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A Very Supernatural Weekend ~ It’s Raining Men Halleluiah  

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A Very Supernatural Weekend ~ It’s Raining Men Halleluiah  

 

This one short story of my personal experience one weekend back in late October of 1988 that I want to share became life changing. Actually, I am really embarrassed by my actions years ago and although I shared this story with my close friends and others at the time, I am ashamed and hope that my sons never read this account even as I also hope to publish it in a book one day. One evening back in October of 1988, I decided to glance at the horoscope in the newspaper and became so excited by what I had read that I ran out of my room and downstairs to share it with my girlfriend, Bette, a White Jewish girl sitting on the couch in our three bedroom townhome that we shared together and with another girl. The horoscope said that someone negative in my life would soon leave and Bette knew how upset I had gotten over this man that I had dated. At one point, I fell in love with him and was infatuated by his presence, but eventually, I came to hate him, and I wanted him gone; out of my life. It developed out of an office romance later, but looking back, I know that I was exploited, however, I let my emotions lead my decisions. That man, Black Doe, put our relationship on display on the job, and therefore, I was enraged. But to my surprise, Bette snapped at me in disapproval. She scorned me. She said, “You should be ashamed of yourself. You are supposed to be a Christian and here you are reading a horoscope. You know better than that.” Man! I was furious. I said nothing though. I turned around and marched back upstairs and pouted for a while before I went to sleep. I met this man, Black Doe, on the job and even though I had no interest in him at all, initially, I could see that he was beautiful. He styled a medium-sized afro. He was tall, slender, and very dark skinned and, his aquiline facial features and large eyes were mesmerizing. But, at this time of my life, I had so many other problems going on that I was absolutely not interested in dating. Also, in my office environment, there were four other men including my supervisor and we were all environmentalist at a major shipyard. One of the men, that became a part of my frustration was Black Doe’s friend, another gorgeous man, a tall, naturally tanned complexioned Native American named, John. He was well-built and, he had straight sandy brown hair which he wore long. One late rainy afternoon and months after I had been at this job, it seemed out-of-the-blue, my job troubles began.

 

Towards the end of the weekend one day, I sat at my desk and I became completely involved in my work and became oblivious to anything happening around me. But then, I heard a voice behind me, and I looked up from my paperwork and slightly glanced behind me, and there positioned behind me was both Black Doe and John. Both leaned on the window ledge and they were looking at me, and then one of them said, “You are going to have to choose, me or him.” Oh My God—Wednesday—Thursday—Friday!” I am so humiliated to have to recount this part of my life but, because of what happened to me a few days later, I know that I may help someone if I bare this part of my soul. I now know that I should have realized that I was being victimized and made a better decision and I don’t know why I did not seek help, but I never did. What if I did report it? It would never have ended in my favor. H3ll, I’m a Black woman. Smh. Nevertheless, at that time, I never even gave it one thought, in that I was a victim of sexual harassment. I submitted because I thought, “well, they are both gorgeous.”  Then, I thought back to their past conversations and how they would compete for my attention. Sometimes, I would laugh deep down inside as they would parade back and forth in front of my desk, and I thought, “they look like they’re doing the mating dance”. Then, I dismissed them out of my mind because I was having so many other personal problems, one of which was a strained relationship with my mother. On one occasion, for days, John repeatedly told me that he could tan so dark within a weekend that he could get as dark as an African American. So, one Friday, he did just that. When he came back on Monday, I was shocked at how dark he had gotten, and I watched him parade back and forth in front of my desk and I thought, ‘he’s flirting with me’. Geez. But again, I dismissed him but, on that fateful day that I was given an ultimatum, I realized that I had underestimated their intentions. Looking back, I now realize that no matter what I could have done though, I would still be a loser, and that becomes the reason I believe I came to experience a supernatural experience. I believe an intersession was made for me. I was forgiven for my stupidity. Because when I was a little girl in the 60s, I would look at the Jet Magazine and adore the Jet man of the week, I had developed a love for Black men, I fell for Black Doe. I became a product of the Civil Rights Movement. Soon though, I became furious and hated him because he put our Black Love on blast! Because I was not on any form of birth control methods, I began to fall on my knees and pray. And, I wanted him gone; out of my life.

