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YOU ARE ME, I AM YOU By C.A. Mason
This book focuses on one of the most popular subjects in the universe – LOVE. More specifically, it’s about soul mates and twin souls. The majority of us want to find our twin soul, that special soul mate, or kindred spirit with whom to share our life’s journey. If you are still searching for your soul mate or twin soul, or perhaps questioning why your relationship has lost some of it’s glitter, then your answers may be right here. Read the first chapter below. eBook available from Smashwords, Amazon and many other online retailers. Or from this page. Editing and set-up by GONDOR WRITERS' CENTRE |
1
The Background
In the early part of 2001, I met my other half whom I believe to be my twin ray. Let me take
you on our journey. I will show you how universal karmic forces can conspire to
assist in helping these twin souls reconnect.
Then I met my present husband, I was only three months out of a horrendous finish to my
second marriage. The ex-husband and I had run two businesses together for many years. In early 2000, he met somebody else, who, unfortunately, lived not far from the site of our companies. After a short while, I learned that this woman was paraded in front of our employees and work colleagues most days after I had left work.
I had our son, Jeremy, when I was 41. He was a planned baby. I previously suffered a miscarriage when I was 40, so my biological clock was running out. We were both thrilled to have a son.
I had a daughter during my first marriage. We lost her when I was 27. She was a victim
of medical misadventure from an instrument birth that went horribly wrong and she consequently suffered from cerebral palsy. Tragically, she passed away not long after turning five years of age. She is still sadly missed.
During my second marriage, we lived in a townhouse that my mother left to me when she died
in 1990. The only reason I didn’t leave the marriage when I found out about the affair was because the house was mortgaged for the business, and I believed I would have been left solely with the debt.
My father had passed away in May 2000 and, after a number of awful events that year, our
marital situation finally came to the crunch towards the end of October. Our son, who was five years old at the time, had started school in late August. I would deliver him to and pick him up from school every day. On the day our marriage ended, my ex-husband was out doing a job, which involved servicing a commercial scrubbing machine. He told me to contact him when I was driving home. When I did ring him, he said that he had picked up Jeremy from school,
and that I was to go home and wait for someone to call me to explain everything. It all sounded ominous and threatening.
Obviously, I smelled a rat. When I returned home, I was utterly shocked to find half the
contents of the house had been removed. When I rang him, he calmly said that someone would come to the door to explain. Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door and, as expected, the person standing there was a legal clerk to deliver separation and custody papers. I immediately rang a solicitor I had been in contact with some time before, when things were sticky. He put me in touch with a barrister to assist me to get my son returned to his rightful
home.
His father had not only removed Jeremy from a school that we had both agreed on when he turned five, but he put Jeremy into a school of his own choice, which was in the vicinity of where he had underhandedly rented a house. Suddenly having my son removed from my care and his school, and not being able to see or speak to him, was the second worst event in my life. The death of my daughter was the worst.
I had already been through the mill, enough to last a lifetime, as the previous marriage had
also broken down. My daughter’s father met somebody else and remarried before our daughter passed away. So after the sadness of a miscarriage, having a healthy baby boy like Jeremy was such a precious gift.
We had our custody case in the family court arranged for the following week. I learnt that
judges won’t tolerate one parent taking the law into their hands. Jeremy’s father also perjured himself and could have been jailed. It didn’t make him popular with the judge. He was ordered to return our son to me.
I was granted main custody of our son with his father having shared custody every second
weekend and half of the school holidays. The whole business psychologically damaged Jeremy for some time afterwards. He didn’t want to be left alone with somebody else. He preferred to be with his father or me. When things cooled down after the court case and we were speaking again, we juggled the custody arrangement around our weekend activities.
When the husband had his items removed from my house, he took a stereo and some camera
gear which had belonged to my late father. However, the universe saw to divine retribution by way of karma and he was burgled on two occasions while living in the rented house. The items he stole from me were in turn stolen from him.
Not long after all this, I met a guy whom I felt comfortable with, but the relationship wasn’t
fulfilling. It didn’t have that element of excitement that we tend to look for and expect from a new relationship. We visited each other apart from dating and one day I found myself inexplicably running from his place. I explained to him that I had to go. I couldn’t drive my car out of there fast enough, but the really strange part about it was that I didn’t know why I was acting in that manner. The only way I can explain what happened was that it was like an
unknown force somehow tearing me away from him.
It was a relief to escape at the time, but later in the day, I wasn’t very pleased with myself.
The act went against everything I was brought up to be. I continued to act impulsively that day and I was really missing my son. I went into my business premises seeking some kind of solace, but going there didn’t help. I rang Jeremy’s father, who lived not far from our workplace to see if I could pop in and visit Jeremy. When I went around there, I was offered a coffee and so I sat
down at the dining table. Relations between us were reasonably amicable by that time.
