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2/23/2014

I thought about this before deciding to share…

Last night, in fact for several nights now I have had the most graphic and odd kind of dreams. The first I cannot share until I divine its meaning. The night before I dreamed I had been invited to a beautiful Gothic style home- hauntingly beautiful and once inside I was surrounded by beautiful young women who gathered me up into a room to ask me all about my writing and my books. Convinced I had been asked there to discuss what I do, I talked about how Charley and R, had helped me to figure things out. They asked what was next and I said that while in the midst of developing one case, I was being led to another.

With each little bit of information and description about what I was being asked to do…they began to huddle closer and closer. So close, that I became very uncomfortable. I tried to excuse myself and they surrounded me and would not let me leave. When I said that I no longer wished to discuss my work and had another place to be, one very young and beautiful red-head stepped forward and told me I would not be allowed to leave. She brought her face very close to mine and  then as she spoke…her porcelain features began to melt and drip from her face.

She repeatedly told me I could not leave and when I backed away and made a move to exit, she grabbed me by me shoulders and shook me. The others began to shape shift as well and when I looked back into what was left of her face, it changed to the head of a vulture. A vulture with a balding head of random strands of red hair, with a beak and blackened feathers and pale white eyes. This creature reminded me of the tall, black feathered creature that had once held me in another Gothic style dungeon and tried to force me to eat from a wooden bowl filled with foul smelling  flesh.

Again, uncertain that this was still a dream, I began to say a prayer to Arch Angel Michael and was immediately released.

I leave you to your own analysis…

2/23/2014

I know you have been wondering where I have been and to tell the truth, I have too. It has been hard of late to be everywhere and everything. Weather has had its fun with us all, work unrelenting, school daunting this semester and there have been familial crisis’s every other day with my husband’s mother and that tends to take the wind out of everybody’s sails…still time marches on regardless of our trials and that leaves little time to breathe or write.

It has been a matter of multiple disconnects of late; necessary and yet it leaves you feeling empty sometimes. So many variables in the wind and so much to accomplish in so little time. 2014 is suppose to be, “the year” and I am patiently, or not so patiently waiting for that to begin. I watch the stars, read the numbers, listen tot he wind and while I can feel the stir- I have yet to see any visual results, but they say be patient…it is all happening behind the scenes and I get glimpses of that here and there enough to know that it is true.

How do I know this? Somebody received a copy of my book from somebody they have never met; an undercover former agent…that somebody then called me to help them with another case. Now, the last time that happened I was in the middle of writing another book: “Message Will be Saved,” when the universe decided to redirect me. Now, knee deep into another book, the universe has brought me another case I cannot walk away from. Why, you ask?

In as much as Charley consumed my life for 5 years- this one might consume for another 5. This case is so complex; a series of murders here in Georgia so vile and so repulsive that I cannot look the other way. It is also pertinent, as there are men sitting on DEATH ROW right now who will be executed for murders I have come to believe they did not commit. But this is not the same thing as churning up dirt in Valdosta and hoping old men as they near death grow a conscience; namely Grim, the farmer in the dell and Einstein. I have done all that I can do for them already.

You don’t understand that, do you? Let me explain. I have given these men the chance to set themselves free. I have given law enforcement the golden ticket to put Charley’s murder to rest, snatch them out of their homes and give them the chance to set the record straight. Each day they refuse to confess, is another day closer to their demise and I would not want to be in their shoes for all the gold in the world. Can you imagine standing before the architect of the universe to explain their perversion and their greed? Not me. That is one eternal conversation I would never wish to have… for I know where it will lead them and I think each day they get older and closer to death- so do they.

The gift I gave them was the opportunity to confess their all in the here and now- to change their Karma. People have figured out who they are, so the cat’s really out of the bag already and the whispers will never end; the continual purchasing of the book by folks in and around that town continue to make sure of that. (BTW’s, thank you citizens of Valdosta and surrounding counties for your continued support of this book!) I did what I could to help you all, but Grim- you  and your cronies have written your own tickets to Hell and now all I can do is stand back and hope you’ve all packed enough Depends to last you each an eternity, ‘cuz your going to need them!

As for this next case…I warn you that as I begin to write about what has happened, you may wish to shield your eyes, keep a bucket to vomit in beside you and keep your ears open as you hear the faint rush of air rise from the throats of seven plus victims as they reveal the truth of who was there and how they died. This case is over 37 years old, but oh baby we are no where near finished with digging into the filth that pervaded this tiny town in Georgia, in 1977. In fact, we have just begun! If I am lucky, Charley will continue to help where and when he can from the other side, but for now…it is between the photos of dead, the lies of those still alive, the architect of the universe, and me.

What do stockings, high society, ancient Egypt, brutal rape and corrupt officials have to do with Columbus, Georgia?

Good question…

2/18/2014

They say in order to start over properly you must make a clean break…

Today it broke.

2/4/2014

Dreams have been ramped up of late; most recent and most disturbing was one from the other night after I received a rather odd communication.

The dream was rather crude, but perhaps necessary.

When the dream began, I was walking along the beach outside my house. It was a beautiful summer day- warm breezes, sunshine and a calm rippling effect upon the water. My phone jingled and when I looked down and saw the name, I paused. Certain I had already dealt with the situation enough, I closed my phone and continued on my walk. Apparently the universe thought otherwise, as suddenly I was standing alone in a room with just my phone. It continued to ring, so I finally gave up and listened to the message.

My mouth began to fill with acrid saliva and I began  drooling at the edges of my lips. I replayed the message a second time and with each word I gagged. Soon I was completely nauseous…so nauseous that I began to vomit. With each regurgitation, it brought forth a tape worm. Four times, four tape worms. Finally void of these four worms, my stomach stopped hurting and my head began to clear. Disgusted, I watched them squirm about on the table top and when I finally got my legs back under me…I threw them out a nearby window one by one. I never looked down to see where they landed or if they were still alive, I just slammed the window shut and then walked away.

I awoke startled and sat in the dark for a long time, trying to discern what message to take away- though it was fairly clear. Whatever the impetus, I was finally done with whatever had been bothering me. Was the message the tipping point? I believe it was. It was more than clear that I was shedding unwanted emotions, situations and/or individuals who had become parasitic by-products in my life. The number four was very symbolic, as was the opening and closing of a window.

Whatever its impetus, it has reminded me in a very real and very graphic manner, to release any emotions or situations in my life which have fed off my soul and drained me of personal energies.

So, do you have any situations, emotions or people in your life who have fed off your energies or efforts? If so…release them in whatever way necessary to help you… then slam the window shut… never look back and move on.

New opportunities are presenting themselves this month- be there when the window re-opens!

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