Strange and Passing Gypsies

About the Book

It wasn’t boring subject matter or mental laziness entirely that had prevented me from reading for pleasure or mind expansion as an adult. It was something far more complex or profound! To be specific, after reading one book of prose shortly after the twins were born, whether I was tired or not, picking up a book with the intentions of reading it in bed or anywhere else would put me to sleep every time! It was like taking a fast-acting sleeping pill! On the first page of any book of prose, with the exception of the Bible, sleep would come rushing in as if to the rescue. It was like an unidentified syndrome! It was obvious, even then, that something within me refused to read.

It is possible however, that reading was associated with unpleasantness because of all the problems surrounding it in the fifth grade. It appeared that picking up a book with thoughts of reading the pages was the equivalent of a threat!

When the children were all in school for the day, and only housework filled the hours, I began to feel lonely and sorry for myself. It appeared the world had passed me by, but worst of all, something was missing! Something was lost while I was housebound. It was increasingly difficult to cope with the daily routine. I was always searching, wandering aimlessly from room to room, looking for that missing thing that had to be found.

Meanwhile, Eddie was entertaining success, and even though we shared the same successes, they were his accomplishments, not mine. It was at that time that earning power became all-important to me! A few small successes had to be achieved on my own in order for me to feel complete or adequate. It wasn’t a competitive thing with Eddie. He had nothing to do with it! It was a personal, self-challenging thing that pushed hard for accomplishments.

When I was alone, that self-challenging thing would nag unmercifully! One day, in a fit of misery, I screamed to God asking Him why He had made me so stupid! Of course, He didn’t answer. Regardless, I made a decision to go to work as a secretary.

In high school, I had taken the business course as an elective: typing and shorthand were acquired skills. But they had become stagnant from inactivity and needed practice. The old manual typewriter was outdated. So Eddie rented an electric one and did everything possible to be helpful. He knew I was struggling to gain back self-confidence. And every day when the house was mine, I would type from newspapers, books, etc., trying to gain speed. In those days, speed and errors went hand and hand! The light over the dining room table was dim and hard on my eyes. After a while, typing a practice sentence for typists, “now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party,” was easier on the eyes and not as tedious.

After typing that sentence a few hundred times, boredom prod¬ded creativity. I began typing simple thoughts, trying to catch the essence as they fled by - spastic words, gibberish - nothing with particular direction, and no two thoughts alike. After so much of the same, I heard a two-line telepathic rhyming thought whispered in my brain! I couldn’t believe what I had heard! I can’t remember the words to that initial poetic inspiration. The only thing I do remember is how strange it was! In that two-liner, the words “plunder” and “asunder” were used. The words were unfamiliar to me and I didn’t know if they were actual words. But after looking them up in the dictionary, to my surprise and delight, I found out they were actual words and they fit the inspiration like a glove ... accommodating the two lines with rhyme. It was so weird! The words were totally foreign to my conscious. Yet, they were subconscious inspirations. I must have heard them at one time or another, I thought.

About the Author

How can I explain who I am… when I don’t know myself? I know I’m a “clairvoyant,” by the very definition of the word. Yet, I’m not a fortuneteller or healer. My clairvoyance is strictly from OBVIOUS subconscious teachings. I was “chosen” in 1973, to do a job that took patience beyond belief! And if it wasn’t for the training I had while raising my four children alone, deafness included, I never would have had the patience to write this book, or PROPPHECIES FULFILLED or STRANGE AND PASSING GYPSIES! So I guess all the “subconscious teachings” I endured, including THE ELECTRICAL BEATINGS… were all for a “good reason,” because my writings do unveil the “mysterious subconscious” in book after book.