I read the numerology of the surname “Jones.” It equals 9.
Nine represents selflessness, universal love, wisdom, compassion, and completion. Someone who resonates (“there’s my name right there in that word – nate”) with the spiritual energy of 9 is often an old soul, a natural giver, and someone who sees the inter-connectedness of life and wants to help heal societal and spiritual wounds.
According to esoteric interpretations, the spiritual journey associated with “Jones” often moves from material to soulful. An early life grounded in logic, observation, or youthful imagination, which transitions into a profound spiritual awakening, with a deeper understanding of life’s higher purpose and soulful connections.
You suddenly tell me “music” equals 65.
“How much Dad loves it.”
“65 equals 11. Tell him, Mom, for me.”
I reread our story so far, and it’s purrfect, like Neo, our cat! And I can’t believe we are doing this…, but I know we are.
I begin to cry as I think how much you loved him – your father. And how close you were in those early years. How much you looked up to him. You said he’s the person you admire most. You wrote that in the book you made, about our family – “Family Scrapbook by Nate T. Jones.”
My mind quickly retraces your life.
You hurt all of us…, I say through many tears.
We talk about it — your life — and examine it more. About the heartbreak, the devastating heartbreak. About all the people you hurt. People in our family. We talk about how you made that book so people would know that you loved us all, how much you thought of all of us… You were fascinated how we all came together, my great-grandma’s “recipes,” and Grandpa Jones, and all the things…
“That came before me, Mom. Before you and Dad.”
“You’re the only one, Mom, with the ability to see beyond all of it.”
We talk about all of it…, and fitting all the pieces together.
“This is our story, Mom!”
(I draw a heart in place of the exclamation point period and my pen traces the top of the heart.)
My 3 of hearts card quickly comes to mind.
According to census data, 57% of people with the “Jones” last name are White, 37% identify as African American (“It’s why I loved African stuff,” you add), and a smaller percentage to other racial and ethnic groups. African Americans merely adopted the names of their owners since their true family names were…, forgotten.
N-A-M-E
What’s in a name?
Name equals 33.
“We came from slaves,” you tell me.
(33 equals 9, I add.)
We are writing our story together, I say to you.
You – U.
Capital letter U. Yes, Alphabet Anatomy.
He loves the water, letter U.
“You’re a Pisces, a fish. So do you, Mom.”
“A fish cannot live without water.”
(I notice the pearl in the oyster shell in letter U’s picture as I complete this post, and I realize that pearl is your birthstone. And it’s confirmation that you’re with me always).
And you are my water, my son.
Later on, outside on the patio, stars seem to flicker in the blue skies.
You bring me the thought – where love soars forever…
Then I walk the 11 paver steps to go inside. And write it in my notebook.