Relationship Advice - Spiritual Healing

When I first began speaking to Shyni I was talking in broken English as I had become accustom to speaking with all of the locals that way. But when I asked Shyni a question she replied in very good English which surprised me. It turned out that Shyni spoke six different languages. After that we had an excellent conversation, Shyni was easy to talk to.

Shyni had worked as a nurse for ten years, some of that time she spent in Delhi, which is India’s Capital city. She was highly respected for her work (and now I too understand why), as Shyni told me a few stories of her work life, I was very impressed. She had done many selfless things, like canceling a vacation to help a young man who had a very bad accident. As Shyni was getting ready to leave for that vacation a doctor grabbed her and told her he needed her help in the emergency room. The surgery lasted nine hours. After this young man’s surgery was over, he had no-one else to take care of him and no money, so Shyni canceled her trip and spent the next few weeks nursing him. There was no romance; her actions came from her compassion. Her story brought tears to my eyes and I prayed to God that if she was not destined to be my wife that I find a woman just like her.

When I met Shyni she was just thirty years old which was sixteen years younger than me. And she was very beautiful. Even though I was concerned that this was still too young for me, I decided to get to know her better anyway. Of course Shyni is black, nearly as black as they come. She is a very spiritual woman and has a strong desire to help people. When she told me her birth date, I was happy because I knew it was reasonably compatible. Still I checked the numerology report, which gave a fantastic report. The only thing that the report left in doubt was how compatible we would be sexually, it cautioned us that our sex life might be the challenge for us. I knew I would have no chance to find out for sure before our marriage, so this did concern me just a little bit. In all other ways the report said it was a very good match…a match made in heaven.

The next day I took the report to Shyni and asked her to read it and verify that it fit her personality.

Most people are amazed at the accuracy of these reports; they think I have sent spies out to gather information about them. Even still, a few people don’t feel that the reports are accurate for them, so I wanted to check. Shyni confirmed that the report fit her like a glove, she laughed many times at the things it said because it was so revealing.

All of my life I told myself I would never marry a woman who I had not had sex with. I have met too many women who were not affectionate and not very good sexually. Yet here in India my chances of having any sort of intimacy before marriage seemed extremely remote. I was at the point where I had to decide…do I agree to marry Shyni and stick around to get to know her, or do I leave and never see her again? No one told me those were my choices, but I understood that it was so.

Everything else felt right. Intellectually Shyni fit into my life, but the feelings told me more. I was excited about having this woman as a partner. I felt like I was getting a really good, kind and loving human being for a wife and partner. However, the sexual thing was a very big deal to me. After all I am a Scorpio. By that time in my life I could feel if a woman had the hots for me. I knew with absolute certainly that if a woman wanted me in a sexual way I could feel it. And I was not feeling any sexual energy coming from Shyni.

Finally however, I decided that God would not put me in this situation, or that He would stop me before we committed, if Shyni would have no sexual attraction for me. So I made the commitment. I asked Shyni to marry me and she said yes. At most we had only spent about three hours together before we made our decision.

Shyni’s brother Shyam was the first person I met when I arrived at Shyni’s house that morning. He was working on the front porch on a pair of broken tablas. He shouted out something in Malayalam that I could not understand, and Shyni came to the door. Shyam did not look happy to see me. Actually he scared me just a little; he felt like a protective big brother. It turned out he was eight years younger than Shyni. I met Shyni’s mother. They called her Chechi which meant elder sister. Later I would experience strangers who were younger than Shyni calling her Chechi. Shyni’s mother greated me politely and then went back to her work in the kitchen leaving me to talk with Shyni.

I had met Shyni’s nephew Eju, a cute ten year old boy. I was told he was staying with Shyni, her mother and brother because of the school exams. Once they were finished he was to return to his parent’s house, which was three hours away by bus. After we agreed to get married, Shyni called her Sister, Eju’s birth mother, and told her the good news. Jessy was happy for Shyni and made arrangements for her and her husband Gopal to come to stay with the family in Kumily.

When I first arrived at Shyni’s house, before we had even discussed the numerology report, she gave me some disturbing news. Mohammad, a young Indian man who I knew, had been spying on us as we had our introductory meeting the night before. He was standing just outside of the window of Meena’s home where we were meeting and he was listening in on our conversation. Once I had left, Mohammad burst into their home and started shouting at them all, “What are you doing? Shyni can’t marry him. He is a very corrupt person. He had five wives and he killed them all. He will kill you too.”

I was shocked, but things were beginning to make sense now. I ran into Mohammad right before going to meet Shyni for the first time. He was someone I knew because he was friends with the owners of my home-stay. Also I had rented a motorcycle from him. Since he spoke pretty good English, I asked him to teach me a few Malayalam phrases that I could use in my conversation with Shyni. When Mohammad realized I was going to meet a prospective wife, he asked me, “Are you going to meet Shyni? I know where it is you are going. I know the woman who is arranging this. I am sure it must be Shyni that she is introducing you to. Do not marry her. She is corrupt. She is a very bad woman in this community.” At the time he said this I just blew him off. I knew I could sort out the good from the bad.

I did not understand why anyone would do such a thing, why they would want to interfere. But I was about to embark on a life lesson that still has my head spinning in wonder to this very day.

Why was it that everyone in Shyni’s family was so afraid of Mohammad? How would a motorcycle accident incite him to kidnap my brother-in-law and a family friend? How was it that the lovely couple who owned the home-stay I was sleeping at were involved in Mohammad’s corrupt little world?

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Love and Blessings,
Michael Skowronski
Author of Unforgettable: A Love and Spiritual Growth Story

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