Wednesday, December 12, 2012

What Is My Subconscious Saying?

Last night I had another strange dream. Well, it wasn't strange to me at all. I didn't like the symbolism's. And perhaps I know what they mean. Do I really want to allow myself to listen to it?  Well anyway on to the dream.

I was in the hospital...visiting. It was the hospital where my grandfather passed away. I was in the room he died in, standing at the foot of the bed. I wasn't sad. In fact I don't remember feeling any type of emotion. He (my grandfather) was standing next to me. I didn't need to look at him. I know it was him from the smell of his Cologne/aftershave. Brut. But I looked anyway. There he stood next to me...to my right...as handsome as ever, with that grey twinkle in his eyes. It was him. Jeans, t-shirt, gold medallion, gold bracelet, and watch. His hair soft like baby hair. It was him, MY grandfather standing next to me for the first time in forever.

He acknowledged me with a smile, put his arm around me and drew his attention to the bed. I turned my head to look at what he was looking at. There was someone in the bed. I do not know who they were or if they were a man or a woman. The person was covered from head to toe in a blanket. They weren't dead but they were close. There was a tube coming from the bed by where the mouth of this person would have been. I followed the light blue tube to a ventilator. The ventilator had clearly seen better days. There was a sticker on the ventilator of a pink and purple butterfly. I tilted my head to the side and before I could ask.

My grandfather says, "The ventilator is old and not working properly. No matter what you do the result will be the same. If you put the new ventilator together the old one will stop working before you are done. It you can manage to get the new one together before then you will have to unplug to old one to plug the new one in. Either way the outcome will be the same and it will only prolong the inevitable."

I turn to speak but I am interrupted by a nurse who comes in and checks the monitors. She turns to me, smiles and nods, "Ma'am."

After she leaves the room, I turn to my grandfather, who is looking at me waiting for me to ask my question. I take a deep breathe, and ask, "Who is this? Why do I have to out it together?" He tightens his arm, kissing my hair takes a breathe and replies, "Because it will always you." Huh? What the hell does that mean? He continued, " No matter how hard you try and figure it out, look at it from a different angle the result will always be the same. You know that. I know that. I know the you know that, Pook." His nickname for me...Pook. Never understood it but that was one of his nicknames for me. I guess it's short for Pookie. I have no idea. One of the things I never got the chance to ask him about.

The nurse came back in, this time announcing the the floor would be closing soon and we need to leave in a few minutes. I say to the nurse, "Thank you."

I look up at my grandfather, soaking every detail of his face. Committing everything to memory. "Are you ready?", he asks me. Wait... ready for what? To leave? No, I'm not ready! I  have so much I want to say. I nod and we begin to walk to the door. No, No, NO!!! I'm not ready to go. I can't leave yet, WHO'S IN THE BED?!?! Stopping at the door, he says, "You know..." Wait! Is he answering my unspoken question? No, I don't know. He kisses my temple, then continues, "...I miss seeing your smile." I say nothing. We enter the hall and part ways. No bye, no see you later.

That's when I wake up.

Link to my other dream.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Biting My Tongue

There is so much I want to say.

So much I need to say.

I know all the anxiety I am getting has a lot to do with all of the crap I am holding in. I don't even know why I am feeling this way. All I know is that I am just...miserable. And the anxiety just make this fifty million times worse. How, when did I become so bitter? It's border line hatred. Not toward anyone in particular, not to anything in particular. I really don't like that way I am feeling.

I don't know I hope what ever is going on with me ends soon, because i am tired of feeling this way.

Laters,



Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Hmm...

It's been a while since I last wrote anything. I have been so engrossed in work and life, that I haven't really had anytime for me. No I take the back the only me time I get is when I am reading a book. Been doing a lot of reading lately. Mostly romance novels that get my head a fudged up.

October and November have been pretty crazy months for me us. October was just a bad, bad month. I'll spare all the details. The end of October we got hit with Hurricane Sandy. Holy cow. The devastation. Places I've spent summers with family and friends are...gone. We were without power for about 5 days. But I'd rather take that than experience what other people have. My daughter's God mom was in the middle of moving and lost pretty much everything. I know someone who was without power for 16 days. Wow...talk about living in the dark ages. can't imagine. I was barely keeping it together with the 5 days we were without. Working in the dark sucked. Especially with what I do. Halloween was canceled. Who would have thought.

November, seems to be better but my head just won't stop. I don't know if I'm coming or going. There is just so much on my mind, so much I want to say. But I'm afraid to say it, afraid to hurt feelings. Afraid to come across as, as a bitch.

I see so much potential in people and yet they aren't trying or don't want to try.
Thanksgiving was pretty nice. We spent the day with hubby's family, before I had to go to work. Working holidays suck, but I look at it as it pays the bills. I wish I didn't have to work so much.

