I like to consider myself normal as long as I keep my thoughts to myself and hold on to some truths revealed to me by the Lord. The world is not ready for the truth. I often wondered, if I am the only one who thinks the way I do and feel about God. There’s got to be others! Thought is an energy and to me it’s shared through the entire universe. I’ve picture in my mind the thought process bouncing from my brain into someone else and so on and so forth. From a thought to an manifestation, bringing it to life. A knowing feeling of the realization that “God is” and He’s not just some wishful thinking.

My thoughts are so deep that it becomes my reality. Like tapping into another realm when I’d conversate with the higher being of myself, my spirit. And in doing so I communicate with God. In silence you can hear a pin drop. So it is to hear the voice of God, in meditative silence. Silencing the flesh and all that is distracting and noisy is Like turning off the volume of life so you can hear God. Life is loud and very distracting.

Eight month pregnant without any understanding, there was a voice that kept on calling. It was the tragedy that really got my attention to the calling voice. The trials and tribulations that I was enduring with this pregnancy was unbelievable. It was in a fight for my life as well as the baby’s. The dream of being summoned to the beach in which seem like nothing more than to go for a swim. But it wasn’t for a swim. There was a gathering of people and there stood among them dressed in red and white my granny and she’s coming towards me with clothing in her hands and then I would awake from the dream. Again and again I continued to have the same dream. So I told my spiritual mother who explained to me my dream. She told me I was to go and be baptized to save the life of my unborn baby. To me it seemed like nonsense, God is not to be sold like insurance for life. But the dreams kept on. In my dreams I would be fed all kinds of food, that when I awake, the dream was so vivid I didn’t feel hungry at all. I was told that I was being fed spiritually and the baby I was carrying was for God’s purpose.

Always wanted to have children, I could never have seen my life without kids. I remember going to the Saint Joseph Oratory placing my belly on the tomb of brother Andre, a known miracle worker, even dead could still make miracles happen. I was praying after being told I might not be able to conceive because of retroverted or retroflexed uterus and endometriosis. Back in my day it was believed by doctors that a tilted uterus might contribute to infertility. But today experts now know that the position of the uterus doesn’t affect the ability of the sperm to reach the egg. “No kidding four pregnancies latter.” Just like they had believed once a cesarean is always going to be one, and you were only allowed three, I had four.

It’s been thirty six years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday. Just as I was born (not by choice) and not made (choosing to follow) God, so it is with my son. The decision I had to make for my child when getting baptized at eight months pregnant help me to understand I why me myself was born and not made. Never was it confirmed, but I believe my mother, “may her soul Rest In Peace” have been in the same situation as myself when she was called by God, her spiritual awakening. Just as my awakening some how touched the baby in my womb. I literally saw a light coming from up above and hit me right in the stomach at my baptism at eight months pregnant and I went into manifestation. One of the mother I had not met before told me every day of my pregnancy I must read Luke 1:46-55, and I did as I was told.

Two weeks after being baptized I dreamt I was going to have a baby boy and his name was to called David, I was to look on the fifty seven page of the Bible story book and it will confirm what he was going to be in his life. Sure enough, it was the confirmation of his name to be King David who slayed the giant Goliath. This is so truthful that God himself allowed me to tell this dream to my spiritual mother so she also can bear witness to confirm it to be truthful before my son was born. We were never told the gender of the baby, we wanted it to be a surprise, but God revealed it to us all, way before his birth.

My son was four weeks premature, we both spent two weeks in the hospital due to complications. My son and myself was to die, yes it was that bad, but if it hadn’t been for the Lord! You see, all my life I knew God in my being and had so much faith, that the doctors telling me I wasn’t going to have children and I was limited. Sorry, but I knew God way before my baptism. He was the peace that kept me going even in my trials and tribulations that’s why being told I needed to be baptized sounded foolish. My fight has always been because I knew him so well, we were in a loving relationship that the enemy didn’t like. But I kept pressing on in faith and still I haven’t told all my story, but the fight kept on ragging and I kept on believing, like Job, till God has released and blessed me and my house. Amen, and Amen!

I felt like telling this now because yesterday that same child came to me and said he’s reading his Bible and want to be able to reach and help people today through the reading of it. For this reason I want to dancing, sing, worship and give praise to God.