me, the Dianettes and the Howard Johnson dancers were performing. They said the monitor was working during the Dianettes’ performance. They said the monitor wa
s working during the beginning and middle of my performance, but around the end of my performance, they said that’s when the monitor suddenly started to malfunction and went blank and they couldn’t see anything on the screen anymore.”

  “They couldn’t?”

  “No. That’s when they started hearing screaming. After a while, they gave up on the monitor and started to rush out the trailer. They had to hurry through the park to catch the end of my performance. Then they said they rushed out to where the crowd was. They said they couldn’t see what was going on at first because of all the people running, screaming and panicking. They said they started to hurry through the crowd and rushed to the stage. They said when they reached the stage, that’s when they saw me land on the stage floor.”

  “That’s when they saw you land?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where did they think you landed from?”

  “They said they thought I did a back-flip then fell down from one of my flips.”

  “They thought you did a back-flip then fell down from it?”

  “That‘s what they said. They thought one of my gymnastic stunts went wrong.”

  “They did? So in other words, they caught the very tail ending of your performance when they reached the stage?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So therefore, your family never once saw you levitate?”

  “No. They only saw what happened in the video when the German authorities showed the video to us the next day.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well what do they think of the video?”

  “They claim they don’t know what to think about the video. They think it‘s special effects also.”

  “They think it‘s special effects?”

  “Yeah. They think the same way I do, that levitation is impossible. They said if levitation did happen, there is definitely a trick to it, they just don‘t know what that trick is.”

  “I see. Did they ever find out what happened to the TV monitor and why it all of a sudden malfunctioned and stopped working?”

  “No. They said when they went back to the trailer to pick up their belongings, the monitor all of a sudden was working again.”

  “It was?”

  ‘That’s what they said.”

  “Wow. That’s strange that the monitor went out on your family just before your levitation performance. And it’s strange that your body stopped levitating and fell as soon as your family approached the stage and they only got to see you land, which made them think, that one of your gymnastic stunts went wrong. So therefore, your family never once got to see you levitate Live?”

  “No. They only saw what was on video the next day.”

  “Wow,” the crowd says.

  “Okay thank you,” the man says. The man steps away from the microphone. A white woman around her 60’s with long salt and pepper hair wearing a red sweatshirt steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes ma’am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, I would like to know, how do you feel, that a lot of people are sort of afraid of you?”

  “How do I feel that a lot of people are afraid of me?”

  “Yeah, like the hospital employees who didn‘t feel safe if you continued to work there.”

  “Well, I guess I feel sort of hurt by that, because nobody needs to be afraid of me. I’m not out to get anyone. I had minded my own business when I was working at the hospital, I didn’t bother anybody there, and I mind my own business when I’m out in the street. As long as no one is bothering me or my family, people don’t have to worry about me.”

  “It’s not you personally that people are afraid of Diane D. It’s that other personality that people are afraid of!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at each other, then look back at Diane D.

  “Other personality?” Diane D asks.

  “Yeah,” the woman says.

  “What other personality?”

  “I don’t know how to say this Diane D, but, a lot of people think that you’re possessed.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at the woman, then look back at Diane D.

  “Possessed?” Diane D asks. “A lot of people think that I’m possessed?”

  “Yeah,” the woman says.

  “Possessed by what?”

  “Some unknown entity, some unknown personality or some unknown force that seems to take over you or your body.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at the woman, then look back at Diane D as they nervously nod their heads.

  “An unknown entity, unknown personality or unknown force that seems to take over me or my body?” Diane D asks.

  “Yeah,” the woman says.

  “No entity, other personality or force is taking over me Ma‘am.”

  “So how come, you don’t remember a lot of the things that you’ve done, like attacking people, dragging several people all at once, kung fu kicking security guards injuring them for life, kung fu kicking a stuck storage room door wide open then damaging the storage room and levitating in mid air?!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at Diane D.

  “A lot of people feel, that another soul, spirit, personality or force is taking over you or your body, causing you to do certain things that you yourself might not even be aware of! How do you feel that people think that you’re possessed?”

  “I don’t know how I should feel about that Ma‘am,” Diane D says. “I don’t think I’m possessed.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No. Why should I think that I’m possessed?”

  “Because a lot of people think you are Diane D. They believe that’s where your violent behavior and your superhuman strength comes from! You said yourself that levitation is something that is totally impossible to do, but yet you did it!”

  “I don’t remember doing that Ma’am!”

  “And dragging several people all at once is definitely something that is totally impossible to do, but yet you do it! The little boy who claimed you attacked him inside the school hallway that night claimed to authorities, that when you kung fu kicked him, you had kung fu kicked him a couple of feet in the air like if he was a football! No one can possibly do that, but yet that kid claimed you did it! And kung fu kicking a stuck storage room door wide open that has heavy office furniture leaning behind it, is definitely something that is totally impossible to do, but the two hospital employees claimed to have witnessed you do it!”

  “I don’t remember doing any of those things you just mentioned Miss!”

  “See? You don’t get to see or remember the stuff you do or did! You don’t see the attacks, the damage or destruction that you have done in the past, because your soul or spirit might not have actually been there inside your physical body during those times, and another soul, spirit or personality was most likely there inside your physical body during those times and that other soul, spirit or personality did the vicious attacks, the damage and destruction!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at the woman, then look back at Diane D as they nervously nod their heads.

  “That other soul, spirit or personality is the one with the superhuman strength and the only person in the world, who’s capable of having superhuman strength or superhuman power like that, is a possessed person! I just want to know, if you think you’re possessed.”

  “No I don’t think I’m possessed Ma‘am,” Diane D says. “Do you think I’m possessed?”

  “Well, not right now.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at the woman, then nervously look back at Diane D.

  Diane D becomes angry as she looks at the woman.

  The woman frighteningly hides a little as the rest of the people frighteningly look at Diane D.

  Diane D then says to the woman, “
Well let me tell you something Miss. Yes there are things my family and other people told me that I’ve done in the past, but I simply just don’t remember them. I am getting help and treatment for my constant memory lapse and hopefully, this situation that I’m going through will stop because it’s not easy for me either! It’s not easy for me to be fine one minute, the next minute, I feel intense pain or find mysterious bruises all over my body and I be having no idea where the intense pain or mysterious bruises come from. They just appear. That is not easy for me. Yeah people might be afraid of me because they think I’m possessed, but I am really suffering from this condition that I have and I wish this condition on no one. Now every time I feel intense pain all over my body or find mysterious bruises on myself that seem to just come out of no where, I have to always wonder and think to myself, did something happen to me that I’m not aware of, or did I DO something, that I’m not aware of. It‘s not easy to live like that.”

  “Sorry you’re suffering from that condition Diane D,” the woman says.

  “So am I.”

  “Well, I hope you get all the help and treatment you need.”

  “Thanks.”

  The woman sadly looks at Diane D. She then steps away from the microphone. A big heavy black man around his late 40’s who’s bald steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D takes a drink from her bottled water. She places the bottled water back down on the podium. She looks at the man and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I just want to ask you, have you ever tried to reach out to that little boy Marcus in any kind of way? You know, the little boy the lady just mentioned, the little boy who sent you and your family that phony letter about a 3-year old boy who’s dying of leukemia, just so that you can appear at his school. I work at the school Marcus used to go to.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at the man, then look back at Diane D.

  “I and a few other teachers went to visit Marcus to see how he’s doing. We found out that he’s still suffering from nightmares with the frightening encounter he had with you on that third floor school hallway that night. Have you ever tried to reach out to him?”

  “Yeah I have,” Diane D says, “so did my family. We reached out to the little boy’s mom and grandma and spoke to them on the telephone.”

  “Y’all did?”

  “Yes we did.”

  “Do you know how’s he doing?”

  “Well from what the little boy’s mom and grandma told me and my family, the little boy wants nothing to do with me.”

  “He doesn’t?”

  “No he doesn‘t. His mom and his grandma told me and my family, that the little boy still fears me to this day and have nightmares about me coming after him attacking him. I’m not even thinking about trying to get that little boy. Yeah I was upset about him lying to me and my family about a 3-year old boy who‘s dying of leukemia whose dying wish is to meet me, but I don’t remember doing any of that stuff to him that he claims to everyone I did!”

  “You don’t remember attacking him on the third floor school hallway that night, kung fu kicking him breaking his wrist, kung fu kicking him a couple of feet in the air, kung fu kicking his cell phone right out of his hand, refusing to let him go pass you when he was trying to get back to where the principal‘s office is, refusing to let him retrieve his cell while it was laying on the floor ringing? You don‘t remember doing any of that stuff?”

  “No I don’t! Why would I refuse to let him go pass me to get back to where the principal‘s office is?”

  “I don’t know, that’s what he claims to authorities you did!”

  “And why would I refuse to let him retrieve his cell phone while it was on the floor ringing?”

  “I don’t know, he claims to authorities you did that too! Do you remember trying to chase after him in the back stairwell?”

  “No I don‘t! I don’t remember ever being in that back stairwell!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at Diane D.

  “Like I told my family, the police, the doctors and everyone else, that I was standing at the edge of the school hallway after I backed away from that little boy. Once I backed away from the little boy, he never even came close to me. He was still way down the middle of the school hallway far away from where I was standing! That was the last place I saw him. When I last saw that little kid, he was fine, he wasn‘t hurt or anything, he was just leaning against the wall. And while that kid was still way down the middle of the school hallway leaning against the wall, the next minute, I find myself waking up in my family‘s van while my husband was driving the van and my parents, Aunt and Uncle were in the back seats.”

  “I see. So being that Marcus was fine when you last saw him, you don’t think he got hurt at all?”

  “If he did get hurt, it wasn’t by me. Most likely, someone else hurt him.”

  “Someone else?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you have any idea, who that someone else might be?”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they nervously look at the man then at Diane D.

  “No, I have no idea who that someone else might be,” Diane D says. “But whoever that person is, I wish that person wouldn’t have done it, because that little kid is treating me like I’m the monster and I’m not! I wanted to talk to that little kid in person to talk about our issue, but his mom and grandma says that he doesn’t want to come near me! I even offered to talk to the little boy over the telephone and he refused to come to the phone! I could hear him in the background screaming in fear, telling his mom and his grandma that he’s still afraid of me and begged his mom and grandma to please hang up the phone while I was on it!”

  “You overheard him in the background screaming in fear telling his mom and grandma to please hang up the phone while you were on the phone?” the man asks.

  “I sure did.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “I feel hurt by that because I’m not out to get that little boy, I never was! After that trick he and his brother pulled on me and my family, I was furious of course, then I moved on! Hopefully, he’ll be able to do the same. The only damaged he and his brother did to me and my family, is that we don‘t trust any sympathy letters that come our way anymore.”

  “Wow. How do you feel, that he has nightmares about you coming to get him attacking him, because I hear he has nightmares about you coming to get him and attacking him all the time! Yeah we all have nightmares once in a while during our lifetime, but we never really repeat the same nightmare, especially over and over. The next nightmare any of us is going to have, is usually going to be a different one, not the same one over and over! I hear that Marcus constantly wakes up in cold sweats from the constant nightmares he has about you coming after him attacking him! I hear the counseling that he gets is not really helping him, that his mom and grandma are so scared that he‘s going to compensate suicide, just to escape from the constant nightmares he has about YOU coming after him attacking him! He feels, that this evil vicious entity that he encountered on the third floor school hallway that night is not finished with him yet!”

  “Oh no,” the crowd says as they frighteningly look at the man, then frighteningly look back at Diane D.

  “He feels that this evil vicious entity is trying to finish where it left off in the school hallway that night! How do you feel, that he has constant nightmares about you coming after him attacking him? How do you feel, that he might compensate suicide because of the constant nightmares he has about YOU?!”

  “That is a real tough question for me to answer sir,” Diane D says. “I don‘t know how I should feel about that. Should I feel guilty about it? No I don‘t feel guilty about it. I don’t control anybody’s dreams or nightmares.”

  “Do you think, that this other personality or evil vicious entity, is coming into that kid’s nightmares taunting him and
practically scaring him to death?”

  “Other personality or evil vicious entity?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t know what other personality or evil vicious entity you‘re talking about sir. This kid is claiming to everybody that he sees ME in his nightmares, not any evil vicious entity!”

  “I know. I was just wondering, if this other personality or evil vicious entity, is making itself up to look like YOU then enter into this kid’s dreams and nightmares to frighten him to death!”

  “Oh no,” the crowd says as they frighteningly look at the man, then frighteningly look back at Diane D.

  “Making itself up to look like me?” Diane D says.

  “Yes!” the man says.

  “Well this kid sees SOMETHING in his dreams or nightmares that looks like me or something pretending to be me. All I can say, is that whatever it is that’s coming into his dreams and nightmares terrifying him, is not me. I don‘t have the power to enter people‘s dreams or nightmares.”

  “Wow. Even though you moved on with your life and not bothering Marcus, he’s still suffering! You might have forgiven Marcus, but he doesn’t think that this evil vicious entity has forgiven him. He thinks that this evil vicious entity is continuing to torment him where it left off inside the school hallway!”

  “Oh no,” the crowd says again as they frighteningly look at the man, then frighteningly look back at Diane D.

  “If the counseling is not helping him, you might be the only one that can fix this problem,” the man says.

  “Me be the only one that can fix the problem?” Diane D asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “How am I going to fix the problem sir, when this kid wants nothing to do with me?!”

  “I don’t mean fix the problem from his end, I mean fix it from your end. Maybe you can talk to this evil vicious entity and tell this evil vicious entity to leave Marcus alone!”

  “Talk to this evil vicious entity?”

  “Yes!”

  “How can I talk to an evil vicious entity sir, where the heck will I find one?! I don’t think there is an evil vicious entity!”

  “You don’t?”

  “No I don‘t! I’m afraid that nonsense might all be in that kid’s head.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do! Do you think that maybe his subconscious might be feeling guilty about what he and his brother did to me and my family? I think maybe his own subconscious is bothering him and tormenting him, that‘s why he sees me, or what looks like me in his nightmares!”

  “Maybe it might be his subconscious.”

  “It IS his subconscious! Maybe he needs to get that part checked out!”

  “Maybe. Boy, I know he’s sorry the day he and his brother ever tricked you and your family Diane D. I wouldn’t want to trick you or your family.”

  “Neither would I. Sorry I can’t be of any help to him. I tried.”

  “Well thanks for trying. And I’m so sorry that phony letter incident happened to you and your family Diane D. And I’m sorry that hallway incident happened between you and Marcus. Sorry what you two went through with each other.”

  “Thanks.”

  The man then steps away from the microphone. A Latino man around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I just want to know, did you try to give your cousin Dana an abortion?”

  “Did I try to give my cousin Dana an abortion. I’m not allowed to discuss that sir.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No. For legal reasons, I can’t discuss it.”

  “Oh I see. Well did you try to give your husband a vasectomy?”

  “Did I try to give my husband a vasectomy. I’m not allowed to discuss that either.”

  “No?”

  “No. Sorry.”

  “Okay thanks.” The man then steps away from the microphone. A black woman around her late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, I would like to know, are you still working at that hospital, the hospital where they said you kung fu kicked that storage room door?”

  “No I’m not working at that hospital anymore.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No.”

  “How come?”

