AN ADOPTEE'S RELATIVES

What I have been thinking a lot about lately is family. Since I was adopted when I was a year old and now am 68, not very many of my older relatives are still alive. I was loved and accepted by several of my mother's and father's families when I was a little girl. Some relatives stand out for their giving freely of their love to a little girl who had no natural relatives. My aunts Fannie Pearson, Irene, and Marion MacDougall, and my great-uncle, Lee Evans, stand out in memory. They never labeled me as an outsider but instead gave of their hearts openly.

My grandmother, Pansy MacDougall, did seem to love me and it was my responsibility in my teens and young womanhood to take care of her needs as she became frail and was struck with senile dementia. But she would say one thing that tore my heart apart. When I had made her comfortable and made sure she had all that she needed, she would look at me and say, "I wish that my grandchildren would care for me as much as you do." I operated under the premise that she was my grandmother, and it hurt to have her refer to me as someone outside of the family.

Now all of the outstanding relatives who loved me have all passed away, and there is not a single cousin on either side of my family that accepts me as family. The cousins have chosen that I not be included in their families as I am really not one of them...by blood.

But no fear, my life is filled with the love of the children and grandchildren that God has blessed me with. I am very grateful that The Holy One has seen fit to give me relatives by blood; relatives that I have given birth to and who do not deny me, my six children, 13 grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren.

I used to pray that the Lord would let me find my birth parents and family. He did, but I was rejected by my mother because no one in her new family knew of my existence; she was raped going home from work when she was a war-widow with her husband overseas, and she and her family kept it secret from him and she joined him after my birth in Hawaii were he was stationed. My poor mother was filled with fear that her new family-two sisters and a brother of mine-would learn of the horrible chapter of her life that she had prayed would never come out in public. I assured her that I would not intrude upon her life and keep her secret, and that is what I have done for 33 years. She and her husband passed away many years ago and so she was spared any mark upon her reputation and I have not made moves to intrude upon my sisters and brother who I am sure would be aghast that their mother kept such a secret from them and their father. In the back of my heart however, I have hoped and prayed that one day a miracle would happen and I would get to see my sisters and brother; but if that never happens I have the comfort of having found my mother, having a picture of her holding me at 6 weeks, and knowing about my mother's relatives and what nationality I belong to. Gratefully, I am Jewish as well as English, Irish, Scotch and Pennsylvania Dutch. And that is all enough for me and I feel especially blessed to at least have found mother and heard the story of who I am.

Do I regret finding my mother only to have her reject me again? Not at all. I know that in her own way she loved me but did not have the strength to face her family with all the ugly details of her life. She suffered that she could not get closer to me and she spoke to my daughters and created a relationship with them, and on every Christmas she would send me the news of how her life was going. So I did have a thread of contact with mom, and I never pushed her to do more. I love her.

I would very much like to know if relatives-by-adoption generally turn their backs on adopted members of the family, or if my case is unusual. I feel very proud of both of my adopted families and have worked on their genealogies for years. Now, I am beginning to work on my blood-line genealogy and surprise, surprise, they have much the same background as my adoptive parents.

In closure, all that I can say is to thank God for giving me all of my relatives; blood and not. I love both sides very much and hope that one day some of my adoptive cousins will come around and speak to me again. I will work to accomplish that. Thank you for listening to me today as I try to get a grip around who is family and who has decided not to be. Family is very precious to me and I cherish even a word in my direction.

MOTHER

Mother; the very word symbolizes a wealth of love and caring. Your heart is clutched and drawn toward the one woman you consider mother.

She is the one you long for in your worst night. Her reassuring words and uplifting spirit can lift the burdens from your heart, and when you triumph you long for her praise.

No one else can take her place in your heart and if she passes too early-any age is too early-you mourn the rest of your life.

