Interactions with my Father’s Family and Past Lives

At the time I was born; there were many instances of my past life with my husband. We are incarnated in Atlantis as lovers and my son was a Wise One. Then we appeared in China as he was a mountain rebel and I a Shamanic healer and our daughter then was our daughter this lifetime. She was also another lifetime with me as royalty in Egypt and I was the Seer for Pharaoh.  Then in Japan he was a samurai and I was his young wife. Our life theme as a couple was communication. Everyone has a life theme for self and mine is Truth and then as a couple or relationship there is a theme. The most difficult ones are when you are lovers and deeply involved in another lifetime and you come back to say hello and work on self love and independence and other issues unresolved in that lifetime. This is the most difficult and they may call it “Twin Flame” work. I went through this and my husband was someone I came to know but I was refusing for 5 years to meet him. It was an explosive energy of familiarity. It ended up that he had the same amount and gender of kids and the same wife after I died in the lifetime as a caravan Jewish wife in this lifetime. My husband traveled long distances for work with his hands in the dirt and I would be studying herbalism from time to time with the disapproval of the elderly Jewish women as I had to leave the kids with them to study. It was then my untimely death without saying goodbye happened as I was found and the Council voted I committed crimes and stoned to death and my husband was always worried looking out with sorrowful eyes where I was and then when he found me…I had already passed so we had some closure to do and it is difficult work but it is necessary to understand that we are meant to improve, reach closures as I always wanted him to approve and appreciate my healing work which he does now, to comfort him with my abilities and have telepathic communications as I work with him on that level that is not intrusive in his life when I and he are available and my life theme is truth as well with him. His issues are truth and taking action by his own accord and owning up to it and communication as well as a couple themes too. I try to remain neutral and compassionate as at time early on I could hear him request me to come visit telepathically but I would say I am not in the neighborhood today and I have my life to do or advise him to improve his relationships to self, his wife and family and what a blessing to have that ability and always unconditional love on his progress…but yet again…his path is his choice as well as mine is my choice to evolve, heal and be at resolved peace.

After some trauma as a young teen or shall I say when I was born that I had shown some gifts my parents feared. When I saw white orbs and didn’t know what to make of them. I was a baby unable to speak and my parents had my Dad’s Mom babysit me. I was crying when I saw my Grandma; I was not liking her energy. I didn’t know why but later in life I knew why. She didn’t harm me or anything but it was the energy that embodied her. I would find out later why

She was very headstrong and was a beautiful young woman. She was against the marriage of my parents as they were in love. They didn’t know any better. They just wanted to get married and told my Grandparents (my Dad’s parents). She was ignorant about what Filipinos were. They were Asian and she didn’t travel much being from the South and thought my mother was from Africa. My Dad tried to explain but she would not hear of this. My Grandpa didn’t say much but wasn’t going against her wishes. So they eloped and got married.

It was not an easy life for my Mother who was frowned upon because she was in an orphanage and didn’t know certain things about domestic duties in a home as my Dad taught her. She would pop over or make comments that the food my mother fed us wasn’t good enough. In other words; my Mom wasn’t good enough for my Dad and anything she did was wrong. My Mother tolerated this and in time my Grandpa grew fond of my Mother but she wasn’t having any of it. My Mom took her little man away from her. 

Over time; she imposed on their marriage and our lives and made it plain that women were to clean and cater to their husband’s and that I should do it at 8 years old. She shamed me because I didn’t know how to cook. I checked out library books about cooking and started making Sunday Breakfasts. We listened only to country music but had records of Chubby Checker and Elvis, etc. We had the 45’s and the LPs as they call it or albums.

Sundays were finally a day Grandma made dinner for us. We would go to church and in the evening go to her house to watch “The Lawrence Welk Show” and “The Carol Burnett Show” with her but helped her prepare some food as she made baked chicken, potatoes, salad and then she always made a fruit cobbler with ice cream. She was diabetic but she loved her sugar. She was always eating grapefruit and ‘Grapenuts’ cereal and skim milk. She watched her diet but when I cleaned her kitchen I would find milk duds or malt balls. She said she was keeping them when company came over.