I blew my back out and now they say I have sciatica. Crap this hurts. i have been in constant pains since the beginning of November. I've always have back issues and tailbone issues. But this is for the dogs. I would love to be pain free.

Hubby's birthday is coming up. He wasn't to go to Red Lobster. We'll probably do that on the weekends., Since I have to work on his actual birthday. He don't want much of anything for his birthday or Christmas. He does want the WII U, the new game system that's coming out that came out. I've asked him a couple of times what he wants and all he says is, "I want you".

Oh we put out tree up for the first time in like 4 years.

Hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving.

Monday, October 1, 2012

For awhile now, I have been feeling do angry. Pissed off at the world. Stressed out about work and the population that I work with wearing me down. I wasn't happy at home. I mean I was happy but not truly happy. I have been saying to my husband that I have been tired and stressed. Telling him months ago that we needed more money. Our finances suck. Who's' doesn't? He always would say that same thing. "They'll raise our rent." (True, rent control apartments suck.) Or, "my back can't handle more than what I am doing." (true, is back IS bad).

But it still wasn't helping me. So,  I decided to start making jewelry, rosaries in particular. That's what I started with. In hopes that is would take off and I could bring in more money under the table. I also thought about getting a second job. I did the two job thing in the passed. And it sucked. One job was in the morning 7-3 and the other job was full time/part time at night 4-9 or whenever the store would close. It was not fun and I busted my ass. I need the other basically for gas money and to help get a car. Needless to cay that car only last 3 weeks before the engine went but I leased a car. And the day job paid for insurance and payments while the other paid for gas.

Anyway back to what I Was saying. So, last year the development didn't factor in part of my income and I ended up have it pay back rent. I found this out when I went to sign my lease for this year. The back rent was almost 3 grand. I made arrangements with them and I had to come up with a certain amount of money for a down payment and then pay them $50  month in addition to my current rent. It wasn't anyone's fault really. But anyway, so I get paid every other week. One check out of the month  goes toward the rent. As a result I am paying my other bills late and am always behind in something. I forget to pay the extra 50 one month and we get a letter from the court demanding the full amount or we'll be evicted. 

This letter caused a downward spiral in my life, in my relationship. I refused to live in my car. It seemed like everything for the last few months came to a head and exploded. This was the quieted argument in the world because it was all done over email. I'll spare you the details. But hubby and I were going to split. In fact we did spilt for about 20 hours. I was an emotional wreck. My boss called me and I lost it on her. Poor thing I felt bad laying it all out for her. but she was the first person I had spoken to about it. She gave me a couple of days off to try and figure where I was going to live, how I was going to get the money, etc.

Don't know what lies ahead for me...for us

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Just so September doesn't pass without a post

I have been so angry, so aggravated and so stressed out these last few....I can't even begin to tell you how long. I'm sure Ill get through it. I'll update more and in depth at a later date. But my jewelry hobby is really starting to take off. That's good. :)


Friday, August 31, 2012

It Has Been A While

Since I had a dream of her. Last night she was there. In my dreams. So close yet so far away. The dream didn't make much of any sense. It wasn't a literal dream. More to be interpreted. But she was there. And she was the cutest this I ever say. She looked to be about 3 years old. Which given either the day she was born or the day she should have been born is the right age. She had short really tight curly hair. Almost like a light brown to medium brown color. She was pale like daddy. I can't say if she looked like me or like daddy. But I knew at the second I saw her that it was her. I don't really remember having dreams of her. Just in the very beginning but they were more like nightmares. I wanted to get near her to touch her, to talk to her but the people there wouldn't let me.

It was a weird dream. Maybe someone reading can interpret it.

I was at a funeral. Don't know who's funeral. We are all outside at the cemetery. I was sitting in the back of all of the chairs. People were carrying the casket (which was about 8 feet long very exaggerated silver and gold) in a marching band type formation. I said to the person sitting next to me that this was ridiculous and got up and walk around to Shealyn's headstone. Which by the way, we don't have because we had her cremated. Anyway, I was facing her headstone and rested my head on it. This guys came walking over stopped a few feet from me and asked if I wanted privacy. I said no that it was ok. And he took a few steps closer, and began talking to me. We were talking about loss and I began asking him questions to kind of get a mans perspective. Then my husband came over asking he if could help the guy he said no and he and I said goodbye. I then walked back over to the funeral. which was now inside a building of some kind. I the seats were flipped. Those sitting the front were now in the back and those in the back were now in the front.

I was now in my seat and I was fiddling with some things I had in my hand, when I looked up to my right. And standing there in the corner of the room was I guy I used to work with who passed away about a year or so ago. I waved and stood up to walk over to him and that's when I saw her.

She was standing behind him and slightly to his right. She kind of looking like she was peaking around his legs. Kind of like how a kid does when they are shy. I stopped right where I was and just stared. Took in all of her feature. What she looked like. What she was wearing. She was so cute and so my daughter.

