Chiodini Una

American numerologist, palmist and astrologer with a dramatic private life. She credits her studies of the occult arts with saving her sanity and giving her a sense of meaning in life and she greets the millennium with her own great warmth and sense of humor. Una’s candid and dramatic story follows in her own words: "I was my parent’s third child. That morning my father was riding public transportation sitting beside a black man, and witnessed this man being gutted with a knife by another black man. It was not until 5/10/1993, when I was 56, that I found out that my dad was not my natural father. In January 1938, I was put in the hospital with Scarlet Fever, along with my sister Margy. Dad was in another hospital with diphtheria. This left me with delicate health. In September 1941, I started first grade before I was five. In the summer, 1946, I was raped by an unknown young white male adult. On 4/27/1950, I started 1st job with a pay check at a Five-&-Dime store. On the same day - between 9:30 and 10:15 PM, I was raped by two unknown white male adults. On 8/23/1952, we moved to my parents first home that they owned. My mother died less than a year later, 6/17/1953, of a cancerous brain tumor. I graduated from high school on 5/30/1954. A first-cousin died of a car accident in Europe a few weeks later, on 6/17/1954. On 4/09/1957, my maternal grandfather died in Ireland. I never had the chance to meet him. On 6/15/1957, my beau and I got our marriage license, and we married on 6/22. Our first child, Bryan, was born 4/26/1958. Labor was seven hours from the first cramp to delivery. The baby would have come sooner but the cord was around his throat. During the summer of 1958, mom’s brother, whom I knew, died in Ireland of cancer. On 6/17/1959, our second son, John, was born with a labor that was four hours and 45 minutes from start to finish. On 3/29/1961, I lost a baby from a tubal pregnancy and was given a blood transfusion that gave me hepatitis. I had a death-and-return experience. That summer, I took a Bible and a dictionary and taught myself to read. I had about a second grade level of reading ability and now, (Gemini S. Node) I can speed read if I have to. On 6/09/1961, my paternal grandfather, whom I had never met, died in Ireland. On 3/17/1962, our third son, Anthony, was born with a 14-hour labor; no problems in labor or delivery. On 3/29/1965, I lost a full term pregnancy of a boy. Hospitalized with hepatitis, once more, I died. Between then and 8/23/1965, eight events were memorable: I was given a transfusion of bad blood; had a fistula lanced the night of Aug. 23,when half the house burned down; my husband sprained his ankle and was off work three weeks on Workmans Comp. but no income during those three weeks; became so physically run down that the body began to shut down, bringing on a case of worms; was given the wrong medicine and had a violent reaction. The house fire had been set by son John by accident. We moved in with my father until 1/01/1966. A month later my husband’s brother-in-law and his three children moved in with us until June. That summer, 1966, I bought my first magazine on Astrology, tarot, Palms, etc. On 12/04/1967, my brother-in-law, a policeman, was killed in the line of duty, leaving behind five children from age ten to twins just turned three. On 3/26/1968, my dad had his right arm & shoulder removed; cancer. During the summer of 1968, my sister gave me my first real book on readin Read less