Water From The Well

I originally posted this on a blog I tried to start a couple months back.  Like other blogs that I’ve “tried” to start after leaving The WP, it just left me disinterested.  I guess after so many years of depositing my stories here, the pull is just too strong. So I’m moving this over here, so as to keep it in the general ‘timeline’ of my unfolding.  Happy Friday, everyone!

Yesterday started out fairly ordinary, in one of those extraordinary kind of ways.  My daughter was throwing a birthday party for my grandson, and I spent the morning with food preparations.  It was a very special experience for me, since it was the first of his three birthdays that I was actually present for.

Little did I know, as I was busy deviling eggs and crock potting meatballs, that my life would change in the blink of an eye.

As I sat there watching Boo open his presents, I was amazed (again) by the irony and mystery of life.  There I was sharing space with my grandson and daughter (neither of which were even in my life this time last year), my mother (making it 4 generations), my ex-husband and his girlfriend, and my son and his girlfriend.

Then there was an equally bizarre showing from the other side of  the family.   Mr. DeadBeat, the sperm donor.  He’s only seen Boo a handful of times in his life – an ex-Iraqi war vet who may be suffering from PTSD, a  substance abuse issue, and a dysfunctional childhood.   DB’s mom was there, (she has a history of abusive marriages), and HER ex, DeadBeat Sr. with HIS girlfriend. A couple of  little cousins  and an assortment of my daughters friends, tatted up and wearing cowboy hats, rounded out our menagerie nicely.

But as weird and heartwarming  as all that was  (how I held my tongue is still a mystery), it wasn’t the party that changed my life.  It was something my mother said offhandedly in that “I’m 80, I’ve had two glasses of wine, and you never know what’s going to come out of my mouth” sort of way.

First a little back story.

All four of my grandparents were dead long before I was born, and so I grew up in a bit of a vacuum where my family history is concerned.  My mom and her folks were dedicated Assemblies of God Christians – tongue talkers, the lot of them – after Grandma and Grandpa Stone got saved during the Asuza Street Revivals.  I’ve heard all sorts of stories about them from my mother, all of it so wonderful, it’s surprising my grandparents weren’t sporting wings.  When I became a tongue talker myself back in the 80s, I knew I had made my Grandma Pearl and Grandpa Joe proud.

Then there’s Dad and his family.  Born in Illinois, and later migrating to California as a young man, Dad decided that his family wasn’t going to be discussed much.  What I do know is that he spent the majority of my life wavering somewhere between being an Agnostic and a Christian, although Christianity won out at the end (I can’t imagine living with Mom for 40 years and remaining a hold out!)  Of my paternal grandparents I know of almost nothing except that my mother still holds some pain and a dash of disdain where they are concerned.  I’ve heard her stories, and since in many ways I’m reliving them myself with my own in-laws, I understand.

So back to yesterday when my mother – God bless her slightly inebriated soul – blurts out, “The story is that your father’s mother was born with a caul over her face, and she kept that damn thing in a locket that she wore.  When she died, supposedly it disintegrated.  Oh, and she did “readings” for the neighbors.”  She said the word “readings” like other people say “diarrhea”- with an upturned nose and tiny quiver of disgust on her lips.   She continued, mumbling something about how she would never have anything to do with ‘that crap’ (hence, the diarrhea analogy), and “get me some more Rose, please.”

I’m glad Mom wasn’t looking too closely at me as she told this story.  For my part, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

“She WHAT??”

The question came blurting out of me like water from an artesian well.  I wanted to make sure I had understood her correctly because HERE, finally, was new information about where I came from.  My roots.

I wanted affirmation.  I wanted clarification.  I wanted detail!

But what my mother doesn’t know is that I was really asking, “You mean, I’m like my Grandma Birdie? ”

Not that I have a piece of  membrane hanging around my neck in some sort of Dark Shadowy fashion statement (who else was  hooked on the original back in the 60s???).   No.  But I do have a secret.  One I’ve never told any of my family.

After leaving Christianity back in ‘01, I discovered a very comfortable, powerful connection with oracles of all sorts.   Tarot, oracle cards, Runes, pendulums, I Ching – you name it., I’ve done it.  If Mom knew, she’d have a conniption, start to cry, and possibly try to cast the devil out of me there on the spot.

BUT it’s true.  It’s MY truth.

Not only do I love oracles, but  it turns out I’m a good reader.  Back in the day I used to do readings for my neighbors, only they were from my blog neighborhood.   I would post  an offer every now and then, and there was never any shortage of takers.  The feedback was very positive.   I read intuitively rather than explicitly by card ‘definitions’, and I use my other  gifts (they call it prophecy in the Church), to try get a complete snapshot of what was happening with that person.