 I began walking over to them again and by this time we were leaving the building. I was trying to get out of line so I can stay and talk with them but the people, so many people wouldn't let me. I was outside now trying to get back in and I couldn't and that is when I woke up.

What does it mean? Does it mean anything? Could it just be from the cold/fever I've had the last couple of days?

This is the first time I can honestly say that I dream of her. Where it was her, the age she would have been, the age she should be. And at this post I don't really care what the dream meant. I saw her and that's all that matters.


On a side note. If any one can interpret it please let me know what your thoughts are.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

So Tired

I am so tired. I have no motivation for anything. I'm tired of work, I'm tired of things being the way they are. I'm tired of not "being a women". I feel like I hit menopause a long time ago. I'm tired of being tired, I'm tired of doing the same crap over and over again. I'm tired of being broke all the time. I'm tired of driving a death trap of a car. I'm tired of my family on contacting me when they need something. When was the last time they called me? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm tired of being alone. Yeah, I have my husband but I'm alone. I'm tired of being quiet. I'm tired, tired, tired.

On another note: My rosary/jewelry seems to going good. I'm have few orders, mostly for bracelets.

Sad thing: The only time I'm happy is when I put my ipod on loud and create something.

Things HAVE got to get better, they just have too.

Monday, July 2, 2012

50 Shades

I am completely obsessed with the series. I read the whole trilogy in one week. Some people might not like it. But I can put all the sex in it aside (although it's pretty hot) and focus on the story. The love story in it is really good. I don't normally get panic attacks from reading a book. I mean serious who does that? This girl apparently. In the second book, 50 Shades Darker, I think I had 5 panic attacks. Well, more like anxiety attacks but still. Yes, so I'm obsessed with a book, and in love with fictional people. I need a life. SMH.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Feeling Confused

I'm not sure what to title this so I am just going to leave in "untitled". I ran into a pregnant co-worker today. She looks so pretty with he little baby bump. (God, how I wish I had one.) I found myself a couple of time during our conversations saying to myself, "God, I hope she never has to go through what I went through." Instantly I felt guilty for having that thought. It wasn't a bad thought. I was simply saying a silent prayer that she won't have to go through what I went through. I felt like I was cursing her. Like I was damming her to this little "club" we have. And that was really not the case. I wouldn't wish being a BLM on my worst enemy. But I still can't but feel guilty that I may have ginxed her. Although that was not my intention. I find myself saying that a lot every time a seem a pregnant lady.

Why do I feel guilty by this?

I feel so confused by this feeling.

Well, I think I found the title of this post.

I didn't do or say anything wrong.
 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Starring...Me?!?! and a blog hop

(I don't have as many followers as I did on my other blogs.)

Well maybe not staring in a film but maybe appearing in one.
I was on face.book the other day and I cam across something a page I follow posted. I was instantly drawn to it. The page is called STILL Project. They will be using this page until their website is up and running. It is a husband ans wife team, who lost their first child,  who started a production company called Planet Zaya. I really want to be apart of this. They are making a movie/documentary about pregnancy and infancy loss called STILL. When I first read about it the first thought that came to mind was maybe this is what that medium, the day before Mother's Day was talking about, that I am destined for greatness. After all she said, "In five years I will see you somewhere and say to myself, 'I hugged that women'."

I contacted Carrie, the Directer of Operations, telling her I was interested in helping out in any way and about the possibility of appearing in the film. This is her response.
Hi Betty,

Thank you for your interest in the STILL Project and your willingness to get involved.

As you may have read on the facebook page, my husband Jonathan and I run a film production company called PlanetZaya (http://www.planetzaya.com/).  We are currently in pre-production for a documentary film project called STILL, which will tell the story of our daughter Elena, whom we lost to stillbirth, as well as the stories of others like us who have suffered the loss of a baby.  Right now we are establishing connections with interested individuals and families and we will launch the fundraising campaign on August 1st 2012, Elena’s 10th birthday.

We are currently collecting data on those who would like to share their story on camera for potential usage in the feature length film and those who are interested in helping us raise funds and awareness for the film.  If you could let me know what state you live in that will help as we build the database.

I have also attached some background to give you an idea of who we are and why we feel the STILL Project is so important.

We are currently posting updates and information at www.facebook.com/stillproject until the http://www.stillproject.org/ website goes live.  But if you have any questions you can always reach me by e-mail.

Thanks so much for your time, Betty.
I am really looking forward to this.

Linking up with Tesha's Treasures.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Dear Billy,

I wish that I had some fancy Father's Day shindig planned. I wish I were sitting at the table with our daughter fingering panting cards and making a cake, or Oreo brownies for you for Father's Day. But instead I sit here looking at you dreaming of what should have been. What could have been. What would have been.

So, even though you are a dad just not to one who is living, I figure I would tell you on here how much I love you. I've said this before and I'll say it until the day I die. YOU are my rock! I have no idea where I would be today you weren't by my side.

