Elvis and Ginger: Elvis Presley's Fiancée and Last Love Finally Tells Her Story by Ginger Alden Page B
Authors: Ginger Alden
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in a long white gown,” he said. Then he slowly opened his eyes, cocked his head to one side, and raised an eyebrow at me, gauging my reaction.
“Oh,” I said, struggling to think of some reply. “That’s nice,” I added and smiled.
A long white gown? Engaged? Is it possible he means what I think he means? This can’t be right,
I thought.
Not after such a short time.
On the other hand, I’d already seen how spontaneous and decisive Elvis could be about certain things. I had certainly felt a strong attraction between us from the first day we met, but the idea of us already discussing marriage was nearly impossible for me to grasp. I was just two years out of high school and we couldn’t have been at more different places in our lives. Yet, these potential obstacles seemed to be rapidly fading. Also, it was no small thing that this was Elvis, a man who seemed to live in a world of his own making.
Without remarking on my shocked expression, which I’m sure must have mirrored my thoughts, Elvis simply smiled and went back to reading. Meanwhile, my mind continued spinning out of control. How could Elvis feel so strongly about us already?
As dawn broke, Elvis went into his bathroom and changed into pajamas with no mention of a separate room for me. Realizing there would be little to no privacy now, I decided to just go with the flow and went into the designated ladies’ bathroom to change for bed. Not only did I still have to work on feeling comfortable wearing pajamas around Elvis, I now had to be okay being dressed in them, chances were, in front of his entire clan of male pals and support staff.
I came out of the bathroom and sat beside Elvis on the bed. I had been trying hard all evening to understand and accept the ideas and information he’d been sharing with me. Now he sprang something new yet again.
“Come on, let’s meditate together,” he said. “It’s calming and a way of being in touch with one’s higher self.”
I had never meditated and had no clue what he meant by a “higher self.” Still, I was willing to try it. I sat beside him and crossed my legs, imitating his position.
“Pyramids possess a special energy which help give strength to an individual,” Elvis explained as he showed me how to form a pyramid shape with my index fingers and thumbs. Then he placed his hands up to his forehead and told me, “Pray to the third eye and say, ‘Christ light, Christ love, Christ peace.’”
After I’d repeated these words, Elvis explained that the third eye was an energy center that related to being able to evaluate our past experiences and life patterns, so we could put them into perspective through the wisdom of the third chakra, which was located between the eyes. If this chakra malfunctioned, the symptoms might be a headache and eye tension.
We sat in this position and I tried to focus on blocking out everything else as I repeated these words with Elvis. To my surprise, after a while I felt a peaceful feeling wash over me. I could definitely understand how someone like Elvis, with so many demands on his time and energy, could benefit from meditation.
Elvis looked relaxed when we’d finished meditating. He told me that when his ex-wife, Priscilla, was speaking with him on the phone once and telling him that she didn’t know how to handle Lisa, he’d said, “Get a pen and a piece of paper and write down this word . . .
meditate
.”
He had yet to make any physical advances toward me, other than the light kisses I’d received. I wasn’t really surprised by this, given his schedule. But now here we were, in another hotel room, and he wasn’t exhausted from a show tonight. Would he make a move? And what would I do if he did?
There was no need for concern. Elvis took two cotton balls and put them in his mouth to wet them, then placed a cotton ball in each ear. “This helps to block the outside noise,” he explained. He was clearly preparing for bed.
It seemed that Elvis was as
“Oh,” I said, struggling to think of some reply. “That’s nice,” I added and smiled.
A long white gown? Engaged? Is it possible he means what I think he means? This can’t be right,
I thought.
Not after such a short time.
On the other hand, I’d already seen how spontaneous and decisive Elvis could be about certain things. I had certainly felt a strong attraction between us from the first day we met, but the idea of us already discussing marriage was nearly impossible for me to grasp. I was just two years out of high school and we couldn’t have been at more different places in our lives. Yet, these potential obstacles seemed to be rapidly fading. Also, it was no small thing that this was Elvis, a man who seemed to live in a world of his own making.
Without remarking on my shocked expression, which I’m sure must have mirrored my thoughts, Elvis simply smiled and went back to reading. Meanwhile, my mind continued spinning out of control. How could Elvis feel so strongly about us already?
As dawn broke, Elvis went into his bathroom and changed into pajamas with no mention of a separate room for me. Realizing there would be little to no privacy now, I decided to just go with the flow and went into the designated ladies’ bathroom to change for bed. Not only did I still have to work on feeling comfortable wearing pajamas around Elvis, I now had to be okay being dressed in them, chances were, in front of his entire clan of male pals and support staff.
I came out of the bathroom and sat beside Elvis on the bed. I had been trying hard all evening to understand and accept the ideas and information he’d been sharing with me. Now he sprang something new yet again.
“Come on, let’s meditate together,” he said. “It’s calming and a way of being in touch with one’s higher self.”
I had never meditated and had no clue what he meant by a “higher self.” Still, I was willing to try it. I sat beside him and crossed my legs, imitating his position.
“Pyramids possess a special energy which help give strength to an individual,” Elvis explained as he showed me how to form a pyramid shape with my index fingers and thumbs. Then he placed his hands up to his forehead and told me, “Pray to the third eye and say, ‘Christ light, Christ love, Christ peace.’”
After I’d repeated these words, Elvis explained that the third eye was an energy center that related to being able to evaluate our past experiences and life patterns, so we could put them into perspective through the wisdom of the third chakra, which was located between the eyes. If this chakra malfunctioned, the symptoms might be a headache and eye tension.
We sat in this position and I tried to focus on blocking out everything else as I repeated these words with Elvis. To my surprise, after a while I felt a peaceful feeling wash over me. I could definitely understand how someone like Elvis, with so many demands on his time and energy, could benefit from meditation.
Elvis looked relaxed when we’d finished meditating. He told me that when his ex-wife, Priscilla, was speaking with him on the phone once and telling him that she didn’t know how to handle Lisa, he’d said, “Get a pen and a piece of paper and write down this word . . .
meditate
.”
He had yet to make any physical advances toward me, other than the light kisses I’d received. I wasn’t really surprised by this, given his schedule. But now here we were, in another hotel room, and he wasn’t exhausted from a show tonight. Would he make a move? And what would I do if he did?
There was no need for concern. Elvis took two cotton balls and put them in his mouth to wet them, then placed a cotton ball in each ear. “This helps to block the outside noise,” he explained. He was clearly preparing for bed.
It seemed that Elvis was as
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