When my parents fought; she would come and pick him up to stay with her. I found it odd that she would do that. When she came over; she would say to my Dad: :”You need to divorce her.” She would tell my Dad she could stay as long as he wanted and she bought him his toiletries and fed him. I would be picked up by my Grandma to clean her house and he was there. He would fuss over how she doted on him. He would relent embarrassed in front of me and then tell her to take him home to my Mom. These were difficult times; he didn't have a job and opened a cabinet shop to build furniture and cabinets for the rich in the Foothills of Arizona. He would not price properly and under sell himself. At times; my Mother used to complain after I married about this.

My Mother was my mother in 16th Century Ireland. She was a slim redhead and I was a redhead. My Father was a farmer and wore a pilgrim type hat. I would wander the farm and to a neighboring elderly woman who was an herbalist. She would tell stories of dragons, elves, fairies, etc and make cookies for children. She was harmless but she taught me about the healing herbal salves and healing. My Mother wouldn’t like me visiting her much as she was a devout Catholic like in this lifetime. The older woman died and left me her home and I continued but the Church had inquisition and then took me away and I was hard to have bad witnesses locally so they threatened outsiders to proclaim I was a witch and burned at the stake. My Mother was sent a bill for the wood and fuel to burn me. So this lifetime I guess she wanted a do over to appreciate my healing abilities and accept them later in life.

Back to my Dad unable to contribute financially…My husband then felt sorry and had him come over to remodel some of the rental houses and our home when we moved in. It was not easy as he was a chainsmoker and didn’t use an ashtray. I would find one and give him it and ask him to smoke elsewhere as my son was very young. We would then buy an air mover to circulate the air. He could design things and create resolve in building things. He was a CB he said and CB can do anything.

I learned he was in Costa Rica at some point and built the old bridges standing still with his crew. He said he would never want to visit Costa Rica as it was too hot. He would create a way of making things work like the television show called “McGyver.” 

As time went on; my Dad’s depression got worse. I discovered that my Grandma had a stroke and I was to call her once a week to check on her. She didn’t answer me for 3 days. I kept telling my Mother that something was wrong and then on the 3rd day I finally told my Dad. He went there to find her still alive and laying on the floor and she was admitted to the hospital and then came back. She had speech therapy and she would say the opposite of what she meant and the doctor told my Dad that she was lucky to be alive and that he found her in time as one more day she would’ve died. She was unable to move in our house and get her to therapy so he asked his siblings that lived in Washington if they could arrange something. As she boarded the airplane and we said our farewells…Grandma apologized to my Mother for being so difficult with her. My Mother easily forgave.

 Dad was left in clearing her house out and lots of things trashed. I told him that maybe the Tucson historical society would want the photos, etc. So he gave them to my Mom to handle. He didn’t want any help but yet was overwhelmed. Then the house was put up for sale and proceeds were taken by his brother. I didn’t hear anything about sharing the proceeds. I didn’t know about these things. His older brother was a cold man and he seemed to tolerate us but he took her in as he was an engineer to help develop the telescope in Tucson, the Seattle Space Needle, etc. He was married but had no children and 2 huskies. The wife spoiled the huskies. She was distant and quiet when we met her one time and showed us pictures of her huskies as she was barren and they were her children.

They found over time; as usual Grandma was impossible to deal with. No woman could replace her and she became irate and rude to his wife. She then was moved to a nursing facility. I would then write letters knowing a family member or staff would read to know the family good times we had together and what we were doing and what grade we were in and sports my brothers and awards, etc. My Aunt Elaine was her daughter and enjoyed reading my letters I sent frequently to Grandma. Over time; she passed. 

The day she passed; I was at High School choir practice for regional competitions. Her spirit came to me while on break and she said, “I died today but it’s okay.” I then went home and then my Dad was silent and sad…it was a different sadness. I felt it. My Dad told my Mom to tell me the news they got from a phone call. My Mom said, “Your Grandma…passed.” I said, “I know and she told me.” I then ran to my room. I was happy she passed because life was hard for her and she made it hard for her to get along with others and hoped she was at peace. I couldn’t show I was happy she passed as she didn’t ever recuperate from the stroke. At one point, my Dad went to see her and she didn’t know who he was and that affected him. He left and than prompted my Mom to move there and we took care of her but my Mother didn’t want to leave. She was working a steady job and didn’t want to risk any more. They had an unhealthy bond my Dad and his mother. But he was the one to protect her when he grew up from his father’s violence and when he was frustrated with emphysema and other afflictions with oxygen tanks delivered to his home; he wanted to pass. He would threaten my Grandma and want to overdose. She would hide the medications and call my Dad. He was the one to protect her and tell his Dad off and say he better calm down or he would take him down and not touch his Mother.

