While pregnant with Justin I did not know the baby's gender; even so, I chose to only pick out a boys name!
Justin for the baby's first name, Vance, after my step father, for the middle name, DeSha, my maiden name, as my father passed three years prior to Justin's birth and of course the birth fathers last name Overcash.
On the way to the hospital Justin's father kept asking was I absolutely certain that we should not have a girls name prepared? I kept saying no; on his fifth annoying and redundant question I uncontrollably shouted, "OKAY! FINE! Justine Vanessa!!" Adding much more loudly, "BUT IT'S NOT GONNA BE A GIRL!"
Hey I was experiencing contractions what do you want from me; civility? If you knew him; he is extremely annoying by nature I truly feel [under the circumstances] I held it together very well!! Chocking him went through my mind several times; however, he was driving and I was doing my contraction thing!
Oh for a young girls sake I hoped it was not going to be a girl; all of a sudden all I could hear in my mind was my voice shouting, "Justine Vanessa" and kept thinking I did not quite believe I could handle having a daughter with this name combination! Now I really wanted to smack him for the mental anguish on top of contractions!
The 'only a boy' issue came about naturally on my part; #1~I just knew I was having a BOY. #2~I have four brothers of my own as well as many more male cousins [double] than female and Justin's father had one sibling; a brother, #3 I was carrying the baby low~BOY, and #4 a dream assured me that I was carrying a boy. A dream you say; yes a dream an announcing dream and a most unsettling dream.
You may think it an 'old wives tale' or just believe it to be nonsense but for those who have an open mind there are many unexplainable occurrences in this world and one just has to take a leap of faith.
Google~ *Announcing Dream ~
In my eighth month [you can believe or disbelieve me] I had such a dream; however, I would awaken from my *announcing dream shattered, crying and fearing for my future child. My dream was so vivid even to this day I have never forgotten one detail. This dream bothered me from that day and still does because my dream of Justin's announcing came true.
During my sleep [and as you have probably also said in referring to an intense dream, "It felt so real!"] their was a toddler standing in front of me. I cannot tell you anything of what was in the surroundings I was so intent upon looking at this child. He was so beautiful so fair complected, beautiful blue eyes [but they did not hold a look of happiness there was no expression at all], his hair was so blonde and curly, he wore red corduroy overalls and a pale yellow turtle neck. He was holding his left hand on his left side under his rib cage and his right hand was atop his left. I remember looking at him and cocking my head to the right as if I were puzzled and it was then he held out his hands toward me and his hands were covered with blood. This is when I woke crying hysterically and told Justin's father of this horrible dream. Justin was born shortly afterward on May 1, 1988.
On January 11, 2011 when Justin was murdered by a Prince Georges County, MD career criminal
Justin was shot twice on his left side right below his rib cage in the precise place the toddler
of my unforgettable announcing dream of 22 years earlier.
The holidays? I am happy they have passed; sad that they will come again. I successfully hid from everything and everyone; I know I cannot continue to handle the holidays hiding in my home [and not answering the phone] for the remainder of my life but without Justin life is not fun anymore.
Honey I miss you...and Justin you know I will forever love you [bigger than the universe]! momma
Justin for the baby's first name, Vance, after my step father, for the middle name, DeSha, my maiden name, as my father passed three years prior to Justin's birth and of course the birth fathers last name Overcash.
On the way to the hospital Justin's father kept asking was I absolutely certain that we should not have a girls name prepared? I kept saying no; on his fifth annoying and redundant question I uncontrollably shouted, "OKAY! FINE! Justine Vanessa!!" Adding much more loudly, "BUT IT'S NOT GONNA BE A GIRL!"
Hey I was experiencing contractions what do you want from me; civility? If you knew him; he is extremely annoying by nature I truly feel [under the circumstances] I held it together very well!! Chocking him went through my mind several times; however, he was driving and I was doing my contraction thing!
Oh for a young girls sake I hoped it was not going to be a girl; all of a sudden all I could hear in my mind was my voice shouting, "Justine Vanessa" and kept thinking I did not quite believe I could handle having a daughter with this name combination! Now I really wanted to smack him for the mental anguish on top of contractions!
The 'only a boy' issue came about naturally on my part; #1~I just knew I was having a BOY. #2~I have four brothers of my own as well as many more male cousins [double] than female and Justin's father had one sibling; a brother, #3 I was carrying the baby low~BOY, and #4 a dream assured me that I was carrying a boy. A dream you say; yes a dream an announcing dream and a most unsettling dream.
You may think it an 'old wives tale' or just believe it to be nonsense but for those who have an open mind there are many unexplainable occurrences in this world and one just has to take a leap of faith.
Google~ *Announcing Dream ~
*"A concept relating to reincarnation.
