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Although in my mother’s time, and to an extent, my
own, being born with a caul was looked upon with
suspicion, to say the least, it hasn’t always been so.
Centuries ago, the caul of a child was considered to be a
very powerful security against evil (and especially, against
drowning), both for the child themselves, and for
whomever had possession of the actual veil. It was treated
as a treasured heirloom, and preserved with the utmost
care. In fact, a caul was considered so valuable that kings
would pay fortunes to have one that could be placed on
their ships to protect the crew from drowning.
Of the child born with a caul, it was said that he or
she would not only have a successful life, but would have
psychic abilities. Children born with a caul were thought to
be skilled clairvoyants, clairaudients, mediums, empaths,
and telepathists, and have many other abilities as well.
Yes, I am called all of those things. But it is
important to me to make it clear that these abilities are not
mine by choice or conscious design; they were given to me
through my gift of the veil. Many people search for ways to educate themselves on how to develop these abilities.Or
they seek to learn how they can receive these God-given
gifts. There is a difference between searching for higher
levels of consciousness and being born with this
information, and to me that is what sets the caulbearer apart from those who study to achieve higher levels of
I believe that all humans – and even many animals -
have it in them to be intuitive. But it’s not something you
can simply set your mind to, and have it happen. If you are truly faithful, and have an open heart and soul in accepting these things, you may benefit as well. If you try to “think” yourself into being open, you can think until the cows come home, but you will never receive any intuitive gifts.
So, why did the ancients believe that bearing a veil
at birth was a protection from drowning? Well, because it
appears to be true! I, myself, have been saved from
drowning three times. The last time was fairly recently,
when, at the age of 60, I found myself trapped underwater
with a very weighty four-wheeler on top of me. I remember thinking “God! Help me!” The thought was barely formed in my mind before I suddenly saw a white light. As I moved towards it, I was guided up and up, until my head broke the surface of the water. In recollection, what strikes me as strange is that I wasn’t holding my breath. I didn’t need to; it was as if I was a fish simply rising to the surface for air, without any urgent sense of being out of breath.
My uncle Rene is another one who holds fast to the
belief about the protective power of the caul. I was born in
1941, on the cusp of World War II. Uncle Rene, my
mother’s brother, was in that war. As the captain of a naval ship his entire war service was spent fighting in Japanese waters.
My mother had saved my full veil in a small crystal
jar with my name, date and veil/caul inscribed on the top.
(see image) My whole life, I was aware of the existence of
that jar, and had heard that my mother had sent it to my
uncle during the war. But, as I said, my caul was a very
secret matter even among family members, and it simply
wasn’t mentioned. So I knew that my curiosity about the
3 veil’s whereabouts might be a sensitive issue. If I asked my mother about it, she would always say that Uncle Rene had it, and that she didn’t know exactly where it was. Perhaps it was still with Uncle Rene? Or perhaps he’d lost it during the war?
By the time I had my two children, I was getting
more and more interested to know what this family secret
was really all about. So, after 35 years of asking questions
but not getting many answers, I decided to visit with my
aging uncle and get some answers. With my sister Andre, I
drove down to “the country” - Port Sulphur, Louisiana - to
visit with Uncle Rene.
Our family was a loving and large family back then,
although some of the family lived outside of New Orleans
and we couldn’t always get together as often as we’d like.
At the time of our visit, Uncle Rene was elderly, retired
from the navy and in poor health. He had no idea why we
were there, but he was very happy and excited to see us.
When we arrived and sat down, his wife, our Aunt
Mable, greeted us with coffee and fresh French pastries.
Afterwards, he invited us into the parlor. He had many
things to tell us, so I had to wait until he stopped for breath before I could begin my inquisition.
I asked Uncle Rene if he remembered my mother
sending him my veil during the war. And as I write this, I
can still see him in my mind, such a loving and kind soul,
leaning on one arm of his rocking chair, and then slowly
straightening up as he heard my question. It was plain to
see that I had hit a sentimental chord, and he was surprised, but also filled with pride. He cleared his throat, and in his raspy, heavily French-accented voice, he replied, “Well, Deidre, of course I do.”
Why does that moment stand out in my memory,
even now? It was because here I was after years and years
of never having heard the story, listening to a man I had
respected all my life finally telling me things I would
cherish for the rest of my life.
Uncle Rene slowly rose from his chair, asked us
politely to stay seated, and said he would be right back.
From where we were sitting, we watched him go into the
adjoining room, and reach for a little wooden box with the
words “U.S. NAVY” stamped on the sides. My heart
started beating as fast as it could go, as he walked back into the room with a little crystal jar in his hand, inscribed with my name, the year of my birth, and the words “veil/caul.”