You are an amazing person, friend, and husband. Thank you for being you. Thank you fro encouraging and supporting me.

I love you.



 




PS. We need to take more pics of ourselves together.



Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Well...

...I psyched myself up. I did really good though. Mommy mode kicked in and I found myself wondering if this person or that person I was with was ok. I found myself people watching. Wondering what they were thinking. What they where going to do afterwards.

Here is on thing I will never understand. I don't know why people do it. Hell, even I do it. We stand there at the casket, lean over to the person you are standing next to or say to yourself, "wow they look really good."

Umm...no...if they looked really good we wouldn't be gathered there remembering there life. If they looked really good they wouldn't have been sick and died. Are we just trying to spark a conversation? Or does the person look good? In this case this person did look good. She looked...at peace. She had been sick for a really long time and she was tired. I honestly think that last time I saw her was at Shealyn's funeral. She was sick then but she looked...good. But then again, I don't really remember much of what people looked like that day.

OK that is all for right now.
Best wishes,

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Death

Sounds like this is going to be a morbid post...maybe not.

Yesterday, Shealyn's God-mom called me to let me know that a mutual friend and finally passed away. I say finally because this person had been sick with cancer for the longest time. She went peacefully in her sleep. I prayer her s/o can find peace and comfort.

Now with that being said, all I can thing about now is my own death. Not so much of where, how and when will I die but more of the funeral. It's not like I'm going to be there to see it. But I wonder what it would be like.

Who will officiate?
Who will write my eulogy?
What will they say about me?
Who will come?
Who will be the drama queen?
What do I want to wear?
Do I want it in a funeral home or a church?

I don't even know if I want to be buried or cremated. Shealyn is cremated. I told Hubby that who ever goes first will be buried and half of her ashes will go with that person. So I guess I want to be buried, but where?

A couple of weeks ago I had looked into a funeral planning guide. Those things are so expensive...funerals not the guide.

I guess it's time that Hubby and I sit a really talk this stuff out. So, we know what each other wants. And we should look into pre-paying for our funeral. Did you know that have that option?

Tomorrow is going to be hard for me. Not so much that I am saying  good bye to someone I know. I've gone to a couple of funerals since Shealyn died I am pretty good with that. I know how to be the supportive person, the caring person. My mommy role always manages to kick in in situations like that. The hard this for me is their services will be in the same place we had Shealyn's services. This place is the last time I saw her. The last time I held her. The last time I kissed her. The last time I said good-bye to her. The last time we were a family. The last family portrait.












Monday, June 11, 2012

My Calling?!?!

Around the time that I decided I wanted to research what religion was best for me, and looking for God, I was laying in bed one night thinking. Thinking of where I was in life and where I wanted to be. On my nightstand next to my bed, I have 2 little drawer handles on the handles I had hung 2 rosaries that my husbands grandmother gave me way back when. Then it hit me. {smack...boom}

First Rosary-SOLD
I decided right then and there that I would begin to try and make rosaries, and other kinds of jewelry. I searched the Internet, subscribed to newsletters and now I am very happy to say that I have made 3 rosaries, one single decade bracelet and one 5 decade bracelet. I have sold 2 rosaries and one person is interested in buying one. I sold a bracelet and the other is a sample. For my own use mostly. I have gotten such a warm response in doing this. God called and I was actually paying enough attention to hear him and answer.

This rosary had black beads with a rainbow effect. SOLD
Matching single decade bracelet- SOLD
I do custom orders. I make random ones, basically whatever bead combos call to me when I am at the craft store or ordering beads online. I will be looking into making wooden bead rosaries for men also.

This is a custom made piece I did for a friend.
The beads are made of natural lava stones.
5 decade bracelet

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Repeat, peat, peat

"I love you like a love song baby. I love you like a love song baby. And I keep hitting repeat, peat, peat."

That song is stuck in my head. I feel like I'm on repeat. Wake up- go to work- take hubby to work- come home- watch tv- shower-bed- wake-up....do it all over again. Mind you I can't really do anything constructive during the day because I work nights. Which means I don't wind down from the day until around 3am and then I wake up at like 1 in the afternoon. If I do have to do something I wake up in the mornings but I am sooooo tired. I drag myself around. So I'm stuck on repeat. I got to change. Something has go to change. Being an independent person is a good thing but a terrible thing at the same time.

My Journey Through the Bible; Part 2

Numbers-Joshua

NOTE: I am by no means preaching. I'm not saying I am right or wrong. I am merely giving my opinion, to which was are all entitled to.


