Before he went full on ghost, my spirit guides were sending me warning signals that I clearly wanted to miss. I thought we would be the exception to the rule that everyone must adhere to in order to pass the final test.
I mean we are special right? We are too old to need to play the back and forth games right? WRONG!
My guides even sent me a dream:
We were at some building and there were two of his sons. I walked in and said "where's Solomon?" They responded with, "He left and moved to India. He didn't tell you?" I could see him in India with a new wife. But it was not him in the end, but my director and his wife. (Don't know about me and these work people dreams). I said to the children, "Keep going with the book. He doesn't want that to stop." I had to take over whatever work he left undone. I had to make sure the book was finished and his story preserved while he was out doing the work. I watched as the sons kept on telling the people what to write, knowing that one day Solomon would return and take his place.
I didn't tell Solomon about the dream for a few days. Not because I was afraid. It was because I got busy during the weekend. Atleast that's what I've told myself. I was so busy, I didn't realize we had not talked until he called me two days later apologizing for going M.I.A.
"Sorry I left and didn't tell you."
"Oh you went on a trip? Where did you go? Did you bring me something back?"
"Not that kind of a trip. I had to go off mentally and figure some things out."
"OHHHHHH that's what the dream was about. Now it makes sense."
Then I went on to tell him about the dream. He then told me about a dream that I was in during that same time frame. This further led to my delusion that we would never.ever.separate.
That next week we had our first official fight. It was so weird. Keep in mind, this man is not my boyfriend, not my husband, not my cuddle buddy. So the logical part of me says, why am I fighting with a dude that has not given up the peen? It's not in my nature to even argue like that anymore, nor is it to argue with a friend. But we are so much more on a spiritual level, so there's that.
The argument was dumb. It was based on miscommunication, which will be our theme until it isn't. It ended with us meeting up in person at a dealership (his car was in the shop), me crying because my dad called (he's literally dying), him consoling me in the car as I sobbed (yet another release) and us resolving the issue.
By that next week we weren't even talking anymore...
Did I mention that we live in the same building...and he's my landlord? Ok making sure you got that part.
The first week I acted like things didn't change. Would send him text messages that went unanswered. I sent a link to one of my other blogs, that he never responded to. However, I didn't call. Internally I knew he needed the space and did not want to completely seem like an intruder...which we all knew I was.
I
Felt
So
Lost
And
Alone
How can you go from speaking and seeing someone every day to nothing? During the week it wasn't too bad because I was working on a large project that demanded ALOT of time. Oh, I forgot to mention he began to work from home. This was a good thing, however I would still check our internal systems to see if he was online. The answer is yes and no I did not message him. Finally the weekend came and I needed to go to Walmart to get some milk. I put on music and ended up an hour away in the mountains.
That whole drive I didn't shed a tear, but just needed some clean air to clear my mind. I sent a group text to him and Little so someone would know where I was. He responded with, "Walmart is open 24 hrs. Enjoy this beautiful day." Little responded with, "Oh I thought you were walking at the park. Enjoy the bugs." Ok good, he's still talking to me and isn't mad. We have an opening...which he quickly shut down again. I drove back feeling better. Oh and I stopped to buy the Lactaid...because lactose intolerant.
During the middle of the week, actually it was the week of 4/15, I was supposed to drive to see my parents in NC. My mom had surgery, and as I said before, my dad is dying. Solomon knew about these plans because we talked about them the week before the ghost. My tail light went out. Ok so let me pause here...
When Spirit needs me to do something...start a new endeavor...talk to someone...take some time off...go in a new direction...small hints aren't enough. The Divine knows I need LARGE CLEAR STOP, not warning, signs to get me on the right way. I'm a taurus...oblivious and stubborn.
So on my way to work, I was stopped by another driver telling me my taillight was out. I'm like "bet, I have an extra bulb. So when I get to work I can change it out. No problem." Keep going and Spirit is giving me a download for Solomon. Something I need to do and something I need to tell him. Remember, I was not calling him. You know, giving him space. However when you have a mission, you have a mission.
I go to change my taillight and the shit broke. Not just the bulb shattered...nooooo. The whole bulb popped off. I called my manager to come out and help and well he says "Amuri, it has melted. I've never seen it melt before." SIGH only me. So I leave to take the car to the dealership. While on the way, Spirit says "Oh btw...stop ignoring what I told you to do and call him. " So I did.
