When your I Am is recognized. . . life’s dynamics. .
The first time I became aware of being recognized as someone Other than this Veronica was having my brother Mike’s face light up like a Christmas Tree when I came to his house. He was in the process of leaving life and when I appeared in the doorway, I saw his inner light. He lit up like a high wattage surge.
Even my mother, the Jenny, beside his bedside, saw his glow and turned and said your sister came to you. He grinned with obvious relief I later scribed from my Teachers because what he was being taught was what I was involved with.
The next episode was during David’s last hospital stay. I was asked by his father to see a client’s wife who was in the hospital. They were of money so she was in another section. I appeared at the door and she was on her knees in bed facing the door and with open arms welcomed me.
I knew her but her welcome was for a trusted heart friend. You know she shouted, what I say is true. They are babies, all of them! And she continued on. Her husband stepped out of the bathroom panicky, (obviously) and said it is the medicine talking.
I wanted to differ but said nothing. She was on pain medication but this was truth being shouted and she knew this as well as I. All babies she cried who never grew up. She suffered the little children. . a world full. . .
I have written about my mother, the Jenny and mentioned that there was never a heart conversation of belief with her. She did not know anything of me other than what was evident.
She came when the babies were born to help out. I was grateful for that help because I had none at all. She could not understand why I was up after 2 days to take care of things. Even with 8 children and no money, there were old friends who insisted on her 10 days in bed after birthing.
Yet when the first near death experience occurred, she knew immediately my knowledge and started talking. My brother, at the foot of the bed, said over and over, the medicine talks. It is the medicine. I told him not so, it is truth. Being Catholic he wanted prayers and priests. None of that was her need. But teachers were teaching she said and they said. . . .everything I had been learning about.
I will write of my talks because of journals I kept. When I asked of Papa she said he is just waking up. And of David, she flicked her wrist, ahhh she said, you go out too far. Too far . . .David and I were called misfits by my inlawmother, Sarah. Not of this world.
I will introduce some of those conversations and their evidential. And the cost of life’s tuition in this class.
this cannot believe photo still by
John Stanley Hallissey