I am Lorraine, but I go by the name Radha. I am also known as the 5-Star Reader Madame Rosa Fortune Teller, Interpreter of the Fabled Book of Destiny. I have travelled the world, but I feel most at home in India, where I was able to return—to spend all of 2014—mostly dancing in the streets! REGARDING my ONE and ONLY REFERENCE: Because this host's actions were exaggerated in the negative, I intuited that she was having a bad day. As a testimony to my accuracy, I went onto FB the next morning to find her to let her know that although she didn't realize WHAT she was doing by reducing my chances of finding a stay by self-indulgently lashing out, at least she could know TO WHOM she was doing it. Immediately, I was validated when I saw her dad had passed within days of her comments on my profile, as she was distraught and had publicly posted that. I don't expect her to go the distance with this site to have her comments removed, but she did apologize to me. I am grateful for that. I hope she is feeling better, but parental death is a difficult thing to process, I know. I am a practical counselor and a certified teacher (English/ESL) working outside the traditional field of Education, writing a book about my adventures, experiences, and spiritual leadings. I will call it "The Autobiography of a Yogini: The True Story of Radha I am on a voyage of the soul, a divine call, and a journey of adventure! I love meeting new people! However, I find many people are not new at all, and that we are only soulmates reuniting after lifetimes! I love cooking, and I travel with spices from India. Ask me to make you my favorite Aloo Gobi or my Tomato Curry! I adore it when people prepare food for me so feel free to! I am predominantly vegetarianvegan/. I am not yet verified, and now sure if I will be, but you can look me up on FB under Lorraine Marie Hamra Lee, and check out my albums: Trippin' Balls, Balarama, and the Carcophagus, more specifically! Thank You! Here is a poem I wrote in my past life as Paramahansa Yogananda: The Divine Gypsy I will be a gypsy— Roam, roam, and roam. I will sing a song that none has sung! I will sing to the sky, I will sing to the winds, I’ll sing to my red clouds! I’ll roam, roam, and roam— King of the lands through which I roam. By day, the shady trees will be my tent. At night, the stars shall be My candles Twinkling in the firmament; I will call the moon to be my lamp And light my silver, skyey camp. I will be a gypsy— Roam, roam, and roam. I’ll eat the food which chance may bring; I’ll drink from crystal sparkling springs; I’ll doff my cap and off will go. Like a wayward brook of long ago, I will roll o’er the green And scatter the joy of all my heart To birds, leaves, winds, hills—then depart To stranger and stranger lands, from East to West. Oh! I will be a gypsy—
Roam, roam, and roam! But always, when I lay me down to rest, I’ll sing to Thee my gypsy prayer, And find Thee, always, everywhere.