  “My family made me resign from there.”

  “They did?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “Why did they make you resign from there?”

  “They claim the hospital employees didn’t feel safe around me working there ever since they heard the story about me kung fu kicking that storage room door. Like I said, I’m not out to get people. I’m the type of person, you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you. Those hospital employees had no reason to be afraid of me, but my family made me resign anyway.”

  “I see. So since you won’t be working at the hospital anymore or singing and dancing anymore, what will you do now?”

  “The Dianettes and I will still sing and dance, but only in our church when we open it, and I’ll still be working with my family’s organization. We’ll be working on the Dianettes’ clothing line. I’ll still teach my Health and Fitness class and I’ll still do some personal training. That haven’t changed.”

  “I see. Okay, thanks.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A white male around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, after that incident happened between you and that little boy Marcus inside that school hallway, your family claimed to the police that you meditate from time to time. They claim that when you meditate, your soul or spirit is able to travel outside of your physical body. Is it true that your soul or spirit is able to travel outside of your physical body?”

  “Yes it‘s true.”

  “It is?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd shockingly says as they nervously look at Diane D.

  “Is that what happens when you meditate?” the man asks.

  “Yes that’s exactly what happens when I meditate,” Diane D says.

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  “Not all the time though.”

  “Wow,” the man says. “Is that what’s happening in that Body and Soul painting on the front wall, your soul or spirit leaving your physical body while you’re meditating?” the man asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd shockingly says.

  “Who painted that?” the man asks.

  “I don’t know,” Diane D says, “some artist painted it.”

  “Oh yeah? What made them want to paint that?”

  “When word got out to the public that I meditate, and my soul or spirit is able to leave my physical body and travel outside of it, people were inspired by it.”

  “They were?”

  “Yes they were. They got very curious about that information and wanted to know more about it. It also inspired them to paint a picture of it.”

  “It did?”

  “Yes it did. So a paint artist winds up coming up with this painting of my soul or spirit leaving my physical body while I‘m meditating.”

  “Wow. Is that what happened while you were meditating on stage in Germany, your soul left your physical body?”

  “Yes that‘s exactly what happened.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they frighteningly look at Diane D.

  Diane D looks at the crowd and says, “Don’t be alarmed people. I only left my physical body temporary.”

  “Is that what you meant when you said you weren’t fully back yet?” the man asks.

  “Yes that’s exactly what I meant.”

  “That‘s why you didn‘t really talk after your levitation perform
ance?”

  “Yes, that’s exactly why.”

  “Why did you leave your physical body Diane D?”

  “Because that’s what happens to me sometimes when I meditate. Like I said earlier, I didn’t mean to meditate that long on the stage in Germany, it was an accident. Then the accident got out of hand and I accidentally hypnotized myself. That’s when my spirit left my physical body. I didn’t mean for that to happen on the stage.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No.”

  “I see. Your family also claim to the police, that when your soul or spirit travels outside of your physical body, your soul or spirit is able to travel to the spirit world where you see dead people.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at Diane D.

  “I would like to know from you, is it true? Is it true that you’re able to travel to the spirit world and see people who have passed away?”

  “At times, yeah,” Diane D says.

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at Diane D again.

  “Not all the time.”

  “Who have you seen there?” the man asks

  “I really don’t like to get into that part because a lot of people do get freaked out by it. So that part, I would rather not discuss.”

  “Can you at least give one proof that you’ve seen dead people?”

  “No I‘m not going to give any proof that I’ve seen dead people because I don‘t owe anybody any proof about that. I would rather not discuss that part.”

  “Okay, sorry. Thanks.” The man steps away from the microphone. A Latino male around his mid 50’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Yo no hablo ingles, hablo espanol.”

  “Eso esta bien, vaya.”

  “Okay. Diane D, he oido que la familia fueconmovido y asombrado cuando se enteraron de que ya se sabe que los empleados del hospital, que afirmo haber presenciado que kung fu patadas que puerta de la sala de almacenamiento. Es cierto que usted sabia que los testigos que dicen haber visto que kung fu kick la sala de almacenamiento puerta?”

  Diane D turns to the crowd and says, “This gentleman says that he heard, my family was shocked and stunned, when they found out I knew who the hospital employees were, who claimed to have witnessed me kung fu kick the storage room door, and he wants to know, if it’s true that I knew who the witnesses were? I‘m going to tell him in his language then I‘ll translate it to you.” Diane D turns back to the man and says, “Si, es verdad que sabia quienes eran los testigos que afirmaban haber presenciado me patada al kung fu puerta de la sala de almacenaiento.”

  “Es cierto?”

  “Si, lo es.”

  Ronda excitingly turns to Nicole and says, “Oh my God, she’s even bi-lingual.”

  “Of course she’s bi-lingual Ronda,” Nicole says, “she’s Dominican.”

  “I know. It’s just that I hardly ever hear her speak Spanish.”

  “I think she mainly speaks Spanish at home with her family. I hear she speaks a third language too.”

  “A third language? She speaks three languages?”

  “That’s what I heard.” Nicole and Ronda look back towards the Latino man and Diane D.

  The Latino man continues, “Como has encontrado que los testigos eran? Ha visto alguna vez ellos en la parte del pasillo donde la bandeja cayo?”

  “No nunca vi quien estaba ahi donde la bandeja se cayo,” Diane D says.

  “Usted nunca?”

  “No. Se fueron cuando me puse alli.”

  “Como sabes que fueron los testigos? Quien te dijo que los testigos fueron?”

  “Nadie me dijo que los testigos eran.”

  “Nadie?”

  “No.”

  “Como sabe usted quienes eran, si nunca vio que se encontraba en la zona?”

  “Una fuerte intuicion vino sobre mi y me dijo exactamente que los testigos.”

  “Una fuerte intuicion llego al lugar y le dijo a usted?”

  “Si.”

  “Que intuicion fuerte?”

  “Yo no se senor. Es dificil de explicar. Algunos fenomenos no se puede explicar. Es justo ahi.”

  “Es alli?”

  “Si.”

  “Esta bien. Gracias.” The man steps away from the microphone.

  Diane D turns to the crowd and says, “When the man asked me, if it’s true that I knew who the witnesses were who claim to have witnessed me kung fu kick the storage room door, I told him yes it’s true, I did knew who the witnesses were who claimed to have witnessed me kung fu kick the storage room door. Then he asked me ‘how did I find out who the witnesses were‘. Then he asked me ‘did I see them in the part of the hallway where the tray dropped’. I told him ‘no I never saw who was over there where the tray dropped’. I told him they were gone by the time I got there. Then he asked me ‘how did I know who the witnesses were. He wanted to know who told me. I told him ‘no one told me who the witnesses were’. Then he asked me ‘how did I know who they were, if I never saw who was in the area’. I told him a strong intuition came over me and told me exactly who the witnesses were.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at Diane D.

  “Then he asked me ‘what strong intuition‘. I told him ‘I didn’t know, that it’s hard to explain’. I told him ‘some phenomenas can’t be explained. It’s just there.”

  “Wow,” the crowd says. A black man around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, in that Body and Soul painting of you meditating with your soul or spirit coming outside of your physical body, have you ever actually turned around and looked back at your physical body while your soul or spirit is outside of it?”

  “Yes I have.”

  “You have?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at Diane D.

  “What did you see?” the man asks. “What was your physical body doing, while you were outside of it looking at it?”

  “Nothing,” Diane D says. “It was still sitting on the floor in a meditated position where I left it, just like in the painting.”

  “Just like in the painting?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says.

  “So whenever your soul or spirit steps outside of your physical body, your soul or spirit looks back at your physical body and you actually do see your own physical body sitting there on the floor in a meditated position?” the man asks.

  “Yes I do,” Diane D says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Do your physical body’s eyes be opened or closed when you look back at it?” the man asks.

  “Sometimes my physical eyes be closed and sometimes it be half opened just like in the painting,” Diane D says.

  “Wow, that seems so creepy!” the man says as the rest of the crowd frighteningly nod their heads again. “How do you feel while your soul or spirit is outside of your physical body looking at it?”

  “I feel okay.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. You don’t get freaked out by seeing your own self like that? You weren’t freaked out by looking at your own physical body from outside of it while it‘s sitting on the floor, especially in a meditated position? Because I know I would definitely be freaked out by seeing or experiencing something like that if it was me. I think I would pass out if I saw my own physical body sitting there like that, especially while it’s still alive! Were you freaked out by that at all?”

  “No. It happens to me plenty of times.”

  “It does?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow, that is so creepy Diane D, because it‘s almost like being a ghost!” the man says as the rest of the crowd fr
ighteningly nod their heads. “In the painting, it looks like you’re sitting on the floor in a state of trance with a look-alike ghost standing right over you looking at you!”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says as they frighteningly nod their heads again. “That’s true.”

  “So what do you do once you see your physical body sitting there?”

  “Once I see that it’s okay, I would leave it temporary then come back into it later,” Diane D says.

  “You would? You would just abandon your physical body like that?”

  “Not just like that. Once I see that it is okay, then I would leave it and come back into it later.”

  “Where do you go?”

  “To the spirit world.”

  “To the spirit world?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at Diane D.

  “Wow,” the man says. “How long would you be in the spirit world?”

  “I can’t say how long I be there,” Diane D says. “There’s no time measurement there.”

  “There isn’t?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Wow. How long would you be away from your physical body before you come and enter back into it?”

  “It could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours.”

  “A few minutes to a few hours?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How would you know how long your soul or spirit be away from your physical body, if there’s no time measurement in the spirit world?”

  “Because there is a clock in my bedroom sitting right there on top of the dresser when I do my meditation. The clock is in full view right where I can see it. I look at the time on the clock just before I first start to meditate. Once I start to meditate, my soul or spirit would leave my physical body. When my soul or spirit returns back into my physical body, I would open my eyes and look right back at the clock. When I look back at the clock, sometimes it will be three minutes later, other times when my soul or spirit returns back into my physical body, the clock will be three hours later.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “How would your physical body be when you come back into it?” the man asks. “Would it be okay?”

  “If I don’t feel pain or find mysterious bruises on my physical body, that means nothing happened to it, it is okay,” Diane D says. “If I feel intense pain or find mysterious bruises on my physical body, that means something went wrong or something happened to my physical body while my soul or spirit was away from it.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What would you think happened to your physical body if you feel pain or find mysterious bruises on it when your soul or spirit returns back into it?”

  “I don’t know, I would have no idea. I would usually find out about it later on.”

  “Later on?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. Okay thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A beautiful young black female reporter around her mid 30’s with shoulder length hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “So Diane D, none of the members in your family saw you levitate Live at all?”

  “No none of them.”

  “How in the world is it possible, that none of your family members actually saw you levitate Live when around five thousand spectators did?”

  “Simple. My family was not standing outside with the crowd watching my performance. They were watching my performance from a TV monitor inside one of the trailers in the park. While they were watching my performance, the TV monitor inside the trailer suddenly went blank just before my supposed levitation performance, so therefore, my family never got a chance to see the levitation as it happened.”

  “They didn‘t?”

  “No. By the time they all ran out the trailer, ran through the crowd and reached the stage, everything was over. They only caught the tail ending of my performance when they saw me land on the stage floor. And when they saw me land on the stage floor, believe me, levitation was the furthest thing from their minds.”

  “Wow. What about the Dianettes? Where were they during your levitation performance?”

  “They were all inside the trailer watching my performance on the TV monitor too when the TV monitor went blank.”

  “They were?”

  “Yes they were.”

  “So they never really got to see you levitate Live either, did they?”

  “No they didn’t. They only saw it on video the next day with the rest of my family.”

  “Wow. No wonder why the Dianettes are claiming to everyone that your levitation performance was all just an illusion that it never really happened, because they never actually saw your levitation Live themselves!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “Diane D I was just wondering, if your body still would have been levitating over the stage if your family hadn’t approached near the stage, because your body was dropped from the air as soon as your family came near the stage. And the TV monitor inside the trailer mysteriously went blank just before your levitation performance, then was mysteriously back on when your family came back inside the trailer to retrieve their belongings. It was like whatever it was that caused your body to levitate, didn’t want your family to see it!”

  “Oh shoot,” the crowd shockingly says as they nervously look at Diane D.

  “It didn’t seem to mind frightening the hell out of five thousand spectators, but kind of protected your family from seeing it and being frightened by it. Your family was somehow spared from being frightened by your levitation!”

  “Oh shoot,” the crowd shockingly says.

  “Do you think your body would have still been in the air, if your family had never left the trailer?”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd shockingly says.

  “I can’t really answer that question Miss,” Diane D says, “because I don’t believe I levitated.”

  “You don’t?” the woman asks.

  “No I don‘t.”

  “Even though five thousand people witnessed you levitate right before their very own eyes, you still have doubts?”

  “If I don’t remember it and I didn’t see it with MY very own eyes, then yes I have doubts.”

  “Wow. Okay thank you?” The young woman steps away from the microphone. A white man around his late 40’s with wavy brown hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I heard that being that your cousin Dana is in your family’s custody, your family had to bring her to Germany with you all. Since your cousin Dana was in Germany also, did SHE see you levitate?”

  “No she didn’t.”

  “She didn’t?”

  “No.”

  “How come?”

  “She wasn’t at the park while we were doing the performance.”

  “She wasn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Where was she?”

  “She stayed behind at the hotel.”

  “She did?”

  “Yes she did.”

  “Why did she stay behind at the hotel?”

  “My family didn’t allow Dana to come to the park.”

  “They didn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because people in the hotel kept complaining to my family that Dana was being very rude towards them.”

  “People in the hotel kept complaining to your family that your cousin Dana was being rude to them?”

  “Yes they were.”

  “How was she being rude to them?”

  “The people would see Dana in the hotel and recognize her as my ‘notorious cousin Dana‘, so they would get excited and want to meet her, bu
t, the feeling wasn‘t mutual, Dana did not want to meet them!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience members say.

  “So whenever the people in the hotel approached Dana, Dana would get very annoyed and give those people the brush off.”

  “She would give them the brush off?” the man asks.

  “Yeah she wanted nothing to do with them! So the people complained to my family about her behavior telling my family how rude she was to them. My family spoke to Dana and told Dana to stop being rude to people whenever they approach her. Dana got angry and told my family that she did not come to Germany to meet people!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience members say.

  “She told my family that she only came to Germany because they made her come.”

  “That’s what she said?” the man asks.

  “Yes that’s what she said. So to keep Dana from being rude to people at the park, my family thought it would just be best to leave her behind at the hotel and made her stay there which got her pissed off even more! So that’s why Dana wasn’t at the park while we were doing the performance because my family didn‘t allow her to be there.”

  “Wow. So therefore, she never got to see you levitate either?”

  “No she didn’t.”

  “Who did she stay behind at the hotel with?”

  “My other relatives.”

  “Your other relatives?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did your relatives at the hotel see you levitate Live?”

  “No they didn’t.”

  “Well wasn’t your performance played Live on the hotel monitors or inside the hotel room TVs?”

  “No, only inside the trailers at the park.”

  “So in other words, your relatives back at the hotel never saw you levitate Live either?”

  “No they didn’t.”

  “Did they see your performance on video?”

  “Yes they saw my performance on video the next day with the rest of my family.”

