My name is Jasmine. I was on board the wonderful ship The Titanic. What a
wonderful ship it was, I tell you! Anyway, I saw a very lovely young woman
standing behind the ship. She looked pretty as a picture, and she must not
have been any more than the age of 18. I loved her clothes, what the fine
Victorian dress. But I looked at her face, and I surmised that all was not
well with her. I could see on her face that she was, interminably, trapped
by some cage, since I have known all about cages for my entire life, and
for centuries, I could sympathise with her. I could see the unhappiness
written plain as day on her face, and it, clearly, expressed to me that she
was, just, longing to escape from the trap, she was just crying to get out
of her life. I closed my eyes, and suddenly, a premonition came to me that
she was in a place, in a class, an echelon that she did not belong in. She
should be frolicking around in the open country side, and having fun, or at
least, more fun than I ever would in my life.
I closed my eyes, raised my head, and sighed, as I rehearsed, in my mind, what I would tell her, were I to get a free moment with her. I picture her at the hull of the ship, her golden reddish hair flying freely with the wind, and with such a robust and exuberant spirit that only God could describe. Her face is pointed towards mine, and she is leaning towards the hull, with an intensity written all across her face, as she is, intently, listening to what I am saying. "Rose," I tell her, and I shake with shock, because I had no idea her name was Rose, "my name is Jasmine, I, too am trapped. I have sensed that you don't belong where you are from the moment I saw you. You could not see me, but I could see you, and I could see your soul, and I could see and sense that you were, interminably, trapped in your life. I saw you next to your future husband, I guess, and let me tell you, you had such a look of unhappiness and despair on your face that you looked as though you wished to vomit. I have rarely seen such an expression on a young damsel's face. You must escape from your life, because that is the only way you will find true happiness. I saw from your clothes that you are trapped in your life, my god, to me, your dress became a strait jacket, I mean, I have never seen such a thing in my life before." I see from your spirit and body that you were meant to travel with the wind, go take my blessing, and take God's blessing, and find yourself."
I look down, and am startled when I hear the whistle from the ship. I swear, that noise always rattles my nerves. I see all of them, including her husband, who boards the ship with her, and an elder woman, who I surmise to be her mother board the ship. Simultaneously, a chill wind blows my direction and envelops me with a strange chill. It is not just any chill I feel, but the ominous chill that something terrible is about to happen on this ship. But then I feel warmth in that wind, which signals to me that the ending will not be entirely tragic, and it will be beneficial to both me and her, especially.
I smile to myself with optimism, because, though I have never met her, I would love to meet her, because, something deep down inside tells me that my faith is intertwined with hers. In any case, premonition tells me that, somehow, there is more than one life, emotional, and spiritual parallel between her and me. I begin to get the feeling that fate has thrown us together to meet each other, and to touch and change each others' lives forever. Oh boy, I think to myself, as I head for the lower deck, 'I can hardly wait to meet this lovely lady, that intuition has told me her name is Rose signifies to me that she must be special in some way.'
I closed my eyes, raised my head, and sighed, as I rehearsed, in my mind, what I would tell her, were I to get a free moment with her. I picture her at the hull of the ship, her golden reddish hair flying freely with the wind, and with such a robust and exuberant spirit that only God could describe. Her face is pointed towards mine, and she is leaning towards the hull, with an intensity written all across her face, as she is, intently, listening to what I am saying. "Rose," I tell her, and I shake with shock, because I had no idea her name was Rose, "my name is Jasmine, I, too am trapped. I have sensed that you don't belong where you are from the moment I saw you. You could not see me, but I could see you, and I could see your soul, and I could see and sense that you were, interminably, trapped in your life. I saw you next to your future husband, I guess, and let me tell you, you had such a look of unhappiness and despair on your face that you looked as though you wished to vomit. I have rarely seen such an expression on a young damsel's face. You must escape from your life, because that is the only way you will find true happiness. I saw from your clothes that you are trapped in your life, my god, to me, your dress became a strait jacket, I mean, I have never seen such a thing in my life before." I see from your spirit and body that you were meant to travel with the wind, go take my blessing, and take God's blessing, and find yourself."
I look down, and am startled when I hear the whistle from the ship. I swear, that noise always rattles my nerves. I see all of them, including her husband, who boards the ship with her, and an elder woman, who I surmise to be her mother board the ship. Simultaneously, a chill wind blows my direction and envelops me with a strange chill. It is not just any chill I feel, but the ominous chill that something terrible is about to happen on this ship. But then I feel warmth in that wind, which signals to me that the ending will not be entirely tragic, and it will be beneficial to both me and her, especially.
I smile to myself with optimism, because, though I have never met her, I would love to meet her, because, something deep down inside tells me that my faith is intertwined with hers. In any case, premonition tells me that, somehow, there is more than one life, emotional, and spiritual parallel between her and me. I begin to get the feeling that fate has thrown us together to meet each other, and to touch and change each others' lives forever. Oh boy, I think to myself, as I head for the lower deck, 'I can hardly wait to meet this lovely lady, that intuition has told me her name is Rose signifies to me that she must be special in some way.'