On the table in front of me were about two pages of classified advertisements, which had been
removed from a tabloid newspaper. I casually looked them over while waiting for my coffee. The ex-husband said that I might as well take them home if I wished to look at them more closely. He suggested that I would never know what I might find. How true that turned out to be.
The Background
In the early part of 2001, I met my other half whom I believe to be my twin ray. Let me take
you on our journey. I will show you how universal karmic forces can conspire to
assist in helping these twin souls reconnect.
Then I met my present husband, I was only three months out of a horrendous finish to my
second marriage. The ex-husband and I had run two businesses together for many years. In early 2000, he met somebody else, who, unfortunately, lived not far from the site of our companies. After a short while, I learned that this woman was paraded in front of our employees and work colleagues most days after I had left work.
I had our son, Jeremy, when I was 41. He was a planned baby. I previously suffered a miscarriage when I was 40, so my biological clock was running out. We were both thrilled to have a son.
I had a daughter during my first marriage. We lost her when I was 27. She was a victim
of medical misadventure from an instrument birth that went horribly wrong and she consequently suffered from cerebral palsy. Tragically, she passed away not long after turning five years of age. She is still sadly missed.
During my second marriage, we lived in a townhouse that my mother left to me when she died
in 1990. The only reason I didn’t leave the marriage when I found out about the affair was because the house was mortgaged for the business, and I believed I would have been left solely with the debt.
My father had passed away in May 2000 and, after a number of awful events that year, our
marital situation finally came to the crunch towards the end of October. Our son, who was five years old at the time, had started school in late August. I would deliver him to and pick him up from school every day. On the day our marriage ended, my ex-husband was out doing a job, which involved servicing a commercial scrubbing machine. He told me to contact him when I was driving home. When I did ring him, he said that he had picked up Jeremy from school,
and that I was to go home and wait for someone to call me to explain everything. It all sounded ominous and threatening.
Obviously, I smelled a rat. When I returned home, I was utterly shocked to find half the
contents of the house had been removed. When I rang him, he calmly said that someone would come to the door to explain. Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door and, as expected, the person standing there was a legal clerk to deliver separation and custody papers. I immediately rang a solicitor I had been in contact with some time before, when things were sticky. He put me in touch with a barrister to assist me to get my son returned to his rightful
home.
His father had not only removed Jeremy from a school that we had both agreed on when he turned five, but he put Jeremy into a school of his own choice, which was in the vicinity of where he had underhandedly rented a house. Suddenly having my son removed from my care and his school, and not being able to see or speak to him, was the second worst event in my life. The death of my daughter was the worst.
I had already been through the mill, enough to last a lifetime, as the previous marriage had
also broken down. My daughter’s father met somebody else and remarried before our daughter passed away. So after the sadness of a miscarriage, having a healthy baby boy like Jeremy was such a precious gift.
We had our custody case in the family court arranged for the following week. I learnt that
judges won’t tolerate one parent taking the law into their hands. Jeremy’s father also perjured himself and could have been jailed. It didn’t make him popular with the judge. He was ordered to return our son to me.
I was granted main custody of our son with his father having shared custody every second
weekend and half of the school holidays. The whole business psychologically damaged Jeremy for some time afterwards. He didn’t want to be left alone with somebody else. He preferred to be with his father or me. When things cooled down after the court case and we were speaking again, we juggled the custody arrangement around our weekend activities.
When the husband had his items removed from my house, he took a stereo and some camera
gear which had belonged to my late father. However, the universe saw to divine retribution by way of karma and he was burgled on two occasions while living in the rented house. The items he stole from me were in turn stolen from him.
Not long after all this, I met a guy whom I felt comfortable with, but the relationship wasn’t
fulfilling. It didn’t have that element of excitement that we tend to look for and expect from a new relationship. We visited each other apart from dating and one day I found myself inexplicably running from his place. I explained to him that I had to go. I couldn’t drive my car out of there fast enough, but the really strange part about it was that I didn’t know why I was acting in that manner. The only way I can explain what happened was that it was like an
unknown force somehow tearing me away from him.
It was a relief to escape at the time, but later in the day, I wasn’t very pleased with myself.
The act went against everything I was brought up to be. I continued to act impulsively that day and I was really missing my son. I went into my business premises seeking some kind of solace, but going there didn’t help. I rang Jeremy’s father, who lived not far from our workplace to see if I could pop in and visit Jeremy. When I went around there, I was offered a coffee and so I sat
down at the dining table. Relations between us were reasonably amicable by that time.
On the table in front of me were about two pages of classified advertisements, which had been
removed from a tabloid newspaper. I casually looked them over while waiting for my coffee. The ex-husband said that I might as well take them home if I wished to look at them more closely. He suggested that I would never know what I might find. How true that turned out to be.