Gone Fishing

   February 23 2010. The sign if that date in astrology is Pisces the fish. In the Chinese Zodiac it is the year of the Tiger. It’s about 9 am in the morning and I get a phone call from my brother who lives in Oregon. My mother had left the city that I lived in a few years ago to go be out there in a lovely retirement village that was much less costly than the ones in NY. I knew something was wrong by the tone in his voice. He explained that the night before my mother had fallen and broken her hip and had to have emergency surgery. He and his wife had stayed at the hospital until after the surgery and then helped the staff move her to a near by rehabilitation facility. He had then gone home to shower and change clothes and when he got back, he found our mother cover and vomit and somehow an 84-year-old woman in a cast had mysteriously tried to get out of her bed, fallen and broken some more bones. Since there were no security camara’s he couldn’t prove elderly abuse. So, he had her immediately transferred back to the hospital. The Doctors explained that she would not ne able to survive another surgery so the best option would be to do hospices at his house.  Basically, he was calling to tell me our mother was dying.

   By the time I got off the phone it was about 11am. I was looking up airplane tickets to book a flight to Oregon and the phone rang again. It was my daughter who was four months pregnant with my third grandchild. There was panic in her voice as she asked me if I could watch the other two grand kids. “Mom, Shawn had been shot and I need to get to the hospital.” Shawn was the name of her fiancée. Within 20 minutes me and my grandkids are trying to stay calm and playing Uno. I was still looking a plane fare but now I had to wait to find out what was going on with Shawn.

  So, this is what was happening while I was watching my grandchildren. Police officers had tasered Shawn while he was leaving a parking lot. Then one of the officers jumped in front of the car. Because Shawn was being tased he lost control of the car. The police said he was attempting to run over the police officer in front of the car so they shot him. Then they took the police officer and Shawn to the same emergency room. When my daughter and Shawn’s mother got to the hospital the hospital staff would not allow them to see him because the police officer was also there. He died on the operating table with no one near him.

 It is now about 2pm in the afternoon. My brother calls from Oregon and says that he has mom all settled in his house and that the only thing that can be done is to keep her comfortable until she passes. I have heard nothing yet from my daughter and I explain to my brother what is going on. My greatest concern is that she might lose the baby because my first grandchild had been born when she was 7 months pregnant. My brother puts the phone next to my mother ear and I talk to her and let her now how much I love her.

    On March 1 My mother died and on March 2 I was attending the funeral of my daughter’s fiancée.  The sign of Pisces is still influencing the air. Some once told me a story in church. The way the story goes is some people had gone to search for Jesus the carpenter’s son and when they asked after his were about, they were told, “Oh Jesus, well he’s gone fishing.” In the warped part of my brain that was trying to deal with everything that was going on all I could thing of was that I guess Shawn and mom have gone to join the fisherman.

    Shawn Junior was born on June 23 of 2010. My father, my daughter grandfather, and Shawn’s great grandfather, was also born on June 23. He’s mother, my daughter was a college gradate that has been working since the age of 14. At the time of her fiancée’s death, she was a fully employed home owner but the community deiced that she was guilty by association. Both she and her children were target on web sites and social media. So not only was she dealing with her grief but she was now having to deal with all the negative bullying of people that didn’t even know her or Shawn.

  I began to wonder if maybe my family was cursed. Then I remembered something I had learned in church years ago. Darkness will always try to extinguish light. I started reviewing astrological and zodiac data to see if I could figure out how to reverse this negative pattern. In doing so it turn out that both I, my daughter, and my granddaughter were all born under the Chinese zodiac symbol of the monkey. Which is a pretty unusual occurrence. Also, my daughter was born in 1980 which has a tie into the years ending in 0, or the decade patterns. As I continued to study my family history, I began to notice other patterns. Some of my ancestors had beliefs in the Kabbalah a school of thought in Jewish mysticism which can be dated back to 12th- to 13th-century Spain and Southern France. Others had ties to the Bavarian Illuminati, an enlightenment-era secret society founded on 1 May 1776 in Bavaria. There purpose was to oppose superstition, prejudice, religious influence over public life, abuses of state power. So, I finally realized that many of the people that were involved in the forming of my DNA had an outside of the box belief in the spiritual world. Therefore, I needed to start paying more attention to things of a spiritual nature. Guess that’s why Shawn and mom both went fishing right along with the carpenter’s son Jesus.