He didn't answer at first. A SISTA WAS MAD SON!
Oh he called back. LOL
So we ended up talking for a couple of hours. I told him about the taillight being melted. He stayed on the phone with me while I talked to the mechanic. He reminded me to tell them about cleaning my headlights. And we talked about what message I was guided to give him. That led to me walking around the dealership's parking lot for an hour so we could have privacy to talk. It.Felt.So.Good. and normal.
350 dollars later...Oh did I mention they had to replace the whole casing? No? Well they did. When he heard the price, yeah he was on the phone still, Solomon was like "You got it?" I said yes but still complained about how the heck things can't just be simple. See that's the thing about this type of bond. Even thought he took flight, he still cared about my fundamental needs. I was still receiving downloads for his spiritual needs. We made plans about a package coming (remember me saying that in the last post?) and how he would get the mail while were in NC.
The next day, a co-worker, let's call her Genie, sent me a text. You can't go to NC girl! Do you not see the weather and a tornado watch by your mom's? Well yes there was a whole weather situation happening on the day we were supposed to leave. So nope. I called my mom to check on her.
"Ma the tornadoes."
"I know, I picked up my constipation medicine already."
UHHHHH
So I called my dad to check and he didn't answer. A small panic attack occurred but I was at work so couldn't let it show. Well he called back, thinking I already knew. He had been in the hospital for a few days and didn't the he was going to make it. He sounded worse than the week before. I couldn't go because of the weather. I couldn't stay because he's dying. I couldn't think and didn't have Solomon there to help it all make sense. So I sent a text. Dad is in the hospital.
The thing is, he knows my secrets. He knows my fears. Because of the number of deaths in my family, he knows how I can't take another one. My dad is really my stepdad. Has been in my life since 8. My daddy died when I was 13. Was killed by a drunk driver. Solomon knows he was my first love. My rock. He also knows my dad is also my rock. Solomon knows about the murders of 2 of my brothers (2000 and 2016) and the death of my sister when I was 12. He knows about the deaths of both of my aunts, all of my grandparents and close cousins. He knows I was the one who had to make the call to take my grandmother off life support and received the phone call from the police when my grandfather was found dead from a heart attack. He knows another death so close would possibly break me if I had to deal with it all by myself again. And he understood exactly what that text meant.
He called immediately. Talked me off a ledge enough so I could drive home and process.
That was the last time I talked to him until 5/14.
I mean we are special right? We are too old to need to play the back and forth games right? WRONG!
My guides even sent me a dream:
We were at some building and there were two of his sons. I walked in and said "where's Solomon?" They responded with, "He left and moved to India. He didn't tell you?" I could see him in India with a new wife. But it was not him in the end, but my director and his wife. (Don't know about me and these work people dreams). I said to the children, "Keep going with the book. He doesn't want that to stop." I had to take over whatever work he left undone. I had to make sure the book was finished and his story preserved while he was out doing the work. I watched as the sons kept on telling the people what to write, knowing that one day Solomon would return and take his place.
I didn't tell Solomon about the dream for a few days. Not because I was afraid. It was because I got busy during the weekend. Atleast that's what I've told myself. I was so busy, I didn't realize we had not talked until he called me two days later apologizing for going M.I.A.
"Sorry I left and didn't tell you."
"Oh you went on a trip? Where did you go? Did you bring me something back?"
"Not that kind of a trip. I had to go off mentally and figure some things out."
"OHHHHHH that's what the dream was about. Now it makes sense."
Then I went on to tell him about the dream. He then told me about a dream that I was in during that same time frame. This further led to my delusion that we would never.ever.separate.
That next week we had our first official fight. It was so weird. Keep in mind, this man is not my boyfriend, not my husband, not my cuddle buddy. So the logical part of me says, why am I fighting with a dude that has not given up the peen? It's not in my nature to even argue like that anymore, nor is it to argue with a friend. But we are so much more on a spiritual level, so there's that.
The argument was dumb. It was based on miscommunication, which will be our theme until it isn't. It ended with us meeting up in person at a dealership (his car was in the shop), me crying because my dad called (he's literally dying), him consoling me in the car as I sobbed (yet another release) and us resolving the issue.
By that next week we weren't even talking anymore...
Did I mention that we live in the same building...and he's my landlord? Ok making sure you got that part.
