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I am not Jesus I am Reyna

When you know the planet is not safe, for you to be, you know better. Must be in your best behavior. Making mustberosa true.

The Gospel of Jesus Christ is True

I have had spiritual experiences that I seldomly talk about, I'd rather talk about the Gospel of Jesus Christ to comfort those in need and to comfort my own heart. You see it is written, anyone who preaches another Gospel other than that of our Lord of Jesus Christ is the least in the Kingdom. It has been important for me to remain of in Good Faith. It is upsetting in the form of grievence to know of the secret mysteries in God's Kingdom. You see, you can have all the manifestations of God all around and one can expreince the many spiriutal highs but if we don't seek within, where the Spirit of the Lord reigns, we are nothing at all. We are like a hollow symball, an ocean crashing wave, a seed planed that need to be nurished. So, at times when the memories arise and the moment is present and so far way from the ones that matter other than myself, I do shed a few tears, I do feel the tugging of the love I hold within. I do hold to heart the wonderful moments I expreienced next to my greatest blessings (my own precious children). I am healing as I type of the turth I can testify with my very own life in this moment. God is good and I am blessed to witness his mercy towards me. He says his grace is sufficient and I belive it has been true and therefore is true. I am gracious at all times when I see it and when I don't because I know I am loved by him who has said my grace is sufficient. I am loved beyond all measures because I know there is no law against the fruits of his Spirit, his love for me and towards me, after all he said and promised to me, we are sealed because he first loved me. I am his and he is mine, I am for him because he says he is for me and not against me.

Healing Journal Entry

I think I've realize why I've been in so much emotional pain (I call it angony), when I have every reason and hold everything within as a human soul can possibly have to be on Earth. I am a blessing and blessed to bless with two wonderful loving parents, that I miss and I hope to be with again to stand next to my two siblings. I am the oldest out of three, I have a younger brother and baby sister. A tie of a blessing with my own children, as we know, I have a loving husband we have three amazing children together that are constantly reminding me not to give up the good fight, to find my way back to them, you know to internally match our internal vibrations as before, when it was all good and we know it's not our fault, it's nobody's fault for keeping on living life, that is the purpose of time to make the most and best out of the gift of life on Earth as we pay it forward with our priorities and perfect matching behavior by give testimony of Gods love for us on Earth while we are still alive to testify in spirit and in truth. After all we all hold the key within to reunite, as intended with Higher Power, as One-Big-Happy-Family. I'm also the gifted auntie of a precious nephew, Ezekiel Bravo so we know Gods work on earth is everlasting and unstoppable. And I know, that although we are all protected and living together under our American Flag and under God's Sovereign hand under his will for honoring his name, we all Exalt him, thanks to the Great Sovereign Spirit and Sovereign Powers of the Sovereign God. I know God wants us all to live in Harmony. No one truly knows me for me (for Who I AM) and that has been my greatest pain, perhaps it seems like noone trully knows me because honestly, my children are a reflection of me with my best, we have fulfilled. Its true, you can have all things in the world even the Lords greatest gifts, talents, and blessings, but if you have no love for another you are nothing at all and I've feel like nothing at all, so I know the feeling of emptiness. Then I begin to count on them (you know count my blessings) and I realize I am my parents daughter, my siblings oldest sister, my husbands wife and the mother of three... the auntie to Ezekiel. However, being all alone, to some I appear to be able and capable of living in these conditions away from a loved one, to another I am willing and able to sustain all of the pain on my own,to another I am in their way as interference and hard to control, condition to manage. To another I am overqualified and so to another I am not qualified to meet standards. However, I do know this, I am not living, I am but I appear to be living in the shadow of my own heartfelt desires the my many attempts to be love, loving, and lovable. And I know I have not and cannot give up on my own and on my (two common sense) account, after all I am a dependent. I am pushing for my breakthrough and for good and for all, perhaps a miracle. If the word of God is alive in me surely it is alive in someone else who can meet my end and see me for me and just appreciate me for who I am and who reigns in me.

