Who is Noamie?

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=125 BGCOLOR="#006699" TEXT="#080000" background="0c3085a3.jpg"> <div> <B>Jamaica~Noamie's Negril.Com</B></div> <div> <B> Noamie's - Jamaican Tea Room...An Innovative Walk into Traveling & Reality </B></div> <div> <I><B>Negril: The Place I'll Rather Be</B></I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Arial Narrow" ><I><B>...</B></I></FONT><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Desdemona" ><B>Jamaica ~ Negril    </B></FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Eurostile" ><A HREF="id48.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="My BookWest Cliffe"><U><B>Home</B></U></A></FONT></div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" background="0c4d2e83.jpg"> <div> West Cliffe </div> <div> My Biography </div> <div> The Road That Got Us Here</div> <bR> <div> <B>JEALOUSY:</B></div> <div> <A HREF="id16.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Man Who Had Sets Out to Ruining My M"><U>The Man Who Had Sets Out to  Ruin-ing My Military Life</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Along The Way My Path"><U>Along the Way:</U></A> From West Germany to Jamaica 1978</div> <bR> <div> ~Blessed is the Woman<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFCCCC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> who expects nothing; </div> <div> for she shall never<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFCCCC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> be disappointed~Noamie<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFCCCC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Having lived by this motto, i have survived many things.<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> <div> About Me<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> West Cliffe<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Darkness to Light: Light to Darkness<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Coming out of the Dark<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#CCCCE4" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> The Power of God's Light: Conquering the Darkness</div> <div> <IMG SRC="0c82c640.png" border=0 width="300" height="100" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=355 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <I>Who is Noamie?</I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="0d2496d0.png" border=0 width="329" height="109" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="0d3c13d0.png" border=0 width="193" height="61" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>PART I</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="1ec82a80.jpg" border=0 width="130" height="168" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>My Biography-   Norma Veronica Bremmer -McLain</B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Dauphin" ><B> </B></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 1473 WIDTH="678"><div> Everyone calls me ~ Noamie!</div> <div> My name is Norma Veronica Bremmer -McLain. My father named me Noamie. I was born and raised in the hills of Negril Jamaica. I was born to my Father Berrisford Augustus Bremmer and Cynthia Black-Bremmer in the little town called Retirement outside of Orange Hill, Negril Hill, one rainy October morning.  I would become one of seven children to my parents. My grandparent Norman and Emma took me from my mother when I was six months old, so that my mother could join my father in England. I grew up with my brother Honey and my sister Doreen. I grew up having fond memories of the place I called home, Tillbury near, Orange Hill in the Hills of Negril, in Westmoreland, Jamaica. I grew up during the sixties when things were different. </div> <bR> <div> I attended school in Jamaica, and graduated from Manning High School in Sav-la-mar. I was the first of any Caribbean students to receive 100% accuracy, a distinction in the Cambridge O' Level examination in Commerce. Later, I went on to attend Business College in the United States of America.  </div> <bR> <div> I attend University in the United States of America and held double Bachelor of Science Degree in Tourism and Hospitality Management, with two minors: One in International Relations and the other in Business Law. I held a Master Diploma in Travel & Tourism. Having worked for over  twenty-five years working in the Travel and Tourism industry in a variety of areas: Travel Agent, Marketing Consultant, Travel Consultant and Educator, went to work in the Insurance Industry.</div> <bR> <div> I am married and have one child. In spite of my twenty-seven years of living abroad; I remain a citizen of Jamaica.   Jamaica is forever a part of me, the place I begin and the place where-in I will end. </div> <bR> <div> I had my first vision when I was two-plus years of age. I was with my grandparent as they were watering their tobacco on an early morning up at West Cliffe great house. The house was empty as the last residence had died and the remaining relatives had left the house. My grandfather became the over-seerer for his cousin's property. Nevertheless, the place was a beauty and for many reasons. From this day, I would begin a journey into making notes on leaves. Later, I began writing. Then, in 1993, a lady named Peg; a psychotherapist asked me to continue writing. She told me that my writing, my experience could help others, that my words would become strength to the weak. Thus, I had agreed to publish my diary, telling of my own pains, my disappointment and how I overcome evil. How I came to love West Cliffe.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *********</div> <bR> <div> I came public after Jimmy Jackson, my distance cousin seek to have his Black-America Wife name Gail to come on public messages boards and began attacking my name and character. Jimmy having told his wife that 'I grew up in Orange Hill under house-bottom with dogs.' This was what this woman would come to  'public post' on message board, the world -wide web, the internet, about me. She then follow-up with reporting my name to the FBI that I was connected to Ricky Jackson, a Drug- Dealer in Negril. Yes, the FBI did shows up, but only as a courtesy to let me know that I was under attack.  Thus I went public with the stories of my life. You can judge for yourself. </div> <bR> <div> A low-life like Jimmy Jackson who had married his first cousin, Dassie Johnson,  just so that he could have acquired Uncle Jake's money to reach England in the sixties; he  who did grew up under house bottom with dog, should never have reverse his status and tried to throw stone at a person like myself. He had in fact described himself to a 't'. It was his very jealousy would have allowed him the take his childhood status and attached it to  me, just to make himself looks good. This worthless man who had specializes in raping his first and second cousins of orange Hill has neither morals or principles. He needs to be behind  prison bars for the rest of his rotten life.  