He stared into my eyes as he handed it to me, and it seemed to me as if we two were sharing in a very personal
ceremony of our very own as he told me it was mine now.
And then Uncle Rene began telling us stories, and
more stories, about his experiences during the war. And it
seemed that a repeating theme for him was how dangerous it all had been, and how, if it hadn’t been for my veil, he would not be alive today. He told us about his ship, his sailors, and about how he had given his personal guarantee to his crew that they would not die by drowning because, he assured them, he had a caul with him so no one need worry. He had faith that they would survive, and survive they did. His belief in my veil was so strong and
unbreakable that he said he had no fear of overhead
Japanese fighting aircraft, nor did he fear any submarine
attacks. I was more touched than words can say at how
deeply he believed that the veil would keep him safe.
My uncle confirmed all the mystery behind my veil,
which was simply wonderful. And as he handed it back to
5 me, I can barely explain how I felt. To have a part of my
body that had been taken from me at birth returned to me
now was an indescribable experience, like no feeling I have had before or since. I felt at that moment that I had just been made whole again, after 35 years on earth.
We drove home in somewhat of a daze, and
immediately went to my mother’s house. She was very
excited when I brought her my veil, and accepted it with
tears in her eyes. My thinking about it was that I was born
with a veil, mother was born with a veil, and she was part
of my veil too. She was getting on in years and the veil
might bring her extra assistance so I thought it should stay with her until her death. Once more, I was separated from my veil, and once again it would protect a life that was very special to me.
On the day that my mother died, I took my veil back
to my home, where it remains to this day. It looks like it is
quite intact, and soon I will be opening up the little jar with my closest family members and friends.
In a sense, my veil is like a piece of history because
there are very few veils that are actually preserved. And
because it is a full veil, rather than a facial veil, it is also
quite rare. Of the babies born today, less than 1 in 100,000 has a veil. And I doubt that many doctors know how to recognize, let alone preserve, a veil when they see one. Younger people who tell me that they were born with a veil don’t still have them, which I think is a shame.
Although many veils are clear, as mine was, some
can be black at birth, regardless of the race of the mother
and child. In the old beliefs, as Dr. Stadium once told my
mother, black meant “evil” and clear meant “good.” I only
know that I do not experience the two in the same way. I’ve learned that when I meet people who were born with a black veil, I feel negative messages throughout my body.
I knew a particular man who, in my mind, I always
thought of as an evil soul. As it happens, after knowing him for many years, I learned that he was born with a black veil. He insisted on showing it to me, and truly, I was extremely reluctant to even be in the same house with him. When he did show it to me, I immediately got severe chills. His wife died the next day. Coincidence? There are no coincidences.
BOOK #2 TITLE IS ANNOUNCED:
"If You Want To Dance With Your Angel, Don't Step On Her Toes!"
Book will be out soon!...........
BORN WITH A VEIL, NOW WHAT?
DEIDRE ANN BANVILLE, author
"The caulbearer's Caulbearer"
MY READERS SPEAK OUT (they are real):
***You are truly an amazing young woman and have helped many people in your life. We are really impressed and have enjoyed the wonderful stories. God bless you!.JJ
***I have searched and searched only to find the same confusion until I found you! tr
***Thank you for going public and putting this info out there. I am so glad I found you. cr
***I could not put your book down. I was not aware of "caulbearers". ca
***For so long I have lived scared of what others would think, my heart runs over with happiness talking to someone, like you, who understands. chm
***So EXCITED...I got my book and I LOVE IT! cm
***I have finished your book and to be honest I'm upset!!!Very Upset!!! I want more to read!! I loved it and thank you for sharing! crys
***I need more...your first book is so full of HOPE, FAITH, positiveness I read with tears pouring down. So uplifting. Thanks for sharing your gifts with the world.tc
***Another fantastic story I get from you. I can't wait to read your book sister! They are so inspiring and hopeful, even with the lil devil problems attached it doesn't stop you from your mission! God love ya! ll
***Great book, my talented and gifted friend. It really opens some eyes and enables others who have your gifts to share them, not hide them away. our deeply religious views are evident throughout this book. pc
***I really want to thank you again for the encouragement to be myself. I feel like things are really coming together just as you said they would. tam
***I luv you already and just on page 10! lol uk
***I read your book five times now, it inspires me to pray more and I can't thank you enough for all of your prayers. You are my angel on earth! am
***WHERE IS THE SECOND BOOK LADY? al
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