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I have read all your messages to the Katrina survivors. Your concern is greatly appreciated. I honestly don't know how I found your site on Tribe, but there was an instant spark, a resonance that led me to read all that you had written and write to you. I have had experiences where I was guided by some unknown force that I refer to as my guides, I feel that now. And I've learned from experience that it is important for me to follow them.
I've been ill a great portion of my life suffering from an immune disorder called Sjogren's Syndrome, rheumatoid arthritis and a really bad back since I was 16. In other words, I've been in pain my entire life. That's where the depression stemmed from; being unable to physically do what I love and not being able to participate with my family in activities. I've come to accept that I will never be pain free and have learned to live with it. Sometimes, when family gives me a hard time, I withdraw into myself and become angry. Those are bad times but I'm learning with the help of an Australian author named Sandy MacGregor how to diffuse that anger with love. My first marriage which only lasted the longest five years of my life was a horror story. My ex husband was a wife beater. I was only 16 when I married him and honestly believed that I could change him. After being beaten nearly to death and meeting my present husband, I finally found the courage to leave my first husband.
I had two children, a boy from my current marriage, which has lasted 35 years and a daughter from my first marriage. My son makes me proud to this day. He's a responsible, upright guy. My daughter, caught up in the wrong crowd, became a drug addict at age 13. She blessed me with my granddaughter that I have raised since she was 4 days old. My daughter could never be a mother to her. She was in and out of prison and finally took her life on 9/11/99 when she was only 31.
Since Katrina, everything has changed, not all for the worse. After going through the initial post traumatic shock disorder, (that's getting better as time wears on) I find that I'm a lot more optimistic about our future. My granddaughter is now 13 and has gone to live with my son so that she can go to the school she prefers. I home schooled her for four years and the isolation was getting to her. So now, my husband and I are finally empty nesters and are rediscovering each other. We have our difficulties like everyone does, but we're finally getting on the same page about spiritual matters. He came up in a strong Christian environment, but is fully accepting of my view of matters on ascension and spirituality. He had a near death experience in 1993 during a heart bypass surgery. Now most people who go through that come out of it changed people, but his change at that time was not for the better. Total personality change and I jokingly tell people that he is someone else in my husband's body. Sometimes, I think I'm hitting the nail right on the head, too. Truth in jest, if you get my drift.
Okay, one more thing and then I'm going to quit rattling. This is part of a letter I wrote to Sandy MacGregor that I thought would interest you. When I read about your domed city it was a total "light bulb" moment.
Thank you so much for answering my note, Sandy. Crying as I write this. I have wanted to do a "blog" about what myself and others are going through, having to see the devastation day after day. It is so very difficult to not dwell on what has happened to us and try to continue on with our lives. And I absolutely have to write about this. When the winds of Katrina began to blow and whip the trees around, we were all out on the porch to witness Mother Nature's fury. It was still safe to be outdoors, then. I told my husband and the children to visualize a huge clear bubble of protection over our house and our vehicles to keep them and us safe. Everyone did as I asked and we thought no more about it. Well, our vehicles were out in the open field where we have our garden and none were damaged, though huge trees landed near them. None were even scratched. And the house is exactly as it was before the storm. My greenhouse was untouched and I didn't lose a single one of my animals, and I have many. I firmly believe that our visualization and faith in it is what saved what we asked to be protected. Even the trees that were inside of the bubble were not touched, though all the rest were ripped up by their roots.
Astonishing, yes?
Oh, and the refugees who are in the shelters to this day are being treated more like cattle than human beings. FEMA has said that they must be out of the hotel rooms and shelters by Dec.3rd. Most have no income, no belongings and no home to go back to. And all the money that FEMA handed out? We took in 9 people for the storm, and because we did not leave our home, we have not received any help from FEMA. It took our entire paycheck for September to keep gasoline in the generator as we were without electricity for 21 days. But we managed.