When a soul is ready to reincarnate, it will announce itself, often to
the woman pregnant with the soul’s future body. Sometimes, however,
another person—such as the future child’s father or other relative—will
have the announcing dream. Implies that the soul of a person does not
enter the body at inception.
In my eighth month [you can believe or disbelieve me] I had such a dream; however, I would awaken from my *announcing dream shattered, crying and fearing for my future child. My dream was so vivid even to this day I have never forgotten one detail. This dream bothered me from that day and still does because my dream of Justin's announcing came true.
During my sleep [and as you have probably also said in referring to an intense dream, "It felt so real!"] their was a toddler standing in front of me. I cannot tell you anything of what was in the surroundings I was so intent upon looking at this child. He was so beautiful so fair complected, beautiful blue eyes [but they did not hold a look of happiness there was no expression at all], his hair was so blonde and curly, he wore red corduroy overalls and a pale yellow turtle neck. He was holding his left hand on his left side under his rib cage and his right hand was atop his left. I remember looking at him and cocking my head to the right as if I were puzzled and it was then he held out his hands toward me and his hands were covered with blood. This is when I woke crying hysterically and told Justin's father of this horrible dream. Justin was born shortly afterward on May 1, 1988.
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| Justin Christmas 1989 he was 19 months old and looking [swag] before there was [swag]! |
On January 11, 2011 when Justin was murdered by a Prince Georges County, MD career criminal
Justin was shot twice on his left side right below his rib cage in the precise place the toddler
of my unforgettable announcing dream of 22 years earlier.
The holidays? I am happy they have passed; sad that they will come again. I successfully hid from everything and everyone; I know I cannot continue to handle the holidays hiding in my home [and not answering the phone] for the remainder of my life but without Justin life is not fun anymore.
Honey I miss you...and Justin you know I will forever love you [bigger than the universe]! momma
What an amazing and terrible experience. You are a strong, brave mother/woman/soul. ♥
The number 11 is what’s called a Master number as is 22. The double (11:11) and triple (1:11 and/or 111) 11′s, such as what millions if not billions of people around the world have (many still are) seeing for the past twenty-five or so years, were a higher frequency message and physical plane reminder to all of humanity. That message was that major changes (all having to do with the completion of one long Evolutionary Cycle and the start of a new, higher another one) would end/begin with humanity living and moving through November 11, 2011 — 11-11-11. Seeing these numbers and number combinations have been a sort of spiritual reminder to humanity that massive planet and species-wide evolutionary “Ascension” changes were happening.
The day your son was killed was 1-11-11 which was also what I would call a portal or gate or exit point day. In years past Eclipses were also often exit points for souls who intended to physically die and leave their lives/bodies/loved ones in this world, dimension and timeline. (These portals and exit points are also days where other things, other souls, other energies can easily enter this dimension and world too.) These types of things are always pre-incarnational decisions the soul makes for multiple reasons, as do the other souls involved with that soul such as yourself and the rest of your family etc. These types of insane tragedies where someone is suddenly removed from this world seems to the rest of us to be an “accident” but they never are. The many reasons why your son chose to die in this manner on that portal day are reasons that only he and his High Self, the Divine, and the rest of your blood family know at the deepest inner levels of soul awareness.
The number combination of 11:11 meant that an energetic opening, a portal or gate or exit/entrance point was occurring and higher frequency energies were coming in through it and down into this dimension to positively affect and evolve humanity and humanities consciousness and their bodies etc. I suspect that 1-11-11 was the start of this Ascension related Process at a much higher level than had been able to physically happen previous. I also know that many souls have, over these past twenty-five Ascension years leading up to 12-21-12, decided to exit their physical bodies and continue doing their individual spiritual Work from a nonphysical level, dimension and body. There are no incorrect soul choices and all Paths are The Path.
22 is also a Master number and it’s often been represented by the 22 Paths of the Tree of Life; the 22 Trump cards — energetics and archetypes or manifestations — of the Tarot. 22 is a higher octave of the number 4 and is raised to a very elevated state and frequency. 22 also has to do with starting to work or build on NEW things, NEW lives, a NEW world.
The fact that your son was 22 years old when he physically exited his body on 1-11-11 is very powerful and meaningful on many levels and no doubt for many, many reasons. I get the sense that he was an “Indigo” and this could have been one reason why he was consciously aware enough at age 6 to know what he was going to focus on, work on, become during this incarnation. Most souls who incarnate with more conscious awareness like this are “old souls” incarnate on 3D Earth again for very specific reasons to both learn things themselves, but to also help or teach their families and other loved ones whatever it is that they also chose to learn, to feel, to experience and so on. Some souls teach us by leaving us instead of remaining with us. ♥
♥ Hugs to you and yours,
Denise