Farewell Ms. Elizabeth Taylor

Dame Elizabeth Taylor

2/27/32 – 3/23/11

Dear Ms. Taylor, you were the Grand Dame of our time. You gifted us with your passion for life, your commitment to excellence in your self-expression, and your vision for humanity. Your brilliant personality was so refreshing and raw with authenticity. I am so grateful for the hours that I had the privilege to share with you on this planet, and for the creative treasures that you graced all of us with through your acting. Bless you for being, and bless you in your continued journey. Sharon Jeffers

I remember the first time I saw National Velvet. I felt as though I knew Elizabeth Taylor personally. There was something about her, her presence, and her articulate acting ability, and her welcoming appearance that struck a familiar cord in my heart. As a girl, I wished that I could meet her. That wish came true many decades later, when I least expected it, and probably had forgotten about it, until it actually happened.

I had the great good pleasure to meet the grand dame, and to spend time with her in her home. It was delightful, and when she called me a “smart ass”, I knew in that moment that she liked me, and I was right at home. I was impressed with how she put her intelligence into action when I would share something with her, she would take it to the next level. She was brilliant. That connection that I felt when I was a child watching her on the TV, it was real and right there, and when she called me a “smart ass” because of something I said, I knew in that moment that she liked me and I felt right at home.

My heart filled with delight as we interacted and carried on with what we were doing. I don’t know if I’ve ever met a more authentic individual in my life, before or since. She said exactly what she thought when she was thinking it, I could see in her eyes that her mind was lightning quick, and she had a great sense of humor. Her dedication to her work with AIDS was also more than impressive. It seemed that everything she did was filled with that passion she had for life, and her commitment to what was right before her.

When I heard of her death two days ago, I knew that she had just had her birthday. Knowing that she was born on February 27, and that she had passed on March 23, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her cards. 7 weeks in the hospital means that she was admitted when she was in her 52-day. That can be a very spiritual time, and it most certainly has governance over death. That 52-days is a time for reflection.

Being born on February 27 gave Ms. Taylor a Jack of Clubs – 4 of Diamonds birthday.

I looked at her cards today. When I do this, I do it with great respect for those who have passed, and those who remain. I know what it’s like to lose a loved one, and I have great sensitivity for that. Most of the time I don’t write about these things, I just look at them to see what is there in the cards. Sensationalizing death is a no-no in my book. However, because I have a personal connection with Ms. Taylor, I’m writing as someone who got to meet and know her a bit – enough to embrace her grandness of life and her passion for living.

She had the death card at age 78, in Saturn. Saturn is our teacher, and the death card (9 of Spades) is the card of initiation.

She didn’t die until almost one month after her birthday. The 9 of Spades had now moved to determine and express the way she would leave, rather than the actual happening of dying. What I mean by that is, her death became a spiritual journey in the last few weeks – she went through a deep transformation within before she departed this world, and her outcome card for the final release was the King of Hearts – the safe harbor of love, the master of love and the supreme consciousness of the Heart.

All of this told me that she did all her work here before leaving her body. She understood so clearly her love for all she knew, and how great the love was that the world had for her.

It was certainly not a surprise to see these things in her cards, and it leaves me with tears in my eyes as I finish writing this. Our lives are so precious. Each one is grand and great. Each one of us is touch the world with who we are every moment, every day.

See you next time Grand Dame.