Part II: fight, revelation

Part II:

Recap: 8 December was a day of two good works, Mirian Sign, call to make Rosary. 9 December was the day that I decided to do it, and it was too late (for at least a few weeks)

10 December:
I woke up that day to a very Heavenly dream. It's hard to describe this, except that I had various dreams for days of religious themes. My 10 December started with a BEAUTIFUL piano piece playing in my dream. It was so beautiful. Since I have no auditory memory, can't play any musical instrument, and certainly never heard that piece, what else was it but from God?

Husband and I go to the grocery store. I must admit that I was a total bitch that morning. Just drinking a pot of coffee, having Medieval rage and condescension at my husband, and on 9 December, I set up a portrait of Mary on my phone that I see every minute that is a mirror into my own soul. I knew I was being spiteful. It was hard to know why. 

At the store, he got really upset at me, taking a break, and I calmed down since I knew he was hurt. A few minutes later, I checked on him. We left 20 minutes later. It didn't help that I've been working non-stop for days and eating very little, so the last thing on my mind was domestic work...

On the drive back, I kept talking about the Marian Sign. He brought up that that reminds him of what his mother would say, that she had a sign from God to buy this property. I was upset... Why? Because she's a vulgar Mammon-worshipper and her husband has destroyed Catholic icons. I would love to behead him - only if I knew it to please God, of course. 

We pulled into the driveway. He can tell that I'm despondent. I go to my room, put on the heater, and get under the blanket. He stays in the car... Bad sign... This is going to get tense. I'm thinking "I can't be around him any longer. I'll sell my assets, move to a one bedroom in a small town powered by candles, and never talk to anyone again. Let's pray I don't get raped as I hitchhike there because I have taken a chastity vow two months ago."

He comes in my room and asks to talk. I don't know if he saw or noticed since my head had been buried in the mattress. I always felt that Saint Francis of Assisi put us together. I'm weeping. My 2nd cat, whom Saint Francis also gave me is kneading me, and he can tell I'm upset. I kick him off. I'm that upset. He's begging to talk. I don't say a word except that I want to leave him, he's going to have to learn to take care of the cats, and that I'm not going to let his money control me. 

It's about 30 minutes later. He's texting me. I finally get an idea since he knows of the Miracle of Saint Vincent Ferrer from his fix of our bath tub. "He has to believe that! There's no way he's pacifying me! There's no way anything natural explains that fix." And then something dawned on me...

My relic... I knew that I got that in May...

I go through my Etsy for the receipt. Purchased on 9 May. Bath tub is fixed on 11 May (possibly the 10th). And my life has changed in weird ways since I got this miraculous relic... That was it. I took the screen shots. Sent. "Now do you believe me?" He responds. I got in his room, hiding my weeping state from earlier. 

I told him about the Mirian Sign on the morning of 9 December. It felt like he was rolling his eyes at me. Then on 10 December. I could sense this contempt. Or not.

He insisted that he's not rolling his eyes at me, that his life and health have markedly improved ever since, and that his phobia comes from how his mother acts and treated him, and that what he's seeing in me has not only challenged him, but also made him tap into his own forces. That's a plus. 

I guess we reconciled. I had 3 beers after that to sooth off my depression.

And there have been Heavenly dreams for another few days for me. 

So I didn't leave and won't leave. It has been a difficult adjustment for all of us because, though the development wasn't radical for me, the implication was so; I did take it in strides. I don't think he was expecting any of this, so he's saying that he's now having to balance out my world of cold reasoning and the paranormal, with both totally working together in tandem. I guess that can be a bit difficult for anyone 

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