I’m a Believer

Anita 1966 big bear

Me in 1966 on my honeymoon in Big Bear, CA

“My thoughts, my beliefs, my feelings are all in my brain. My brain is going to rot.”

     –Richard Dawkins
There was a time when I believed lots of things I don’t believe now, yet, at the time, they were just as real to me as my un-beliefs are today. I used to believe that I would go to Hell if I didn’t behave and think in certain ways. Now I believe that belief was all the Hell there was.

When I was 15, I lost my virginity to a boy I married three years later. It was in the back of his mother’s 1947 Buick, parked in her garage. Hormones, can’t live with them, can’t live without them. At 15, hormones ruled my world.

After that, even though I had some metaphysical beliefs, I wasn’t completely convinced that there wouldn’t be a horrible fate awaiting me after I died because I had sex with my boyfriend, so I married him. BIG mistake! He was a temperamental child with no ambition, little education, and spiritual beliefs that were completely opposite from mine. But, hey, hormones ruled. I was a teenager and the future was some nebulous hazy thing that didn’t feel real. Live for today.

Three years later, I had finished the Rosicrucian Fellowship’s Philosophy course, and had read Parmahansa Yogananda’s Autobiography of a Yogi. I’d practiced deep Hindu meditations, studied yoga, and finally listened to my mother’s wisdom about the ridiculousness of organized religion.

All that,  totally convinced that I would not go to any horrible place after death. After several weeks of careful planning, I told my man/child husband, Rick, that I was going to visit my mother in Southern California. I stuffed everything I could into three suitcases and  hopped on a plane and escaped from Napa to the San Fernando Valley. After I settled into my mother’s small apartment in Van Nuys, I and called Rick. “I’m never coming back.”

He moaned, and whined, pleading, then demanding. A few days later his mother called me, then his grandmother called me. He called every day, begging me to return. He sent me jewelry, and such as bribes. But nothing would convince me go back to that life—ever! I was free! Or, I believed I was free. How innocent is the simplicity of youthful, idealistic, belief. This was the sixties. I was going to live, be a free-spirit, experience the amazing technicolor of life. Yeah. Right.

With reality setting in a few weeks after arriving in the not-so-amazing Van Nuys, CA, I secured a job as a waitress in the restaurant where my mother also worked. I enrolled in college and was determined to make a good life for myself and live, live, live!

And, “live” I did. I partied like a rock star, and pretty much had an all-around good time. College was easy. My job undemanding, and I had lots of time to feast from the banquet of freedom. Tomorrow? Other than having the good sense to stay in school, I had little thought of building a secure future. I dropped out of school and decided to just indulge in the Bohemian lifestyle of the subculture.

Then one night, while sitting in my favorite nightclub, listening to Three-Dog-Night covers from the band, a touch of reality sliced through my beliefs about freedom and living in the moment. I had a moment of clarity. “OMG! If I continue living like this, I’ll end up like the cartoon on my cocktail napkin— a used-up, floozy-looking woman with too much makeup and a cigarette hanging from her loose, too red lips, a face full of  bags, sags, and crags, and  living on sour pickles and Vodka. NOOOOOO!”

Then fate stepped in. At the time,  I had been dating a colorful Aries man who was going to go for a scuba certification the next weekend. He asked me to go with him. I said, “I don’t know, sitting there on the sand for hours waiting for you to take your test? Sounds pretty boring.”

“Oh, you won’t be alone. I have a friend coming who will keep you company.” That was Andy’s first mistake. I eventually married his friend—John, a middle class, nice, decent man, with family, roots, tradition.We honeymooned in his Big Bear Cabin. I was off on a new set of beliefs about my life as a respectable wife. I went back to school, took a job with the Carnation Company in downtown Los Angeles, was determined to settle down and  “be normal.” This worked until I settled into so much boredom I was ready to scream. I discovered that my beliefs about life didn’t include family, picket fence, and the whole middle class America scene. Soooo, a belief I thought had been eradicated, sprouted again like a weed. “I need freedom, I need someone exciting, challenging, dangerous. I believe I was born for living on the edge.”

As it happens when beliefs take the driver’s seat, the universe works very hard to fulfill and prove those beliefs. Thus, I met Lee. A Renaissance man. Tall, gorgeous, dangerous, living life on the edge, smart, go-getter, powerful. So, of course, I married him. Soon, I discovered that sexy bad boys aren’t what they are cracked up to be in romance novels. But our marriage was good for a several years but started becoming problematic when we moved to the country in Houston, Texas. He had become controlling, critical, and mean.

One day, after reading about a book about the Peter Pan Syndrome, lightning struck my awareness. “Oh my God!  How did I not know that Lee had this? It’s textbook symptoms.” I was ashamed that I’d deleted so much evidence in my mind, and I realized that I had fallen into the Wendy Syndrome. The worse he treated me, the more I tried to change to please him. But it did no good since he was hell-bent on destroying my self confidence or any sense of me as a strong, intelligent woman so that I would become emotionally dependent on him.

Give me a break, I was a psychologist, master NLP practitioner, and master hypnotherapist. I believed (there’s that word again) that I should have seen this coming. Instead it slapped me in the head like a runaway pinata.

