Secrets of a Broken Heart

Life After Death

The journey to recovering our hidden past is as painful as having open-heart surgery, and or as hard as digging in old historic ruins, to see what we will find while sifting through the sands of time, or the wait, to see if the body will accept or reject the new heart. In our society today unless you are a historian digging old ruins to find out answers from the past or truly need a heart transplant to live, we don’t search for more in self or out there.

I talk about open-heart surgery because I know a little about it, even though I am not a doctor nor have I studied to be one, nor have had a physical heart transplant myself. I only know what I feel in my heart, because it comes to me from my inner child. By feeling what she herself has lived through, I know things I should not know; yet know them, because she is the heart donor and the one who tells me and allows me to feel her. And just like the patients who have had heart transplant talk about taking on the feelings and most times even the traits of the donor, the one who gave them their new heart.

We know our self by knowing our parents, when we know where we come from, then we can live who we are.

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	Life After Death The journey to recovering our hidden past is as painful as having open-heart surgery, and or as hard as digging in old historic ruins, to see what we will find while sifting through the sands of time, or the wait, to see if the body will accept or reject the new heart. In our society today unless you are a historian digging old ruins to find out answers from the past or truly need a heart transplant to live, we don’t search for more in self or out there. I talk about open-heart surgery because I know a little about it, even though I am not a doctor nor have I studied to be one, nor have had a physical heart transplant myself. I only know what I feel in my heart, because it comes to me from my inner child. By feeling what she herself has lived through, I know things I should not know; yet know them, because she is the heart donor and the one who tells me and allows me to feel her. And just like the patients who have had heart transplant talk about taking on the feelings and most times even the traits of the donor, the one who gave them their new heart. We know our self by knowing our parents, when we know where we come from, then we can live who we are. You are on English Page 16/ Continue page 17 I thank God that what was stored in my inner child’s heart was love, love for her son. Even though I don’t remember the time and date of his birth, I remember and feel each heartbeat of the child-mother and her son, I feel each memory in my heart, mind and body and it has changed me and my life. I also know that a little of me, of my DNA is left in my son, we have the same eyes and I pray he has and feels in him the heart of his child-mother.