  “They did?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “So what do they think about your levitation performance?”

  “They think the same thing the rest of my family think, that it was all special effects.”

  “They think that it was special effects too?”

  “Yes they do.”

  “And you think it was special effects.”

  “Yes I do.”

  “So therefore, not only were your family members inside the trailer spared from being frightened by your levitation, it seems like your cousin Dana and the rest of your relatives back at the hotel were also spared from being frightened by your levitation.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “And not only were your family and relatives back at the hotel spared from being frightened by your levitation, you yourself were also spared from being frightened by your own levitation, because you don’t remember ever doing it!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says again.

  “So therefore, neither you, your family or relatives back at the hotel ever got to see you levitate Live at all, you all only saw it on video the next day!”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “I don’t know what it is Diane D, but obviously something spared you, your family and your relatives back at the hotel from being frightened by your levitation.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Something was looking out for you, your family and your relatives.”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says again.

  “Thank you,” the man says. The man steps away from the microphone. An Asian female reporter around her mid 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, after that incident happened between you and that little boy Marcus inside that school hallway, everyone’s heard that you were put away in a Mental Institution for a while, because the doctors claim that you suffer from mental illness. Is it true that you suffer from mental illness?”

  “Yes, doctors have confirmed that I suffer from mental illness.”

  “They confirmed it?”

  “Yes they officially confirmed it, that‘s why I got sent away to the Mental Institution.”

  “Oooohhh,” the audience says.

  “Wow,” the woman says. “After that storage room door incident happened at the hospital, some people have heard that doctors and the authorities now consider you schizophrenic or borderline schizophrenic, especially after the doctors and authorities saw the damage and destruction that was done to the storage room door and inside the storage room. Have the doctors and the authorities considered you schizophrenic or borderline schizophrenic?”

  Diane D sighs. She then says, “That information was suppose to have been private and confidential. Now that the cat is out of the bag, yes the doctors and the authorities have considered me schizophrenic or borderline schizophrenic.”

  “They have?”

  “Yes the have.”

  “Ooooohhh,” the audience says again.

  “Even though I do not remember kung fu kicking that storage room door, nor do I remember going down the stairs to the lower level of the clinic and being in that area where the storage room door is, the doctors and the authorities still want to consider me schizophrenic or borderline schizophrenic.”

  “They do?” the woman asks.

  “Yes they do.”

  “Oooohh,” The audience says.

  “Did they officially confirmed that you’re schizophrenic or borderline schizophrenic?” the woman asks.

  “Yes they officially confirm it,” Diane D says.

  “Oooohhh,” the audience says again.

  Diane D looks at the crowd and annoyingly says, “Don’t worry people, I took my medication this morning.”

  “Wow,” the woman says. “How does your family feel about you being considered schizophrenic or borderline schizophrenic?”

  “Of course they’re not happy about it. They‘re very saddened by it.”

  “I bet they are. Have the doctors ever consider putting you on Mental Disability?”

  “Yes they want to put me on Mental Disability.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes they do, but I don’t want to be on Mental Disability, I still want to work.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah. I like what I’m doing. I don’t want to stop what I enjoy doing.”

  “But other employees are afraid to work around you Diane D if you continue to work. You said it yourself that’s why your parents and grandparents made you resign from the hospital after that storage room door incident, because the employees at the hospital are afraid of you.”

  “That’s why my parents and grandparents and the doctors say, that if I want to continue to work, then I would definitely have to be placed in an office by myself away from any other employees, that’s why my parents and grandparents already placed me in an office by myself.”

  “They already have?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “Do they have you work in an office inside one of their Dominican Hair Salons?”

  “No. My grandparents refuse to have me work in any of their hair salons because they claim the employees at the hair salons are afraid to work around me too.”

  “The employees at the hair salons are afraid to work around you too?”

  “That‘s what my grandparents told me. They said the employees at the hair salons had already told them, that if I start to work there, they will quit right away.”

  “What? The employees at the hair salons told your grandparents that if you start to work there, they will quit right away?”

  “That’s what my grandparents said.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “I feel hurt by it because I’m not out to get anybody.”

  “Wow. What if you were to work in the back office inside the hair salon?”<
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  “The employees there claim to my grandparents that my presence inside any part of the hair salon will still bother them, even if I was to work inside the back office.”

  “Even if you were to work inside the back office?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. Sorry to hear about that Diane D. So what office will your grandparents have you work at then?”

  “The office in the organization.”

  “The office in the organization?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I see. Wow. Sorry that the employees at the hair salon and the employees at the hospital are afraid to work around you Diane D. And I’m sorry that you’re suffering from that condition. I hope you get well.”

  “Thanks.”

  The woman steps away from the microphone. A white female reporter around her late 40’s with short dark hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, when you got sent away to the Mental Institution after that incident you had with that little boy Marcus, I heard that after a while, you started to get out of control inside the Mental Institution, then the Mental Institution had to quickly place you into an Asylum before your out-of-control behavior get any worse. I heard that while you were inside the Asylum, your out-of-control behavior DID get worse then you started going berserk inside the Asylum throwing and slamming your body against the walls and the door so hard, that the staff claim to have felt the vibration!”

  “Ooooh,” the audience says.

  “They said it really frightened them! They said they had to leave out of the area because they couldn’t stand or take feeling the vibration of you throwing and slamming your body hard into the walls like that! Is it true? Is it true that you got placed into an Asylum and started going berserk inside there?”

  Diane D sighs again. She then says, “That information was suppose to have been confidential also.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  “Now that the cat is out of the bag again, yes they did place me into an Asylum.”

  “They did?” the woman asks.

  “Yes they did because when I woke up the next day, I found myself inside there.”

  “You found yourself inside the Asylum? What do you mean you found yourself inside there? You don’t remember going inside the Asylum?”

  “No I don’t. All I know, is that I woke up and found myself inside there feeling intense pain all over my body.”

  “You felt intense pain all over your body when you woke up inside the Asylum?”

  “Yes I did.”

  “Did you know why you felt intense pain all over your body at that time?”

  “Not at first. The next day, they told me that I started throwing and slamming my body hard against the walls and door in there. I just don’t remember doing that.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “Wow. I heard that your cousin Dana was also placed into an Asylum at one time? Is that true too?”

  Diane D sighs again. She then says, “That was suppose to have been confidential also.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says again.

  “Now that the cat is out of the bag on that one too, yes, Dana was placed into an Asylum at one time also.”

  “She was?”

  “Yes she was.”

  “Wow. Sorry to hear about that Diane D. Sorry that you and your cousin Dana are going through this. I hope you two get well. Thank you.” The woman walks away from the microphone. A Latino male reporter around his early 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, you say you don’t know or have any idea what happens to your physical body while your soul or spirit is away from it. You said you would usually find out about it later on. But that’s not good Diane D. What if your physical body is sitting there in a meditated state and someone decides to come up to your physical body and take advantage of your physical body while your soul or spirit is gone away from it? What if someone tries to violate your physical body and feel up all on your physical body or try to attack your physical body while your soul or spirit is temporarily away? You wouldn’t even know about it at the time because you won’t feel it, just like you didn’t feel when that little boy Marcus was throwing those objects at you inside that school hallway! He claimed to the authorities that you didn‘t even see or feel the objects he was throwing at you! I heard that someone did try to take advantage of your physical body while you were meditating inside a locker room of a dance studio one night.”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “I heard that after closing hours late that night, you were all alone inside the women’s locker room after everyone else had gone home. I heard that you decided to take advantage of the situation and started meditating right there on the floor inside the women’s locker room. Is that true?”

  “Yes it is,” Diane D says.

  “What happened after that?”

  “Well, after I started meditating, I found my soul or spirit wandering the universe again. When I came back into my physical body and opened my eyes, I saw one of the male staff members laid out on the floor knocked out with his face bleeding.”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “You saw one of the male staff members laid out on the floor knocked out with his face bleeding?” the man asks.

  “Yeah,” Diane D says. “I saw the paramedics and security guards bending down around him. I didn’t know what happened. Then I saw the paramedics and the security guards turn and looked at me. I asked them what happened. They told me that they should be asking ME that question. I asked them ‘what do they mean by that‘. They told me that while I was meditating, the guy had came over to me. They said as soon as the guy was about to touch me, I quickly got up off the floor, spun my entire body around and kung fu kicked the guy right in the head practically knocking his head off!”

  “What!” the audience shout.

  “That‘s what I heard!” the man says. “I heard that you had knocked him out cold! Do you remember kung fu kicking the guy in the head knocking him out cold?”

  “No I have no recollection of kung fu kicking anybody at all that night!” Diane D says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “I heard before the guy even laid a finger on your physical body, your physical body quickly responded by getting up off the floor, spinning around and giving the guy a quick kung fu kick right to the head!” the man says.

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “The security guards said right after you kung fu kicked the guy in the head, you quickly went right back down on the floor and continued to meditate right there where you left off as if nothing happened!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “They said you were still in a state of trance and didn’t even seem to know or realize what you had just did! When the paramedics got the guy to the hospital, the doctors checked on him and said that his neck was slightly broken from when you kung fu kicked him in the head!”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “They said he was slightly paralyzed from the broken neck and he’s still slightly paralyzed!“

  “Oh my God!“ the audience shouts.

  “Did you get arrested for kung fu kicking the guy breaking his neck?”

  “Yeah I got arrested for it,” Diane D says, “even though I had no idea what the hell had happened to him.”

  “You don’t remember getting up off the floor kung fu kicking the guy in the head?”

  “No I remember nothing about it. The only thing I remember, is feeling pain in my leg and foot when I came to and open my eyes and I didn‘t know why I felt pain in my leg and foot. Now I know.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Sounds li
ke the same incident that happened with the storage room door and the storage room,” the man says. “Did the authorities put you away after you got arrested?”

  “Yes they putted me away,” Diane D says.

  “Where did they put you away at?”

  “The doctors and the authorities had me put away in a Mental Institution.”

  “They putted you away in a Mental Institution at that time too?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “How come they putted you away into the Mental Hospital, if you don’t remember kung fu kicking the guy?”

  “Because they claim they didn’t want to take any chances with me. They claim they don’t know when the next time I might go off on somebody again and not remember it. They claim they had to protect the rest of the public from me until I was put on medication.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Did the security guards ever told you why the guy came and approached you in the first place?” the man asks.

  “They said they didn’t really know why the guy came and approached me,” Diane D says. “They said they didn’t know what his intentions were.”

  “They didn’t know?”

  “No.”

  “Do they know now?”

  “No, they still don’t know.”

  “Why not?”

  “They said he’s still not talking.”

  “He’s still not talking?”

  “That‘s what they said.”

  “How come?”

  “Because they said he’s still slightly paralyzed and not able to speak.”

  “He’s still not able to speak because of what you did?”

  “That’s what they told me.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Wow Diane D,” the man says. “First your cousin Dana caused a female police officer to get shot in the back and paralyzed for life, then you caused a staff member at a dance studio to be kicked in the head then paralyzed, probably for life too! I hear the doctors might have to put HIM on permanent disability now.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “If this guy goes on permanent disability, that means you caused another person to be put on permanent disability while you were in a state of trance,” the man says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “My God Diane D. You seem very, very dangerous when you’re in a state of trance! Look what happened to that little boy Marcus inside that school hallway! Look what happened to those security guards and those police officers! Look what happened inside that jail cell with those correction officers! Look what happened to the storage room door at the hospital and to the storage room! Look at what happened to those security guards on stage in Germany and look what happened to that staff member who approached your physical body while you were meditating inside the locker room at the dance studio! And that all happened while you were in a state of trance! All I know, is that I would never try to come anywhere near you while you’re in a state of trance and I would never want to come across your cousin Dana. I don‘t need either of you to cause me to become paralyzed then I‘ll wind up being on permanent disability myself! Thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone as the audience claps. A Middle Eastern male reporter around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I heard that while you were meditating inside your family’s house one time, you were in a state of trance. I heard that while you were in a state of trance, you tried to attack and kung fu kick a contractor right in the head that was working inside your family’s home for no reason!”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “I heard that your family had to hurry and get that contractor out of the house before you harmed him! Your family claims you weren’t even aware of what you were doing! I heard that when you came out of your state of trance, your family told you what you had done and when they told you what you had did, you had no recollection of it. Your family said you didn’t remember the incident at all! Do you remember trying to attack the contractor that was working inside your family’s house?”

  “No I don’t remember trying to attack anybody that was working inside my family’s home,” Diane D says.

  “Do you believe your family when they told you that you tried to attack the contractor?”

  “Of course I believe my family when they told me that because my family wouldn’t lie to me. They have no reason to lie to me.”

  “So you do believe that you tried to attack the contractor?”

  “Yes I believe it, because my family said so.”

  “Oh, so if other people told you that, you wouldn’t believe it.”

  “I don‘t think I would.”

  “I see. How did you feel, when your family told you that you tried to attack the contractor?”

  “I felt bad about it. I tried to call the contractor’s company up to apologize to the guy, but the company said the guy wants nothing to do with me.”

  “That’s what they said?”

  “Yes that’s what they said.”

  “So the guy never came back to your family’s house to finish the job?”

  “No, he refused to ever come back to my family’s house.”

  “He refused?”

  “Yeah, so they had to send another guy to finish the job.”

  “They sent another guy?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “Did the other guy ever came to the house and finished the job?”

  “Yes he did.”

  “So why was the second guy bold enough to come work inside your family’s house? Did he have any problems with you?”

  “No he didn’t, because I wasn’t there.”

  “You weren’t there?”

  “No I wasn‘t.”

  “How come?”

  Diane D sighs. She then says, “Because the company made my family sign an agreement, that I will not be anywhere around the house when the second guy comes to the house to finish the job.”

  “What! Your family had to sign an agreement to make sure you won’t be around their house when the second guy comes there?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So if you weren’t around when the second guy came to the house, where were you?”

  “I was sent to my other grandparents’ house.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes I was.”

  “How was that? Because I heard a different contracting company had your other grandparents sign an agreement to make sure your cousin Dana won’t be anywhere around their home in order for them to send anymore contractors to their house, is that true?”

  “Yes it‘s true, but that was at a different time.”

  “Oh I see. So if your cousin Dana wasn’t around your other grandparents’ home when those contractors came back over there, where was she?”

  “My grandfather Mike sent her to Jamaica to stay with her grandparents down there.”

  “Your grandfather Mike sent her to Jamaica?”

  “Yes he did.”

  “I see. I also heard that your family had to hurry and get a window guy that was working inside the kitchen out of their house while you were in a state of trance before you harmed him too! Your family claims they were trying to hold you back inside your bedroom to keep you from going downstairs after the window guy then all of a sudden you started dragging them right towards the door out the bedroom! Your family claim you weren’t even aware of what you were doing at that time either! Your family claim that when you came out of your state of trance, they told you what you had tried to do while the window guy was inside the house! They said you had no recollection of that either! Do you remember dragging your family members towards the door right out the bedroom trying to go downstairs after the window guy that was working inside your family’s kitchen?”
r />   “No I don’t.”

  “Do you believe your family when they told you that you tried to go after the window guy?”

  “Yes I believe them.”

  “How did you feel, when your family told you that you tried to go after the window guy too?”

