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The story of Roselia Milice

🇭🇹Tikatheboss
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Roselia Milice is that sweet young girl that everybody adored in the Village, tall brunette, wise, patient, caring, loving, intelligent she had everything that a man would desire in a woman. From a young age she showed her independence from the material things that everyone would dream of having so as not to feel bored in this big jungle where everyone seems to be crazy with this great thirst for possession as if life was all about that. She was thinking like an adult so much so that one day we were working on an essay in her class, she raised her hand to ask for permission to take because she wanted to give her opinion on the subject, her teacher reprimanded her because she was seeing things like adults and that she should pull herself together because she is a child. This was the beginning of the persecution for little Roselia.

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Chapter 1 - A strange world !

As soon as her friends asked her "Roselia at what age would you like to get married"?

She replied "Someday or never".

Very funny, they said.

And what criteria do you look for in a man?

She replied, "He can be a Prince or a Beggar, ugly or beautiful, unfaithful or faithful. The main thing is that he has a beautiful soul, a soul as transparent as crystal that would let the priority of Creation pass before all things. A man who would love the starry coat, the oceans, the seas, the rivers, the springs, the trees, the rainbow, the animals, the stars, the air he breathes, the earth that holds him. Ouch! What a wonder! This is how he would love me.

A man who lives for Nature is a man who lives for me Today I am because Nature is".

Her interests were limited to the material as long as the creator allowed her to live again to be able to admire the creation again and again she said thank you to the Genius and to all the workers who worked tirelessly to make the creation Better. And every time she left it was with a light heart because she knew that one day she would return here for a new life.

It didn't take me long to discover the secret of this fairy since she is a very approachable person and the week I spent in the Grand-Anse was enough to laugh or to cry to Roselia Milice's song that told me everything.

That's how she started:

- Well! Did the creator mention that Death was the end of everything?

- What do you mean by that?

- Would you be surprised if I proved you wrong?

- Go ahead.

- I'm back!

I'm on my third life.

- On your third? Wait a minute! You won't mind if I do a recording, because I feel like I'm going to enjoy it, I don't want to write I want to be fully available to listen to you.

- Laughing... No problem!

- No problem! I'm ready you can start

- The first time I came to this world was in Africa, I don't really have many memories. What I do remember is that in my village there were often clan wars over water, land, and when I watch some African movies, more precisely the one of the American actor Leonardo Dicaprio and the famous African actor Djimon Hounsou in the movie "The Blood Diamond" released in 2006, there is not a big difference between the Africa I left and the one when we were deported to America. I met this famous man who really loved me despite my dark skin color, he was a mixed race carpenter. Together we had a little boy.

In my second life I was born in Martinique, a French overseas department. I still had this skin color, long braids, piercing in the nose like the natives of the Amazonian forest. In that life my husband was always mixed race, handsome, tall, passionate about the waves of the sea, his motorcycle Marine was his most beautiful toy. And then there was this accident that night, the driver was drunk. I don't remember anything.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's ok. I should also tell you that I was singing too.

-Wow!

Oh yes! On weekends I always shared a song with my friends that they kept deep inside, to soothe the misery of a long week.

I had great neighbors and I enjoyed my life.

These are the small memories I have of those previous lives.

- But it's extraordinary

- You think so?

- Of course you can! Not everyone has this ability!

- Yeah!

- I wish I could be like you.

- Laughing...

- No, I'm serious

- My third life, the one I'm living now, is the most complicated and uncertain, you might think it's stupid but hey... It's the truth.

- Tell me, I want to know

- I was somewhere in hell or in heaven, there were rivers, the sun never set, everyone was beautiful, we ate fruits like grapes and apples, we laughed, it was joy.

One day, one of the men who worked there asked me to come and see the supreme leader, who had been waiting for years somewhere on the planet. It was finally my day of deliverance, finally my turn.

The angel or Benefactor who allowed me to see this new sun, this new moon and this new earth; red skinned, with long white hair on the ground, with two wings on his back, I could not distinguish his sex, I do not know if he is a woman or a man. He is very old, with his back turned, he entrusted me with a mission that I accepted with joy. But seriously, what is this mission?

Does everyone live for a specific reason?

Are we missionaries?

After this Dialogue with the Angel or God or the Master of Life, to my knowledge I found myself in the Caribbean Sea. From there I swam for days to Ouantanomo, an island located a few kilometers from Cuba. It is an American base. I arrived off the coast exactly where everything should start.

I put my feet on the ground and the water flowed from my body, I saw my target.

- scratch your throat...

But what were you doing there? How did you get there?

- The answer to your second question is that I don't know what path I took to leave where I was and find myself there.

- ok! And then?

- I saw her!

- Who?

- My mother-to-be, a black woman with her best friend and a little girl, her adopted daughter, a very restless child who was running on the sand, while the ladies were talking.

- Which ladies?

- My future mother, her best friend Elmita

- Did you hear their conversation?

- No, I did not! I only saw a pale face and a face that felt compassion for a desperate sister.

- It was at the end of August 1994. It didn't take me long to do my job

It took her twenty minutes to conceive a being like her.

This desperate woman was desperate to have a child and after several medical examinations in different hospitals and clinics the results were always the same. Marie's reproductive organs were damaged and according to them could not reproduce.

- This is sad news!

- Oh yes! So she turned to prayer.

- The best solution

- Be careful! It's not like the Christians! It's different, but it's the same God. But this prayer is done with different practices, rituals, vows...

- I understand

- I know you understand, in Haiti all the houses adopt an African God, but with the Catholic or Protestant sect we prefer to flee our roots, according to us it's easier because the Gods are a heavy burden, they are too demanding, we prefer the God of the whites because he accepts everything that we humans do to him like coming to the Church when we want, in addition he guarantees the Paradise after death, everyone would like to live in the Paradise after death What is written in the book of Revelation "Blessed and holy are those who have a part in the first resurrection!

"Let us be glad and rejoice, and give him glory; for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready."

I can tell you that there are true Believers and their faith is Unshakable.