Hi Everyone,

Thanks for joining the second part of my journey thought the Bible. This post is going to cover my finding in the books of Numbers, Deuteronomy, and Joshua. Numbers in my opinion was probably the most time consuming for me. It, for me, was had to follow with all the numbering of the 12 tribes of Israel. A couple of things stood out to me or made me sit and think.
"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you, an be gracious to you; The Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace." -Num 6:24-26
When I read that I can honestly say that I felt as though the Lord wrapped his arm around me. I told my husband that each day I read I feel a little different. I feel myself growing as a person, my soul slowly brightening, from the darkness. It is a process, this I know but little by little I feel myself changing. Perhaps into the beautiful butterfly I've always dreamed I be. But seriously, I'm not as negative or as angry as I used to be. I still have my moments but 2 months ago I thought of going on medication. I don't feel that need anymore.

"The Lord is long-suffering and abundant in mercy..." -Num 14:18
I can only hope and pray to be forgiven now and in the end. A lot of things were done with good intentions. Most of the things I have done were because that is what I was taught or discovered myself; Lie, cheat and steal...to survive. Up until I met my husband, that it what I was doing. Trying to survive. I can sit here and say, "oh well, I was only a kid then. I was just a teenager." But this that really and excuse? I knew what I was doing but will I be forgiven due to the circumstances I was in. I moved in with hubby when I was 16. If I hadn't I wouldn't be here today. If I was perhaps I wouldn't be who/where I am today.

Deuteronomy, had quiet a few verses that jumped out at me. They really spoke to me. Most of it was about law guidelines. Bet here are the verses that stuck out to me. These 2 verses were from Chapter 4 in Deuteronomy.
"But form there you will seek the Lord your God, and you will find Him if you seek him with all your heart and all your soul."-Deu 4:29. And, "(for the Lord your God in a merciful God), He will not forsake you nor destroy you,..."-Deu 4:31.
"You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your might." 6:5

"Your life shall hang in doubt before you; you shall fear day and night, and have no assurance of life."- Deu. 28:66
 That above verse pretty much sums up my state of mind at this moment. Not so much as living in fear but more of not being sure of anything in life. Will I have kids again? Will I be truly full of joy and happiness? No don't get me wrong I am happy but will i ever feel that joy, that completion of looking at your baby sleeping in the crib, or watching them growing. Seeing them take their first steps, say their first words. Will that ever happen? And I think that is what I am afraid of most.

And the last one for Deuteronomy. "Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you." Deut. 31:6. Amen. That is my new motto. He is with you and won't leave or forsake you. He was always there I just didn't know whee to look.  This was repeated thought the rest of this book and the beginning of Joshua.

The book of Joshua was mostly about war. Taking of cities and killing kings. I didn't read anything that jumped out at me. I guess that is ok.

Well thank you all for reading on my journey. I am going to start Judges in a bit. Stay tuned to my post review on that in a few days.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Coincidence or a Sign?

Today, was just like any other day.

I woke up watched some tv with hubby then began getting ready for work. I opened my closet door and sat on the edge of my bed, trying to figure out what I was going to wear. I glanced over next to the closet a the table we have in the room for Shealyn and all her little trinkets. I glance down at the floor and see that the bottom door of the table is open. I knew that I hadn't done it and it was closed when I woke up. I called hubby into the room and asked him if he opened it to look for a book and forgot to close it. He said he didn't.

Huh.

So, I immediately sat on the floor in front on the opening and looked at what I had; books on sex and love, Silvia Brown book, A couple of Stephen King books, some James Patterson, And old journal from 2005, a letter I had written to my grandfather, a notebook that had some fertility symbols and fertility boosting herbs, and a book. I have no idea where the book came from. Maybe a friend gave it to me after Shealyn past, maybe it came in a box of stuff someone may have given to me. I don't know. What I do know is the book it titled, If God Is So Good, Why Do I Hurt So Bad? by David Biebel. This is the only thing that made sense since I have been reading the bible. (check out my journey through the first 3 books here. And I will be posting about the next 3 in a couple of days.) I handed Hubby the book and he flips through it and stops at a page, whose corner was bent, bookmarking the page. I read it and this is what I found.
"The horizons of life do not demonstrate God's love. Instead we see troubling things. Pain. Frustration. Competition. Alienation. Disintegration. Decay. Death. Yes, even the death of a child, perhaps your own child." -David Biebel

Chills.

Everyday, when I read the bible, before I start,  I say a little prayer for understanding the words that I am reading, I prayer for guidance and enlightenment. When I am done, I say thank you. Don't really know what I am searching for when I am reading it.

I read the little expert about the author and he lost id first born child as well.

Sign? Coincidence? Call it what you will. All I know is I am believing more and more that God working in mysterious ways and I feel what I am  doing at the moment in time is the right path for me. Can't wait to read this book and see what wisdom it has for me.






Wednesday, May 30, 2012

My Journey Through The Bible; Part 1

Genesis-Leviticus

NOTE: I am by no means preaching. I'm not saying I am right or wrong. I am merely giving my opinion, to which was are all entitled to.