  “I felt bad about that. Again, I tried to call the window guy’s company up to apologize, but the company wants nothing to do with my family‘s household.”

  “They don‘t?”

  “No. They said the only way they’ll ever come back to my family’s house to fix the window, is if I’m not there.”

  “Is if you‘re not there?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did they ever come back to your family’s house to fix the window?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “So if they came back to your family’s house to fix the window, that means you weren’t there.”

  “No I wasn‘t.”

  “So if you weren’t there, where were you, sent back to your other grandparents‘ home?”

  “No. I WAS going to be sent back to their house, but when my grandma Margarita and grandpa Tomas called my grandpa Mike and grandma Gracy again, my grandpa Mike and grandma Gracy said they were getting work done again at their house at the same time too and they didn‘t want the contractors there to have any problems with me either AND they didn’t want the contractors there to have any problems with Dana again?”

  “So what did your grandparents do?”

  “My grandpa Mike purchased two plane tickets. He used one of the plane tickets to send Dana back to Jamaica again, and used the other plane ticket to send me to the Dominican Republic.”

  “What?” the audience laughs.

  “Your grandpa Mike sent Dana to Jamaica again and sent you to the Dominican Republic?” the man asks.

  “Yes he did,” Diane D says. “After the work was finished and done at both sets of my grandparents’ places, my grandpa Mike sent for me and Dana to come back, so Dana and I came back and stayed with our grandparents again.”

  “Y’all did?”

  “Yes we did.”

  “Wow, that‘s nice. Do you and your cousin Dana usually have a problem with contractors that work inside your grandparents’ places?”

  “Me, not personally. I have nothing against anybody that works inside my grandparents’ places, it’s Dana that doesn’t want them there! I WANT the contractors to be inside my family’s places to fix whatever needs to be fixed, I have no reason in the world to not want them there and I have no reason in the world to want to hurt or harm them! It’s just that them being inside my family’s place at the exact same time I’m meditating, don’t seem to mix for some reason.”

  “It doesn’t?”

  “No.”

  “You know why it doesn’t mix?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “Well YOU might want them there Diane D, but do you think maybe it’s that other personality that doesn’t want them there?”

  “Ooooh,” the audience says.

  “Other personality?” Diane D asks.

  “Yeah,” the man says. “Maybe that other personality could be picking up some kind of vibe.”

  “What other personality? I don’t know why the hell I keep hearing about this other personality. There’s no other personality sir.”

  “There isn’t?”

  “No.”

  “So how come you don’t remember trying to attack the contractors then?!”

  “I don’t know why I don‘t remember trying to attack the contractors! I don’t know why they being inside my family’s home while I’m meditating, doesn’t mix!”

  “You don’t know at all?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “I see. So if your meditation is causing you to have problems with contractors working inside your grandparents’ places, what’s your cousin Dana’s reason for having problems with the contractors?”

  “She, she just doesn’t like them.”

  “She doesn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Why doesn‘t she like them?”

  “She just doesn‘t.”

  “Wow, she doesn’t seem to like anybody!” the man says as the audience laughs, “especially after hearing how she gave those hotel guests in Germany the brush off and how she treated the Punky Gurlz over the telephone when they tried to reach you at your other grandparents’ place! Well, I’m glad both sets of your grandparents were finally able to get the work they needed done in their homes, I‘m happy for them. And thank you for sharing that information.” The man steps away from the microphone as the audience claps. A black male reporter around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I heard that you AND your cousin Dana have both been tased a few times by the police in the past when either of you got out of control, but I heard that the taser had no effect on either you or your cousin Dana at all. I heard that you two were still out of control regardless of the taser. Is that true?”

  “That’s what I heard.”

  “What?” the audience says.

  “That’s what you heard?” the man puzzled asks. “What do you mean ‘that’s what you heard’? You don’t know whether or not you or your cousin Dana were still out of control regardless of the taser?”

  “It’s not that I don’t know whether or not she or I were still out of control regardless of the taser,” Diane D says, “is that I don’t remember any of us ever being tased.”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “You don’t remember you or your cousin Dana ever being tased?” the man asks.

  “No I don‘t,” Diane D says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “But the police, other people and my family have confirmed to me, that I and my cousin Dana were both tased before.”

  “They confirmed it to you?” the man asks.

  “Yes they did, but I just don’t remember it happening.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “So if you don’t remember ever being tased,” the man says, “that means you don’t remember feeling the taser either, do you?”

  “No, I don’t remember feeling it,” Diane D says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “What about your cousin Dana?” the man asks. “Does she remember feeling the taser?”

  “She claims she doesn‘t remember feeling the taser either,” Diane D says.

  “She doesn’t remember feeling the taser either?”

  “That’s what she said.”

  “So if someone asks you or your cousin Dana to describe how it feels to be tased, neither of you are able to describe the feeling?”

  “No because we don’t know or remember how it feels.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Do you even remember your out-of-control behavior at the time you were being tased?” the man asks.

  “No I don’t remember it,” Diane D says.

  “You don’t?”

  “No. The police and my family showed me what happened on video the next day.”

  “They did?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “So that means you saw your out-of-control behavior on the video.”

  “Yes I did, but I don’t remember behaving that way.”

  “You don‘t?”

  “No I don‘t.”

  “Did you see the police tasing you in the video?”

  “Yes I did see them tasing me in the video, but I don’t remember being tased or remember feeling the taser.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Well if you or your cousin Dana don’t remember feeling the taser or remember your out-of-control behavior at the time, maybe because your original soul or spirit wasn’t there,” the man says.

  “Oooohh,” the audience says
.

  “Your original soul or spirit was probably gone away from your physical body while your physical body was being tased and another soul, spirit or entity that we’ve all been hearing about was most likely inside your physical body at the time. That‘s probably why you don’t remember feeling the taser nor remember your out-of-control behavior that day.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone as the audience claps. A white/Latino man around his late 30’s with a tan complexion and straight black hair with bangs steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, do you think maybe that’s why you don’t remember levitating off the stage in Germany, because your soul or spirit probably wasn’t around your physical body, while your physical body was levitating off the stage?”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says as they shockingly look at Diane D.

  “And do you think maybe that‘s why you don’t remember beating on and attacking that little boy Marcus inside the school hallway, because your soul or spirit probably wasn’t around your physical body, while your physical body was beating and attacking him?”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says.

  “And do you think maybe that‘s why you don’t remember being tased by the police or remember feeling the taser because your soul or spirit probably wasn’t around your physical body while your physical body was being tased?”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says.

  “I mean how can you not remember being tased?! And do you think maybe that‘s why you don’t remember kung fu kicking that storage room door wide open then damaging the storage room, because your soul or spirit probably wasn’t around your physical body, while your physical body was kung fu kicking the storage room door then did damage inside the storage room?!”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says again.

  Diane D looks up in the air and thinks. She then looks at the man and says, “I don’t know how someone’s physical body, is capable of doing anything at all, if the person‘s soul or spirit is not there inside of it at the moment.”

  “You said your physical body was on the floor sitting in a meditated state while your soul or spirit was out of it away from it, just like in that painting.”

  “Yeah because that’s the way I left it!”

  “You said you believed your family when they told you that you tried to kung fu kick the contractor that was working inside their house and you believed your family when they told you that you tried to go after the window guy that was working downstairs inside their kitchen! Don’t you think that maybe it’s possible, that while your soul or spirit is temporary away from your physical body, another soul, spirit or entity enters into your physical body to take your soul‘s place for a while and that other soul, spirit or entity is the one doing things like the other lady said, attacking people kung fu kicking them, beating and attacking that little boy Marcus inside that isolated school hallway, kung fu kicking him a couple of feet in the air, kung fu kicking a stuck storage room door right off its hinges then going right into the storage room damaging it, kung fu kicking the guy in the locker room of the dance studio breaking his neck causing him to be paralyzed and trying kung fu kick contractors that are working inside your family‘s house! And while you were on stage in Germany, do you think while your soul or spirit was temporary away from your physical body after you meditated, another soul, spirit or entity enters into your physical body to take your soul‘s place for a while and that other soul, spirit or entity is the one doing things, like levitating in mid air right in front of thousands of people?”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd shockingly says as they nervously look at Diane D.

  “And you have no recollection of any of those incidents! How come you never seem to remember any of your out-of-control or out-of-this world behaviors?!”

  “Oooohhh,” the audience says.

  “Diane D, don’t you think that maybe you should stop meditating and stop leaving your physical body altogether?” the man says as the audience claps and cheers.

  “Man you sound just like my family,” Diane D says.

  “Well I think your family is right! You said it yourself that when you meditated on that stage in Germany, you accidentally hypnotized yourself and your self-hypnosis got out of hand! Diane D, I think you should stop meditating and stop leaving your physical body altogether to keep other souls, spirits or entities from entering into your physical body and using it!”

  The audience claps and cheers.

  “By you constantly leaving your physical body, I think you’re opening doors for other personalities, souls, spirits or entities to come right into it!”

  The audience claps and cheers again.

  “It’s like these other personalities, souls, spirits or entities are saying ’if you’re not going to be inside your physical body or stay inside your physical body, they might as well enter it and use it and do or behave however they want with it! Like they say, ‘When the cat’s away, the mice will play‘.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd shockingly says as they clap and frighteningly nod their heads.

  Diane D looks up in the air and thinks again. She then says, “Yes it is true in life, that when the cat’s away, the mice will play, but let me get one thing straight,” Diane D looks at the man again and says, “I don’t always meditate whenever my soul or spirit leaves my physical body.”

  “You don’t?” the man asks.

  “No I don‘t. A lot of times, it happens completely beyond my control. In other words, it happens on its own. It depends on what mood I’m in, especially, when I‘m in an angry mood.”

  “Oooohh,” the crowd says.

  “A lot of times, I try not to get angry, because when I do get angry, I feel like I’m about to pass out, or, I feel like my soul or spirit is being pulled or snatched out of my physical body and I suddenly find my soul or spirit floating around in space wandering the universe, all without my control! While my soul or spirit is floating around in space wandering the universe, I be wondering, what the hell am I doing out here! In the hospital, when I heard the tray dropped around the corner of the back clinic hallway, then went around the corner and didn’t see anyone there, then went into the stairwell and was about to go down the stairs to try to find out who was in that area, it felt like I was about to pass out right there at the top of the stairs, so I held on to the railing and leaned against the wall to keep myself from falling down the stairs. Then I felt myself blacking out! While I was blacking out, the next minute I know, is that my soul or spirit is floating around in space! The next minute I know, is that I was in the next building standing on the fifth floor hallway at the receptionist desk with terrible pain in my left leg and foot while my eyes were fixed on the two hospital employees, who claimed to have witnessed me kung fu kicked the storage room door. I didn’t even know why my eyes were fixed on those two guys at first, it was just fixed on them for some reason. Then I looked around wondering ‘Where was I?’. Then I realized that I’m on the fifth floor hallway at the receptionist desk in the next building, wondering what the hell was I doing there. I don’t even know or remember how I got on the fifth floor at the receptionist desk in the next building and I did not know why I was even up there! I thought maybe I was sleepwalking or something. So as far as I know, I never made down the stairs to where that storage room door is. As far as I can remember, I went from the top of the stairs in one building, to the receptionist desk on the fifth floor in another building and I did not meditate at all before that incident happened! But I was angry before that incident happened.”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “I was angry because I wanted to know, who the hell was in that area and caused the tray to drop! I felt that whoever was over there in that area was spying on me. And while my soul or spirit was out there floating around in space wandering t
he universe, the two hospital employees claim, that’s when they heard my footsteps coming down the stairs to the lower level of the clinic area!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “They claim that’s when they saw me coming from around the corner of the lower level of the clinic hallway looking around the lower level of the clinic hallway, then they claim they saw me go right to the storage room door which was slightly open. Then they claim they saw me trying to push the storage room door open. When that didn’t work, they claim that’s when they saw me run right to the storage room door then jumped and spun my entire body around and kung fu kicked that storage room door wide open breaking the door right off its hinges!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience shockingly says.

  “Then they claim they saw me spin my entire body around again giving the storage room door another kung fu kick breaking the door off its hinges even more! Then they said that’s when I went inside the storage room like a lunatic on a rampage and damaged the storage room by ransacking it! Then they claim they saw me on the fifth floor hallway of the next building coming down the hallway angrily looking inside the patients’ rooms as I was coming towards the receptionists’ desk area where they were. I have no recollection of any of that! Again, I did not meditate before that incident happened! Inside the school, when that little boy Marcus made this shocking confession to me on the third floor school hallway that night, that the little three-year old boy dying of leukemia didn’t exist, and told me that the little boy never existed that it was all a hoax planned by him and his brother, I became shocked when I learned what he and his brother did. Then I somehow got scared and backed away from Marcus while he was still down the middle of the school hallway leaning against the wall. Then I started to become furious while I was staring down the hallway at him.”

  The audience frighteningly stare at Diane D as they listen to her story.

  “While I was staring down the hallway at Marcus, the next minute I know, is that I didn’t see him anymore. I didn’t see the hallway anymore either. The next minute I know, is that my soul or spirit is out there in space wandering the universe! Then the next thing I know, is that I’m sitting in the front passenger seat of my family van feeling intense pain all over my physical body. So as far as I know, once I backed away from Marcus, him and I were never near each other again. As far as I can remember, I went from the edge of the third floor school hallway, to the inside of my family’s van and I did not meditate at all before that incident happened! But I was angry before that incident happened.”

  “Oh no,” the audience says.

  “I was angry because I realized that this little boy Marcus and his brother tricked me and my family into coming to his school by preying on our sympathy about some dying little kid who has leukemia! I felt really betrayed by this little boy and his brother because I felt that they were preying on my and my families emotions just to get us to come to his school. And while my soul or spirit was out there in space wandering the universe, this little boy Marcus claim to everyone that’s when I refuse to let him go by me to get back to where the principal’s office is!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “He also claims to everyone that’s when I attacked him, broke his wrist, went into a trance, dropped kicked him in his back, kung fu kicked him a couple of feet in the air, refused to let him retrieve his cell phone while it was on the floor ringing! He also claims to everyone that while my cell phone was in my pocket ringing, I didn’t answer it, so he attempted to get my cell phone and answer it himself! He also claims to everyone that when he tried to reach and grab my cell phone while it was in my pocket, that’s when I spun my entire body around and gave him a kung fu kick kicking him a couple of feet in the air! He also claimed that I did not respond while he was throwing objects at me and claimed that I chased and charged after him on the third floor school hallway and in the back stairwell and swears to everybody that while he was running down the back stairwell, he heard me kung fu kick the third floor stairwell door so hard that the stairwell vibrated!”

  “Oh shoot,” the audience says.

  “I have no recollection of any of that! And again, I did not meditate at all before that incident happened! In the park, when those security guards were rough handling two of the Dianettes, Miranda and Bernice trying to arrest them, I became shocked and ran to stop those security guards. I started beating the crap out of them, then I somehow lost it.”

  The audience frighteningly stare at Diane D as they continue to listen to her story.