 

Much to my surprise, the Monday after I read that horoscope, I came to work and found out that Black Doe had put in his resignation with only a weeks’ notice and so by that Friday, he came to work for his last day. However, that was only one event amongst a series of stressful events that had been occurring in my life at that time. For the past months, I had gotten into more trouble and this would be yet another humiliating testimony that pains me to recount. I HAD BEEN BOUNCING CHECKS EVERYWHERE. I mis-managed my finances and although I had met with a lawyer and reached out to my mother for advice, I became involved in a dilemma anyway. To add insult to injury, my car was being stripped down, so-to-speak for, every time I went to have it serviced, it seemed that I was being exploited. My last escapade at a supposedly reputable shop, my gas gage needle was disconnected, and the mechanic wanted to charge me to repair it. But instead, I resorted to making sure my tank was filled with gas completely and I kept track of my mileage to and from my job and other places. So, on that fateful Friday in late October of 1988 when after I attended the office picnic party on Black Doe’s last day at the company, I became very depressed. I went to the bathroom and just cried, but however, I could not afford to cry for too long because I had a major deadline that I had to make. I had two outstanding checks at two different grocery stores and was warned that if I did not pay for them by 5:00 PM, the close of business day, I could be in Criminal court and possibly go to jail. So, after work, I rushed out of the shipyard and drove over the bridge to one store and paid the check fees and then, I had planned to drive down the road to the other store on the same street to pay for the other check. But my car would not start. It was dead. I knew I was doomed. But then, I decided to try and run down the boulevard, however, after I crossed the median to the other side of the busy street and began to run a little, I stopped and started walking slowly and I laughed. I was in heels and was in a pencil skirt. It was a ridiculous endeavor because it was 4:50 PM and I knew that I could not get to the store in ten minutes before the office closed. But just when I stopped running, I noticed a man driving on the other side of the median in a burgundy colored car pass me and then, he made a U-turn and drove towards me. He slowed down and rolled down his window and asked me if I needed help. I paused, hesitated and then said, “No thank you.” But he persisted. He said, “are you sure you don’t need any help?” Then, I laughed and explained my problem and told him that I did not think I could make it in ten minutes even if he drove me. But he continued to persist, and he said, “Well, let’s try. Come on.” So, I giggled a little but decided to give it a try, so I got in his car.

 

I was so miserable that I did not care about my safety and had no fear of being in a car with a stranger. He was a beautiful White man with a glowing golden complexion, thick and wavy light brown hair and mustache, and he had light brown eyes. He drove quickly and made a U-turn and flew up the road and into the parking lot of the store. Then he told me that he would wait for me. I said, “Oh no! Don’t wait, I will be fine, thank you.” But, he insisted. So, I rushed in and was able to pay the bounced check and the fees. Afterwards, I walked down an aisle and stood way back in the store and looked out of the window and saw that the man was still parked in the middle of the lot with both of his arms over the steering wheel waiting for me. I threw my head back in dismay and laughed. Then I decided to stall and walked around the store and read magazines for about fifteen minutes in hopes that he would drive off. But when I checked, still, there he was in the same spot blocking other cars from driving in that aisle. I stumped my foot and began walking. I thought to myself, “I’m going to be raped. I’m going to be killed.” I got in his car, thanked him and asked him to drop me back where he had picked me up. I never said anything about my dead car. On the way back, the man never said anything, he just looked forward and had a pleasant expression. He saved me, I thought, so I will try and say something to let him know how much I appreciated his help. So, before I got out, I said, “thank you very much” and “What is your name.” He said, “Gabriel”. Umh. I thought, that’s interesting. Then I said, “I hope I did not make you late” and, then he said, “No, I am just going up the highway.” Then, he slowed down and stopped, and I got out, said thank you again, and closed the door. He drove off. At first, I was relieved because I was saved from going to jail. But then, suddenly I thought about my dead car and felt doomed again. The only one I knew that could possibly help me was my girlfriend, but she was on her job and about an hour away. 

 

