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Robin Williams: Dial-A-Friend

Updated: Sep 15, 2020

Ann: Dial-a-friend? Seriously?

Robin: Absolutely, that would be me, starting a new online business, “Heavenly Heart To Heart Chats,” “Angels R Us” (not that I would qualify for that, but we have to diversity to survive), and “Write a Riff” at your service, (that would be me.)

I gave Anita a nudge because I could feel you drifting. Not really down but into that Neverland that I know so well, that state where nothing seems clear or very important, where “the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”**

And yet not so, as Richard so eloquently said with the words of the Bard, for what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?***

For that passionate intensity is full of pretention and misapprehension and eventually will be seen as simply silly. Don’t buy in, my friend, this is not for you. The work line that funnels darkness into your soul is best left outside the gates.

Turn to your friends, this friend, in particular, should you have the inkling, for desperation is not a stranger to my soul, and yet I had to die to discover that it was a paper tiger. Not that horrible things do not happen to our earthly bodies, just that our spirits are still alive and vibrant when we leave those bodies the wiser for what we have suffered.

This is the wisdom of which your friend from this side of the page is here to remind you. This is what will keep your eyes lifted and your spirit happy. The reason many older people are happy is because they know that secret. We are not just - or even primarily - our bodies, our talents, or our accomplishments. We are what and whom we have loved.

And I love you, Annie. You make me smile with your antics and offbeat take on spiritual enlightenment. All of us should be so lucky as to ride through gates of heaven on an aged horse with a pack of aged dogs trailing.

Ann: Am I making this up, Robin?

Robin: Of course, all the good things are those that come from our imagination cut free, leaving the ribbons to flow in the breeze wherever they will. That’s what a good riff is made of. It always lifts the spirits, as I can tell you. It’s just plain fun to let your mind go and see what happens – always provided that it doesn't fall down and get caught in a gooseberry bush.

I will leave you with that. Never forget that I am a friend to play with. Call on me.

Love to all of you,


September 15, 2020

* Anita Sacco. See "Recommended Channelers" under "Resources" tab.

**Anita can be contacted for purchase of obtaining the recipe for her protection spray or readings at

**W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming.

***William Shakespeare, Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2

All blog entries are works of the imagination and are for spiritual and entertainment purposes only.

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