My Journals….and their vital importance
Because there are no photos illustrating the storyboard of my unfolding, no records of my birth, an entirely empty baby book, and no one to give answer to my many questions, I am left to find my way through this mystery as best I can. In my adoptive family of six children I stand alone as the only one without any information from my childhood prior to Grade One, and then the documentation is limited to a single annual school photo and report card. These were kept beyond my reach in a special drawer in my adoptive parents room.
There are conflicting stories as to how I received the scar on my cheek, as well as conflicting stories about my name which had no legal status, and no birth certificate. Collectively these make up the constraining fence of my early life, and block my present day view. Writing Finding Home is the crucial process helping to reveal how I pieced together the truth of my life.
Having journal access in recalling key events has been absolutely vital while writing this story. Trying to unravel the many (fictional) experiences relayed to me as a child and throughout my adult years is a bit difficult, because there is no way for me to verify them. When lies are woven into someone else’s story those responsible must be careful that one day the lies do not catch up to them, destroying the web of secrecy and deceit.
This is what the dreams and visions did for me, initiating the destruction of the dark tangled web holding the lies in place. I determined I must trust the stories coming to me from the spirit world, for there would be no purpose in bringing them to me had they not held significance or carried the truth.
Because so many dreams and visions occurred during a rather short period of time it was difficult to remember them all and keep track of the many twisting threads unfolding this new version of my life. For this reason I am eternally grateful for the presence of these journals to begin weaving this beautiful tapestry.
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