The fact that drugs and stolen Ganja money make him somebody, had not allowed him to be anything other than what he was and will ever be. Lying scum-of-the-earth. As for Gail Jackson, Miss Philly  Ghetto Queen, suits Jimmy  just fine, as the likes of the two are perfect fits. Such ids the types of Drug-dealers wives. You can read more about them in <A HREF="id43.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Chapter 16Behind The Great Mask Where Tw"><U>Chapters Sixteen and Seventeen</U></A>  of my West Cliffe, and in the Road that got us here..</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *********</div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="225" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 313 WIDTH="215"><div> <I><B>Noamie</B></I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" >          <IMG SRC="2a2c9f70.jpg" border=0 width="201" height="247" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 1036 WIDTH="678"><div> <B>My Father Named Me Noamie:</B></div> <div> My father named me Noamie. My mother registered me Norma. She didn't like anything about me. My father wasn't aware that my mother had disobeyed his order and has given me the name Norma. I was fourteen years old when my father knew that my real name on my birth certificate wasn't Noamie. </div> <bR> <div> God had given me the name Noamie. An angel had appeared to my father and told him in a dream that my name will be Noamie, spelled with a silent 'a' and pronounce 'No-mie.' Later as the man in the black cloak appears under the cedar tree by the house where I was born in Retirement, my mother would have screamed out and have the whole neighbourhood to come out looking for the man. Only she didn't tell the people of Retirement the truth, in that she had disobeyed God. When the Angel of God came to warn her, she screamed out. Instead of becoming obedient, she would later hand me over to my Grandmother Emma, and wanted nothing to do with me. However, it was my father's responsibility and for the love of a woman, he too like King Solomon set his fate. </div> <bR> <div> The name Noamie meant that I would come to bear the cross of many. The name Noamie meant that I was forever in the service of God.  I recalled once as I was signing for a registered letter with Mrs. Iris Pringle at the Post Office at Mt. Airy that I attempted to spell my name with the 'a' before the 'o' and low and behold Miss Iris corrected me. I was rather shocked when she pointed out to me that the name given to me was to be spelled with the 'o' before the 'a' and not the other way around as some had believed and wanted to from Ruth and Naomi in the bible. I was only six or seven years of age. When Miss Iris looked me in the face and told me, to never allow my name to be spelled any other way, I knew that it was the voice of God coming through, as she could not have known otherwise. </div> <bR> <div> From earlier in my life I was different. I knew in my soul, in my spirit, and later as the spirit had manifest itself in my life, I knew the road ahead of me would be long and hard at times. Nevertheless, I was in the service of the Lord. It was at West Cliffe one early morning after Grandmother and Grandfather Norman took me with them to water their tobacco, that I had my first vision. The Prophet Elijah, Isaiah Abraham and The Lamb appear to me. The man began talking to me as I sat next to be huge boulder off from Grandmother and Grandfather. Later, as I told Grandmother that the three men came and was talking with me, she understood and told me that indeed I was a special child to God. I was no more than three years old. The beautiful reddish cloud came, and out of the cloud appear the three men and the lamb.    Thus, I would come to know and understand myself and who I am. I could never and would never fit into groups, clicks and or any other entity, which wasn't of God. Indeed, I would walk alone.  Only, God and the Angels walk with me.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *********</div> <bR> <div> My Biography-   Norma Veronica Bremmer -McLain </div> <div> Everyone calls me ~ Noamie!</div> <bR> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> *********</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 191 WIDTH="678"><div> <B><U>Forever Gratitudes</U></B></div> <div> ********</div> <bR> <div> West Cliffe: The place I called Home The Place I walked Alone.  This is where I tell my story about a-part of my life. How I came to know and understand who I am. Who is me ~ Noamie.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> *********</div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> West Cliffe </div> <div> The Road That Got Us Here:  </div> <div>  Page i</div> <bR> <bR> <div>  </div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> From the Corner of My Mind; I looked! </div> <div> The place I called Home: </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="28bdfbf0.jpg" border=0 width="223" height="191" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div>  <FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#6666CC" FACE="Eurostile" >Acknowledgements</FONT></div> <div> & </div> <div> Gratitude's</div> <div> Why here?</div> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 600 WIDTH="678"><div> West Cliffe: The place I called Home The Place I walked Alone This is where I tell my story about apart of my life. </div> <bR> <div> This book, this writing was not designed to be a bashing, instead in healing oneself, this is necessary. </div> <bR> <div> It took the walk, just to understand.  I do not harbor hate. My desire to start writing as far back as 1978 was out of my own way of healing, and hoping that others will read my life and gain strength from it. That don't care how rough the road may be, there's a God, there's The Power of God to call upon, and there's God's Angels standing by to assist you.</div> <bR> <div> I want to thank Uncle Maxie, Aunt Dell, Miss  Gwen Russell, Aunt Maud,  Sister Hermin, Aunt Ver [Veronica Woolcock]  and many others who had supported me, and had encouraged me along the way.  That in some of my darkest hours they were there for me.</div> <bR> <div> To my loved- ones who had passed on, whose who came to comfort me; I say a special of "THANK YOU"  to you as well.</div> <bR> <div> For those of you who had suffered by the hands of those who practice evil, obeah/witchcraft, to you I will say, keep praying and believe in miracles, believe in God. There's light in the midst of darkness. For out of the darkness, come light; God's light.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Sincerely, </div> <div> Noamie</div> <div> [ Norma Bremmer-McLain)</div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2fe58010.gif" border=0 width="600" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="2" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="688" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER BGCOLOR=#000000 HEIGHT= 75 WIDTH="678"><div> <I><B>This site and its pages are Copyright 1998-2008. Noamie's Negril- Jamaican Tea Room. All Rights Reserved. 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