I had no idea of what to do about my car. But I was exhausted so, I just wanted to get to my car and just sit down for a while. It was such a peaceful day in late autumn October, my favorite season. The weather was perfect, and I could feel the warm breeze through the huge old trees that shaded the road. But I was miserable. As I crossed the median and sidewalk and stepped through the grass onto the parking lot pavement, I saw another White man walking briskly towards me. And he said, “Do you need help”? And, I was alarmed. How would he know that I needed help? But, I laughed in surprise and said, “Well, actually, yes! I do. My car won’t start. It’s dead”. Then, He smiled softly and said, “Let’s take a look at it.” Then, I laughed and said, “Okay, but it is dead. Completely. There’s nothing that you can do.” But then he said, “Well, let me try.” So we walked over to my car and he got in and turned the key. Then he said, “Do you have a gas tank?” And I said, “No, and anyway, that is not the problem, I put gas in it this morning.” Then he said, “Well, let’s try that first anyway.” So, he beckoned me to his car and well, yes, I GOT IN! Here I go again, in a car with another stranger within minutes! He told me that he was visiting his sister and that she lived just down the road and had a gas tank. So, he drove a little way down the road and then turned into a narrow-secluded driveway past a house on one side and dense bushes on the other side, and to the secluded backyard and parked in front of a garage. I became afraid and thought, OMG, I’m going to be killed and no one will ever know. He got out of the car really fast and went into the garage and closed the door. Then, he came out with a gas tank and with a big dog! He opened the back door and the dog, a German Shepherd, climbed in. I thought, “Now, this is crazy, Don’t he know that Black people can have a fear of police dogs like this!” But the dog was calm and did not even bark.

 

I looked over my shoulder at the dog, but he didn’t even look at me. I asked the man as he got in the car, “What is the dog’s name?” and he said, “Shep”. Okay, I am now thinking to myself… umh… this is weird. A shepherd. I asked him about himself. He was a beautiful White man, well-built, medium height, with a healthy glow to his complexion. He had thick, wavy black hair that was shoulder length and a mustache, and he had dark eyes. He wore tan baggy cache shorts, a t-shirt and dark brown leather sandals. He told me that he traveled across the country and that he was a carpenter by trade and did odds and end jobs. He also said that the last place he had been was in Texas. I became hot. I thought, ‘Am I imagining this or what?’ Then, he turned into a gas station. I thought to myself, “Okay, I am going to ask him his name, and if he says, Michael, I am going to die.” So, I asked him, “What is your name?” And, he turned and looked at me with a stern look and said, “Michael”, and then he turned and jumped out of the car and grabbed the gas tank and walked off. I immediately lost it. I grabbed my head and I lost control. I couldn’t believe it. This is no coincidence, I thought. I watched Michael walk back to the car and for some reason, he lifted the hood of the car partially and was doing something under the hood, but all the while, he stared at me with a sober face. I was flipping out in the car. I tried to play it off, I turned my head and tried to gain control. I was laughing uncontrollably and saying aloud, “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this. Oh My God, I can’t believe this is happening. What is going on? Jesus help me”.

 

By the time that Michael got back in the car, I had gotten a little control of myself, but I was still freaking out inwardly. Nevertheless, he was completely calm and backed out of the gas station and drove back towards the grocery store lot. I said nothing else. I was quiet. I asked him no more questions. Then, he quickly got out of his car and I followed him back to my car. He opened the gas knob and poured in the gas and then he walked around and opened the hood. Then, Michael walked around and sat in the driver’s seat and looked back over his shoulder at me. I stood back beside the car. Michael had one foot outside of the car and he looked up at me and said, “Let’s see.” Then I said, with a weak giggle, “Okay, but I tell you, the car is dead. It is not going to start.” Well, he continued to look at me while he turned the key, and well, “Varooooooooooom”, the car started up like a charm. OMG! I backed up, bent over and grabbed my face and turned hot red! I squealed, laughed and exclaimed in disbelief! Again, I told him that I put gas in that car this morning! Well, he went from being calm to being firm. He then chastised me and said, “Your gas needle is broken, your running on empty, and you leave home without the comfort of a container!? Never leave your house without a backup.”  God! I felt like I had just been chastised about my faith. I was running on empty. I felt like I had just been visited by a great spirit; two great spirits. In less than one hour, I met a man named Gabriel and then a man named Michael and they completely came to my rescue and left just as quickly as they came! Michael said nothing more, he just briskly walked away and got into his car and drove off. I got in my car and leaned back. It was twilight. I cried for a few minutes. Then as the evening became darker, I drove home and told my girlfriend this story that evening and she too was surprised. Even more so, over the weekend up to the beginning of the week brought even more wonders to my life. The heavens were rainy men, Halleluiah! That Sunday, I had decided to go to a visiting Church and afterwards, I came home and fell into a deep sleep and had another supernatural happening.

