The evening of June 4th, 1981, is when Gina and I first "saw" each other in this lifetime-dimension (on Earth.) I will always remember "the voice" I heard *in my soul* upon driving down to Pulaski that night: "I AM YOUR TRUE." (It *may* have been "I AM, YOU'RE TRUE"— but there was no direct sensation of that word being a contraction, although I was puzzling over both the structure of the sentence *as well as* the *unique* inner-vibration that it produced— Imagine one's *soul* echoing, as if something *exceptionally* *powerful* had been *powerfully* spoken (as if via an old-school speaker with a diaphragm) inside the "cave of one's soul."

I'll be needing to put out a few tweets in the general Mississauga area of Toronto, Ontario, that she may get the "hint" that I am still open to marrying her.

At any rate, last night, there was a peculiar dream wherein the dreamer was in a structure *similar* to that of a home, *similar* to that of something between a mobile home and a foundation-built home. The problem was, that parts of the floor were "soggy," and that it was very essential to walk upon the wooden "studs" (beams) beneath the flooring (which may have been made of pressed particle board.) The dreamer was addressing this need for walking carefully with someone else inside the home when the dream ended, clarity 8-, although the feel of that contrast in flooring was around 9+.

That's about it. There was another dream before waking, having something to do with comparison & contrast, but it was nearly evaporated already upon waking.

On Sunday, June 4, 2023 at 8:39:23 AM UTC-5, Richard Silk wrote:
> The evening of June 4th, 1981, is when Gina and I first "saw" each other in this lifetime-dimension (on Earth.) I will always remember... <snip>

I suppose it would be more in the spirit of a "Happy Anniversary" to *also* recall my impression(s) at first seeing Gina: I was stepping out of the right rear passenger door of a friend's mother's car, in the parking area of Jack Deere Field, located within Sam Davis Park, in Pulaski, Tennessee.

It was the night of Gina's high school graduation commencement exercise (for the GCHS Class of '81.)

As I was exiting the car, my head / gaze was swiveling from the far right ("behind me") towards the straight ahead (straight out of the right side of the car) towards the left (ahead of the car, which was the direction of travel to get to the field where the exercise was being held.)

A short distance away, towards the "right rear of the car" (to my right, as I started the head swing) I saw a *FLASH!* of purple light, as if like lightning, and that was enough to *catch* my attention to the point of noticing Gina, having stepped out of her mother's car (from what must've been the left rear passenger seat? Either that, or she'd walked ahead of another car that was already parked, which is more likely) and I can only imagine that she must've been looking in my direction at some moment, or perhaps I'd stepped "in front of" the direction of her gaze.

Either way, much, *MUCH* history proceeds from that point.

Just sayin', she became *the* central focus of my thoughts from that point forward. It's been "quite a journey" to get from my brain to my heart, but it's been exceptionally memorable, to say the least!

Happy Anniversary, Gina ❤️

(PS: for those who care to read more, there's a chapter on this in the (*raw*) PDF version of the book, "Thy Kingdom Come"— available at https://tinyurl.com/TKC-FreeView .)