I Met Steve Jobs

I met Steve Jobs in a most unusual way.

His name was only a name to me until my son gave me an iPhone for Christmas last year. I didn’t know what all the hoopla was about until I owned a piece of his genius.  It made any other phone I’d used archaic.  By the time I actually realized he was the man who, along with the other Steve, had made the Mac computer, he had already stepped down from Apple due to sickness.

My children were in the first virtual school in North America.  We lived in Alberta, Canada and because of the Mac technology, my children got a very unique education through the internet (which was not even the internet then) to an online educational platform.  Back in the early 1990′s our home had 4 Macs, each with a dedicated phone line!  We spent a small fortune but it was worth every penny.

Yet I still had no idea who Steve really was.

Then I read a eulogy on the last day of October from a writer named Mona Simpson.  (See Eulogy tab above)  I discovered that she was the long lost sister Steve had searched years to find. When I read her words of tribute, I began to sob as I felt the passion and love, both hers for her brother and his for his family.

I decided right there and then that I wanted to meet him.  That might be a little tricky, seeing as he had already left this world. I have always believed in life beyond death, and even though my religion had made it wrong to try and contact the dead, I knew that the “dead” were alive in another realm.

Approximately three years ago, I heard of a number of scientists and quantum physicists explaining the concept of a holographic universe which also included an infinite number of parallel universes.  It intrigued me but the science was way over my head.

Last year, I heard about an 83 year old man named Burt Goldman who taught quantum jumping techniques. It is such simple meditation that a child could both do it and teach (and in fact they do teach it but most of us are not listening).

I had always tried to mediate and found it frustrating as my mind could not be emptied.  (Try not to think of a pink elephant and what happens?) Burt’s process was about guiding the mind to imagine anything it wanted to imagine.  I could meet my Twin self in another dimension and talk to her about relationships, health, finances.  I could meet experts who were living and dead and talk to them, much like Napoleon Hill did years ago.  His tales of meeting with geniuses of another age fascinated me, but it wasn’t until last year that I discovered how magical it really is.

My problem has been that I’m not motivated enough to just make money!  The one time I did make a lot of money, I lost interest because too many people wanted my help who were not willing to take responsibility for themselves.  My one big dream to have children and then grandchildren has been fulfilled and my happiest days are enjoying them and writing.  I have many unfinished books in my computer, yet the whole process of publishing and marketing has been a chore.

My stories are my legacy to my children and I do not want to die with them inside of me.  I had to find a way to make peace with money and technology, as they would allow me to publish and market the message I have and then write more stories that would inspire others to live with courage and passion.  I would need mentors who would help me get past all the technical glitches that happen to me over and over and ultimately, set me back to the beginning.  And I wanted to make money doing this.  I was finally ready.

I had to find a mentor who was technical genius, who knew how to make money and lots of it.  Most important, he or she had to be a person of passion; who worked for love, not money.

After reading Mona Simpson’s tribute, I knew I had met him.  It was her brother!

His values were love, family, beauty and passion.  He  kept on doing what he loved, even when he appeared to lose money.  He did what he did out of an inner need to create beautiful designs and technology that would connect people to each other.

He did that for my children.  Now I wanted it for myself.   So I went into a quantum jump meditation to meet Steve Jobs.  I thought I might feel very intimidated, and my heart hammered as I jumped through he quantum door.  When he appeared, all nervousness vanished.  He had an open acceptance and playful manner.  After some flying lessons from Steve, I finally popped the question.  I  asked him if he would be my mentor for a designated time period. He said yes! For 30 fabulous days in November, I met Steve Jobs every morning.  Things were shared that I never in my wildest imagination would have imagined, even though this whole process of quantum jumping is about using the tool of imagination.

I never expected that these would be shared publicly when I first began. In fact, I made him a promise that I would not use his name for fame or fortune.  He never threw his name around, nor would I.  I would only publish if and when his coaching had helped me make the elusive coin, as I felt that  would honor his name.

The money thing began to happen for me, but I was having so much fun I didn’t notice!  By then, another purpose for these blogs became very clear. I realized an amazing thing.  Steve needed me to share his message as much as I needed him to share my message!

That day, I realized that his family had to have the first opportunity to read these writings.  I want to make sure that  everything that is said does not dishonor them or him in anyway.

I am on a mission to find Mona Simpson.  She was the one who inspired me to want to meet her brother.  So I guess I could say, she started it all!

Tribute to Steve Jobs

I am working on a series of 30 posts, one for each day in November, in memory and in tribute to Steve Jobs.

When they are finished, I want his family to have the chance to read them first. I expect to release these writings by the summer of 2012.

Thank you for checking back.