The Parting of the Veils

Now I know previously Momma has brought up her Father-God-Rest-His-Soul. It is high time to explore her Mother-God-Rest-Her-Soul’s influence and driving force in her life, even to this very day.

It goes without saying, that parents ‘In the day’, could do no wrong, like Saints, they were, says Momma. The tactics used to turn children in to law-abiding citizens was totally circa the 1950’s.  That meant Grandmama made the decisions about the children’s lives, and just punishments, while Grandpapa pursued his job, his passion for the Masons or any other esoteric or earthly interests that may bleed into this life or the next.

Momma had a dilemma for which she thought needed guidance from above, so she prayed to God for an answer.

Apparently God had mud slide victims in South America to worry about, or an earthquake in Nepal to attend to, so He assigned the responsibility to his good servant, Grandmama.  Now, Momma would have liked her mother to sit on the edge of her bed, take her by the hand, discuss the pro’s and cons of the situation, tell her what to do. Not Her-Mother-God-Rest-Her-Soul.  She delivered a Tsunami, with circular motion sickness that left Momma unable to hold up her head or even move a finger without a corresponding needle darting to my brain, rendering her flat on her back. Not so cool, Grandmama.

At this point Momma would have taken any cure from the pain, even if it left her with six blind eyes, tumor growths or a list of symptoms too numerous to include.  (NOTE: Warnings you hear from television advertisements selling FDA approved prescriptions).  Momma had reached a level of acceptance. She knew the lay of the land.  If you go to a doctor, after you have had a severe disease attack your body and report a new symptom, e.g. like you are growing a second head, the doctor will look at you, with a straight face and say solemnly, ‘With what you have been through, that is to be expected’.

Okay, okay, message delivered.  She understood.  Momma never told me what the dilemma was that she needed help with.  She can be funny that and many  ways… (LOL). Still, Momma was on it. She would accept and follow the advice.

However Grandmama was not finished with Momma yet. The veils that a living person can not normally penetrate, had been removed and Momma says (hey, I was not there) she was given the pleasure of seeing the wide expanse of heaven, with a particular stone wall, made of small rocks and semi precious gems of glittering shades of pink quartz and grey granite.

For the first time since Grandmama’s death nineteen years ago, there she was, dressed in a brillant red dress, trimmed in gold, (befitting a true Leo), with  a plethora of bright colors in the background.  Grandmama was suspended from the ceiling, in the left hand corner of the bedroom, talking in a concentrated, guttural voice, telling Momma she was to write about ‘The Mystery of the Reality’.  She indicated Wonder Boy would somehow explore it further, have a better way to express what the world should, must know.  But hey, ……I’m just the messenger, don’t blame me, I can only report Momma’s  vision and lay out the game plan,as it was told to me.

Momma did tell me her doctor said she must have been experiencing delusions or delirium caused by any number of nefarious conditions. But, get a grip. What does a doctor, who never even met Grandmama, know? Exactly!

Therefore the journey is underway, exploring the past to take us to our future. Hope it is what you meant, Grandmama. Over and Out.

Till we meet (one day).

Jakita