There were times; he wrote lots of journaling to cope with his in and out hospital stays. He had multicolored pens and wrote with these at his desk. He didn’t usually sit at his desk anymore by the time we moved to Tucson. I did like to draw and asked him if I could have a piece of paper to draw and use his pens to my Grandmother…she always refused and when he overheard her; he would say let Donna draw and she reluctantly let me use the pens saying not to make a mess and put the pens back when done. He kept a genealogy book as he was too sick to be an accountant and had my Grandmother drive him to where the vital records were kept and typed these by hand on sheer paper with carbon paper as copies for his kids. He passed one day as he wore a pacemaker at Tucson Medical Center. My Dad just uprooted us to be there for him and he died less than a year later. I think my Dad has a hard time with death and he gets too out of hand and emotional and violent so that may be the reason his family doesn’t want him at funerals.

My Grandma made homemade candy. She made divinity fudge and caramels for Xmas gifts she sent out to her other grandchildren, nieces and nephews and crocheted afghan blankets to send off. We saw that she also did stitchery on pillow cases and made doilies which are little cloth like covers on tables. She had a quilt too. These were all made by hand long ago. We never saw anyone come to visit her. She never visited them…even her siblings.

There were times Aunt Elaine, his sister and I would write later and the siblings would send IT calculators for Xmas as my Brother was great at math and it was high school and they needed these. I then used it later. I didn’t know later in life I would be penpals with Aunt Elaine , my Grandma’s daughter. We were alike in so many ways and we loved theme parties, the food and decorations just like we did at home. She was fond of dancing and so was I and we both loved to cook. Holidays were fun as she used blow up lawn decorations and she would share pictures of her travels with her 2nd husband. She was a ceramic maker and accountant. She was proud to put herself through accountant school and did taxes for folks.

My father’s brother or Uncle John the engineer never wanted to make contact with anyone. He kept to himself and his doting wife. I think I tried to write thank you to him but they both would not reply to the letters. Later in life; I tried to give him something of goodwill and he told me never to call him again and didn’t want anything to do with me. He said that I was trying to get his money…maybe it was dementia. I told my Aunt Elaine that that was not true. By this time; my husband and I had rental properties and finances that set us up with no worries. My Aunt Elaine tried to explain that to him and he refused to believe that. So I said, good riddance.

I communicated with Aunt Elaine even until the week she died. I knew things about her and she about me. Her daughter, Dianna soon found out and got access to emails. I confirmed that information we shared and then she was convinced that all we had was a good relationship and we supported each other even though we never got to see each other. Aunt Elaine died soon after her husband passed. I then found out but the family always sends my Dad funeral invitations after it occurs. They did it when his mother died as well. That hurt my Dad and he wrote them off. Months later after Aunt Elaine’s death; her daughter said she was an avid antique doll collector and refurbished them and wanted to know if I wanted any dolls. I didn’t need any dolls. My daughter was gay and didn’t even like Barbies. I said, “Oh no, I have no space.” Then later to my surprise she asked me my mailing address. I didn’t know her that well and gave her my P O Box. I went weekly to pick up the mail for our real estate business and there was a box. I signed for it. I got in the car and I saw the handwriting and where it was from Washington. I opened it; there was a rare ruby ring in a box with a note from my Grandpa to my Grandma that said “I hope you like this.” Love John. My hands were shaking. No one had ever given me anything from my Dad’s side of the family so personal. I put it on and cried and then called Dianna who was my cousin and in the midst of clearing out the house and other items of Aunt Elaine. I emotionally thanked her but left a voicemail message and said it meant alot to me. I wear it to be reminded that I am not forgotten and loved on special occasions because of our similarities to my Aunt Elaine.