The first week I acted like things didn't change. Would send him text messages that went unanswered. I sent a link to one of my other blogs, that he never responded to. However, I didn't call. Internally I knew he needed the space and did not want to completely seem like an intruder...which we all knew I was.
I
Felt
So
Lost
And
Alone
How can you go from speaking and seeing someone every day to nothing? During the week it wasn't too bad because I was working on a large project that demanded ALOT of time. Oh, I forgot to mention he began to work from home. This was a good thing, however I would still check our internal systems to see if he was online. The answer is yes and no I did not message him. Finally the weekend came and I needed to go to Walmart to get some milk. I put on music and ended up an hour away in the mountains.
That whole drive I didn't shed a tear, but just needed some clean air to clear my mind. I sent a group text to him and Little so someone would know where I was. He responded with, "Walmart is open 24 hrs. Enjoy this beautiful day." Little responded with, "Oh I thought you were walking at the park. Enjoy the bugs." Ok good, he's still talking to me and isn't mad. We have an opening...which he quickly shut down again. I drove back feeling better. Oh and I stopped to buy the Lactaid...because lactose intolerant.
During the middle of the week, actually it was the week of 4/15, I was supposed to drive to see my parents in NC. My mom had surgery, and as I said before, my dad is dying. Solomon knew about these plans because we talked about them the week before the ghost. My tail light went out. Ok so let me pause here...
When Spirit needs me to do something...start a new endeavor...talk to someone...take some time off...go in a new direction...small hints aren't enough. The Divine knows I need LARGE CLEAR STOP, not warning, signs to get me on the right way. I'm a taurus...oblivious and stubborn.
I go to change my taillight and the shit broke. Not just the bulb shattered...nooooo. The whole bulb popped off. I called my manager to come out and help and well he says "Amuri, it has melted. I've never seen it melt before." SIGH only me. So I leave to take the car to the dealership. While on the way, Spirit says "Oh btw...stop ignoring what I told you to do and call him. " So I did.
He didn't answer at first. A SISTA WAS MAD SON!
Oh he called back. LOL
So we ended up talking for a couple of hours. I told him about the taillight being melted. He stayed on the phone with me while I talked to the mechanic. He reminded me to tell them about cleaning my headlights. And we talked about what message I was guided to give him. That led to me walking around the dealership's parking lot for an hour so we could have privacy to talk. It.Felt.So.Good. and normal.
350 dollars later...Oh did I mention they had to replace the whole casing? No? Well they did. When he heard the price, yeah he was on the phone still, Solomon was like "You got it?" I said yes but still complained about how the heck things can't just be simple. See that's the thing about this type of bond. Even thought he took flight, he still cared about my fundamental needs. I was still receiving downloads for his spiritual needs. We made plans about a package coming (remember me saying that in the last post?) and how he would get the mail while were in NC.
The next day, a co-worker, let's call her Genie, sent me a text. You can't go to NC girl! Do you not see the weather and a tornado watch by your mom's? Well yes there was a whole weather situation happening on the day we were supposed to leave. So nope. I called my mom to check on her.
"Ma the tornadoes."
"I know, I picked up my constipation medicine already."
UHHHHH
So I called my dad to check and he didn't answer. A small panic attack occurred but I was at work so couldn't let it show. Well he called back, thinking I already knew. He had been in the hospital for a few days and didn't the he was going to make it. He sounded worse than the week before. I couldn't go because of the weather. I couldn't stay because he's dying. I couldn't think and didn't have Solomon there to help it all make sense. So I sent a text. Dad is in the hospital.
The thing is, he knows my secrets. He knows my fears. Because of the number of deaths in my family, he knows how I can't take another one. My dad is really my stepdad. Has been in my life since 8. My daddy died when I was 13. Was killed by a drunk driver. Solomon knows he was my first love. My rock. He also knows my dad is also my rock. Solomon knows about the murders of 2 of my brothers (2000 and 2016) and the death of my sister when I was 12. He knows about the deaths of both of my aunts, all of my grandparents and close cousins. He knows I was the one who had to make the call to take my grandmother off life support and received the phone call from the police when my grandfather was found dead from a heart attack. He knows another death so close would possibly break me if I had to deal with it all by myself again. And he understood exactly what that text meant.
He called immediately. Talked me off a ledge enough so I could drive home and process.
That was the last time I talked to him until 5/14.
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