  “As I was beating the crap out of those security guards, the next minute I know, is that my soul or spirit is floating around in space wandering the universe! Then the next thing I know, is that I’m waking up inside a jail cell the following day feeling pain all over my physical body and finding mysterious bruises all over it. So as far as I know, I never once kicked those security guards. As far as I can remember, I went from punching those security guards, to waking up inside a jail cell the next day in the afternoon and I did not meditate at all before that incident happened! But I was angry before that incident happened.”

  “Oh oh,” the audience says.

  “I was angry because I didn’t like the way those security guards were rough handling Miranda and Bernice causing pain on them! And while my soul or spirit was out there floating around in space wandering the universe, the police officers and security guards claim to everyone, that’s when I went around like a lunatic on a rampage assaulting them, giving them kung fu kicks to the groin injuring three of them for life! And while my soul or spirit was still out there wandering the universe, that’s when the correction officers inside the jail claim to everyone that I was a lunatic inside the jail cell trying to attack them as well and they had a hard time trying to keep me inside the jail cell! They also claim to everyone that they kept poking my ribs with a ten feet pole while I was on the floor of the jail cell trying to hold me back and keep me in there, then claimed that I literally punched and bent the ten feet pole knocking the ten feet pole right out of their hands, then claimed when they escaped out of the jail cell into the hallway and quickly closed the door, they kept hearing me throwing and banging my body against the cell door so hard that they can feel the vibration! Again, I have no recollection of any of that! But when I woke up inside the jail cell the next day in the afternoon, I do remember feeling pain all over my physical body and I do remember seeing a bent ten feet pole laying on the floor, but I didn’t know that I had anything to do with it! I did not know that the correction officers were poking my ribs with that ten feet pole, and I did not know that I punched and bent that ten feet pole knocking it right out of their hands! I didn’t even know anybody was capable of punching and bending a ten feet pole until my family told me about it when I released from jail three months later!”

  The audience frighteningly stare at Diane D as they continue to listen to her story.

  “I told my family ‘No wonder why I felt pain all over my body and felt slight pain in my ribs the day I woke up inside the jail cell and no wonder why my knuckles were bruised and swollen, and I did not meditate before any of those incidents happened, but I still found my soul or spirit floating around in space wandering the universe during those suppose altercations, therefore, I do not have to meditate in order for my soul or spirit to be pulled or snatched out of my physical body! All I have to do, is become angry, that’s when my soul or spirit is pulled and snatched out of my physical body and placed out into the universe for the time being! What happens to my physical body while my soul or spirit is away from it, I do not know. I will usually find out later on when my soul or spirit is placed back into my physical body and my family and other people tell me about it later on what actually happened to me.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Wow Diane D,” the man says. “That little boy Marcus also claimed to everyone, that when he was throwing those heavy objects at you i
nside the school hallway, you didn’t seem to even see or feel the heavy objects he was throwing at you. He said you just stood there like a mannequin and didn’t move or blink at all! He claims even when your face started to bleed, you just stood right there with your face bleeding and didn’t respond or move! Is that why you don’t remember him throwing those heavy objects at you, and is that why you didn‘t seem to see or feel the objects he was throwing at you, because your soul or spirit wasn‘t there?”

  “I guess so,” Diane D says.

  “So do you believe now that this kid Marcus threw those heavy objects at you?”

  “I guess I believe it now. Those scars, blood and bruises that appeared on my physical body and face when I woke up inside my family‘s van and the pain I felt when I woke up inside my family’s van came from somewhere.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Diane D,” the man says, “do you know who or what be pulling and snatching your soul or spirit out of your physical body and placing it out into the universe whenever you get angry?”

  “No I have no idea,” Diane D says.

  “You don’t?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “Do you know why your soul or spirit be pulled and snatched out of your physical body whenever you get angry?”

  “No I do not know why.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Are you even able to stop your soul or spirit from being pulled and snatched out of your physical body whenever you get angry?” the man asks.

  “No I’m not able to stop it,” Diane D says.

  “You‘re not?”

  “No. It‘s beyond my control.”

  “You have no control over it?”

  “No.”

  “You mean to tell me, if you get angry again, your soul or spirit could be snatched out of your physical body again?”

  “I’m afraid so.”

  “Oh no,” the audience frighteningly says.

  “See? That’s why I try not to get angry, because I don’t want my soul or spirit to keep being pulled and snatched out of my physical body then my family or other people wind up telling me that I did this or I did that, or I behaved this way or I behaved that way, and I wind up not remembering any of the incidents!”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “I know one thing Diane D,” the man says. “I wouldn’t want to get you angry. I wouldn’t want your soul or spirit to be pulled and snatched out of your physical body and placed out into the universe for the time being because I don’t know what other personality, soul, spirit or entity might come into your physical body and take your soul or spirit’s place.”

  “Ooooohh,” the audience says.

  “Thanks for sharing that information.” The man steps away from the microphone as the audience claps and cheers. A Latino woman with bright red hair around her early 60’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, even though your family never saw or witnessed you levitate Live, how do they feel about you meditating altogether?”

  “They don’t really like it.”

  “They don’t?”

  “Not really.”

  “How do they feel that when you meditate, your soul or spirit leaves your physical body temporary?”

  “They have a problem with that.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes they do.”

  “How come?”

  “They feel my soul or spirit needs to stay put.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes they do.”

  “I see. How do they feel about your soul or spirit traveling to the spirit world?”

  “They have a problem with that too.”

  “They do?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How come?”

  “They said I don’t need to be going there until it’s my time to. They said once I actually die and pass away and God calls me home for good, that’s when I should be there and not go there before my time.”

  “Yeah!” the audience claps and cheers very loud!

  Diane D puzzled looks at the audience. She then says, “Wow. Obviously you all agree with my family, don’t you?”

  “Yeah!” the audience shouts.

  “Because your family is right Diane D,” the woman says. “We agree with your family because we don’t want anything to go wrong again. We don’t want you to accidentally hypnotize yourself and the same thing goes wrong like what happened in Germany! What a lot of us saw in the video really scared us. The first time your body levitated off the stage looked like something right out of The Exorcist!”

  “Oooohh!” the audience says.

  “The second time your body levitated off the stage looked like you were being hung and spun by an invisible rope or noose!”

  “Oooohh!” the audience says.

  “That frightened a lot of people! Then your body suddenly dropped and landed on the stage floor as soon as your family approached near the stage! When you opened your eyes and looked around, you didn’t even seem to know where you were or what was happening. You looked like you were in a daze. You seemed like you were in pain from that fall. It really scared me and saddened me to see something like that happen to you and I‘m sure the audience in Germany didn‘t expect to see anything like THAT happen!”

  “It was never my intention for anything like that to happen Miss,” Diane D says.

  “Did your neck get hurt or damaged by that experience Diane D? Was your neck in pain from that ordeal?”

  “No, my neck wasn’t in pain, it was fine. I didn’t feel any pain in my neck at all.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Was there any bruising on your neck or anything like that?”

  “No. The only pain I remember feeling, was when I dropped on the stage floor and landed on my ass. That’s the only pain I remember feeling.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why do you meditate in the first place Diane D?”

  “Because I like it. It gives me a peace of mind.”

  “I see. Well if you HAVE to meditate, please be careful. Just meditate and keep your soul and spirit inside your physical body, don‘t let it go off anywhere. We all love you and we don’t want you to accidentally hypnotize yourself and the same thing wind up happening again like it did in Germany.”

  “I understand Miss. I’ll try to be careful.”

  “Thank you. That‘s all we want and I‘m glad to see that you‘re okay.”

  “Thanks Miss.”

  “You’re welcome.” The audience claps and cheers as the woman turns and steps away from the microphone. A young chubby black lady around her early 20’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the young lady and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the young lady says. “Diane D, I would like to know, does anybody else in your family meditates besides you? How many people in your family meditate altogether?”

  “Just me.”

  “Just you?”

  “Yeah. Every so often, my cousin Dana would meditate with me.”

  “She would?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Does her soul or spirit travels outside of her physical body too when she meditates? And if it does, does her soul or spirit travel to the spirit world also?”

  “I’m sorry, I can’t really talk about what Dana does or goes through during her meditation experience. She’s a private person, she doesn’t like her business being talked about. So that is something I have to keep private between me and her. I‘m a private person too, I‘m just not as private as she is.”

  “I understand. Do the Dianettes meditate?”

  “No they don’t. They’re not into meditation.”

  “They’re not?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “Just you.
”

  “Just me.”

  “I see. Okay thank you.” The young woman steps away from the microphone. A young Middle Eastern man around his early 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I would like to know, if you can teach me how to levitate.”

  “Can I teach you how to levitate?”

  “Yeah. I’m an inspiring magician, and I would love to learn what you did! I and other performers were watching that video a few days ago. We saw what you did in the video when you balanced your entire body in a horizontal position two feet off the stage floor while your arms were completely straight! I was amazed! I and the other performers were trying to practice doing that exact same technique at the dance studio, but we just couldn’t do it! The only time we were able to actually balance our entire body in a horizontal position two feet off the floor with our arms completely straight like you did, is if our feet is held on to something like a bench like that photo of you in the park or if we’re under water at a pool or a beach and the water brings and holds our entire body and feet up, but you weren’t at a pool or beach when you levitated or balanced your entire body in a horizontal position two feet off the floor with your arms completely straight Diane D. You were on a stage! And your feet weren’t held on to anything! How’d you do it?!”

  “And this part of me balancing my entire body in a horizontal position two feet off the stage floor was before my meditation part or after my meditation part?”

  “It was after you meditated with your legs in a split position.”

  “Okay. Like I told everybody earlier, all the performance I did after I meditated, I don’t remember. So if that part of me balancing my entire body in a horizontal position two feet off the stage floor came after my meditation part, I don‘t remember it. I remember nothing after I meditated. The only thing I remember after I meditated, is feeling my body fall and drop to the stage floor then opened my eyes and see my family rushing to me. By then, my entire performance was over. Being that I don’t remember the part of the performance after I meditated, I missed the ending of my own performance.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah. I only saw the ending of my own performance on video the next day.”

  “Wow.”

  “Sorry I wish I had an answer for you. But Good Luck on your magician adventure.”

  “Thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A young white woman around her mid 20’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, speaking of magician, I would like to know, are you a magician yourself?”

  “Am I a magician?”

  “Yeah.”

  “No I’m not a magician.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No I’m not. Why would you think that?”

  “Because of you and the Dianettes’ Illusions Of Zero Gravity performance. You all did things that are impossible. That’s why I want to know, if you’re a magician.”

  “No I’m not a magician, but I do like magic shows though.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “I see. Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A young white man around his early 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I would like to know, how do you feel that people are labeling you ’The Queen of Levitation’?” The audience claps and cheers.

  “The Queen of Levitation?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t know how I should feel about that label Mister, because I don’t remember levitating and I don’t believe I actually levitated.”

  “Not at all?”

  “Not at all. I really can‘t take credit for something I don‘t remember doing or something I don‘t believe I did.”

  “Wow. Okay thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A black man around his early 60’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, how do you feel, that people and the newspapers are labeling you as ‘The Female Bruce Lee’ by your kung fu kicks?”

  “How do I feel about it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I have a lot of legendary idols from the past, and he’s one of them. So do I take it as a compliment? Yes I do take it as a compliment.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “That‘s good. How do you feel that people sometimes label you Bruce Lee’s sister?”

  “Bruce Lee’s sister?”

  “Yeah. Are you related to Bruce Lee in any kind of way?”

  “Am I related to Bruce Lee?”

  “Yeah, because you do kind of resemble him, especially around the eyes and hair.”

  “Yeah I’ve been told that before.”

  “You have?”

  “Yes I have. Well, as far as I know, I’m not related to Bruce Lee. My family has no blood relations or blood ties with him.”

  “Y’all don’t?”

  “As far as I know, we don‘t.”

  “Oh. Okay. Thank you Diane D. And I think you are so beautiful and gorgeous.”

  “Thank you sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” The man steps away from the microphone. A white woman around her late 50’s with dark hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, how is your cousin Dana’s Aunt Patricia doing? I would just like to know, are you and she still fighting over Dana?” The crowd laughs a little. The woman then says, “And is it true that your grandfather Mike actually threw you and her out of the country because of it?”

  “I wish the authorities had not put that in the newspaper. It was a personal family matter like any other family situations out there. But since they did put it out there in the papers and you want to know about it, Aunt Patricia and I are not fighting anymore. And yes it’s true, my grandfather Mike did throw me and her out of the country because of it and believe me, Aunt Patricia and I don’t want to go through that again.”

  “I don’t blame you. Is Aunt Patricia still in Jamaica?”

  “Yes Aunt Patricia is still in Jamaica.”

  “She is?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How come she’s still there and you got a chance to come back here.”

  “Because Aunt Patricia originally lives in Jamaica, she doesn’t live here in New York.”

  “She doesn’t?”

  “No she was only visiting here. I’m the one who actually lives here in New York, that’s why I came back and she didn’t.”

  “Oh I see. So since she was only visiting, she had to eventually go back to Jamaica anyway, right?”

  “Yeah, but not on that day. Aunt Patricia was supposed to stay here in New York another two months when she and I had that physical altercation and fallout. But since she and I had that physical altercation and fallout, my grandfather Mike cut her visit short and made her leave sooner. But Aunt Patricia will be back in New York to visit in a couple of months.”

  “She will?”

  “Yes she will.”

  “That’s nice. Will you two fight again?”

  “No, we won’t be fighting anymore, we learned our lesson. We don’t need my grandfather Mike throwing us out of the country again.”

  The crowd laughs a little. The woman then says, “But he did send you and your cousin Dana out of the country to keep the contactors working inside his home from having problems with you two.”

  “Yes he did. My Grandpa Mike has no problem with sending me or any of my family members out of the country if he has to.” />
  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “I see,” the woman says. “Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A young Latino man steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I just want to know, are you still friends with that Jamaican guy?”

  “Jamaican guy? What Jamaican guy?”

  “You know, the one that you disappeared in the woods with before, then you two wound up in the hospital with drugs found in your system? The one you tried to marry when you were already married to someone else?”

  “You mean Jonathan?”

  “Yeah, I think that’s his name, Jonathan. Are you still friends with him?”

  “I haven’t seen Jonathan in a while.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “No, and I don’t remember trying to marry him. But the last time I saw him, he was okay.”

  “He was?”

  “Yes he was.”

  “That’s good. What about his girlfriend?”

  “His girlfriend?”

  “Yeah. You know, the one who claimed you threatened her over the telephone, then claimed you sped your car all the way to her apartment building to beat her up in the parking lot behind her apartment building?”

  “Yeah. What about her?”

  “I just want to know, did you actually threaten her over the telephone?”

  “No I did not threaten that woman.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Is it true that you sped your car all the way to the parking lot where she lives so you can find her and assault her?”

  “No I did not speed my car to where she lives and I did not plan to assault her.”

  “Well have you seen her lately? Do you know how she’s doing?”

  “No I don’t know how‘s she doing. Why, you want her number?”

  “No I don’t want her number. I was just curious.”

  “I really don’t know how’s she doing and frankly my dear, I do not really give a damn how she’s doing and I do not really care to discuss her! Next question please!”

  “Sorry.” The man steps away from the microphone.

  “Please don’t get her upset!” a voice from the back of the audience shouts.

  Diane D quickly turns her head and firmly looks towards the back of the audience where the voice came from.

