Just when you think you have things figured out…




Today has been a lifetime…

Encouraged by the sunshine, I took advantage of an early meeting and while driving to it, enjoyed the weather and  the sporty car in front of me. The numbers on the tag correlated to something in my Angel Numbers book about working on one aspect of my divine mission, so I read further. It said to take immediate action on the first thing I think of relating to it. So I listened to the radio for a second and thought… what’s the first thing about Charley’s case that comes to mind right his minute? Before the light changed to green, I had it! Ah yes… I had to return a call to someone who was in receipt of information. Two streets later, the next red light provided ample time for gathering my phone from my purse and searching the appropriate contact. Once selected and dialed- it began to ring. The clock in the car kicked over to 2:22.  I smiled. It was a most auspicious sign. Happy with information presented… I gave them yet another task and left them to themselves and contacted R to share in my joy. Minutes later… I received another call…which led to another two calls… one that contained the numbers 444…and then another back to R again.

It has been a long day.

You know just when you think you have things figured out… they come through with something more. Now just 2 and1/2 chapters shy of the promise land, I have enough new information to flesh out another three chapters and go back and backfill in twenty others. This makes me both happy and sad for reasons you will one day read.

Do you remember the blog I wrote about the day they told me to take out the trash? Back in November of 2010, when Charley came through and told me about the gold lockbox with the numbers 8099? The MOT and the trains filled with illegal hooch running NW out of the Clyatteville-Nankin area?  The man who freaked with blood on his hands? The session where Jessica came through and talked about slitting her wrists?

Well… there was one other impression that came through that day about a fire. A fire lit in July? A huge fire that had nothing to do with burning garbage? A huge fire that burned just as hot that day as the sun? Until now… I had no idea what it was referring to, because until now, Jessica never told me why it was so important. She says it had nothing to do with burning trash, because it had everything to do with burning a body… hers. You would think she wouldn’t forget a thing like that, but she waited till now because it was important for me to put other pieces together first.

You see, there were two men there that day watching the flames, Grim. Two men who knew what the flames were dancing around. Two men who watched as flesh began to shrivel and the grease began to ooze from the marrow of the bones. Could you smell the sulfur? The acrid stench of burning hair? You thought no one would ever find out what lay beneath the ash and rubble, didn’t you Grim?

Why do you always under estimate the dead?

There is more you know?

The woman who sits with tape on her mouth…wanting to speak, but bound by another’s need for her to remain silent. The man who is missing the tooth, the pilot, the red shirt and the bugle in the red velvet case?  They tell me to read Chapter 12 again…there is something in Chapter 12 that holds the key.

I use that key to wind the clock. Can you hear it begin to measure your time left till discovery?

Tick… tick… tick… tick… tick…the pendulums swings.

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