My heart is hurting for my granddaughter, Sierra, who just gave birth to little Milani. She had had to have a cesarean section because Milani's heart rate dropped during contractions. She needed her mother to hold her hand and comfort and reassure her, but her mother, my daughter, Becky, had passed away in 2008. Sierra was strong and did a beautiful job but the one pain that was hardest to bare was the fact of the empty chair beside her. Terrance, her husband, and his mother, Rhonda, were beside her all the way, and her brothers were there to support her, and so she smiled and became a woman and a mother. She had done the entire procedure without complaint; she was a tribute to her pioneer stock.

Now she has so many questions that she wants to ask her mother, and her advice would be priceless to Sierra. She wishes that she could just pick up the phone and call her; a wish many of us have. Now she must learn to be a mother on her own but she has been reading for the basic facts and the rest just seems to come naturally. It is beautiful to watch Sierra take care of Milani. Her face shines so bright with love and joy.

I believe that motherhood is given special blessings of endurance and tolerance and a heart that is loving and forgiving. Were it not so, none of us would survive the first two years of life because good mothering takes total commitment to the welfare of the child and a certain strength of purpose.

Sierra will find that she will have access to her mother through her heart. For mothers watch out for their children even after they pass, and the dimension that they are in is mere inches from ourselves. We cannot yet see into this dimension but we can feel it in our being when a loved one draws near to us, and sometimes hear messages of love and guidance when we least expect it. Becky will guide Sierra through her heart and warn her of impending danger. Becky will stand guard over Milani all of her life and prompt Sierra when trouble arises. The mother-child bond is eternal and powerful.

Thank God for our mothers.

VAN GOGH, ENERGY, & LOVE

For years I have admired Vincent Van Gogh's painting, Starry Night. I dreamed that one day I could have a copy of this painting to look at every day and this Channukah my son, David, gave me a copy on stretched canvas. I placed the painting on the wall directly in front of the couch where I sit to write. I had forgotten the physical impact that the energy from this painting has on a person viewing it. I have been completely drawn into this painting and can feel its energy explode in my heart as love and passion for life. All I have is a copy and it affects me deeply, imagine if you were to see the original painting itself; the energy it must exude.

Each of us is an original work of art created by ONE. Each of us radiate raw energy and passion in every act that we do, every word that we speak, and every time we look into another person's eyes. Now the question for us all is what kind of energy we are sending out into the universe; negative or positive? That choice is our's alone and we make the choice every second of our existence and then deal with the consequences of what we have sent out. As we know, energy cannot be destroyed; it is eternal. Therefore the energy from our thoughts, actions, and words are eternal and stretch out into the Cosmos touching and impacting all that they come into contact with. We are then in turn affected by the energy that everything-matter and anti-matter-send out. The entire universe is a living, breathing pulse of energy with frequencies ranging from very negative to very positive and what you send out is what you will attract.

Vincent Van Gogh's art has impacted the world with his great passion for life. We may not be a Van Gogh, but we also effect the Cosmos and every person that we meet. Wisdom dictates that we strive to send out the most positive energy that we can so that everyone we come into contact with will be uplifted and send back to us their positive energy. The alternative is to send out negative energy and then have it return to us as grief, sorrow, and loss. The choice is always your own.  

2013 A YEAR OF POSSIBILITIES

Welcome back my dear friends and may I wish you a very Happy New Year!

Milani Rebecca Brown was born on December 23rd and we spent a week with Sierra helping her out with the new baby.

Now we are back to business and turn ourselves over to a year that I believe will be very rewarding and exciting. I have just completed a cover for the book, Legend of Kor, and as soon as I get the final revisions completed I will submit the book package to Amazon.com and see if I can get it published.

I have made a New Year's resolution to go on the Blood Sugar Solution Diet. I will be taking sugar, dairy, grains, and flour products out of my diet and taking extra supplements. Then there is the daily exercising and three-times-a-week sauna and going for a walk in the sunshine everyday. I am praying that I will daily receive the strength to complete all of these real challenges to my lifestyle and lose weight and gain muscle tissue. It is also supposed to clear the fog from your brain and improve your memory. Today I am preparing for the diet by clearing my house of all the foods and drinks that I can no longer have. I have a real addiction to sugar and caffeine and this will give me a chance to overcome my decided hangups. I'm a little scared that I am too weak to succeed, but every day I am going to journal and I will give you updates on how I am coming along.