Only one woman didn’t care for what I  had to say, but only because she had disowned her stuff.  (When we do that, when we disown what is inside of us, it shows up in the people around us.)  However, the ‘future” unfolded and I hope she survived that karmic Bitchslap, because I tried to warn her.

Anywho, yesterday really did change my life.  I see me differently.  I’m not some Devils’ spawn after all.  Grandma Birdie and I obviously share Something…Something that’s must be in my DNA as much as in my personality.  And as strong as my belief in a man named Jesus.  I’m both Birdie AND Pearl – the combination of two diametrically opposing forces.  In me, they are  ONE.

Suddenly, I don’t feel odd any more.  I don’t feel so different from the rest of my ‘family’.

I don’t feel alone.

But Oh, how I wish I could talk to my Grandma Birdie!  I’d ask her all the things that I’ve held in my heart for over a decade.  Things like, “Grandma, what are we?”

*note to self:  When I hit “publish”, it showed me that this was my 444 post*

11 thoughts on “Water From The Well

  1. Wow. This is an amazing post to write. Poignantly honest and so open with who you are. I LOVED it!!!! (In case you can’t hear me, I’m yelling ‘LOVED’ inside myself with a huge grin on my face.)

    What I’ve noticed of late – people speaking their truth – an almost unbelievable and unspeakable truth – in ways it seems only movies dare show. Have I told you how great it is to have you back? The ‘perfect’ storm seems to have opened something between us – well I mean something even MORE.

    I only ever even heard of a ‘caul’ a few months ago when I helped another friend design her website. She had written the text ‘I was born with a caul’ – and although I can’t remember what now – I edited the text to ‘make sense.’ I had no idea. Truly. And now you share the same information just a few months later. We are coming ‘out of the closet’ aren’t we?

    You inspire me. I’m honored to be on this journey with you.

    Now I find myself wanting a reading…so how about that? I’m very curious to hear your thoughts about the archetypes too. ; ) Amazing. Absolutely amazing. xoxo


    1. LOL Loved your yell :) Thank you for that, and for welcoming me back. I’m beginning to wonder already if I even have anything to “say” any more, but we’ll see what happens. After years of chronicling my pain, healing, lessons, etc., then playing around with fiction, I find myself with a huge spaciousness in side of me. One that makes me wonder if my inspiration for all those years came from a broken place, and now that I’m feeling so good about life, if it’s gone MIA. We’ll see :) And, I’m honored that we’re doing this together too.

      “Coming out of the closet” made me laugh. :) Did you put the Caul comment back in??

      A reading. Oh man, I could write an entire post on my relationship with the cards over the years and where I am now. I purged myself of all my decks a couple of years ago, and have only picked up one since that I use on any sort of “regular” basis, and it’s not even regular. I was put through Intutitve Bootcamp, so to speak, as God asked me to put my crutch down and trust the Inner Voice for all my answers. And I haven’t done a reading for another person in probably 4 years. But if you’d like to email me a question, I could take a peek and see if anything making sense comes up. Please phrase it in such a way that it does not need a “Yes” or “No” answer.

      Oh, my thoughts on archetypes is another long post – a conversation, even. But one I would love to start up :)

      Thank you for such a heartfelt reply. It made my day!


      1. Clearly you still have lots to say – WE have lots to say. Just sometimes our mind’s dialogue makes us believe we might not. I get the ‘writing through the pain’ bit, though–and I believe ‘writing through the joy and wonder’ can be just as moving and powerful. We’re just all figuring out how to do it effectively in this time of our evolution.

        Actually, Melynnda shared with me what a Caul really is. I felt a little silly never having heard of it, yet to her it was as natural as crying when the doctor slaps you after birth. I’m still in awe of it all – of the reality and richness of it.

        My friend, I don’t seem to be able to locate your email address. You can connect with me if you would – jackie.l.robinson@comcast.net. I love how you describe your relationship to Spirit, to God, to truth. I love the honesty and pure openness of your sharing. Yes, I’d love to have the archetypes conversation. Seems when we are so personally related to it, it’s much more difficult to get clarity. I would very much appreciate your input.

        I really am so very glad you’re ‘back.’ One of the few truly AUTHENTIC voices in this realm. I’m honored, inspired. Thank you to and thank you to the Universe for bringing you back. xoxo


  2. zencherry

    (Hugs you) I completely understand you and wished I’d have known you were troubled by this. I’m here if you need to talk. What a lovely post. Just lovely.


    1. Oh, thank you!! I appreciate that so much. I’m just fine – I’ve had years and years to reconcile all of my inner struggles over this issue. Keeping my mouth shut with my immediate family doesn’t even feel like “hiding” any more. I do it for them, not for me…although in a perfect world, I could tell them *anything* But what family reveals every single detail of their lives to each other? :) I work to keep our conversations on common ground and now avoid politics almost exclusively to keep the peace! LOL Big hugs to you, too. Your kindness to me is so touching! xox


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