I was left only with a message. It was whispered into my ear by a 'energy, spirit, force, alien, mental illness lol.
I never *saw* 'him' who said he was 'Gabriel' and had a message for me. God, I know I sound like a f'ing wack-0 which is why I have the nerve to
discuss this with a screen to hide behind.
I bent down on my knees in front of the window and could feel warm breath and he burned the message into my head... exactly how 'he' said it. I can
recite it better than my favorite song, though I only heard it once.
We shall say we had some help with this -my name-, with an energy very familiar to you, dearest. She is a delightful old soul we must say. Ah yes, we
are speaking of the one you are hoping to hear from. For she is with you, doubt not that. No, have no doubt, she remained with you, in spirit, guiding
you through your heart.
Trust your heart, and you always have your answers on what is yours for dreams to dream, that may come. Be true to yourself always, to who you really
are, not just who you are being, for all this is only temporary. This is a skin you have put upon yourself, your covering, your hide. This is not the
you who you recognize often as your spirit.
Your spirit sings, hear it, hear your own highest note, in every choice of your part to play in the harmony and drama of life, know your own song, and
let your spirit sing its truth. Trust in your self, trust in your spirit, trust in Great Spirit, the Mother & Father Creator God, know that you shall
be divinely guided -my name, whenever you choose to act in accordance with the Higher Good, for All, for another brother or sister’s wellbeing.
Seek that, through the higher you, to be an enhancer of wellbeing, for others, and you shall do this for yourself too. For in what you give, so do you
get. You reap from the seeds that you sow. You are dearly loved, our sister.
Then the time had past (about 4 hours) and I was sitting in the same place.. doing the same thing... as if nothing ever happened.
I was not asleep. I did not dream words that are burned into my brain in a way that I dont even use words. A 6 yr old doesnt have that kind of
vocabulary, but I have always been able to recite this as I would my SS #... right off my tongue. Though they arent my thoughts and certainly not my
I was 6, wasnt high.
I didnt feel scared, didnt feel the need to FIND what was making breath on my face. It was a peaceful experience, really.
Just one I cant come to grips with.
Need a head check or does this sound like anything anyone else has experienced/heard of?
By different, I have been cursed with knowing only when bad will occur. Some say it is a gift. I say it is a curse, we arent suppose to know. Never
when good... only bad. I am freakishly on target to the point my friends will stay in if I ask them to. They have seen it too many times, come into
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