I got an email from a friend who had been channeling with Lee, he died July 2006, just before his birthday of July 30th. His passing had been pretty traumatic in that it was sudden and unexpected. A lot of tempers had flared and it was becoming an ugly mess.
Because of hearing that he was up to his old tricks, I have been doing a lot of thinking and the following was a letter that was to be send to my friend and was not. It became something I wanted to say to Lee and I think he has seen it by now. Anyways, he can't stop me from publishing my feelings here, so here it is:
I have been thinking about things. Why Lee came to you rather than me. Seems he is up to his old selfish tricks even from the other side. He always came out on top, no matter what he did, but then there was Nutrasweet which he was addicted to, I told him to give it up and he didn't. We won't even go into alcohol, which he refused to deal with. and of course there was Kia, who was trying to keep him off the stuff. I am sorry she never talked to me, maybe we could have done something to stop his addiction, but only the person can do that. So, we are left with the pieces and the broken hearts to mend. It's not OK that he committed suicide and I can't lighten up over something so devastating and so permanent as that. In the end, it was all a waste and it comes down to the fact, he couldn't live up to everyone's expectations. In reality he was a sweet caring person who tried to be everything to everyone and his downfall was that he could never say no. I was sorry, I could not get down to Connecticut more often to see him, but in the long run, it would not of changed anything. Kia would try to stop his drinking and of course he would fight it and not take his medicine. Most of the time I did not realize what was going on and it was only when it was pretty much to late to save him that I got a good picture of what was going on. I thought when he would come up to NH and we would drink that it was a party that didn't happen everyday. That was what it was for me and made me feel young and free again, but for him, maybe was an everyday occurrence. You know he had an IQ of about 140, so much more than the normal person, I think at times in life he felt out of place, I know I did with just an IQ of 115. We used to sit in Archies drinking beer till 2 or 3 AM, just talking about such nonsense as Lee would say. That was the Lee I liked, he always had money to spend because he worked so hard in New York and we used to do Psychic fairs for several years. Then the fairs seemed to be no more, the truth was that his partners saw how much Lee was drinking and that this was not a good spiritual thing and they broke away. Well after that happened, there was no stopping the drinking. His psychic and spiritual friends were all gone and all that was left was the bottle. Maybe efforts had been made, but I don't know. but the bottle leads you down a path one small step at a time until it takes full control of you and Lee did nothing to intervene. I just am not sure why and that is where the problem lies.
A little ode for Lee:
Robert Frost
Poetry
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
From: everypoet.com
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