  The audience members quickly become quiet as Diane D firmly stares towards the back of the audience. The audience members puzzled stare at Diane D. Diane D continues to firmly stare towards the back of the audience. The audience members start to turn their heads and puzzled look towards the back of the audience. They turn their heads and puzzled look back at Diane D. Diane D continues to stare towards the back of the audience. The audience members start to become nervous as they stare at Diane D. Diane D continues to stare towards the back of the audience. The audience members frighteningly stare at Diane. Diane D then looks back towards the microphone area.

  Nicole steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at Nicole and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” Nicole says as the audience gives a sigh a relief. Nicole then says, “Diane D, I just want you to know, that I think you are marvelous and I think you are so beautiful.”

  “Thanks Ma‘am.”

  “And that is a lovely outfit you’re wearing. Where did you get that outfit?”

  “Oh the Dianettes made it for me. This is part of their clothing line.”

  “It is?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow, it is beautiful! I was wondering if it was part of their clothing line because I do see a matching bow on your hair. I figure a matching bow is part of their trademark.”

  “I think so.”

  “Wow. Where do they find matching bows for your outfits?”

  “They usually make the matching bows from the left-over material that they use for the clothes.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yeah. If there’s no left-over material to make matching bows, then they will just go out and shop around for bows that fit the color of the outfit.”

  “They would?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s a good idea. Do you like wearing bows in your hair?”

  “It doesn’t really matter to me. Normally, I don’t put bows in my hair, but the girls like to put them in my hair.”

  “They do?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How come?”

  “Because they’re crazy about bows.”

  “But you’re not as crazy about bows as much as they are, are you?”

  “Personally, I can take them or leave them.”

  “I see. Well I think the bows look so cute on you Diane D. I see you’re even wearing a bow in that sketch of you and painting of you kung fu kicking the storage room door. Were you wearing an orange bow in your hair that night they claimed you kung fu kicked the storage room door?”

  “Yes as a matter of fact, I was wearing an orange bow in my hair when I went to work at the hospital that night.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes I was.”

  “Is that outfit in the sketch and painting of you, the same exact outfit you were wearing that night?”

  “Yes I was wearing that exact outfit that night.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes I was.”

  “So you remember what you were wearing that night?”

  “Yes I do. Even though I don’t remember kung fu kicking the storage room door, I do remember what I was wearing that night.”

  “I see. How did whoever drew that sketch of you and made that painting of you know exactly what you were wearing that night? Did they see you that night?”

  “No they didn’t. The hospital employees saw me that night and saw what I was wearing and they described to the sketch artist and paint artist what I was wearing.”

  “Oh the hospital employees described what you were wearing to a sketch artist and paint artist?”

  “Yes they did. So whatever clothes the hospital employees describe to the sketch artist and paint artist, that’s what the sketch artist and paint artist are going to wind up drawing on my image, right down to the orange bow that was in my hair.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “How did you happen to wear an orange bow in your hair that night?” Nicole asks.

  “Well,” Diane D says, “when I was about to walk out my family’s house that night, the Dianettes stopped me right at the front door and said, ‘Wait a minute Diane, we can’t let you go out there without this matching bow in your hair.‘ They had an orange bow in their hand waiting for me, that’s when they put the orange bow at the bottom of my braid. Once they put the orange bow on my braid, I walked out the front door, got in my car and drove to work at the hospital.”

  “And that was the same night those two hospital employees claimed you kung fu kicked the storage room door?”

  “Yeah that was the same night.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Well I think it is so cute how the Dianettes want to put bows in your hair Diane D,” Nicole says. “What about the sketch and painting of you laying on the floor inside the jail cell? I see you’re wearing what looks like a white turtleneck shirt in the sketch and painting. Is that what you were wearing the day you got arrested for beating and attacking the security guards and police officers?”

  “Yes I was wearing a white shirt that day,” Diane D says.

  “You remember what you were wearing that day too?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “How did whoever drew that sketch of you and made that painting of you know exactly what you were wearing inside the jail cell? Did they see you inside there?”

  “No. The correction officers saw me and remember what I was wearing that day and they described what I was wearing to the
sketch artist and paint artist.”

  “The correction officers described what you were wearing to the sketch artist and paint artist too?”

  “Yes they did. So whatever the correction officers described to the sketch artist and paint artist, that’s what the sketch artist and paint artist are going to wind up drawing and painting on my image.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “What about that ‘Body and Soul’ painting of your physical body sitting on the floor in a meditated state while your soul or spirit is coming out of it?” Nicole asks. “It looks like your soul or spirit is creeping away from your physical body ready to sneak off somewhere.”

  “It does,” the audience says.

  “How did whoever did that painting, know to put that image like that?”

  “Because the doctors and the authorities started asking my family questions after my family claim to them that they have accidentally walked in on me several times and caught me sitting on the bedroom floor meditating,” Diane D says. “The doctors and the authorities wanted to know from my family, what do my family see when my family walk in on me and catch me meditating. My family told the doctors and the authorities that they would see me sitting on the bedroom floor in a meditated position inside a dimly lit bedroom. Then the doctors and the authorities wanted to know, how do I look like while I’m sitting on the bedroom floor meditating. My family told the doctors and the authorities that I look like I’m in some hypnotic state of trance with my eyes half closed staring into space. They told the doctors and the authorities that my body is there, but my mind, soul or spirit don’t seem to be there at all because they said whenever they wave their hands back and forth to me trying to get my attention, I do not respond to them. They told the doctors and the authorities that it doesn’t even look like I see or notice them in the room with me because I seem to look right through them as if they aren‘t even there.”

  “That’s what your family told the doctors and the authorities?”

  “That‘s right.”

  “That’s what that little boy Marcus claim to authorities too. Do you remember seeing your family entering the room waving their hands back and forth to you while you’re meditating?”

  “No I don’t remember seeing them.”

  “You don’t remember seeing them in the room with you at all?”

  “No.”

  “Do you remember yourself being in a hypnotic trance with your eyes half closed staring into space?”

  “At times because my soul or spirit would be on the outside of my physical body looking back at my physical body while my physical body is still sitting on the floor in a meditated position just like in the painting.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “So according to my family‘s description of how I look like while I‘m on the floor meditating, the doctors and the authorities started having ideas of how I might look like while I’m sitting on the floor meditating. They got a paint artist to paint a picture of how my physical body might look like while my physical body is sitting on the floor in a meditated position, then they got the paint artist to paint an image of how my soul or spirit might look like while my soul or spirit is walking away from my physical body leaving it looking back at it. After it’s all done, this painting winds up being the result.”

  “Wow,” the audience says as they frighteningly stare at the large BODY AND SOUL painting of Diane D‘s soul or spirit creeping away from her physical body with her spiritual head turned around looking back at her physical body while her physical body is left on the floor in a meditated position in a state of trance. “That is so scary and creepy,” the audience members say.

  “It is,” other audience members say.

  “Wow Diane D,” Nicole says. “Even though those images are creepy, I think they are so remarkable and so uncanny.”

  “They are,” the audience says.

  “I love those images of you Diane D. Even though they give me the creeps, I still love them and I think they’re brilliant and I think you are so wonderful.”

  “Thanks Ma‘am,” Diane D says.

  “You’re welcome.” Nicole steps away from the microphone as the audience claps. A younger black woman steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the young woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the young woman says. “Diane D, I love that photo of you balancing your entire body two feet off the ground with your arms straight and your hands on the ground with your feet appearing to be rested on top of a bench. I notice that you’re smiling in that photo Diane D. That seems to be the only image up there of you smiling. Since you’re smiling in that photo, you don’t appear to be angry or in any state of trance or anything like that. You seem to be happy, awake and alert and seem to know what is happening and what is going on around you. Since you don’t remember doing any balancing acts or any levitations during your ‘Illusions Of Zero Gravity’ performance in Germany, do you remember doing that balancing act in the photo of you smiling?”

  “Yes I remember doing that.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “Wow. Where was that photo shot at? Was it shot in Germany?”

  “No it wasn‘t. That photo was shot right here in a park in New York.”

  “It was?”

  “Yes it was. It was shot while me and the Dianettes were rehearsing for ‘The Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance.”

  “You and the Dianettes were rehearsing for the ‘The Illusions of Zero Gravity’ performance in that photograph?”

  “Yes we were. The photographer wanted to get shots of us rehearsing, so that’s just one of the shots the photographer took.”

  “It is?”

  “Yes it is.”

  “You didn’t rehearse at a dance studio?”

  “Yeah we rehearsed at a dance studio too. We rehearsed in both places, at a dance studio and at a park.”

  “I see. So you do remember doing that balancing act in that photograph of you smiling.”

  “Yes I do remember doing this balancing act in the photograph of me smiling, the other images on the wall I don‘t remember.”

  “Wow,” the audience says again.

  “Well I like that photo of you smiling Diane D,” the woman says, “I think it’s a very lovely photo. The other photos, paintings and sketches of you give me the creeps, because you seem to be angry in some of them. Some of the other ones, you seem to be in a state of trance or something like that and you didn’t seem to know what was happening or what was going on around you. I think those photos, paintings and sketches of you are so remarkable, even though they scare me, I think they are remarkable and I think you’re remarkable too.”

  “Thanks Miss,” Diane D says.

  “You’re welcome.” The young woman turns and walks away from the microphone. An Asian man around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I and the rest of the staff members from the museums and exhibits were so inspired by all those frightening images of you on the front wall, that my staff approached your family earlier and offered to make wax figures out of the frightening images of you and place those wax figures inside the horror division of a museum or exhibit, but my staff said your family declined that offer. Why did your family decline that offer?”

  “Because they said my alleged ordeals don‘t need to be on public display like that.”

  “They did?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “I feel the same way my family feels about it. I don’t need my alleged ordeals on public display like that.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to see yourself or an image of yourself in wax?”

  “Maybe not like that,” Diane D says as she points
at her images on the front wall. The audience laughs a little.

  “Would you like to see yourself in wax at all?” the man asks.

  “I never really gave it a thought.”

  “You never?”

  “No.”

  “Not even a thought of having you and the Dianettes performing in wax?”

  “No. It never crossed our minds.”

  “My staff said they also offered to make a wax figure of your cousin Dana too and place that wax figure inside the horror department of a museum also, but your family declined that offer too and said they would never allow a wax figure of yourself or a wax figure of your cousin Dana to be inside a horror department of a museum or exhibit. Why would your family never allow that?”

  “Because if you museum people put a wax figure of me and a wax figure of Dana inside the horror department, then what are you trying to say about me and her?!”

  “I wasn’t trying to say anything about you and her.”

  “So why choose the horror department for my and her wax figures then?”

  “I don’t know. The staff members and I thought it would be a good spot for your wax figures, that‘s all.”

  “Well my family and I are not interested in having any wax figures of myself or any wax figures of Dana being on display inside the horror department, no thank you.”

  “Okay. Sorry.” The man steps away from the microphone. A young white man around his late 20’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I would like to know, are you an endurance artist?”

  “An endurance artist?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “With the stunts you do, like meditating, hypnotizing yourself, balancing your entire body in a horizontal position, balancing your entire body upside down, doing hand stands on one hand, doing hand stands on your fingertips, martial arts, traveling outside of your physical body and going to the spirit world and levitating. I just want to know, are you an endurance artist.”

  “No I don’t think I am.”

  “You don‘t?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A South American man around his late 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, being that you meditate and you’re able to do these out-of-this world things like hypnotizing yourself, having your soul or spirit travel outside of your physical body and go to the spirit world and you get these other supernatural powers like dragging several people at once, kung fu kicking that little boy Marcus a couple of feet in the air, kung fu kicking a stuck storage room door wide open knocking the door right off its hinges then did damage to the storage room and you’re able to levitate, it sounds to me like you deal with the dark side.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  “I would like to know, do you deal with the dark side?”

  “What do you mean ‘dark side’?” Diane D asks.

  “Do you worship the Devil?”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says again.

  “People have accused me of worshipping the Devil,” Diane D says.

  “They have?” the man asks.

  “Yes they have, and the answer to that question is ’no’, I do not worship the Devil.”

  “You don‘t?”

  “No I don‘t worship the devil, and do you know why I don‘t worship the Devil?”

  “No I don’t. Why?”

  “I don’t think there is a such thing as the Devil.”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “You don’t believe there is a Devil?” the man asks.

  “No I don’t,” Diane D says.

  “What?!” the audience shouts. “How can you not believe that?!”

  “But the Bible says there is a Devil Diane D,” the man says. “Do you believe in God?”

  “If my family’s organization started in the churches and we perform the organization in the churches and we’re planning to build more churches, that should tell you right there that I believe in God,” Diane D says.

  “But you don’t believe there is a Devil.”

  “Not really.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  Diane D looks at the audience and shouts, “Hey! Everybody has a right to their own beliefs! Now if you all believe that there is a Devil, then fine, that‘s your belief! I’m just saying I don’t believe there is a Devil!”

  “Then where do you think all the evilness and wrong doings that people do come from?” the man asks.

  “I believe we’re born that way.”

  “You do?”

  “Oh absolutely.”

  “I see. Well do you believe there is a Hell?”

  “Yes I do believe there is a Hell.”

  “You do?!”

  “Yes I do, and do you know why I believe there is a Hell?”

  “You‘ve probably seen it during your out-of-body experiences?”

  “No that’s not why.”

  “So why do you believe there is a hell then?”

  “Because I believe we‘re in Hell right now, I believe this world is Hell.”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “You believe this world is Hell?” the man asks.

  “Yes I do,” Diane D says.

  “How can you believe this world is Hell Diane D?!”

  “Because what can be worst than this?!”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.”

  “Wow,” the man says. “So you don’t believe in the other Hell, the one that has the fire and brimstone with the Devil and pitch fork in it?”

  “No I don‘t,” Diane D says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “How does your family feel that you have doubts about the existence of the Devil or the other Hell?” the man asks.

  “I don’t know how they feel about that,” Diane D says.

  “Well do they believe there is a Devil or Hell?”

  “My family do believe, that there ARE dark forces out there.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes they do. They‘re not sure what those dark forces are, but they do believe in it.”

  “But you don’t.”

  “Not really.”

  “Do you believe in Angels?”

  “I don’t know, I’m not sure.”

  “I see. Well what about your cousin Dana?”

  “What about her?”

  “Does she deal with the dark side? Does she worship the Devil?”

  “No, Dana does not deal with any dark side or worship the Devil either.”

  “She doesn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Does she believe there is a Devil?”

  “I’m not sure if she believes there is a Devil.”

  “You’re not sure?”

  “No.”

  “Does she believe there is a Hell?”

  “I don’t know if she believes in that either.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No. That subject is not something we really talk about.”

  “You don’t talk about it?”

  “No we don’t.”

  “Do you two talk about religion at all?”

  “Not with each other. I talk about religion when my family and I do the organization at the churches, but it’s something I don’t talk about with Dana.”

  “No? Why not?”

  “Because she’s not really into religion.”

  “She’s not?”

  “No she’s not. She doesn’t want anything to do with religion.”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “She doesn’t?” the man asks.

  “No she doesn’t,” Diane D says.

  “Why not? She‘s not an Atheist is she?”