This year I will also be writing the third book of The God Games Trilogy; Challenge of Satan. In preparation for this project I am reading Dante Aligiere and John Milton.

We had a wonderful Holiday Season and low and behold, the world is still turning on its axis. Of course the preparations we made for any eventuality will still come in handy because we have had two hurricanes hit us over the last two years and we will need all that we have stored in case of such an occurrence happening again this year. It never hurts to prepare for the worst because then you can relax and let whatever happens come your way.

I want to take just a moment to thank The Holy One, Blessed Be He, for all of the blessings and help He has given us over this last year and ask Him to bless all of us with the righteous desires of our hearts. Now I pray for ideas and thoughts that are worthy of writing to you. My mind has hit a stagnant period and I am having some trouble with writer's block, but with your support I am sure that the mind will once again function normally.

Thank you China, Russia, Germany, and the British Isles for coming on board to our blog, I am so excited that you would take the time to read an American blog and I hope that my ideas do not offend you in any manner, but I promise to be blunt and honest and talk about my real feelings and ideas. I would welcome any comments on how my blog affects you and any corrections if I have negative ideas and suggestions that offend your sensibilities. Each of my readers is very important to me and my aim is to enrich your life with my little ideas and stories.

Thank you for returning to my blog and tomorrow I will have new thoughts to discuss with you. Have a wonderful day!

Christmas Memories

Dearest of friends, I want to thank you for your loyalty, in that you are back right after the holidays. You give me the reason to get up in the morning and write. You inspire me with your interest and have helped me many times to struggle onward. Today I would like to wish you a Happy New Year and may it bring you all of your righteous desires in this very fortunate date of 2013. Thirteen is a spiritual number that brings joy and wealth to your soul, and sometimes to your pocket. But it is definitely a change number and I believe it will have a profound affect on the governments around the world and that there will be a significant rise in communication between the people whose land resides in safety and those who loose their homes. Human hearts will open to the thought that they can help their down and out relatives and there will be much sharing and cooperation between them. Family and friend bonds will strengthen each other in their common goal of being individuals yet be able to help those who are struggling.

As I am contemplating this day I am wildly excited! Today we shall see Baby Milani for the first time and William and I will be spending 5 days with Poppy helping her out. It will be a great bonding experience and I am thrilled to be able to see my second great-grandchild.

WE are a very fortunate to be able to visit Poppy and Baby Milani and share in the miracle of her birth. A chance to whisper in her ear about her brilliant future and all of the joy that will encompass her life. A chance for her to hear all of our love for her.

So, as you can tell, we are on the way to go to Poppy's home in Dover, De. She lives there with her husband, Terrance, and his mother, Rhonda. I hope I fit in to the family and that we can have joyous moments when we talk about past events. I will not be by my computer for 4 days-until January 1st, 2013, but expect to hear about the family interactions, joys and frustration that we encounter at Poppy's home and about a wonderful mother learning her way around the visicitudes of motherhood. Poppy is going to do just great; she has a passion for motherhood and her Milani, that is beautiful to see. I am so proud of her. And Poppy has settled into a good routine.

I hope that you had an absolutely wonderful Christmas and will have a Happy New Year!

I will return to my blog on January 1st, 2013, or before, if there are problems that bring us home.

God bless and keep you in His loving arms and may all of your problems reach His heart so you can be freed of the pain and can find the sense of life once again.