So, in a week I have read through the first 3 books of the Bible; Genesis, Exodus and Leviticus. I found myself a little confused and drifting off with so-and-so begot this person and that. I highlighted a few thing for a later discussion with Hubby. But out of all 3 of theses book the one thing that stuck out to me. The one thing that stopped me dead in my tracks. (now I've seen a lot of people take the word and use it to benefit their opinions, there needs. We all get something out of reading the Bible and this is what I got.)
"Sanctify to Me, all the firstborn, whatever opens the womb[...]both of man and animal; it is Mine." -Exodus 13:2
After reading that, I stopped and just stared the the words me and was oddly at peace. I've said that before but this time was for real, I guess. Of course I still have questions as to why. And those questions will never be answer. But reading was kind of like reading God's answer to why Shealyn was taken.

A lot of ancient theorist believe that the "pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night" that escorts Moses and his people out of Egypt (Exodus 13:21-22); where UFOs and aliens. Hey anything is possible but what I found a little odd was Mose's face "shining" after being up in the mountain with the Lord for an extended period of time. (Exodus 34:29-35) How is that not radiation?

A few other things stuck out to me, Like the creation of "male and female in Our image"(Gen 1:26). And then, "God formed man of dust, and breathed life into his nostrils..." -(Gen 2:7).  And then Adam being put in a deep sleep and his rib being taken to make Eve. Perhaps this is a story of 2 "Eves".

I love this one "If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well sin lies at the door. And it's desire is for you, but you should rule over it." -(Gen 4:7) What I got from this is if you do good (intentions, deeds, or doing something with good intentions) you will be accepted in the Heaven. But if you do "good" with other intentions corruption and evil, miss fortune and bad luck wait for you.

"The Lord is my strength..."-Exodus 15:2
 I believe and Love God. I don't need religion or a book to tell me that. He created many trials throughout my life and I thank him for everyone because it molded me in to the person I am today. Although I am still trying to find out who that person is. But I am whole heartily looking forward to it. After all life is a never ending lesson, to grow and learn from and you and I will continue to grow and learn until the day you die.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

There Has To Be A Reason...

To why I am infertile. Yes, I have PCOS. But sometime I am not convinced that that is the only reason. We were watching  The Devil Inside, and just like with most of the things we watch hubby and I started taking about paranormal things we have witnessed or heard about out or even dreamt about. It got me thinking of a dream I had...well more like a nightmare I had had before the hubs and I got married.

Basically in this dream I was trying to cross a room full of snacks. I was a little more than mid way through the room. I had to cross over this giant snake. The was no way for me to go around to I had to step over it. Just as I was beginning to left the second leg the snake jumped up between my legs. Don't really know what happened afterward because I woke up.

There's a belief that snakes are representation of voodoo or black magic curses or even representation of the devil. It may sound stupid or ridiculous but I truly believe that this was done to me by other means.

Before Billy and I got together I I wasn't always regular but I had a semi normal cycles. Now they are nonexistent unless I take birth control or some other med to induce a cycle.

I don't know that's just how I am feeling right now.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Searching Religion...con't

So I have been banging my head against the computer researching religions. I am so overwhelmed with I can't think straight. So I figured I'd put the technical search on the back burner for the time being. I sat, thought, meditated a little and even prayed...not sure it I did it right. I'm guessing I did because I was compelled to start reading the Bible; cover to cover. This is my second day and I am about mid way through Genesis. The writing to so small it kills my eyes after a while so I read a little whenever I can.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Searching for a Religion

Well, not really a religion. I believe what I believe. I just want to be baptized. I've never been baptized and I am 29 years old. I don't need a church to tell me what to believe. I guess I am doing it so wen I die I don't end up in purgatory or hell or even stuck in this place. There are so many religions, how do you know which is the write one? I was invited to an Episcopalian church because I reached out to the Pastor. I never went because it was Mother's Day and I kind of felt like being home even though I had to work later int he day. All the kneeling and standing....I just don't understand.

How does all of that bring you closer to God?

And, then you have all the radical beliefs. Preachers telling their followers to "beat the gay out of your son". I just don't agree with any of that. And these are the preachers you later hear about how that killed himself or they were caught molesting young children or cheating on the spouse.

Come on, really?!?!

Here is what I believe:
  1. I believe in a higher power, be it God, Allah, Yahweh , Aliens, or a man/women holding the strings. Who am I to say exactly who or what it is.
  2. I believe that a man named Jesus taught our ancestors about  religion and his beliefs and that he died for our sins.
  3. I believe that the Di Vinci Code has a lot of truth behind it and in it.
  4. I believe in Angels and demons. (good/bad; yin/yang)
  5. I believe that you don't need to go to a building to pray, because on can "find God under a rock".
  6. I believe that if you do intentionally bad things you will not be forgiven.
  7. I believe that if you do things in conscience that you will be at some point rewarded for you attempts. Meaning do do something good with hopes that you will be rewarded do it because you want to, because it's the right thing to do.
Just to name a few.

