In a few minutes…{pause}… Now, as I count backward from 3 to 1 you will wake up 3.-happy, 2- Refreshed, and 1- joyful! NOW OPEN YOUR EYES!
I did not wake up Joyful!!! OH MY GOD! I prayed again and asked if this was true? I prayed and asked my Angels, My Guides, I asked my trusted Pendulum, I muscled tested my question and they all answered “YES”.
I felt like Crying…I felt very very grateful to my brain, my body, for protecting me from remembering this horrific experience. All these years and my body and my mind did not feel I was ready for this information until now.
My Protectors, Spirit knew I was going to experience more horrific experiences and needed me stronger emotionally and mentally because thru me I had three more spirits/souls to bring through. I also had some lives to save.
THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
Now, I ask, “Why?” Why even bother to give me this information? Did I really needed to know, and why? How is this information going to assist me? Only Source and my spirit guides and my Angels know. I pray that someday that too will be reviled to me.
I find this as a message from my higher self, who is constantly taking care of me. Even today, many years later, very grateful how my brain and my body covered up this part of my young unexplainable event of me to later be revealed.
Right after my revealing experience, I asked one of my brothers if they remembered my “Tio Lucio” my brother stated he was not our real Tio/uncle. He was just one of our uncle’s friends and because he was with one of the uncles we all called him uncle.
He disappeared and never came around again. I also talked to some of my older sisters and they remember him too, sort of, but never liked him. I would like to talk to one of my oldest sisters to check with her about stuff like this and see if she remembers me been gone for a long time. This information was revealed to me just some months before now. I am still investigating.
This could be one of the reasons why mom treated me differently from the other girls. My dear mom did not teach me to cook like she did my sisters. They had to learn how to cook, clean the whole house, learn to wash clothes, make tortillas, I did help make tortillas, get up at 4:30 in the morning to make them, and place them in a turkey pan. A very LARGE turkey pan.
My mother never insisted I learn any of the things she would teach my sisters. She would say that I would “probably will never marry.” She probably thought I’d never been able to have sex. I don’t know.
I am not sure of what she thought, because she never talked to me about what happened. No one ever talked to me about that incident that happened to me. Just Dona Vita asked me if I remembered why I was in the hospital and what happened to me.
I could not remember.