I then believed that I had been hoodwinked. I changed the way I responded to him, talked to him, and treated him. I was rebound my strength, confidence, and regained my self-respect. I left him—flat. He begged me to stay for a while, plied me with gifts and promises. This was what had worked for years when he sensed I was on the verge of leaving. It didn’t work anymore. Then, be became mean, ugly, accusing, and threatening.

One day, while he was at work, I had a moving van come in and pack up the house. I put everything, except a chair, a side table, a lamp, and a bed into storage. I would have loved to have seen his face when he came home.

Beliefs. How they can help or hinder. I prefer those that help. Anyway, after leaving Lee, I  believed that I wanted someone in my life who was sensitive, poetic,creative, funny, smart, blah, blah, blah. Again the universe was accommodating and I became more involved with a friend, David. We had a tumultuous relationship. It was a ride at a Six-Flags roller coaster. Higher than high with adventure, fun, laughter, and love. Then a fast slide into nightmare-land, only to swing upward again. Well, by now you know the drill. My beliefs changed and we parted. We are now best friends because I believe that a little thing like divorce shouldn’t stand in the way of having a great friend.

Finally, I think, the “right” beliefs took root in my confetti-head brain. I met someone who, for once in my life, is low maintenance and a perfect match. Yes. I married him too. I am a tough one to live with, partly because I don’t hold onto beliefs. Beliefs are the filters we use to drive our life. They need to be open and flexible in order to make it through with the least amount of misery and the most amount of wonderfulness. At least, that’s what I believe about beliefs.

Choosing beliefs takes a bit of know-how and practice. I’m so glad I have the skills to know my beliefs aren’t real and know that they can be changed when needed. Even still, beliefs are tricky. They don’t want you to know they aren’t real. Shhhhh. We know the secret. They are just energy, synapses forming and unforming, chemistry to help us navigate the shark infested waters of  life.

Some people turn to religion for this. Give it all over to God, Jesus, Buddha, Alla. Oh wouldn’t life be simpler if I could buy into that one. But my universe doesn’t support that kind of belief when it contradicts all my other beliefs. Even if they aren’t real, or maybe because they aren’t real, I’m choosing beliefs that include oneness, love, choice, and peace in all of us at some level. I still have, as Ram Das put it, “uncooked seeds” but at least I know they are there to be cooked.

I must have a belief in marriage. I have done it a lot. I don’t really think I believe that marriage is necessary. I’ve never really gone out seeking a partner. They just always landed on my doorstep. Well, I hope I’m through with that circus. I’m happy in my belief now that I’m just where I belong.

Blessings and happy beliefs.



About anitaburns

Confetti Head: My life of change, and color, weirdness, and fun. From the colorful days of Hippie, to all night rocker parties, to married life, contemplation, meditation, and more. My life has been blessedly full and rich. Anita's Real Food: I have loved cooking since my first Easy Bake Oven when I was four. I bake, cook, invent, share, and eat. Enjoy my Real Food Blog. Astrology Learning and Secrets: LIttle-known facets or a deeper dive into the wonderful world of Astrology
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6 Responses to I’m a Believer

  1. Paveena says:

    I think we all have believes whether it’s right or wrong. Sometime the same belief meant something totally different at any given time. We just have to make it do what we want, it’s an inner force to me personnally. I’m not sure if I explain that correctly, but I “get” what you wrote.


  2. George says:


    That was wonderful! You are so open, I know it sounds corny but you are really brave. I know it’s not a big deal for you, but the look at me and learn from me, wow. The nakedness of it all.

    Isn’t it the ultimate irony for metaphysicians to not forsee many things we would rather not have gone through. But on the other side if we did not go through with them we would not have those experiences too thoroughly understand.

    Many Blessings



    • anitaburns says:

      HI George. Haven’t heard from you in ages. I hope things are going well for you.

      Thanks for your comment. I guess, I’ve always figured that keeping secrets is hard work, and I do enough of that already. Better to be out there and open. That way there’s no confusion about who your real friends are. It’s really nice not to have to worry about whether people approve of me or not. I have my hangups (ooh, 70’s word), but that one’s pretty low. I guess there’s a fine line about being tactful, and appropriate and being too out there and open. I try to keep my mouth shut if it needs to be and be open when it is right to be. That is a lesson my ex and now best friend taught me—sometimes it’s best to just say nothing. NLP also taught me how to be frank AND be tactful.



  3. Michael says:

    That was neat and filled in many blanks, but not all, and who cares if they are all filled in anyway, and who are you?

    Tulita and I had fun trying to figure out where the cabin was. There have been lots of tears due to personal neglect and frantic hard labor. The house is improving and the tears are drying up.

    Thank you so much for your story.


    • anitaburns says:

      Hi Michael,
      The only thing I remember about where the cabin was is that it was on a steep hill, overlooking the lake. We used to take innertubes to the top of the hill and slide down them, across a tiny road, and onto the frozen lake. I think it was on the far side of the lake, not near town. The only store nearby was a 711. I’m happy to hear that things are ‘drying up.” Lots of love to both of you.



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