 

While I was in a deep sleep, I was awakened within a vision to a very warm and comforting sensation on the bottom of my feet. Then I heard a voice say to me, “Don’t be afraid. I will lead you, I will direct your footsteps.” Then came another message; “Your mother is on her way to visit you. When she comes, she is going to ask you to move back home. When she does, be respectful, but DO NOT GO.” Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door that afternoon. Slowly, I came to. I woke up and I saw my door open slowly and my roommate peered through the door slowly, and she looked in shock. Her eyes got big and she whispered, “Your mother and your sisters are here!” Slowly, I sat up in disbelief. It had been eight (8) months since I had seen my Mom or any of my sisters. What in the world! This was the first time that my roommates met my family. Slowly, I got up off the air mattress and prepared myself. I went downstairs and saw my Mom and sisters sitting down in the living room and my friends were trying to welcome them. However, my Mom seemed cold and said that she wanted to speak with me up in my room. So, they followed me upstairs and just as soon as we got inside, my Mom chided me. She said to me that she did not raise me to live with White girls. She did not raise me to live in a house with pets. My sister spoke and she went on and on about how nasty it was to live with cats and how they throw up hairballs and etc. I was quiet, dumbfounded. I said nothing. But then finally, my Mom said that she wanted me to move back home now. I almost passed out! My sister said that my Mom would “roll out the red carpet to me” …. Finally, I softly spoke and said, “Mom, I can’t because, I have signed a lease. I have to pay the lease.” So, even though, my mother’s face became threatening, she said nothing. Quietly, she turned and instructed my sisters to go. Within a few minutes they left. I escorted my family out and waved them goodbye and when I stepped back inside the townhouse, both of my roommates looked at me in shock. They said almost simultaneously, “What was that!” Then we all doubled over in laughter. I said, “Well, I don’t know, but Hey! Why do you think I’m here!? My Mom is like Joan Crawford bossy, ya know.” And so, my next day, Monday, becomes the most amazing part of this enigmatic time in my life. It was as if the Supernatural weekend ushered in the gift, the bread, at the beginning of the week.

 

On Monday morning, my supervisor assigned me a major job, so I suited up and left the office. All that morning I surveyed a building with a team of workers who I directed to rope off the area and operate the crane while I took air samples. After I returned to my office lab and prepared the samples, I walked through the yard to deliver my samples to another department for them to be analyzed. And later, that afternoon back in my office, while I was asleep under my desk during my lunch break, I was awakened to a phone call. I thought, now who is calling me on my break? When I answered, I realized that it was the young man that I had delivered my samples to and he began to pursue me…He was a very a beautiful, well-built, tawny complexioned ‘Black’ man, with a medium sized and very black afro… He became my husband.

 

 

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So.......

After reading that story, my initial reaction was to shake my head and say:

"It's not enough for Mel and Cynique to proudly proclaim how attracted and appreciative they are of powerful confident White men......but now even Chevdove is on here posting stories about how "beautiful" White men with golden hair (if that's what you want to call beautiful) are coming to her rescue and comparing them to and calling these White men angels !!!

Because of earlier Christian conditioning, too many of our people and especially our women have a deep down conditioning since childhood to see White men as their angels, saviors, and protectors which is why our women tend to be so much more inlove with "Jesus" than most Black men."

 


But you know what?
I wasn't there and don't know what happened nor what you went through so I can't condemn it or praise it with my arm chair philosphying.

I'm glad you got the help that you needed sis.

I just hope that The Supreme Being continues to send ME help when I need it.
I prefer that the humans sent to help me come in the form of BLACK men and women, but I'll accept them in any color.

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On 4/20/2019 at 12:28 PM, Pioneer1 said:

But you know what?
I wasn't there and don't know what happened nor what you went through so I can't condemn it or praise it with my arm chair philosphying.

I'm glad you got the help that you needed sis.

 

@Pioneer1 Thank you My brother!

 

On 4/20/2019 at 12:28 PM, Pioneer1 said:

I just hope that The Supreme Being continues to send ME help when I need it.
I prefer that the humans sent to help me come in the form of BLACK men and women, but I'll accept them in any color.

 

Again, thank you! 

 

I always ponder this happening but whether the two men, Gabriel and Michael, were human or etc., I don't know, but they came to my rescue that day but this I believe in that they were sent by the Supreme Being. I did not know anyone in that city and other than my house friend who was working on that Friday, I didn't know who to reach out to for help. The help just came! 

 

I can't speak for Mel or Cynique, but PIoneer, people in general can be beautiful in spirit or physically, and it would not be normal for people to not recognize this essence in someone just because they are Black or Asian, or White or etc. 

 

 

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