If I could start my own religion I would. No persecution, no hate, treat someone the way you would want to be treated, love someone the way you would want to be loved.

So my search for a church.religion continues and until I find on that I like, that I am happy with I will continue to do what I feel is right. What I feel suits me.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Three Years

It absolutely blows my mind to think I should have a 3 year old running around the house. Shealyn was born and passed away 3 years ago today. It seems like so long ago yet feels like only yesterday.

I often wonder what she would be like? What she would be doing? I am sure that that is a thought that will be with me forever. What would her hair look like? Her eyes? Her smile? How tall would she be? Would she be outgoing or quiet and shy? Would she talk our ears off like her father?

One of my co-workers is pregnant with her first child. We were sitting at the table just chatting about her pregnancy. I began talking about mine. She looked at me puzzled, oh of those tilt your head to the side kind of looks. She than said, "Oh I didn't know you had kids?" I felt my face get hot. How do you explain to someone pregnant with the first child that babies die. That mine died. So I told her they yeah I was pregnant, I had a kid, she would have been three and she passed away. Yeah it's a sad reality that babies die. But I was not going to be the one to say "enjoy every bit of your pregnancy because it can be taken away like that. {snaps finger}.

Anyways, hear I sit another year without my daughter. Another year of heartache. Another year mourning the loss of my sweet little Angel.
I don't cry much anymore. Only once in a while. I guess I am at piece with is all. I do miss her though. And wonder what if and what would all the time.

My Dearest Shealyn,
I just want you to say that I love you so much. I can't believe it has been 3 years since we met you, since we held you.  What more can; I say I love and miss you. Daddy does too. He get so upset when he sees people raising their kids when they are being bad parents. I feel bad for him because I can't give him another child. Give him a kiss on the nose tonight. I love you sweetie.
Love,
Mommy


Our final goodbye

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Day Before Mother's Day 2012

I felt this belonged on my personal blog rather than my March or Dimes blog. So I just copies and pasted. If you read this on the other blog disregard. If yu haven't then enjoy.

I am still trying to process the events of last night. Well let me give you a little back story. A couple of years ago, after Shealyn passed I went to a support group meeting called The Compassionate Friends. Unfortunately I went to only one meeting. But I left there with a new friend. At the meeting I met a wonderful women (we'll call her S). She lost her son a few days before I lost my daughter. Though our children were years apart in age, I felt the connection to her. I friend requested her on face book, and our friendship grew from there.

So a couple of weeks ago, she came up with the idea to have a psychic party. I was all for it. Then some financial things came up and I couldn't afford to go. The hubby wasn't too keen on me going. Well a day or 2 before the actual party hubby surprised me a gave me money to go to the gallery reading. This was his Mother's Day/Anniversary gift to me. S's party was the yesterday the day before Mother's Day.

I was filled with anxiety in the couple of hours leading up to the event. On the way to S's house I probably smoked 5 cigarettes. I sat in my car for about 5 minutes in front of her house. I didn't know what I was going to experience, what was going to happen.

When I was a teen, Billy and I were probably together for about a year or 2. I went to one of those flea market psychics. I went there with an open heart and mind and the things she told me were totally false. One of the things that stick out that she told be is that I going to a have a son and that I would be a single mom. She told me that Billy and I would never get married and that we would split after 5 years of being together. Well, let me just say I don't have a son and Billy and I have been together for 13 years and still going strong.

So, you can see why I was a little apprehensive before even walking into S's house. I shook off any anxieties, took a deep breath and walked in to S's house. By the way her house is absolutely gorgeous. Any who, I immediately went into the kitchen to find S. I gave her a huge hug an thanked her for inviting me. Offered to help with anything she might have needed. After, I went and found my seat. I didn't really talk to anyone. There was a lady there that read stones. I sat there quietly observing what was going one. Looking down at my ipod several times. One of my nervous ticks, pretend I am reading a text or looking through my phone or ipod.

As I was siting there, people began to gather into the room where we were to have the gallery, the stone lady and Lucy were sitting in the front of the room, and every one was asking questions, killing time while Ann (the 3rd psychic) was finishing up prepping for the evening. They talked about pendulums and tarot cards and the was a few time that Lucy and I made eye contact. The first time I didn't think anything of it. It was like on of those you glance around the room, you make eye contact with someone and you continue about your business. That was the first time. By the 3rd, 4th and 5th time I actually started to get a little uncomfortable. But that is because of my own insecurities with making eye contact with people. It is something that I very rarely do.

The gallery began that ladies introduced themselves, some on picked a stone. I think everyone and some point was addressed by all of the mediums. There were a few times, they were saying people were coming through where I though might have been my grandfather, but I wasn't sure. After hearing a little more I realized they weren't talking about my people.

My brain is still kind of foggy over everything and so I may forget something that was said to me. So forgive me if I don't make any sense from this part of the story one.

