"A Legacy of Our Love" (Saints & Haints, Chapter 27)

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In November 2022, more contradictory messages arrive as A is impersonated, and he pushes me to begin writing Saints & Haints.

Chapter 27
A Legacy of Our Love

I wasn't sure if I was going to write a book about the strange events of 2022. I had been derailed, by going back to work, even from keeping up with my blog. Then all this stuff had happened with A; and, while I thought it was noteworthy, I was confused at first about whether or not it was supposed to be a secret, mostly because of the Hieroglyphics readings. After those messages, I'd decided not to write anything about these experiences, at least not for publication. I had, however, written my journal entries, and I was toying with the idea of writing a Bible/Mythology commentary eventually.

In mid-November, however, A got onto me about writing this book. He indicated that I needed to get started. He seemed to want our story to be told, and he seemed to think there was some valuable information within it as well. At first, he communicated that I should tell the truth, mostly, even about our romantic feelings; but to leave it at that. No ring, no marriage talk, he seemed to explain; only that he was watching over me, and that he loved me. It had always been implied that there was something secret, something forbidden, about this relationship. I told him,
"No one's going to believe it anyway." 

I was definitely bothered by the fact that A was either no longer entirely himself, or else he was regularly being impersonated, by the time he asked me to start writing. I had begun referring to either Right-A or Wrong-A in my journal entries, because so frequently the "A" who communicated with me was mean and nasty; as often, by that time, as he was sweet and romantic. Still, I began writing, at his request, not really knowing how to approach this complicated subject matter. I prayed for guidance in my writing as well.
Sensing my uncertainty, I suppose, "Right A," communicated that he wanted this book left on Earth, as a legacy of our love.
"Okay," I said, "That's a good enough reason."


On the morning of November 16th, I woke up with a terrible sinus headache. I sensed that A had watched over me all throughout my long sleep, and that he was still with me. As I was sitting around trying to feel better and begin my day, the animation of A popped up in my field of vision from time to time, just making casual conversation. At one point, I said to him,
"I would like to stay on the phone like this all the time, and just put you on hold whenever I need to, but I realize that might be demanding and selfish of me, so if that's not possible, I understand. I'm going to need to put you on hold right now though..."
I said that last part because I needed to make a phone call, with an actual phone, to the tire shop. I saw the animation of him then, with a big smile --on something much more like his original face-- leaning on a countertop. He was holding the receiver of an old school landline phone with one hand, and drumming his fingertips on the countertop with the other, as if to say,
"Yeah, okay, I'll hold."
I giggled as I searched for the phone number I needed.
"What's your phone number?" I thought flirtatiously. As a response, I saw the same image of him on the phone, with a "phone number" written in the air, except there were hearts instead of digits. I didn't trouble myself too much with discerning the spirit of that communication; that one was too sweet not to have been Right A.