Every morning, right after waking up, I would ask God, "How may I serve? How may I be of service to my highest good?"

And every night, just before I went to sleep, again I would ask God for guidance: "How may I be of service? How may I serve to my highest calling?"

I just never thought God would take me literally. I asked to be of service ... and now I am a server again. A waitress? Really?

Now I am serving many people, all day; however, I am not so sure that this is my highest calling. I have so much to give; so much I desire to offer. I have so much knowledge, wisdom, inspiration, and motivation that I want to bring forth. I feel like I am trapped between two worlds, one being a "light worker"—someone who is helping to heal the planet and is ready, willing, and able to assist in transmuting the world to a higher frequency—and the other in this dense, dark, old carbon-based world, dragging me down back into my reptilian brain.

I get up at 4:20 each morning. I feed my four cats, wash, get dressed, meditate for fifteen minutes, and then walk my cute little ten-pound, long-haired Chihuahua. I give him a treat, make my bed, and off I go at 5:30AM to work. I live on Long Island, and it takes me about twenty minutes to get to work.

I start my shift at 6:00AM and always get there a bit early. I like my habits. I like being punctual, and I like being organized. I have learned, and still believe, that being late is a sign of disrespect. My shift is from 6:00 in the morning to 3:00 in the afternoon, Thursday through Monday. My weekends are Tuesdays and Wednesdays. My work shifts are long, with most of the time being spent on my feet.

I am a morning person, so I really enjoy this time of day the most. It is quiet and magical. I can think of many other things I could do with my mornings rather than head off to the Mystic Luncheonette, but this is where I am called to be at the moment. This is where I am serving and giving what is needed of me to raise the consciousness of people's lives as well as my own. This is my ministry for now. There are lessons to be learned here too.

I do sometimes get to spread my light-working wings, but so much of my passion is sucked from me by the energy vampires who only want their eggs cooked just right and their toast dry.

Yuck! I don't sound very spiritual, do I?

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Being a waitress is truly a study in psychology. Anyone who wants to go into psychology needs to be a server to some degree. You really get a full spectrum of human behavior when you serve food to people. To be a good server, you need to have people skills, ask lots of questions, be quick on your feet, be able to multitask, have a good memory, balance well, and smile at all times.

Food is such an emotional issue for so many people, and at a luncheonette in a small community, you get to see a lot of the same people day in and day out. They sit at the same table, (if it is available). They order the same thing day after day, only switching it up on weekends, and they like to be served in the same way, by the same server. We are all creatures of habit.

The Mystic Luncheonette on Long Island, New York has quite the history. It has been around since 1932, so you can just imagine the array of people who have passed through these doors. I believe places hold energy. When you walk into a beautiful church or any house of worship, you can feel the calm, peaceful aura in the space it holds. The Mystic Luncheonette also is holding the energy of all the people who have come and gone before. It is very active and highly unpredictable.

Working here as a server, I sometimes feel that I am also locked into a paradigm that is in desperate need of change. I see the world, our Earth, crying out for help. I see people manifesting disease in their bodies and minds, rather than ease and peace. How can I serve better? How can I be of help? How can I use my skills and talents to wake them up from the nightmare they are in?

Before working at the luncheonette, I had a successful horticulture business for twenty-three years. I worked for the crème de la crème of clients. I have a degree in natural health. I am a certified reflexologist and life coach. I developed an aromatherapy body spray, made to balance your chakras, called Hygiea, after the goddess of health. That is where we get the word hygiene, and where all health began. I am a biodynamic gardener and an amazing dancer. I studied with the best teachers in the world in personal development and spent tens of thousands of dollars on my education. I have traveled the world and experienced more than most people do in a lifetime.

So being a waitress really threw me for a loop. I don't believe in accidents, so I know I am here for a reason and that there is purpose lurking here somewhere. The key is to discover this reason.

I want to scream from the rooftops that it is time to think differently, to live differently. But sadly, no one hears me; no one is interested.

Oh, yes, there are a few lonely souls like me out there with whom I can converse, but most people just want their pancakes, french toast, eggs, and burgers. They want comfort, routine, and habits. They don't want change, and they certainly don't want to shake their lives up; unless, of course, it comes in chocolate.

I love people, and I love to help and teach the laws of nature and of the universe. I am fascinated by metaphysical phenomena, healing, energy, consciousness, nature, the mind, and the capacity we have to explore the infinite possibilities that we can tap into when we make the quantum shifts within ourselves, those minute changes that will alter our lives in a big way.

Is that how I am here being a server again? Is that why I wound up at the Mystic Luncheonette, waitressing at fifty-six years young?

Let's see. Let's go back in time ... way, way back, before I was even a twinkle in my parents' eyes, to discover how I ended up here, shall we?

Both of my parents were from Germany. My father was born in Berlin in 1926 to extremely wealthy Jewish parents. My mother was born in Munich in 1929 to a lower-income but educated family. Her mom was Catholic and her father was Jewish. They never married because of this. There was already unrest in Germany at this time, and marriage was not advisable. So Mom was an illegitimate child, which was also frowned upon. Neither of my parents had siblings, so I have no aunts, uncles, or cousins. My dad's life was full of nannies, servants, expensive clothing, Rolls-Royce automobiles, and all the other finer things in life. From the stories I am told, his dad was the jovial one. I was told my grandfather spent more time with my dad than my grandmother did, and from the pictures that I still have, you can see that this was the case.

I never saw pictures of my grandmother with my father; only my grandfather and the nannies are posed with him. I never did get to meet my grandfather, so I have to recount all of this only from the stories that were told to me. He was a womanizer and loved playing the horses. This did not sit well with his wife, my grandmother. She was very proper and snooty. They had friends in all the right places (including some high Nazi officials) and connections to get what they needed and wanted. My grandmother, whom I did know, was a real bitch, I'm sorry to say. She was very cold. (I know that doesn't sound too spiritual, but...