Love, Davalene Hirsch...Happy New Year!!!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

VIEWS OF ALIEN STAR SHIPS

Good morning my dear friend. To catch you up on my little family news, Poppy has gone into labor and little Milani will be born today. Today is the birth date of her great-aunt Carol, who also passed away later in the day after blessing us with the joyous spirit of Christmas time. She was a spirit of joy and I am going to suggest that this little bundle of joy be given the Hebrew name of Rivkah Leah HaSimcha bat Sarah Rachel bat Rivkah Leah Ha Simcha bat Davida Ruth; or Rebecca Leah the Joy, daughter of Sarah Rachel, daughter of Rebecca Leah the Joy, daughter of Davida Ruth. In essence she will be named for her grandmother, Rebecca, both in her given name of Milani Rebecca Brown, and in her Hebrew name. So my heart is filled with joy and gratitude and in this spirit I tell you the stories about my encounter with alien star ships and the story of how my entire family was saved by an unknown entity one dark night on a lonely, winding, mountain road.

One afternoon about 3:00 in the afternoon, in fall of 1999, Bruce and I were heading home up the old dirt road that climbed up 5,000 feet into the sharply pitched mountains were we lived. We were in the white truck with 4-wheel drive which was needed because of the rough quality of the road and by the fact that on both sides of the road were steep drops and you needed to be as sure-footed as possible.

We rounded a turn in the road, and suddenly, coming from the left side of the truck and traveling right above us was what looked like a small comet, trailing flames, and heading directly into the side of the mountain to our right. A steep canyon was between our road and the side of that mountain. I screamed at Bruce to look at the comet and that I was afraid it was going to crash into the side of the mountain to our side. Bruce and I watched the comet head straight for the mountain side. There was no chance for survival of the object because it was traveling at enormous speeds. Just at the moment of impact, right before our eyes, the object disappeared completely.

We sat there and stared at the mountain side and got out of the truck and looked around, but there was nothing to see and no evidence of fire. What can move so fast and then disappear into thin air?

One morning in November of 2003, Ed and I were traveling down a main street in downtown El Cajon, California. Ed was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were stalled in traffic, waiting for a light to change when suddenly, hovering over the hood of our car, was a tiny, perfectly-shaped "flying saucer," made purely out of bright light.  As we sat in our seats, stunned, we watched the tiny ship pass through our windshield, pass between the two of us, and then travel out of the back window and fly away from the car. It happened in "slow motion" and Ed and I watched it closely and carefully and discussed what was happening between us. We were totally shocked because we had never heard of any alien star ship being so described before, but we had observed its motion for the length of the wait for the traffic light to change. It was just a regular, sunshiny day; traffic and people all around us. I have no idea if anyone else saw what we saw, but we could not deny what we had seen, and felt rather blessed to have observed it.

Neither space vehicle made any noise, but both incidents are burned on my brain. Both incidents caused a feeling of peace and tranquility to come into our hearts and we did not go around talking about what we had witnessed because it felt sacred.

When my children were all little, in 1977, all of us were in our little Rambler (five children and myself) heading home to El Cajon, California, from Palm Springs, California. We had been visiting my parents for the Christmas season. Charles, the children's father was overseas in the Navy, so we made the trip by ourselves. I always chose to make the trip at midnight because then the children would sleep throughout the long, three hour, drive. The road we took led through the desert, up into the mountains, and then dropped down steeply into Lakeside, California.

I loved traveling at night because of the deep peace and quiet that surrounded us. We would never pass another car and the road wound slowly through the back-country. I never felt fear because we would all pray for protection before we drove off from my parents and during the drive I would talk with Heavenly Father. You would feel so close to Him out in His world, all alone. And I would also talk to the sky, in general, and welcome any people in the Cosmos to visit with me and I would welcome them with love and acceptance. There were so many stars in the dark, cold night, and I felt so strongly that God had children all over the Cosmos and that one day we would get a chance to meet them, and welcome them. I prayed that if such a situation arose, that I could be a part of it. But I never saw anything unusual in the night sky.

