Teresa was a Saint. I'm no saint. I'm not even Catholic. Never been Catholic. I'm not holy. But David and I are First Born. I've tried explaining it before in other Blogs, but brought that article to this Post in a Page, but it's awful. I just can't. My explanation's still there but it's long and dry as sandpaper.
Teresa and I both engage entities. I can easily use hers though as she has her own Wikipedia page where her ecstatic engagement as published is much like mine. As far as I'm concerned this is one aspect that defines us both as Mystics.
Whereas this sculpture was designed and sculpted by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, we've named our entity for our convenience Aylward, in spite of how much entities prefer remaining nameless. I guess names create unwanted limitations in our psyches which makes engagements more difficult.
My Mysticism and conscious Visions began when I was 3. At the time, my mother and I lived with Sylvia, my half-sister and her daughter, Wendy in Dallas, Texas. We'd gone to a Mother Goose amusement park in 1955 where I saw three little girls in an Old Lady's Shoe. As I remember, there was a man and his daughter who were in the structure when I entered, but quickly left me there alone. The thing that was interesting was the wallpaper with a stairway painted on it that led to a second floor. It went from the stairway across the back wall that was close to the ceiling and emptied on the other wall to a door. Just before leaving this empty room, I heard, "Pssst Amanda!" I looked to the exit door where the stairway began and there on the wallpaper were 3 little girls dressed in play dresses, enthusiastically waving at me. Once they caught my eye, they mischievously ran up the stairs playing their game and half way up turned to me, waved, and said a second time, "Amaaaannnndddaaa!" as they got to the second floor. Once there, they ran toward the door on the opposite wall but stopped, leaned over the banister, waved a third time saying "Amaaaannnnddddaaa!" one final time before scampering out the door. My mother caught my picture as I left startled, wanting to connect with her. Later when my husband, David and I began channeling, we were told the girls were said to be, Ki, Nammu and Ninlil, which inspired us to go to the Oriental Institute here in Chicago and buy books about Sumerian history.
Typically, visions were not dreams, but something real that stayed long enough in my awake experience to affect the rest of my life. This incident was the first time I remember seeing a concrete vision, but apparently it wasn't the first. My mother told me that when I was little she'd put me in a baby seat on the kitchen table. I was giggling as we played a game with my toes when my gaze left her and wandered to the blank wall next to us and my giggle turned to laughter. She had no idea what I was laughing at, but she re-positioned my head so I was looking at her to resume our play. Returning my focus on her I was giggling again, but then my focus returned to the wall and laughed again. I talk elsewhere about David and my communications with Aylward, but he told us this exchange was with him. I don't remember this, but my mother did.
The last story to tell here is an incident when I was 18. In 1971, I'd begun my first sexual relationship with Bill, a young man who lived across the street. I lived alone with my mother in a small house, close to Sylvia who had married an advertising executive years before and moved to Glen Ellyn, a suburb 20 miles from the Chicago. This was a very small house with 5 rooms, 2 being my mother and my bedrooms. My room looked out to the small front yard and shared a wall with the porch. The house was probably built around The Great Depression in the 1920s with few renovations, but we were comfortable there. I was always nervous in that house and found it difficult to fall asleep especially when mom went to bed before me. Mine was a very small room, probably the size of a large walk-in closet where I slept on an old couch whose bolster pillows had been lost a few years before. The couch was lumpy from years of use, but was wide enough for me as I was 5'2" weighing under 100 lbs. I'd often asked Bill to come sit with me at the edge of my bed while I was falling asleep before he'd slip out the front door to go home.
One night he'd left as I was drifting off when I felt the place Bill had been dip as if he had come back and sat back down. I looked up, and there was Bill's shadow positioned exactly as he had been minutes before. I thought I must be dreaming so I closed my eyes and looked up but there he was still sitting there. Frightened, I wished him away, and as if to comply, he stood up, extended his arms out from his sides, and walked backwards disappearing into the wall. I jumped up and crawled into bed with my mother whose bedroom was just on the other side of the house, past the living room that separated us.
Aylward said that was him, again. Apparently, after my first sexual encounter months before I'd stored enough energy to manifest him. As before, he'd taken the form familiar to me. This time, instead of playful little girls, he came as a first lover; as well as the father of children I conceived. ANCESTORS: Sychronicities between Amanda and David's families
THE MYTH:
NOTES:
https://www.worldhistory.org/Inanna/
https://thebiblenet.blogspot.com/2016/10/tammuz.html
SEE:
SCHOLEM G.: On the Kabbalah and its Symbolism: 1. Religious Authority and Mysticism
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