Manifesting Thoughts in the Season of Miracles
Hi, all, it’s been a while! Let me fill you in with a story.
So, for years I have been thinking of my cousin, Steven. I hadn’t seen him since my 20’s and had begun working on East 23 St., at “JHS 47”. One day I ran out of one train and was heading for another, early one morning, and literally crashed into him on a Times Square platform. That was the last time I saw him. Frankly, I hadn’t seen him all too often before that.
Before my Aunt, Annette, passed away in Florida, my mother had visited her and got Steven’s address: strangely, my Aunt Annette was suspicious and reluctant to share it but she did.
My cousin was living in Chicago.
Steven, I believe, was about 6 years older than I, and to me he was the handsomest young man on earth. He looked very much like my grandfather, Sam.
Last week, upon waking, when our dreams seem so real, I saw my cousin Steven with his back to me and went over to him: he turned and he was happy to see me. I had finally found him!
Yesterday, an email of mine was answered by one of his children, Julie, who comes up at the top of my DNA match list as a second cousin: she had finally gone to her Ancestry page and saw a message from me and responded. Her twin, Michael, was living in NY. She, Julie, her older sister Stacey and my cousin Steven were in CA.
I mentioned some family names: Sophie.
“Who is Sophie?” she asked. She hadn’t even heard of my grandmother, Steven’s grandmother.
I envisioned Sophie as a child, indentured by the royals, sewing for the Tsar, while Sam was being trained by his father to hunt in the woods to be a furrier: one day the Cossacks stole all the pelts. Eventually when they came to America, he became a furrier. He started the furrier’s union. Sophie sewed stage costumes.
Who is Sophie? Who is Sam?
Julie, you have so much to learn. And as for my missing cousin. I am sure I’ll be in touch with him soon.
Wonderful to read about your story, this seems to be the time of reunions, truly a season of miracles…we just found and met my husband’s birth mum on his 50th birth month! Happy connecting đ Love to you and yours xxx
As you know Iâm âmissingâ my first cousin Howard. Sad story, his dad (my uncle) died when his wife was pregnant and she died when he was four. Family lost contact as he was raised by maternal grandmother and aunt. You advised I go for ancestry testing. Havenât done it but my nephew has and he wasnât able to find Howard. Your story made me nostalgic and I am happy for you.
New connections. Sounds good. đ
Lovely