Thursday, May 9, 2013

Amanda Berry a Heroine, Charles Ramsey a Hero and a Mother's Day Dedication

It is interesting to note how in the past two weeks, we have had two decade old mysteries cleared up, with a total of five people now resurfacing. First we had the mother who "snapped" and walked away from her family show up after being "missing" for eleven years, and now we have the Amanda Berry story.

These unrelated occurrences are no doubt related to Saturn being in Scorpio. As Soul-Astrologer, Mark Borax had written, during Saturn's stay in Scorpio, all things hidden will be revealed. This constellation is in effect until February 2014, so don't be surprised if more hidden mysteries become the news of the day.

My wish if for more of the stories to be like this one of Amanda Berry's.

While we all may see why Amanda Berry is the heroine of her own story, we may overlook the neighbor, Charles Ramsey who helped Amanda Berry break out of the house.
  
Charles Ramsey said, I knew something was wrong. When you see a pretty, young white girl run into the arms of a black man, you know something's wrong!

The Lookout, reported the story by Dylan Stableford, Senior Media Reporter for yahoo!news: 

Charles Ramsey, the neighbor who helped free the women, said the front door appeared to have an elaborate lock on it, too.

"I'm trying to get the door open, I can't, because he torture-chambered it some kind of way and locked it up," Ramsey told CNN's Anderson Cooper on Tuesday. "So I did what I had to do and kicked the bottom of the door, and she crawled out of it."

It is Mr. Ramsey's words, "I did what I had to do," that show his heroic nature. When we do what we have to do for the well-being of another soul, we become heroic.

Who knows why it was Amanda Berry, and not one of the other ladies who was able to escape her boundaries, and gain freedom? 

Perhaps there are many reasons why, and I would venture to say, that the fact that she is a mother has a lot to do with it.

A poem inspired by Amanda Berry and dedicated to her and her mother.

Who but a mother would wish freedom more for her child, then for herself?

Who but a mother, would care more for a child's well-being and health?

Who but a mother could live for a child? And who but a mother would die for her loss?

For only a mother's imagination run's wild, when her heart must be free for her child's good cause.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY



Rejoice,
Lisa