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Edited on Sat May-06-06 03:55 PM by Ecumenist
I wanted to let all of you know that it's my 5th anniversary today and I couldn't be happier. I had a friend of mine who's an astrologer choose my date and time and I have to admit, if anyone is planning to get married, that's the way to go. My mother told me the minute I met him, ( she was there), that he was the man I was to marry, Mind you, this was 10 years before we got married. My Grandmother, in 1995, met him and actually wanted to tell him the ask to marry me on August 31 of 1995. She said the minute she met him, that she'd known him, "from before", meaning from a past life. This was coming from a southern Baptist born in Texas and spent her married life in Tulsa Oklahoma. The only problem with that was that DH and I weren't dating at that time. The woman that he was dating actually had a dream where she saw him kissing a woman with caramel skin and long titian hair and that didn't match her at all. Funnily enough, I had the same dream on the same night. Difference was, I was the woman.
A couple of nights later, I had a visitation from my Sister, Raine, who passed away on June 18 1972, her birthday. She told me, among other things, that because she felt I didn't know how to choose the right men, (in her opinion), she had chosen The One. She told me that she'd chosen Brian, (DH), to which I replied, "you marry him". She just laughed at me and said watch. When I awoke that morning, February 9 1995, I told my mother about the dream. She smiled and there were things that Raine wanted me to tell my mother. Later on that day, we went to a beauty supply. A woman walked up to me out of the clear blue sky and told my mother that her daughter was standing next to her. My mother acknowledged that that was the case, pointing to me.
The lady told her, "no, the other one" and proceeded to not only describe my sister but confirmed EVERYTHING I'd told her my sister had asked me to tell Mom. She was also able to tell that I had second sight and that I was able to see the Otherside. My mother was shocked but VERY pleased.
Later on that year, my mother had first of 2 major strokes. The second happened two months before my wedding. I had to change my plans and because the funds that I'd saved for the ceremony had to go to taking care of my Mom, we decided to get married in South Lake Tahoe, (not my first choice by ANY MEANS). It was a comedy of errors and had it been under another set of circumstances, it would have been funny. First of all, the woman who was supposed to be making my gown didn't know what the hell she was doing. Consequently, my gown was half made the day of the wedding. The trip up to Tahoe was a mess.
We got stuck in traffic, on a SUNDAY afternoon on May 6th 2001. We couldn't out why there would be such a sluggish traffic at that time and day on 50 going through Folsom. We found out later that a man had gone crazy, shot and killed another motorist on a semi-rural offramp in Folsom. The guy later killed himself about a week later. Then we got to the hotel and my gown was lost. I was a hot mess trying to get ready for my wedding. It took about 2 hours for my bags to be found. Then my mom was nowhere to be found. I found out later that they'd driven to the wrong hotel. I got married at Caesars and they ended up a Harvey's.
The next thing, I was upstairs getting ready and DH was calling up to the room what seemed to be every 15 minutes, telling me to hurry. I was almost in tears. I finally got ready and took off to get into the chapel, barefoot and carrying my 4.5 inch stilettos. It happened that my mother thought I had hightailed it out of the hotel, leaving another man at the altar. (I'd be engaged 7 times and left 2 men at the altar). Apparently, she'd come upstairs at the same time I'd gone down. She'd gotten to the room and was banging on the door, threatening me within an inch of my life if I didn't get out of the room and down to the chapel and that I wasn't going to jilt this groom, if she had to ring my neck to make sure I didn't.
I was downstairs and DH was VERY calm but my brother Adam was in a panic, running in and out of the chapel, hyperventilating and talking about how I had disappeared and probably on my way to the French Foreign Legion, at that very moment. My father's wife at the time, (a crazy broad if there ever was one), tried to hug my mother. She did this following being caught in a VERY mean lie about my Mom. My mom's stroke had affected the part of the brain that controls impulse control. Needless to say, when this "woman" walked up to my Mom to hug her, my mother swung on her. Luckily, she missed but not because she didn't try. When we started to walk down the aisle, they started playing the Wedding March by Wagner, which I hate by the way. I almost stopped dead still because I'd ordered Pachebel's Canon in D.
When I took my place next to DH at the altar, my sister Raine, materialised and started yanking on my cathedral length veil and giggling. She was so happy that I was marrying Brian that she couldn't see straight. DH always reminds me that he thought I was going to pass out because I kept taking DEEP BREATHS and swaying ever so slightly.
Somehow, through all that, I manage to marry my best friend, who just happens to be Bohemian Czech from Texas, A REAL TEXAN and I am an African American, with a strong vein of native American and European, heavy emphasis on Irish and Scottish.
I honestly believe that I have been led not only to DU and a few other sites which stand for the restoral of REAL AMERICA but to a large extent, I was blessed with a VERY welcome invitation to this place, where the sacred and the feminine and masculine have merged to work towards the betterment of our society, our country and our planet.
On this day, I will go to pray with my husband to the River, where we will place a box filled with prayers, hopes and dreams, not only for ourselves but for those around us. I promise to pray on a regular, (interpret that as daily), basis for anything here that is submitted and more importantly, for something hoped for I like to call "A Pandemic of Peace".
I humbly ask for the wonderful souls here to please pray for me for a VERY special reason. We have no children and we want at least one child so very much. I have had some serious health issues and have been told that I would never get pregnant or carry to term but according to medical opinion, I shouldn't even be here. I got pregnant surprisingly, in 2003 but lost my little girl 3 days after my 2nd anniversary. I believe in miracles and I believe that prayer is a VERY powerful thing and can, no often does results in the impossible happen. So, if any of you would please offer prayers for me and my husband to concieve and bring forth a child of our own.
Thank you again for being allowed to be one of your spiritual company. Thank you for opening your hearts for me and mine.
God bless you and bestow light, love and strength to all of you.
I Have A Dream
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