COTTON FIELDS, SUN SPOTS, FULL MOONS, SCIENCE. SUN STROKES, MARTIAL ARTS, MYSTICISM, YOGA AND ME. PART THREE
THREE
Just three weeks after my brother Ed was home from hospital, a beautiful Sunday afternoon as all the family was harmoniously together; my father who was forty five years old, our mother was just forty-four years old. This person nineteen, brother Frank sixteen, brother Ed nine , sister Silvia five and sister Leticia just two years old. We were a normal nice seven member family trying to survive in another city. We had never seen neither of our parents sick. Suddenly my mother stared spitting coagulated blood, like raw pieces of liver. Nobody knew what to so!.We all panicked. Her spitting lasted an hour. My memory refuses to be clearer. I really don’t know who saw my mother as a doctor, what I know is that the next morning my mother’s left leg, specifically her left foot was with no sensation and shaking. Everybody was positive wrongly y thinking that it was just a temporal illness. Here I wish to state that these apparently all negative experiences were another cosmic training for me about the other obstacles we as a family had to face. Three days later this lack of feeling and trembling in my mother stared ascending, now it was her knee. At this time my father made up his mind and decided to return to our hometown, but only with my youngest brother and two sisters not with Frank and I. Our fare well on the bus station was so painful. I knew it was the last time my brother and I would see our mother alive. The way my mothers stare and mine made a spiritual connection was so sweet and so intense that I feel a soul communication similar with the ones I have experienced with some of you. The bus was due to depart in an hour, so my mother asked me to talk to her privately. My father approved, so we talked, well she made me promise her that my two sisters would never be separated. I agreed on this sacred promise.
My brother and I had gotten a job as salespeople at a curious shop in downtown Monterrey. Frank had the morning shift, I the afternoon shift. My shift stared at two thirty PM, so at noon I was at an American Library three blocks from work. It was just one o'clock when my brother arrives and told me that we were needed in our hometown because my mother was very sick felt something in my heart as I stopped reading THE RIVER OF LIFE by Isaac Asimov. We didn't go home we both went to the bus station bought tickets for our hometown. This was my longest bus ride. My mother, well not my mother, but my mother's clothing was in my grandmother's living room. At this moment I was aware that we are much more than our facades, our bodies, my mother's real essence wasn't there anymore. I felt her loving presence embracing me and I think also my brother Frank at the same time. She told me. “Please forget not your promise, because your father will want to give them to different couples please never allow this!” I nodded!.
End of part three
Just three weeks after my brother Ed was home from hospital, a beautiful Sunday afternoon as all the family was harmoniously together; my father who was forty five years old, our mother was just forty-four years old. This person nineteen, brother Frank sixteen, brother Ed nine , sister Silvia five and sister Leticia just two years old. We were a normal nice seven member family trying to survive in another city. We had never seen neither of our parents sick. Suddenly my mother stared spitting coagulated blood, like raw pieces of liver. Nobody knew what to so!.We all panicked. Her spitting lasted an hour. My memory refuses to be clearer. I really don’t know who saw my mother as a doctor, what I know is that the next morning my mother’s left leg, specifically her left foot was with no sensation and shaking. Everybody was positive wrongly y thinking that it was just a temporal illness. Here I wish to state that these apparently all negative experiences were another cosmic training for me about the other obstacles we as a family had to face. Three days later this lack of feeling and trembling in my mother stared ascending, now it was her knee. At this time my father made up his mind and decided to return to our hometown, but only with my youngest brother and two sisters not with Frank and I. Our fare well on the bus station was so painful. I knew it was the last time my brother and I would see our mother alive. The way my mothers stare and mine made a spiritual connection was so sweet and so intense that I feel a soul communication similar with the ones I have experienced with some of you. The bus was due to depart in an hour, so my mother asked me to talk to her privately. My father approved, so we talked, well she made me promise her that my two sisters would never be separated. I agreed on this sacred promise.
My brother and I had gotten a job as salespeople at a curious shop in downtown Monterrey. Frank had the morning shift, I the afternoon shift. My shift stared at two thirty PM, so at noon I was at an American Library three blocks from work. It was just one o'clock when my brother arrives and told me that we were needed in our hometown because my mother was very sick felt something in my heart as I stopped reading THE RIVER OF LIFE by Isaac Asimov. We didn't go home we both went to the bus station bought tickets for our hometown. This was my longest bus ride. My mother, well not my mother, but my mother's clothing was in my grandmother's living room. At this moment I was aware that we are much more than our facades, our bodies, my mother's real essence wasn't there anymore. I felt her loving presence embracing me and I think also my brother Frank at the same time. She told me. “Please forget not your promise, because your father will want to give them to different couples please never allow this!” I nodded!.
End of part three
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