  “I
don‘t know whether or not Dana believes in God or any religion at all. But what does it matter to you whether she’s an Atheist or not? As long as YOU take care of YOUR belief. All I know, is that I respect her thoughts and opinions and not talk about religion with her.”

  “Wow. You know it’s so strange that your family DO believe that there ARE dark forces out there, but out of your family, only you and your cousin Dana don‘t believe in it, but yet only you two are the ones who meditate, seem to get these out-of-control behaviors that you don‘t remember and these superhuman strengths that you don’t remember and be possessed by other spirits or entities, not the rest of your family, the ones who actually DO believe that there are dark forces out there.”

  “Ooooohh,” the audience says.

  “I‘m just saying. Thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A middle aged white man steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, you say that you don’t believe that you harmed that little boy Marcus inside the school hallway, nor do you believe that you kung fu kicked that storage room door wide open and did damage to it then did damage inside the storage room and you don’t believe that you levitated. It sounds to me like you might be in some sort of denial of all the things you‘re accused of doing. I would like to know, are you in denial of doing all those things you‘re accused of doing?”

  “No I don’t think I’m in denial of those things if I actually don’t believe I committed those things.”

  “Well you got sent to the Mental Institution for a reason. Why do you think they sent you to the Mental Institution in the first place?”

  “Because of what that little boy told them. He claims I beat him up, I’m claiming I didn’t. The doctors and the authorities chose to believe his word over mine, that’s why I got sent to the Mental Institution.”

  “Maybe they chose to believe his word over your word because of your violent history. You do have a violent history you know.”

  “Yes that’s exactly why they chose to believe his word over mine because I got judged of my violent history which I have no memory of, but what else can I do? All I can do, is just go on for the rest of my life and continue to be punished for things I don‘t remember ever doing.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Sorry you’re going through that,” the man says.

  “Yeah me too,” Diane D says.

  “Thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A heavy-set black man around his mid 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, have the hospital or the authorities ever charged you with kung fu kicking or damaging the storage room door or damaging the storage room? Did they ever charge you for property damage?”

  “No they haven’t charged me for anything yet because they’re still investigating on what might have happened to the storage room door and to the storage room. The two hospital eye witnesses claim I did damage the storage room door and the storage room, I’m claiming I didn’t. So right now, it’s their word against mines.”

  “I see. So is the hospital trying to fix the storage room door now or the storage room?”

  “No they can’t do anything with the storage room door or with the storage room right now until the investigation is over.”

  “I see. So far right now, the storage room door and the storage room are still damaged?”

  “Yeah. I haven’t been by it lately, but my family have been by it lately and they told me that the storage room door and the storage room are still damaged.”

  “They told you that?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “Wow. What did you think of the storage room door and the storage room when the authorities first showed the storage room door and the storage room to you and your family?”

  “It looked like a tornado had blasted right through that door and into the room.”

  “It did?”

  “Yes it did.”

  “Wow. What did you see or what do you remember seeing?”

  “I saw the storage room door bent and the hinges broken with the door leaning and all the file cabinets practically turned upside down.”

  “What!” the audience shouts.

  “You saw the file cabinets turned upside down?!” the man asks.

  “Yeah,” Diane D says.

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “I heard that the file cabinets inside the storage room were very, very heavy and very tall like six feet tall!” the man says. “You mean to tell me, that you saw six feet tall heavy file cabinets turned upside down?”

  “I’m afraid I did.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “What do YOU think really happened to the storage room door and to the storage room?” the man asks.

  “I don’t know what really happened to that storage room door and to the storage room sir,” Diane D says. “As far as I know, I wasn’t there.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Okay thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A stocky black female reporter around her mid 50’s with a short black hair cut steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, you said you woke up one day and found yourself inside the Asylum, but you don’t remember going into the Asylum, you just woke up and found yourself in there. You also said you felt intense pain all over your physical body when you woke up inside the Asylum because the staff there said you started throwing and slamming your body hard against the walls and the door, but you don’t remember doing that either. How do you know for sure if they‘re telling the truth about you throwing and slamming your body hard against the walls and the door? How do you know THEY didn’t take advantage of you and hurt you themselves, but claim that you hurt your own self knowing that you won‘t remember anything?”

  “Because my family members were there. My brother Nicolas and the rest of my family claim to have witnessed my out-of-control behavior inside the Asylum.”

  “Your family witnessed it?”

  “Yes they did. They confirmed that I suddenly started getting out of control in there.”

  “They confirmed it?”

  “Yes they did. They said no one was around me when I started throwing and slamming my body hard against the walls and the door. They said I did it to myself.”

  “They did?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. Do your family members get to stay with you at the Mental Institution and the Asylum?”

  “Yeah. My family won’t let me be in there without them.”

  “They won’t?”

  “No.”

  “That’s good. Who in your family gets to stay with you?”

  “They all take turns.”

  “They do?”

  “Yeah. Sometimes my mom and my grandma Margarita stay there with me. Sometimes my Aunt Celeste and my grandma Gracy stay there with me, then other times I have both of my parents stay there with me, other times I have my grandma Margarita and my grandpa Tomas stay, other times I have my other set of grandparents my grandma Gracy and my grandpa Mike stay there with me, sometimes my brothers will stay there with me or my husband will stay there, my aunt Marilyn, my aunt Jean and my aunt Laura, but most of the time it‘ll be my mom and my grandma Margarita stay in there with me. So there‘s always someone in my family staying there with me.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s good. At least your family members get to be in there with you and keep an eye on you to make sure nothing goes wrong. Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone. An Indian male reporter around his late 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “
Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I heard that a lot of people had got so curious about your meditation, that they want to come to your family’s house to see and witness for themselves first hand how you look like while you’re meditating. I heard that people told your family, that the next time your family walk in on you and catch you meditating, they would like your family to call them right away, so your family can invite them right to their house and go up to your bedroom to catch and witness you meditating and hopefully snap pictures of you and take videos of you while you’re in a state of trance, but your family told the people ‘no’ because they said first of all, they do not invite the public to their house, second, they said they would never allow people to impose or invade on your private moment or your private space. The people were still anxious to see you meditating and being in a state of trance that they even offered to pay your family big bucks to come to their house to go up to your bedroom to see and witness you being in a state of trance. I heard that there would lines right outside of your family’s house going all the way around the corner of people anxious and curious to witness you being in a state of trance, but your family still declined that offer because they said even if they DID allow for people to come see you while you’re in a state of trance, it might not be safe for the people because your family is so afraid, that once the people step foot anywhere inside their house or into your bedroom, your physical body would suddenly sense strangers or non-family members in the house or room with it, then get up off the floor and attack the strangers and non-family members by giving them kung fu kicks to the head and not know or realize it, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body tried to kung fu kick that contractor that was working inside your family’s house, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body tried to go downstairs after the window guy that was working inside your family’s kitchen, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body practically kung fu kicked that guy’s head off in the dance studio locker room breaking his neck and knocking him out cold while you were in a state of trance causing him to be paralyzed, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body kung fu kick those security guards and police officers injuring a few of them for life while you were in a state of trance, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body was trying to attack the correction offers inside the jail cell, just like you didn’t know or realized that your physical body punched and bent that ten feet pole inside the jail cell while you were in a state of trance, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body allegedly kung fu kicked that little boy Marcus two feet in the air inside that school hallway while you were in a state of trance, just like you didn’t know or realize that your physical body allegedly kung fu kicked that storage room door wide open bending the door knocking it right off its hinges while you were in a state of trance, just like you didn’t know or realize that you kung fu kicked those security guards on the stage in Germany while you were in a state of trance. I mean the list goes on and on! Someone suggested to your family, that if they allow the public to come to your room to witness you meditating, your family should put a fence or gate around your physical body while your physical body is in a state of trance to keep the spectators safe, that way your physical body won‘t be able to harm the spectators if your physical body suddenly senses strangers in the house or in the room, but your family still told the people ‘no’ that they will not put you on public display like that, but people still want to see you meditating with their very own eyes Diane D.”

  “The people in Germany already witnessed me meditating with their very own eyes sir.”

  “Wow. That was a very unfortunate incident for them. But are you willing to teach your meditation skills inside a classroom or studio?”

  “No because my family don‘t trust me doing meditation in front of people.”

  “They don’t?”

  “No. They said they don‘t want the chaos that happened in Germany to repeat itself.”

  “So there is no chance for spectators to come to your house to witness you meditating and being in a state of trance?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A young white woman around her late 20’s with light brown shoulder length hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, you mention that your family accidentally walks in on you sometimes and catch you meditating in your bedroom, right?”

  “Right.”

  “I would just like to know, do you live with your family?”

  “Yes I do live with my family.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “How come?”

  “Because whenever I come out of jail or come out of the Mental Institution, I be placed into my family’s custody.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “I see. Where does your family live?”

  “My parents and my maternal grandparents which are my grandma Margarita and my grandpa Tomas live up in Westchester County.”

  “They live in Westchester?”

  “Yes they do.”

  “Wow, Westchester is very nice. What part of Westchester?”

  “Close to Putnam County.”

  “Close to Putnam County?”

  “Yeah. And my dad’s family which are my grandma Gracy and my grandpa Mike live in Queens.”

  “They live in Queens?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I see. Which family members do you live or stay with?”

  “Sometimes I live and stay with my parents and my maternal grandparents up in Westchester, and sometimes I stay with my paternal grandparents in Queens. I go back and forth between my two sets of grandparents.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do because both sets of grandparents have custody of me.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes they do.”

  “I see. Where does your husband stay?”

  “He stays with me and my family.”

  “He does?”

  “Yes.”

  “So when you and your husband stay with your parents and grandparents in Westchester, that means y’all have three generations living in the same house?”

  “Yes we do.”

  “Wow, that’s nice. Is it a two-family home or three-family home?”

  “It’s a one-family mansion.”

  “A one-family mansion?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow, that sounds real nice. How many rooms does your family’s mansion have?”

  “We have a lot of rooms.”

  “You all do?”

  “Yes we do.”

  “Wow that’s nice. Which side of the family walks in on you while you’re meditating, is it your parents and maternal grandparents in Westchester or your paternal grandparents in Queens?”

  “Both sides of the family would walk in on me while I’m meditating.”

  “Both sides of your family?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You don’t lock the bedroom door?”

  “No, I have to keep it unlocked for emergency purposes.”

  “Emergency purposes?”

  “Yeah. I usually have a couple or a few lit candles on the floor in front of me while I’m meditating.”

  “You have candles on the floor while you’re meditating?”

  “Yes I do, so I have to keep the bedroom door unlocked for safety reasons just in case something goes wrong that I‘m not aware of, then my family will be able to come into the room and stop it.”

  “You mean just in case a fire breaks out or something like that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I see. Do your family see you being in a state of trance when they walk in on you?”

  “That’s what they tell me.”

/>   “Do you see them?”

  “No, I don‘t remember seeing them.”

  “You don’t remember seeing them at all?”

  “No. They see me, but I don’t see them.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Okay, thank you,” the woman says. She then steps away from the microphone. A white man around his late 20’s with dark shoulder length hair and a slight beard steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, in that close up photo of your eyes and that close up photo of your face being in a state of trance, who snapped those photos?”

  “My aunt Marilyn snapped the photos of my eyes and face while I was sitting on the floor meditating.”

  “Your aunt Marilyn snapped the pictures of your eyes and face while you were meditating?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How close was she to you, when she snapped those photos of your eyes and face?”

  “Very close.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  “She didn’t zoom the camera in on you?” the man asks.

  “No she didn‘t,” Diane D says. “She told me she and my cousin Charlotte, who’s her daughter, sat down on the floor right in front of me, held the video camera right at my face for a while and took a video of my face while I was meditating.”

  “Your aunt and your cousin sat down on the floor in front of you and took a video of your face while you were on the floor meditating?”

  “Yeah. Then my aunt Marilyn snapped the picture of my face.”

  “Your aunt snapped the picture of your face right after she and your cousin took a video of it?”

  “Yeah. Then she and my cousin held the video camera closer to my face and held the video camera right at my eyes, then took a video of my eyes.”

  “They took a video of your eyes while you were in a state of trance?”

  “Yeah. Then my aunt snapped the picture of my eyes.”

  “Your aunt snapped the picture of your eyes right after she and your cousin took the video of it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How were your aunt and your cousin even able, to risk getting close to your physical body while your physical body was in a state of trance, when we just heard that your family say, it might not be safe for spectators to even step foot into your house or into your bedroom while you‘re in a state of trance?”

  “That’s right,” the audience says.

  “Weren’t your aunt and your cousin in danger of your physical body getting up off the floor kung fu kicking them in the face or head causing them to bleed or be paralyzed, just like your physical body did to that guy in the locker room and to those security guards on stage in Germany and tried to do to those contractors that were working inside your family’s house?”

  “I guess my aunt and cousin weren’t in danger,” Diane D says. “I didn’t see or hear of them being attacked or hurt by my physical body.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No. They seemed absolutely fine when they showed the videos and pictures of my eyes and face to me the next day.”

  “They did?”

  “Yes they did. I didn‘t see them hurt or bruised at all.”

  “You didn‘t?”

  “No. They told me they even moved some of my hair out of my eyes and face and placed my hair right behind my shoulders before they took the videos and snapped the pictures of me.”

  “They moved your hair out of your eyes and face and placed your hair behind your shoulders?”

  “That’s what they said.”

  “You don’t remember them doing that?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “You didn’t see them at all?”

  “No, I don’t remember seeing them.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “They were very LUCKY that your physical body didn’t attack them!” the man says. “Why were your aunt and your cousin spared from being attacked by your physical body? Your physical body would only attack strangers in the house or room, not family members?”

  “I don‘t know. As far as I know, none my family members has ever been attacked by my physical body while my soul or spirit was away from it.”

  “None of them?”

  “As far as they know and as far as I know, none of them.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “My family claim the most my physical body ever did with them while my soul or spirit is away from it, was drag several of them all at once.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “My God,” the man says. “What did you think of the videos and pictures of your eyes and face in a state of trance when your aunt and cousin showed the videos and pictures to you the next day?”

  “I thought it was odd,” Diane D says.

  “You thought it was odd?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. How did the pictures of your eyes and face wind up on the front wall?”

  “The hotel asked me is it alright if they put the pictures of my eyes and face on the front wall. I told them ’go ahead’ and they put the pictures on the front wall.”

  “Wow. What do your family think about seeing you meditating? What do they think about seeing you in a state of trance? Do they get freaked out by it?”

  “I don‘t really know.”

  “Wow. I know I would get freaked out by it if I was them. I don’t know if that’ll be something I would ever want to see. And if those spectators are willing to line up right outside of your family’s house to go up to your bedroom to witness you meditating and being in a state of trance, you don’t have to worry about me EVER being on that line because I would not risk going anywhere near your physical body while you‘re in a state of trance. I would rather stay far away from your physical body while you’re in a state of trance because I do not want to wind up with a broken neck.”

  “Ooooohh,” the audience says.

  “Thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone as the audience claps and cheers. A black man around his mid 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, that little boy Marcus claimed to the authorities, that when you went into a state of trance inside that school hallway that night and attacked him, he said your facial appearance had changed. He claimed that your eyes got so swollen inside that school hallway and were getting puffier and puffier, which almost made you look like a completely different person.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  “He said your behavior even changed from when he first saw you laughing and smiling on that third floor school hallway with your family to when you became vicious and attacked him. He said after you went into this state of trance, it seemed and felt like he was up in that dark isolated school hallway with someone else instead of you.”