Lucy kind of called me out and it was my turn to pick a stone. I picked a gorgeous one, a diamond actually, crack all through the stone. The stone lady then proceeded to tell me something to the effect of me being under a lot a stress (TRUE), and this part is all foggy too me. Lucy jumped in a said something about me teaching, (I used to work in a school for handicapped kids), Lucy then asked me id the was a reason for me to start a charity? I was a little confused by this but I DID just do the March of Dimes stuff. Lucy then said she saw me working/teaching for charity or non-profit. (I DO work for a non-profit organization, I am a case manager and I basically teach life skills). That is all I really remember for that part. They recorded it so I will be buying the DVD and I'll be able to update the post and correct anything I may have missed.

I was actually content with observing everyone else and their interactions with these ladies. I was silently hoping/praying that my grandfather or my daughter would come through, just to say hi or I love you.

Then Ann said the world that I was dreading on hearing but secretly hoping I would hear them..."Who lost the baby?" and as she said baby she folded her arms as if she were holding one. The only thing I could mutter out was "oh God!" and looked down. I felt my face, my body turn hot. I felt like I was going to pass out. S sitting next to me, put her arm around me and and spoke for me. Ann began to say, "she's a beautiful baby girl, so tiny, so beautiful. He brings her too you at night. Her time was meant to be short but she thanks you for choosing her". OMG I was done and complete crying idiot, the only thing I could say was "oh God" and "Thank you".

The Gallery ended. I went into the kitchen, got a drink, had a few pieces of cheesecakes. Not a dry eye in the place. I stood there looking for S. Once I found her I made my way over to her, gave her hug, wished her a Happy Mother's Day.

I was making my way to the door. I really needed to leave and sit in my car and bawl my eyes out. That is when I felt someone grab my arm and bring me out to the front porch. Ann, began telling me. "Some people are meant to have a tons of kids, some people are meant to be rich, some meant o fall in love a be married. You were meant to have your baby when you did, how you did, You picked this before you were born. She is around you all the time. When your arms fell heavy you are holding her and you know that your arms feel like you are carrying a ton of bricks."(true, true, VERY TRUE). She then went on to tell me some other thing, but I don't remember most of it. I wish I had my ipod recording the whole night. The thing she was saying to me, I just needed to hear, I guess. All I kept doing was tilt my head slightly to the side and nod, with the humbling smile. She kept saying how beautiful Shealyn was/is. And how this was what I was meant for. You would think that I asked her if Billy and I were going to have any children that will stay on the earth. But, I didn't. I couldn't speak, couldn't mutter anything beside, thank you. We parted ways and I was one my way to my car. I really needed to cry at this point.

As I approached the step to leave the porch, Lucy came out of nowhere, asking if I was getting a reading. I said no. She was like, "Wait! Can I speak with you for a minute?" I say sure. She looked a me for a few minutes....dead in my eyes..."Awkward!" She then asked me I she could give me a hug. At this point I needed it so I said should. We hugged. It was a little awkward at first. You know I don't know this lady and hear I am letting a complete stranger into my space for a hug. SO we are in this embrace that seemed like it went on forever and I slowly feel my body let go. I was in complete comfort. I felt like I have know this lady my entire like. She was so warm, so inviting. We hugged for what seemed like forever but was about maybe 5 minutes.

She then stood about a foot away from me, with her hands on my shoulders as if she were going to shake me, and  said, "You are destined for greatness. In 5 years I am going to see you and say I hugged her on a porch 5 years ago." Now I'm saying to myself, "what is the lady taking about. I come from nothing , I am going to be nothing." She went on and on about how things, circumstances, situations occur for a reason, and she truly left that she was destined to drive all the way from Mass., just to meet me. That the universe aligned for her and I to cross paths at this particular point of our lives. And that I'll see thing in time and I will be something great and I'll be helping and teaching people. She game me her card with her cell on it, and said, "if you feel like you need to call me and don't, that's the wrong thing. When you feel like you should or need to call me please do., I can help you. I am full or resources and I WILL be able to help you." You might be thinking pure bs. But let me tell you when I let that and the 15 seconds it took me to get to my car I felt.....like I finally belonged. Like I had a purpose in the shitty world.

Once I got into my car, I lit a cigarette. I began attempting to process everything that had happened. I think I was in shock. Before I know it my cigarette burning right through to the filter, I felt the heat on my finger. I threw it in the ashtray, and drove away. I drove for about 20 minutes before I realized I was a block away from the beach in Seaside. Yup...I was in shock. I finally made it home, I sure I looked as if I saw a ghost. Hubby wanted to ask me fifty billion questions. I told him I needed to process everything before I can even begin to tell him what was said. I am still processing it.

Now, here I sit....24 hours later staring at my computer screen, with a ton of questions.

But aside form all the questions, the one answer, the one thing I do know is that my little girl is brought (by I am assuming my grandfather) to me every night.