She was instrumental in letting me get to know my cousins in SC. They were both Reverends and Reiki healers and Shawn, my cousin, was one to do genealogy. He contacted my Aunt Elaine and she gave him my email. I thought it was suspicious and asked to make sure she referred him to me. She filled him in on our family tree and made cd copies for all of us as I supplied more current information to my cousin via email. My Brother Dave was fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan and my other brother wasn’t much for talking and stationed with his company in the same place but Uncle John never was interested in making contact. During my brother Dave’s missions I would psychically know when he was on one and send pure light protection entities. I didn’t pry or peek into what he was doing but one time a Iraqi man was assaulting him and his head wrapped; I defended him by asking AA Michael to protect him and he was a tormented spirit. I learned through Shamanism that my younger brother was my best friend in life in Medieval times and my Dad was a Merlin type of the healing arts. He was advanced and feared when the Church did inquisitions that I would be harmed so he encouraged me to be a knight in training. The motto: “Pure of heart.” My friend was saying that I was practicing the healing arts against God and as I walked home from training; cut off my head feeling justified then horrified then filled with regret. He wanted to be a knight so that is why he is a soldier now. Also that is why whenever I showed my gifts at a young age; my Dad would have fear in his eyes of losing me from that lifetime. To emphasize the journey he would have to learn to overcome that past life fear but he didn’t because the lesson was emphasized by my younger sister dying and being the only girl in the family. He soon learned after many years that I am capable.

At times; my Aunt would reach out to my Dad and he refused to stay long on the phone or answer letters. Once she made an album when he was a little baby and younger. My cousin found slides much later that she converted to pictures. He never would acknowledge my Aunt Elaine because of not seeing or being there for his Mom’s funeral. He used to say to us: “Rich people have no heart. When you don’t have money; you have heart.” I beg to differ because I know for sure that is not true 100% of the time. He was just holding a grudge.

Washington is the same state where my sister is buried. Her name was Angela Caroline Short. She died in Bermuda of lung complications on transit from the plane. I don’t have much to remember but my Brother Dave inherited her baby shoes and crucifix from burial. She was the youngest and negligence of the doctor and nurse on duty having an affair caused the issue and the later my Dad had to get a senator involved to take his baby home to the USA for burial. The doctor’s license was taken away after many investigations of other incidents covered up and the hospital closed down. Still that did not erase the shock and loss of my parents as the stewardesses were not trained in CPR. So she died in my mother’s lap and my mother hung her head and cried. I was 3 years old and watched all of this as my Dad ran frantically up and down the aisles asking for a doctor or nurse or help. The stewardesses eyes were tearfilled and helpless.  I carried the blame up until I learned Shamanism. They circled the plane and landed back in Bermuda for investigations. My Dad lost it and went to kill the doctor when he called and said, “My baby died.” The doctor said, “It’s one of those things.” and laughed. His laugh angered my Dad as he raced to the hospital to take him out and 4 to 5 Military Police held him down. He was allowed to travel with the baby as my Mom and brothers went ahead and supervised by another military officer so he wouldn’t lose it. He then had to travel by train as we left and that time period; I cannot remember what happened with my Mother and us afterwards. It is a complete blank.

Couple years ago in March near my Grandma’s birthday; she used to visit me at psychic readings saying I should stop my work to the readers calling it satanic work. I would ignore her as they advised the same. Years later, she came to me in chains as I woke to feel a presence and it was Archangel Michael watching and protecting me. She was gray and black and white. I knew not to move or touch or approach her. She was in purgatory for sinning against my Dad. She explained that she was sorry for the abuse and she should’ve left her husband and not stay and take it out on my Dad. I asked Spirit where she was kept and it was a huge cell. I asked why? Then she would be vile and filled with anger and fill the whole cell as a beast when enraged. She was in the dark and she had to let the darkness leave. She too was abused by a male relative as well and continued this terrible cycle. I was grateful that myself and my siblings stopped it. I then saw her try to turn into a beast and Archangel Michael said, “We talked about this and now it is time to go.” He took her away and then I told my husband about it. I went to get my Dad a birthday card as his birthday is in March and sent some cash telling him that she visited with AA Michael and apologized for the abuse towards you. I wished him alot of happiness and joy on his birthday. To clean himself up and his home and just be happy. It was a hard thing for me to do but it was time he received the message whether he would accept it or not or keep a grudge was his decision.

Life does have its challenges and celebrations. It’s a journey where you have to face the issues and situations as if they will end and it is never permanent.