Amen to this

 There is this one time, my son, Isaac writes to me from San Diego, California, or perhaps he writes from Los Fresnos, Texas and he cares to share facts about the Tower of Pisa in Italy. Looking back, there is something unusual about my son and his interest. Maybe he learned about it in school, maybe he looked it up online, maybe read about it and that's how he care to share, we hardly watched Television, there was no need for it, other than the daily news. Maybe he hopes we get to visit the Tower of Pisa, all of us, together as a family. I do remember, Ms. Solis, his Spanish teacher at SA3... who plans a trip to Europe after his graduation, to travel abroad and we were fine as his parents, but as a family, we deserve to travel together and visit as a family first, we deserve to get to know our own son, Isaac's heart. I mean, if there is anyone that cares about him and his sisters, it is us, his own loving parents and sisters (his own heart). After all, he knew about the Tower of Pisa on his own, and care to share with me his primary caregiver, his own mother, for a reason, we know he's a smart kid from the getgo, not just a season in our life. I did hope then and I do hope now, we get to visit his own words and live to tell about it so that one day his own children can follow his example, he did set the tone for all of us not just me and his sisters. You see, I have good taste, I like quality and I don't settle for less, his dad knows and that's as a result of our upbringing. The continuum process of choosing good and healthy habits with class, standards, and expectations. We are high achievers for a reason. Don't like it, don't blame me go blame Uncle Sam and our Founding Fathers. Anyway, that's enough.

The USA is My HOME & I'm Hometown Proud because...

Isaac set and sets the tone for both of his sisters, I'm proud of you Son. 

I'm happy to be Mrs. Rosa the proud mother of Isaac, Emily, and Lysette. 

 

Confessing

Out of respect for myself (Louie and me) and for my children (our children) and for my now-deceased biological father-in-law, Luis R. Rosa, better known as Louis, according to him. I will share this in his loving memory.

I didn't know much of him, his past, his life with Rachel (the only wife I knew he ever had), but I do know this. He mentions "She suffered a loss" and I can say he did mention "you're going to eat your own words" and I also can say that I saw him in tears as he confessed to me in the year 2000, that he didn't beat, hit, nor bruise his mother (the one that raised him...) as he was accused by one of his own family members. He did serve his time as a result, and I don't know if his tears were tears of grievance or of embarrassment because I asked him if it was true, I had to take his word for it at face value. He did recognize and admit he has a much younger son other than Louie by the name of "Jordan" in Florida, he did not care to mention his mothers' name. And of course, these were all on separate accounts over the last 20 years. 

I bring this up, to offer myself the peace I need at this time. To let him go and to help establish a world order in my own life at this time. He is an essential part of our Family and American History. You see, he admitted his father Raul, had in fact murdered Rosa Rosa (Raul's second wife) from Puerto Rico and that his father Raul did in fact commit suicide as a result of his own doing, his own behavior. I did tell him over the phone during covid19, it had to end and he agrees. 

Mr. Rosa, I call him Mr. Rosa, he always saw himself as a family man and cared to be considered a family man (I saw him, that is to say, I saw that side of him, he was a funny guy with a unique sense of humor). He was and I know he is proud of his grandchildren. He was so excited to know about their accomplishments and he knew they all have it in them to reach their fullest potential, he had high expectations as all and most parents should have and I'm with him on that. He knew so much about American History, I challenged him to get his teaching degree in History, especially since he loves talking about it and he was already retired. I told him to make it a new hobby, and he sounded like he would consider it. He knew it wasn't about the money but prestige. You see, Louis, he never stopped being Louie's father nor stop loving him, is just that in his dominating world, he was and became his own master after his divorce. He was not perfect but he did try his best. He was happy not having to re-merry, he struggled, he had roommates, he had to bike-ride, however, he loved his freedom to roam and not be questioned. I can see how he felt that way, he did become a Marine, that's how he wooed Louie's mom in the first place, Rachel M. Viramontes, according to some letters that he, as in, Mr. Rosa (Louis) wrote to her while he was serving his time in the service. 

