CHAPTER ONE : PREDESTINY
Most people start from the day they were born. But remember being in utero. I had many plans in the year 1980. Yet, no one told me Regan was running.I remember thinking out my future life. I was trying to remember all of the hardships I was going to have to face this time. I just kept finding myself loosing my memory. It was 9 months, and I still hadn't remembered much. So I turned around cause I did remember that below me was a trap door. I stayed in utero another month,little did I know my free will was changing my predestiny. In stead of being an Aquarius, I was too busy trying to recollect myself, I became a Pisces,on the 28th of Feburary. I used to joke and tell my mom what you could have waited one more day?
Now, that I am a mother, I understand the reason she had a cesaerian section. My daughter was born 4 weeks early. Sorry, but I did not want a Scorpio daughter, if that happened I would never be able to teach her anything, because my motherly sense would have let her run the gammet on me.(She would dominate my existence, and make alll my decisions, as well.) So, I opted for the model in Libra, social, weather-go-lightly-kinda flakey, and indecisive. My only task will be to get her to feel empathy for others. Scorpio does not have that problem, but I am good at showing people how to be compassionate. I just could not deal with the sharp tough of a Scorpio, towards their mothers. I have seen it in action, and I know that one day I would do something to hear some geniusly, orchestrated burn that would crush my poor soul.
At the time of my birth, there were no men that would claim to be my father. Although, my mother's husband at the time was from India, my sperm donor was from Shallowater, and the future Mr. Ex- was jewish and amazingly in the same area as well.
All of these suitors wanted my mother and me. But she opted for the Scorpio in Redneck Paint. As a result, my brother was born. Mr. Paul was born on Buddy Holly's birthday in the hometown of Buddy Holly. He has Down's Syndrome and spiritually I think he is my father. It was like I was too scared to be here alone but they would not let someonetake care of me, so they sent a familiar face who I would have no problems looking after forever. Even though he is younger, he is very, very old. He greets people by tipping his hat and kisses women's hands when he meets them. We never taught him that, it is deep down to the snyapse.
As for the memories, they faded like morning glories.Occasionally, I would remember that celestial beings made us insane by directly communicating with us. But it took me a whole 10 months to learn to speak. It was quite frustrating. By that time I was trying to figure out how to tell my mother how I got there. She was not hearin it. She would says things like that's nice, sweetie. While I was trying to figure out how to get back through the door, down the light. But it was like the dimentional doors where exit only. Which made me very depressed.
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