Oh gosh! This has turned into a tome. I hope we can further discuss the fruition of the domed city. My son's father-in-law has shown past interest in founding a spiritual community before Katrina and I am hoping that his interest will soon return.
Love and Blessings,
GypsyWitch
I've been ill a great portion of my life suffering from an immune disorder called Sjogren's Syndrome, rheumatoid arthritis and a really bad back since I was 16. In other words, I've been in pain my entire life. That's where the depression stemmed from; being unable to physically do what I love and not being able to participate with my family in activities. I've come to accept that I will never be pain free and have learned to live with it. Sometimes, when family gives me a hard time, I withdraw into myself and become angry. Those are bad times but I'm learning with the help of an Australian author named Sandy MacGregor how to diffuse that anger with love. My first marriage which only lasted the longest five years of my life was a horror story. My ex husband was a wife beater. I was only 16 when I married him and honestly believed that I could change him. After being beaten nearly to death and meeting my present husband, I finally found the courage to leave my first husband.
I had two children, a boy from my current marriage, which has lasted 35 years and a daughter from my first marriage. My son makes me proud to this day. He's a responsible, upright guy. My daughter, caught up in the wrong crowd, became a drug addict at age 13. She blessed me with my granddaughter that I have raised since she was 4 days old. My daughter could never be a mother to her. She was in and out of prison and finally took her life on 9/11/99 when she was only 31.
Since Katrina, everything has changed, not all for the worse. After going through the initial post traumatic shock disorder, (that's getting better as time wears on) I find that I'm a lot more optimistic about our future. My granddaughter is now 13 and has gone to live with my son so that she can go to the school she prefers. I home schooled her for four years and the isolation was getting to her. So now, my husband and I are finally empty nesters and are rediscovering each other. We have our difficulties like everyone does, but we're finally getting on the same page about spiritual matters. He came up in a strong Christian environment, but is fully accepting of my view of matters on ascension and spirituality. He had a near death experience in 1993 during a heart bypass surgery. Now most people who go through that come out of it changed people, but his change at that time was not for the better. Total personality change and I jokingly tell people that he is someone else in my husband's body. Sometimes, I think I'm hitting the nail right on the head, too. Truth in jest, if you get my drift.
Okay, one more thing and then I'm going to quit rattling. This is part of a letter I wrote to Sandy MacGregor that I thought would interest you. When I read about your domed city it was a total "light bulb" moment.
Thank you so much for answering my note, Sandy. Crying as I write this. I have wanted to do a "blog" about what myself and others are going through, having to see the devastation day after day. It is so very difficult to not dwell on what has happened to us and try to continue on with our lives. And I absolutely have to write about this. When the winds of Katrina began to blow and whip the trees around, we were all out on the porch to witness Mother Nature's fury. It was still safe to be outdoors, then. I told my husband and the children to visualize a huge clear bubble of protection over our house and our vehicles to keep them and us safe. Everyone did as I asked and we thought no more about it. Well, our vehicles were out in the open field where we have our garden and none were damaged, though huge trees landed near them. None were even scratched. And the house is exactly as it was before the storm. My greenhouse was untouched and I didn't lose a single one of my animals, and I have many. I firmly believe that our visualization and faith in it is what saved what we asked to be protected. Even the trees that were inside of the bubble were not touched, though all the rest were ripped up by their roots.
Astonishing, yes?
Oh, and the refugees who are in the shelters to this day are being treated more like cattle than human beings. FEMA has said that they must be out of the hotel rooms and shelters by Dec.3rd. Most have no income, no belongings and no home to go back to. And all the money that FEMA handed out? We took in 9 people for the storm, and because we did not leave our home, we have not received any help from FEMA. It took our entire paycheck for September to keep gasoline in the generator as we were without electricity for 21 days. But we managed.
Oh gosh! This has turned into a tome. I hope we can further discuss the fruition of the domed city. My son's father-in-law has shown past interest in founding a spiritual community before Katrina and I am hoping that his interest will soon return.
Love and Blessings,
GypsyWitch
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