  “Oooohhh,” the audience says.

  “Your eyes even appear to be puffy and swollen in those photos on the front wall. It kind of gives me the creeps because you do sort of look like a different person.”

  “Oooohh,” the audience says.

  “Do your eyes always get more puffy and swollen whenever you get into a state of trance?”

  “That‘s what my family tells me,” Diane D says.

  “Your family told you that?”

  “Yes they did.”

  “You don‘t get to see or remember your eyes being more puffy and swollen while you‘re in a state of trance?”

  “Not really. Only when my soul or spirit steps outside of my physical body and I turn around and look back at my physical body, I see my physical eyes being puffy and swollen.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do. While I‘m inside my physical body, I don‘t see it.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “Wow,” the audience say
s.

  “Have you tried looking at your physical face in the mirror to see it?” the man asks.

  “The mirror is right there in front of me while I‘m meditating,” Diane D says.

  “It is?”

  “Yes it is. When I see my reflection in the mirror, I don’t see my physical eyes being puffy or swollen.”

  “You don’t.”

  “No I don’t.”

  “Wow,” the man and the audience say.

  “So if your soul or spirit is outside of your physical body and the mirror is right there, do you look into the mirror while your soul or spirit is outside of your physical body?” the man asks. “What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you see the reflection of your soul or spirit in the mirror? I mean does your soul or spirit casts a reflection in the mirror?”

  “I don‘t know,” Diane D says. “I don’t really pay attention to the mirror while my soul or spirit is outside of my physical body.”

  “You don‘t?”

  “Not really.”

  “Oh, I see. Okay thank you.” The man steps away from the microphone. A Philippine man around his mid 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, you don’t seem to remember a lot of the things that you have done. For example, you said you don’t remember the part of your performance after your meditation, but say you remember the part of your performance before your meditation. So since the part of you spinning your body around then doing kung fu moves and kick-boxing moves happened just before you got down on the floor with your legs in a split position to meditate, that means you remember doing that part right?”

  “Yes I remember doing that part.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.”

  “Wow, I thought those were fantastic moves you were doing Diane D, I really like that part. The other parts you did after your meditation were fantastic too, but it gave me the creeps. But you do remember the kick boxing moves?”

  “Yes I remember them. After I started to meditate, I remember nothing else about my performance.”

  “Wow,” the audience says.

  “Okay, thank you,” the man says. He then turns and steps away from the microphone. A thick Latino woman around her mid 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, if these other souls spirits or entities enter into your physical body to take your soul‘s place for a while, I don’t blame them for doing that because you got a beautiful, gorgeous body! You have a gorgeous face and you have beautiful hair! I mean who wouldn’t want that?! If I was a soul, spirit or entity, I wouldn’t mind entering your physical body either Diane D! I wouldn’t mind trading physical bodies with you right now! I would like my soul and spirit to enter into your physical body while your soul or spirit enters into my physical body, what do you say? A trade off or even exchange?” The audience laughs a little.

  “People aren’t able to trade physical bodies like that Ma’am. But I appreciate the compliment, thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. How did you get a physique like that in the first place?”

  “Well I got if from my dad‘s side of the family, plus I‘ve been athletic all my life doing martial arts, gymnastics, dancing and a whole lot of other stuff. Eventually it pays off.”

  “I see. Wow. Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A white woman around her mid 60’s with dark hair and glasses steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman smiles and says. “Diane D, you seem to have this certain glow coming from you. Are you having a baby?”

  “No I’m not having a baby. But I was told all my life that I have a certain glow about myself.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes I was. I don‘t have any babies yet.”

  “I see. So you’re not pregnant then?”

  “No I’m not.”

  “Do you want children or would you like to have children someday?”

  “I can take it or leave it. I’m not really in any rush to have children.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No. Don’t get me wrong, I do love children. I just don’t have the desire to have my own yet.”

  “I see. When will you have the desire?”

  “I don’t know, I have no idea.”

  “I see. Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A Latino woman steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, I would like to know, how many languages do you speak?”

  “How many languages do I speak. I speak two and a half languages.”

  “Two and a half?”

  “Yeah. I speak English, Spanish and some French.”

  “You speak some French?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How did you learn French?”

  “Well I learned to speak French when my family’s organization spent some time in France, so I picked up on a lot of the language there.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes I did. Plus I took up French courses in High School.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow, you’re very multi-talented Diane D! You sing, you dance, you choreograph dance moves, you do gymnastics, you do balancing acts, you do hand stands, you do flips, you do splits, you do martial arts, you do personal training, you sky dive, you dive into the ocean, you ride motorcycles, you meditate, you’re able to hypnotize yourself, your spirit can leave your physical body and travel to the spirit world, you levitate and you can speak multi-languages! Wow! I mean the list goes on and on! I think you are very magnificent!”

  “Thank you Ma’am.”

  “You’re welcome.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A young Hispanic woman with short curly hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, I just want you to know that I‘m one of your biggest fans.”

  “Thanks Miss.”

  “You’re welcome. I just want to know, do you have nicknames for your fans?”

  “Nicknames for my fans?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Nicknames like what?”

  “Oh anything.”

  “No, I don‘t have any nicknames for my fans.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “So what do you call your fans then?”

  “I call them Ladies and Gentlemen.”

  “Ladies and Gentlemen?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well how about naming your fans after yourself and call them ‘Dianatics‘.”

  “’Dianatics‘?”

  “Yeah. Since the Dianettes are already named after you, your fans can be named after you too and be called Dianatics.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “No that’s okay Miss. I’ll just stick to calling my fans Ladies and Gentlemen.”

  “You don’t want to give your fans nicknames?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Oh I’m positive about that.”

  “Oh. I see. I just thought I’d ask. Okay thank you.” The young woman steps away from the microphone. Another young Hispanic woman steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Ma‘am.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, I’ve been trying to follow you on Social Media for a while, but I can’t seem to find you on Social Media anywhere. Are you on Social Media or do you have a Social Media account?”

  “No I‘m not on Social Media, I
don‘t have a Social Media account.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “How come?”

  “I just don’t have one, no reason.”

  “Do you want a Social Media account?”

  “If I wanted a Social Media account, I would have had one.”

  “I see. So since you don’t have a Social Media account, that means you don‘t want one.”

  “Not really.”

  “So how do you share things online with your family and friends?”

  “I have an email account.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do, that’s how I usually share things online with my family and friends.”

  “I see. Well do you share your email address with your fans?”

  “No I do not.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I only share my email address with my family and friends, that‘s it.”

  “Not with your fans?”

  “No.”

  “Well how can your fans follow you online then?”

  “They can just go to my family’s organization’s web page and follow me there. That’s also where we advertise our upcoming performances inside the churches, the Diaz-Davidson Bath Oil, the Dianettes’ clothing line and other stuff.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I see. Okay, I’ll check out your family’s organization’s web page. Thanks for that information.”

  “No problem.”

  The woman steps away from the microphone. A white male reporter around his mid 40’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, I just want to know, have you heard from or been in touch with the Punky Gurlz lately?”

  “No I haven’t.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “No.”

  “Would you collaborate with them if they ever ask you again?”

  “No because the Dianettes are still not interested in me or themselves collaborating with the Punky Gurlz. They don’t like the Punky Gurlz and the Punky Gurlz don’t like them. I don’t need to add fuel to the fire by joining the Punky Gurlz and collaborating with them. It will only get the Dianettes upset again and make things worse. We don‘t need that drama in our lives.”

  “I understand. Okay thanks.” The man steps away from the microphone. A white male reporter around his mid 60’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Mister.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, how do you feel about that reporter Felix Green’s suicide? How do you feel that he killed himself?”

  “I do not like to speak about Felix Green.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “You don’t have an opinion about him taking his own life?”

  “Of course I have an opinion about that sir, but I keep that opinion between me and my family. That’s something my family and I would talk about in the privacy of our own home, we don’t talk about that issue in public.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No. Sorry.”

  “That’s okay. Okay thanks.” The man steps away from the microphone. A black female reporter around her mid 50’s with a short hair cut steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, I just want to ask you, how do the Dianettes feel about chasing down the Punky Gurlz on the highway attacking them at the airport injuring them, causing the Punky Gurlz to miss their flight?”

  “I don’t know how they feel about that Miss. They don’t talk about it.”

  “They don’t?”

  “No.”

  “How do they feel that because of them, the Punky Gurlz’ concert in Paris had to be canceled?”

  “I don’t know, they don’t talk about that either.”

  “Well are they at least sorry about what they did to the Punky Gurlz causing them to miss their flight which caused their concert in Paris to be canceled?!”

  “I don’t know if they’re sorry about that Ma‘am. It doesn’t seem like they’re thinking about it.”

  “It doesn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Well how does your cousin Dana feel about the three female police officers that she attacked and injured for life? How does she feel knowing that she caused them not to be able to work anymore because of her actions? How does she feel that she caused all three officers to be on Permanent Disability?”

  “I don’t know how Dana feels about that Miss. She doesn’t talk about it.”

  “She doesn’t?”

  “I‘ve never heard her talk about it.”

  “She doesn’t at least talk about it with you?”

  “No she doesn’t even talk about it with me.”

  “Is she at least sorry about what she did to those female officers and what she caused?!”

  “I don’t know if she’s sorry about that. It doesn’t seem like she even thinks about it.”

  “So none of the Dianettes nor your cousin Dana are sorry about their actions and what they caused?”

  “I don‘t know, I can‘t speak or think for them.”

  “Well if the Dianettes and your cousin Dana don’t seem to be sorry about their actions and what they caused, I would like to know, are you sorry about your actions and what YOU caused.”

  “Oooooh,” the audience says.

  “Me?” Diane D asks.

  “Yes you,” the woman says. “Are you at least sorry about the people you injured in the past?”

  “Well of course I’m sorry about the people I supposedly injured. Like I said earlier, I found my soul or spirit wandering the universe during those supposed altercations so therefore, I don’t remember injuring any of those people if I did do it.”

  “Just like you don‘t remember the little boy you injured inside that school hallway that night and all the other things that you‘ve done in the past but don‘t remember?”

  “Exactly. Now if I did injure those people and damaged that storage room door at the hospital, I‘m sorry about that.”

  “You are?”

  “Yes I am.”

  “I see. Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone. A young Asian woman steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, is it true that your family’s organization is planning to relocate back to the Dominican Republic?”

  “Yes it’s true.”

  “How soon are you all planning to relocate back down there?”

  “Maybe in about a year or two or three.”

  “I see. Will you continue to meditate while you’re in the Dominican Republic?”

  “I don’t see why not. I’ve been going back and forth between New York and the Dominican Republic all my life. Being in a different place or country does not stop me from meditating. You saw me meditating on stage in Germany in the video didn’t yuh?”

  “Yeah,” the audience says.

  “I mean where do you think I learned to meditate from in the first place? I learned to meditate when my family and I traveled to Asia. I learned to meditate from the people over there. So Asia is where I learned and started the two Ms, meditation and martial-arts. So once I learned meditation and martial-arts in Asia, I brought the practice back home with me.”

  “We all see,” the Asian woman smiles and says.

  “As a matter of fact, I have a photo of the teachers in Asia who taught me meditation and martial arts.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes I do.” Diane D bends and reaches underneath the podium. She pulls out a large photo. She holds the photo up to the crowd and says, “These are three of the guys who taught me meditation and martial arts.” In the photograph is an old picture
of Diane D at the age of around 9 wearing dark blue pants, a dark blue long sleeved shirt with her hair in two long thick ponytails one ponytail hanging on each side of her head and chest, smiling and posing in the picture with 3 Asian men who are wearing martial arts suits as she stands on a stool between two of them, with one are around each of them and the third Asian man on his knees in front of Diane D with his arms folded as they all smile towards the camera.

  “Wow. Those were your teachers Diane D?”

  “Yes three of them.”

  “That’s interesting. How old were you in that picture?”

  “I was nine years old in this picture.”

  “Wow. How many teachers you had altogether?”

  “I had so many teachers I can’t even count. But these are three of the main ones who taught me meditation and martial arts.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. They seem to have taught you very well. Do you still keep in touch with them?”

  “Yeah I still keep in touch with them.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. How are they doing?”

  “They’re doing great. They’re still teaching meditation and martial arts in Asia.”

  “They are?”

  “Yeah. I‘m planning to go back to Asia in the near future and study with them some more.”

  “You are?”

  “I sure am.”

  “Wow. Well I hope everything goes well when you go back to Asia and study with them again Diane D. And I hope everything goes well when your family relocates your organization back to the Dominican Republic.”

  “Thanks Ma’am.”

  “You’re welcome.” The woman steps away from the microphone.

  Diane D bends back down and places the photo back down underneath the podium. She bends back up and looks back towards the people again.

  A white male in his early 30’s with dark hair steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the man and says, “Yes Sir.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the man says. “Diane D, when that school hallway incident happened between you and that little boy Marcus, your grandmother Margarita told the authorities and the police that you were planning to write a book about your meditation and out-of-body experience called ‘Wandering the Universe‘, is it true? And if it is true, are you still planning to write that book?”

  “Yes I was planning to write a book about meditation and out-of-body experience called ‘Wandering the Universe’ and yeah, I would still like to write that book some time in the future. I’m just not sure when though.”

  “I see. Well whenever the book comes out, I would be very interested in purchasing it and having it signed and autographed by you.“

  “Thank you sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” The man steps away from the microphone. An Indian female reporter around her late 30’s steps up to the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the woman and says, “Yes Miss.”

  “Hi Diane D,” the woman says. “Diane D, the two reporters who came to talk to you at your family’s organization claim, that you and your family are planning to be in the Dominican Republic soon. Is that true?”

  “Yes it’s true.”

  “How long are you all planning to be down there when you go, for good or only temporary?”

  “Temporary. Like I said, we don’t plan to relocate down to the Dominican Republic for another two years.”

  “Oh I see. So when will you all go down there temporary?”

  “In another two or three weeks.”

  “How long will you all stay down there?

  “For two or three weeks.”

  “I see. Okay thank you.” The woman steps away from the microphone.

  Diane D looks at the crowd and says, “Okay everybody, it‘s time for me to wrap up now, the hotel is about to shut this room down.”

  “Aaaahh,” the crowd says.

  “But I appreciate each and everyone of you for coming out here to the hotel to listen to me and hear me speak out, trying to get my point across on these controversial issues surrounding me. Thanks again.”

  The crowd stands, claps and cheers.

  Diane D then grabs her water bottle. She looks back at the crowd then turns and walks away from the podium as she waves bye to the crowd.

  “Bye Diane D!” the crowd shouts as they wave back to Diane D.

  Diane D heads towards the front door.

  The crowd continues to clap and cheer as Diane D leaves out the front door.

  Outside the front door, Margarita, Mary, Barry, Tomas and the rest of Diane D’s family are all standing outside in the hallway surrounding Diane D chit-chatting and talking to her. A few hotel workers approach Margarita. They greet Margarita as she turns and gives them hugs.

 

  Chapter 36

  The Mall Hoax