This monrinng I came upon posts I published last August. I am a-mazed! A Rosicrucian door has been opened. The parralels between Pan’s Labyrinth and these posts, are – astounding!

Yesterday was my late mother’s birthday. She was named Rosemary Rosamond. Heather was born on the same day. She was named Heather Marie Delpiano, she put in the arms of a dark and brutal man whose family was connected to the Sicilian mobe. Her mother knew Randolph Delpiano was not Heather’s father. Randy died childless. He was a poisoned frog put in my families bed of flowers. Heather Rose.

When Tyler Hunt was born, his father was not present. Ryan Hunt stayed up all night getting drunk with his buds. He wanted Heather to get an abortion. He did not want to be a father. As soon as I could afford it, I went to see my newborn grandson in…