On this cold, winter, evening the children were all bundled up and asleep beside me, and in the back seat. We were almost home and moved slowly along the very winding mountain roads until we were almost to the Lakeside "Drop". This was a sheer drop of 3,000 feet from the mountains around Ramona, down into the valley that is Lakeside. The road had hairpin turns in the last stretch and the nose of the car was pointed straight down. It was at this juncture that I fell sound asleep that night. I guess the warmth of the car had made me drowsy and I had all of the windows rolled up tight so the night air could not brace me.

Suddenly, I came sharply awake. My hands were in my lap and some force, entity, was steering the car using the steering wheel. I observed this as I watched the car travel safely around the sharp curves as we dropped precipitously into the last stretch before Lakeside. I grabbed for the wheel, but there was a force in control of the steering and it did not let go until I was wide awake and back in control of the car. I brought the car to a stop as quickly as I could and pulled over to the side of the road. There I checked my children and then prayed a hearty thanks to God that He had sent His angels to drive the car for us, and save all of our lives. It took me a good half hour before I could get the courage to drive again. I woke up the children and told them how their lives had been saved and we spent all the time it took to get home discussing the phenomenon and thanking God for our lives.

Angels or aliens, or what would your conclusion be?  All I know for sure was that the experience was terrifyingly real and salvation was brought about by the hand of God. That is my testimony.

Have a great eve of Christmas Eve and may all of your dreams come true and may you be deeply blessed. Thank you, ONE, for blessing us all.

THE SONS OF GOD; ALIENS AMONG US

Most scientists are now coming to the conclusion that believing that there is life on other planets is a logical stance. It seems beyond reason that in all of the trillions of star systems there are in existence in the Cosmos, that not one of them contains life of some form.

Scientists are coming to the conclusion that there is a grand force that holds all together in the universe (dark matter/energy), I believe the Grand Force is Love, or ONE.

It is my belief that there are energy forms living on a great many planets in the Cosmos. Some are less advanced than we are at this moment, rather like the Dark Ages on Earth, and there are planets where the citizens are very advanced from our state-no famine, no poverty, and advanced technologies and spirituality. There are citizens of the Cosmos who have developed spiritually and reach out to help other less-advanced societies.

I believe that we have been visited by ancient cultures when we were having grave struggles that-left to our own resources-could have decimated the planet. I believe that ancient aliens have appeared on Earth whenever the physical planet was threatened by cataclysmic events, or humankind had descended into negativity of spirit and had no hope for reaching positive solutions to their problems. When the result of human actions has led humankind to the brink of their own extinction, then human beings have been approached by a race of beings, not greatly different from our own selves. In fact, able to breed with our species. This group of beings have energy forms exactly like our own and worship the great Force that has created, bonds, and unifies the entire Cosmos. We all love and worship the one and only, ONE (no matter the name we give Him/Her-ALL). When our alien brothers and sisters see that Earth is in grave danger physically or spiritually then this is what happens: (Genesis 6:1-4) "And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the Earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. And the Lord said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came into the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown."

So, according to the Bible and other spiritual scriptures from around the world, these "sons of God" come down to Earth and teach us great concepts and give us leadership to bring us back from the brink of destruction.

I believe that we are all spiritual brothers and sisters; all children of ONE and I believe that friends from across the Cosmos have bred with humans over the centuries in order to help us to evolve more quickly into spiritual and technological giants.

Are these citizens from the Cosmos all pure positivity and light, or are they each unique beings, as we are, with those among them that are very negative? I believe that the only difference between us is the amount of knowledge of the Cosmos that we have, and the level of spirituality of our energy forms at this moment. So there will be the good, the bad, and the ugly amongst them. However, I believe that the fact that our planet is still alive and growing spiritually and technologically is proof that they are not here to destroy us, but to help us grow and develop.

Mistakes and misunderstandings will develop amongst us because we are still all living life games with their ups and downs; positivity and negativity. But the theme and force of the entire Cosmos is LOVE and that is what is what we are here to express whether on Earth or on a planet unknown to us.


Tomorrow, my personal experiences with UFOs and an unknown entity.