There came a point though that Skimpy knew she had reached the pinnacle of all that she could bear. In those days, the stigmata phenomenon stayed with her even tho she fought what she knew it meant. Five years she fought it; five long, dark years. Five years she bled from the middle of her forehead; five hard, excrutiating years. Finally, Skimpy Red could take no more and Skimpy Red, let go.

She knew in ways that what had happened to her the year before had had its own price; but one she was willing to accept she thought. It went well with the stigmata phenomenon; it was the journey of visiting some very special souls that would alter her life forever, and eventually see her through to a new space and time. She was allowed aboard a space ship. She met Star Visitors and spent time with them; and that experience and that time altered her reality. Later she would understand that the raising of vibratory levels so instantaneous would leave its mark. This heightened and enhanced Skimpy Reds artistic abilities to an outstanding degree as if a gift; but it had another effect too. When she thought later about it, it only made sense that to spend time in higher vibratory rates and to accept the blessing of those that inhabited higher planes would not only bless her beyond belief, but would also render her then current reality null and void. Everything in Skimpy Reds life was about to fall away as it truly no longer existed.

The days that ensued were some of the worst in Skimpy Reds life and here she didnt think it could get any worse having suffered thru illnesses of a personal nature from others that drained her completely of energy and the resolve to live. How she had hung on that long, Skimpy had no clue except she had to; it was the only way. Those around her told her that they felt the Universe was messing with her; Skimpy accepted it. God said He would never test beyond the ability to handle. But, God didnt say that beyond the ability might mean something quite different to different people and might manifest in ways one would never think. Skimpy Red was about to be betrayed by those that she thought loved her the most. In the end, they did get to her even though she had fought valiantly against such a thing for years. They took her children, they destroyed her hope, and shattered her beyond the ability to cohese for some time.

Skimpy Red ended up on the street. Still, the stigmata phenomenon persisted and that scared her in ways. One minute laughing, the next minute crying, for all that Skimpy Red had given in her life, nothing returned. Skimpy, was quite alone. It had been at least twenty-five years since Skimpy had been alone; that bothered her just as much as anything even the betrayal at the hands of those she trusted the most. Was there a lesson here? In the end, Skimpy Red found it was not the lesson others had hounded her it was; it was a lesson in trusting GOD and God alone. Skimpy did her best to accept this in whatever form it might take.

It was like stepping into an abyss; an open gate into the Pit of Hell and somehow, knowing she was going to be alright. How does one do that? It became easy actually; by abandoning everything that one had ever been. A year later Skimpy Red would write a song; called Love the Night. Sometimes, it is just time.

Were you okay last night were you cold?
Did you sleep out in the rain?
Were you alright were you fed?
Did each step you take bring you pain?
Were your tears a level you could handle?
Did your fears darken every move?
Well Its alright, to Love the Night.

Were you all alone?
Did anyone care for you?
Did you stay alive?
Did you learn how to survive???
Well, Its alright, to Love the Night.

Did you smile last night and then cry
Were you happy but then sad?
Did you compromise your values
Just to sleep in a warm bed?
Did your life have any meaning to it?
Out of need did you become what they had said?
Well, its alright, to Love, the Night.

Love the Night Copyrighted 1999
Lyrics and Music by Vanessa Kay Kipp (Fry)
All Rights Reserved.

Skimpy Red survived. The abandonment of ego did not equate with the abandonment of soul. Soul fortunately was something Skimpy Red just could not give up. Ego tho, was easily shattered and had no more place in Skimpys life. Funny how things like that could open eyes; Skimpy began to see others in a whole new light.

Skimpy had to find her way thru this and learn how to survive. She found she couldnt be like most of those that were on the street; she just didnt have it in her. Skimpy was a healer, and there was work to be done once the shattering of ego and dreams and the coming to terms with betrayal and loss were finally over. Some would later say it was rather akin to a Shamanistic rite; the tearing apart limb from limb and the subsequent rebuilding of that which could never be taken from one again. Perhaps it was.

Skimpy Red did her best to bring hope to a peoples on the street that were all but forgotten in others lives and certainly frowned upon as if they were the scourge of the earth. But Skimpy knew everyone just had problems and she applied that equally to everyone; including those on the street and those that had betrayed her the worst. Skimpy Red discovered that the street was warmer than many hearts and that saddened her; brought her pain to think that the hardness of hearts existed within those that spouted egotistically they had a life or they were doing the right thing. Such nonsense!! She found those on the street often had more heart than those she knew that were established going their way making their money and disregarding all souls as sacred all the while selling their own souls for the ideals of the materialistic world as if THAT would get one to Heaven. Even those that betrayed her had abandoned the walk with God in such a fashion. Strange how the tests come and how so many fail..

Skimpy Red saw the pain of those souls upon the street. Many were there because that was all they had ever known. Many were there because of mental or emotional or spiritual illness or dysfunction. Many were there because they were addicted to drugs and many were there because they had just lost all hope. Why couldnt others see this and help? There were some, but even then there were those that purported the helping of others without hope all the while treating those on the street like they were dirt. Misuse of Power ran rampant among those that insisted they were helping the less fortunate. The range of problems were multifaceted and certainly, Skimpy Red couldnt be held accountable for changing everything so Skimpy Red brought happiness the only way she knew how. She healed. She hugged. She treated everyone on the street with respect and in the end, gained the respect of all those that were out there.

But Skimpy Red knew she couldnt stay. For one, she had been too ill and street life was getting to her. For two, the shattering of ego complete, it was just time to come home and she would take the illnesses of those without hope to God when she did.

No longer the naive innocent soul that believed only the best of people even though they always thought the worst of her, Skimpy Red grew up. In the learning of survival no matter what, Skimpy still healed others; but no longer would she deal with those that held onto ego. Skimpy Red learned that one cannot forgive what denies forgiveness; and that one cannot heal what refuses to be healed. Skimpy Red also learned, there was evil in the world and she could no longer deny that fact as she had for so many naive and innocent years.

Skimpy Red saw every imaginable game people from both sides could possibly play while she was out there; amazing what people will do to survive without hope. Skimpy also saw clearly for once the justifications others used to deny the existense of those in need, and that saddened Skimpy Red most of all. Had this all just been over power and greed? How could they!! In all the realization that ensued, Skimpy also found she no longer bled from the forehead; the stigmata phenomenon had dissipated. .

It wouldnt be until a year later that Skimpy Red would deal with what had happened to her the day she was allowed aboard that space ship. The Star Visitors she met were exemplary; they cared and they blessed, but they were not fools either. They blessed only those that deserved such a thing and protocol was highly implemented.

Skimpy remembered looking up at that massive ship above her head (quite wide awake too) and thinking, shed give ANYTHING to experience a bit of their culture and she meant that; without any ulterior motives. She had even been invited to stay if she so chose. She learned alot of their culture too; but it did alter her life forever from her music to her life to jumping a timeline in which the next steps would bring that which Skimpy Red had looked for all her life. Looking back now, would she trade it? Never.

One thing Skimpy Red learned about that experience was those of higher planes do not have ego. Ego Ego Ego so many people so tied down to ego!! But not the Star Visitors; Angels that reside in higher planes had no use for ego and it just did not exist. Skimpy Red learned that Love and Respect were the foundational blocks of all communicative interaction with those of higher planes; something she instinctively knew all her life which had allowed trips there many times; but now, she knew it was why those here on this earth didnt see what she did and why they could not fathom her reality. But for Skimpy, all this just marked the time to lay down those that could not adhere to Principle.

In the end, it was just a matter of Love and Respect for all; even for herself.