Hello, my name is Mary....the address above
is my soulmate's who recently passed on last month....Here is our story.....
was in Iowa last year living with a Sioux Indian whom I met online, our
relationship was not working out but before I left, I had a dream of a hawk
flying into my arms from the direction north. When he hopped off I noticed
he had blood on the back of his neck feathers and then his back opened up
and I saw bones but it was also dark in the inside of his body.
returned home to North Carolina in September and one night while I was in my
favorite chatroom someone entered with the id hawk_in_the_tree. I
immediately remembered the dream I had previously. I didn't instant message
him but instead he messaged me and wanted to chat. We discussed our
spiritual beliefs and found that we shared so much in common, we connected
very quickly and deeply that night. Our chats continued many times a day
and phone calls began and by the end of October, I received money from
Richard for a plane ticket to visit him. I didn't hesitate at all, I
already knew I loved this man with all my heart and soul and I felt the very
same love from him.
When we finally met face to face the love was even deeper as though we had
known each other all our lives and beyond. We spent every day in each
other's arms, talking, loving, and sharing dreams for our future. He had to
leave for four days to attend his son's wedding in CA and when he returned,
he was sick, we thought with the flu. By January, he became much worse and
very large lumps appeared on his body. January the 20th he was diagnosed
with cancer, our lives were shattered. I cared for him around the clock,
never leaving his side and March the 25th he passed on. What is so strange
are the dreams we both had before he passed away. Mine have continued since
his passing. Many strange things have occurred in the physical as though
they are messages from him.
will not go into detail of what I feel or believe because this is my
personal journey. I will say that we our co-creators and can very well
create our own realities. I do not speak of him as dead nor do I speak of
him as in the past. He lives in me and my love for him is as strong as it
was when he was with me in the physical. I will be with him again, that is
my journey now. I am not angry at my creator, but I am angry at death. I
once had a dream where my guide told me, "you don't have to die, you have
the keys, the secret's in the wounds.
Our love we have, Richard and I, is so strong, that not even death can
Mary and my beloved Richard.....