INTRODUCTION
I created the video above three months after completing The Ninth of Av. (February 16 and 17, 2018) The Essenes were most definitely kindred spirits.
The following month, in March 2018, I woke up in the middle of the night and felt the presence of my mother’s spirit standing next to my bed. I was so startled that I jumped out of bed to ensure someone wasn’t in my apartment. After checking all the rooms and ensuring that my doors were locked, I crawled back into bed and went back to sleep. I sent my entire family emails and text messages to let them know what I had experienced. A part of me thought that maybe my mom’s spirit had come to take me to the “other side,” and if that was the case, I figured my family needed to know what was happening. My family’s responses varied between wow, disbelief, and indifference.
By this time, I had been managing the apartments for five years. I continued to volunteer my time in exchange for a free place to live. During those five years, I had to serve one eviction and experience several intensive situations with tenants. It was very stressful at times. As time passed, I learned much about tenants and their fascinating habits. Collecting rent was always a lot of fun.
In April 2018, Ancestry.com was running a special on DNA kits, and since both my oldest and youngest brothers had taken the test, I thought it would be an excellent opportunity to see if anything showed up regarding my father. I was most concerned about the medium’s December 3, 2016 message. Two weeks later, on May 20, 2018, I received my results confirming that my siblings were my half-siblings and we did not share the same biological father. May 20 was the sixth anniversary of meeting Ahote and Tuwa and experiencing Hopi’s powerful, historic eclipse.
This not only validated readings I had in the past, but it confirmed my gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right when certain siblings wanted to take my last name away from me 35 years earlier when they found out I was gay. Suddenly, I understood why my mother’s spirit had appeared next to my bed several weeks earlier, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the last visit to Hopi had something to do with this as well. And was my biological father the man who visited me in my dream on September 7, 2016? Or someone else?
The most confusing part was that my two brothers appeared as a “Close Family,” which placed them as uncles or half-siblings. If they were my uncles, my sister, who was 14 years old when I was born, would have been my natural mother. Coincidentally, I had lunch with a woman the week after getting my test results. She had a child at age 14 in the late 1950s, and she and her family raised her child as her brother.
Another man appeared on my DNA list with the last name Ray, but this man did not appear on my brother’s DNA matches. After some research, I learned that this man with the last name Ray lived 7 miles from where my mother grew up. He was in his 90s. He lived in a small town, Tabor City, North Carolina. After doing a ton of research online, I discovered he had five brothers: three deceased and two living. One of the deceased brothers was born the year after my mother was born.
I immediately contacted Mr. Ray through Ancestry.com. I found his address online and sent him two letters through the United States Post Office. The first letter included a photograph of my mother from the early 1960s and a note mentioning that he had appeared as my uncle on Ancestry.com. This had to mean that one of his brothers was my biological father. A week later, I sent Mr. Ray the second letter, which included images of myself as a toddler and various stages throughout my life. I did this just in case I resembled one of his brothers, my father. I never received a response from him or anyone in his family.
While all of this was coming to light, my sister (or half-sister or mother) was struggling with Multiple Myeloma, something that she had developed in the early part of 2016.
I had a strange feeling that someone in the family knew something about all this but was keeping it a secret. Regardless, for the first time, I realized I did not have any full-blooded siblings. Biologically, I was an only child. I still considered my siblings my true siblings and the man who raised me, my true father, but I had to know the truth about my biological lineage. I wanted to know more about this man with whom my mother was in love and how all of this was related to the work I had been doing metaphysically.
It came up for a reason, so I had to investigate it.
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