Rachel passed down those letters to Louie and I'm like dude that's nothing but bad news if your parents aren't together any longer, in my mind of course. She tried to transfer her yoke upon her own son and it's wrong. Those letters hold no value, the person who wrote them is to be of value, that's why I say "Rachel is a Bitch" she made Louie's dad look bad in front of her own son when in reality to her and for her it was all about her on her end and what she wanted out of life for herself at all cost, she had no consideration for the real father of her own children, and grandchildren (by cheating them from their own mother), very selfish of her part. I'm happy to say, My Father-In-Law, Louis, agrees that "Rachel is a Bitch", he admits, "I know she is." She was an annoying nosy mother-in-law to me and very deceitful. She cheated her way. However, Mr. Rosa, Louies Dad, does have a good heart, like Ms. Michelle (I don't remember her last name, but I do know she has a daughter named Harley in Florida from back in 2004) as she claimed at face value to me in my presence. He ultimately paid the price with his own life in order for me to write these words in the form of confession, so that God gets all the Glory and no one else, and to clear his name. Facts are facts, fact is a train of a fact.   

Anyway, I need to eat healthy meals and we all need answers and we all need to be honest with our-independent and own esteem, in order to smoothly move forward and advance in peace as a family united by Love. I did mention to my son, Isaac, that his grandfather was not a perfect man and that no one is truly perfect in the sight of men, but that in fact, he was his grandfather. Rachel did in fact have a son before she conceived Louie, and she named Louie after her own deceased firstborn son. 

I always questioned Louie, why his mother would name him after her deceased firstborn son, knowing that the death certificate has him as a Jr,... I did say, shouldn't you be like Luis R. Rosa Jr. the I or the II. His best and stupid answer "I don't know" is the same stupid answer Rachel gives when you discover her demeanor and true intention. Rachel once apologizes to me and I ask what for, her reply "I don't know." The thumb-sucking give-away, was enough for me to know better. 

Anyway, I was upset once because my father-in-law Louis, disrespected me in my home and house located at Millers Ridge in San Antonio, TX. Right after I had delivered Emily, and Louie was about to get ready to go to recruiting school. My father-in-law wanted to come and stay with me in my home the entire time my husband Louie was in school. Louis my father-in-law wanted to stay as a guest in my home, with me, my newborn, and Isaac, my oldest without his own son, the father of my children and who happens to also be my husband. That was an indisputable, NO! 

It wasn't happening and it did not happen, I didn't excuse myself, but I told Louie that I did not feel comfortable having someone he didn't know (such as his own estranged father)  much less someone I (personally) don't know to stay in my home with me and my kids, while he would be away in another state. I mean, I remind Louie, I "breastfeed" (I'm nursing) my newborn, I'm not having a man I personally don't know nor trust around invading my privacy.  

There is so much more to it, but I was so here I am hoping to eat my positive words and secrete the ones that no longer serve us in the form of peace-making with our overall past. 

Louis did admit meeting Norma Jean from San Antonio, TX where they both end up and live together in Florida for a while. I got to speak to Norma Jean over the phone when we lived in Texas back in 2003 and right before he met and traveled down to Las Vegas with Ms. Michelle. And of course, Norma Jean made contact with me when my family, meaning Louie the kids, and I, moved to the Great Lakes area due to Louies Military new career as an AMEDD Recruiter.

Anyway, I do remember Louie mentioning to me, "my dad asked me if you were sickly" when we were still living at Millers Ridge and of course, Louie told him that I wasn't, I thought it was strange. I can say when that occurred, they both asked if I had some "pinsas" they could borrow... they must have been working on a small project in the garage or something, just randomly out of nowhere. I was like no, I just have the tweezers that I use to pluck my eyebrows. And of course, they borrow. 

That's enough confessing for today. But before I say goodbye, for now, I have to say, Emily's birth certificate reads her father's name as Luis R. Rosa without the Jr., Hence why I know I need to correct what deems needed to be corrected and establish proper relationships like my inlaw once suggested. I tried to get the name amended to read Jr. like it is displayed on Isaac's birth certificate and Lysette's birth certificate, but it's just a hard time to do so at this time. 

Somehow, the LORD made sure in his good book, the name of Luis R. Rosa was written well with the birth of and death of Louie's real biological father, as we know him to be Louis.