Part 2, My Father Came Through. Misty continued the channeling, trying to bring up other spirits that were in the room. There were five other people other than myself receiving, and I had no intentions of taking over the entire meeting. I still feel kind of bad about that, and I think taking over one part would have been great, but to take over three parts was kind of a little overbearing for my family, although I am very, very, very grateful and happy to have had them come through. I am so thankful, and at the same time, I feel bad that we took up the places for the other people to have visitors come through. I was a little divided, but again, very, very happy to have heard from my family.
So Misty continues, as I said, and she starts talking about a male who had high water pants on and had kind of dark hair, not black, but not straight, but short, you know, short hair, and She went on, she was describing him, and I was a little confused, although the timing would have been kind of right, because she did say it was 60s, 70s, in that era, and that’s when my father wore clothing like that. And I can’t remember the exact timing that I knew it was him, but he came through. Nobody else was claiming him. And as she furthered her explanation of his characteristics, I realized this was more than likely him, but he was rather comical with everyone. He had autism. His comics were involved with his level of thinking, and he was a mechanical engineer at Thiokol Chemical Corporation, and he developed missiles and rockets, and that’s what he did. So all of his jesting and joking was about his level of thinking, and his entertainment was to do algebraic equations in his head without any paper. That was his family. That’s how they had fun growing up. And so this was all a lot of fun to him. I mentioned that, I said, did he drink a lot? Because my father loved red wine, and he had red wine every night. And she, Misty said, well, he doesn’t want to talk about that. And I said, OK, well, we never accused him of being an alcoholic, because back in those days, we just didn’t accuse people of those things very often. He wasn’t a bad alcoholic. He wasn’t abusive or mean or anything. He just liked to drink wine. And so, so do I. So, not quite as often as he does, but anyway, he, his jesting was about things at his level. And he and I were close when I was a child, but then he, he became kind of mean.
I had a sister named Linda, my oldest sister, seven years older than I. I have another sister who’s five years older than I. When I was 16 years old, Linda got married, and he cast her out of the house because of, told her never to come home again because of her political views. She had become a Democrat, and back in the 60s, you just, you just didn’t do that. And my father worked for the government, and this was, you’re not gonna do that. So she left home when I was 16 and I never saw her again. And that was the nature of… his humor, as long as you were within his belief system and you could joke, then you could, you were his friend, and that was okay. But as my father and I grew up, because of the autism, you know, I never felt too close to him. Of course, I have autism myself, but a different type. Though I didn’t mention this yesterday, but about six or eight months before he died, he sent me a letter home, and he said, “Never come home or call home or ever come home again. Love, Daddy”. And I had just told him that I was pregnant with my second child, and he was just absolutely furious about that. And so that was my instructions from him, never to call or write or come home ever again. “Love, Daddy”. Unless it was an emergency, and he did put that in. But anyway, so he died six to eight months later. I never could speak to him again because he had tubes in his mouth, and I was about seven months pregnant. He could never give me eye contact when I came home to Texas to see him when he was in the hospital. When his diagnosis came in, I was told that summer, he died in October, but I was told in the summer as I rocked in my rocking chair that my father was dying. And I knew when I got the call from my sister that I needed to come home. that, um, that’s what was wrong. And so, um, I went home, and again, he never gave me eye contact and he never looked at me, and I was gone, and then he was gone, he died. But um, Misty was saying that he wanted to so much share with me that his feelings, uh, he could never share what he felt or believed on the other side, possibly because of his autism, possibly because he was just such a narcissistic person that either you believed his way or that was that. And um, like he did to my sister, and like he did to me at the end.
Um, And um, he came to apologize, and he said he, he was so proud of me now, if I could see him now, if he could see me now, if, I would know how proud he is of who I have become, and my mother said the same thing, that they look at me now and they just can’t even believe that I came from where I had to where I am now, and um, they are so grateful and so thankful for that. And so I said to both of them that I forgave them, and I intended it, I meant it, and I do have to say this, that when I went home last night, I was really kind of shaking, I could hardly think. But last night when I went to sleep, I fell asleep and in the middle of the night, I started dreaming about something. It was like a tickling of the feet. And I think my father tickled my feet during my sleep last night and I was laughing so hard. And I laughed and I giggled for quite a while. And I, I know that I slept last night for the first time in my life, I knew that I was loved. And honestly, that was the first time I ever realized that I was loved. And so that, that ends part two of with my father.
I was loved then, and I am loved now.
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