This session was strange. It was suggested for me not to sit with the wand again – but this time I did. I had a real hard time focusing as something kept trying to steer me away. I never did figure out what or who – but it was annoying just the same.
I started by watching Bill write in bed. Looked like a leather bound journal. He’s just writing and writing – head bent over as he concentrates. Then I see him in a car – writing. He chews on the end of the pen and when he is stopped – takes the pen and traces some picture on the driver’s side window – reminds me allot of my trinity pendant. He grumbles about something – crunches up his mouth – sighs and writes on his forearm.
I’m then in the clouds – I look over and it is Archangel Jeremiel. I ask him what is he doing here. He replies that I called on him last night (which I did) to help me strengthen my clairvoyance and prophetic visions. I’m staring at him and he smiles. I tell him that I never expected him in a beard and moustache – but clean shaven. He laughs and says that many people have told him that. I comment that he reminds me a lot of Jesus – he is pleased and honored by my comment.
He asks me if I’m ready to see the future. I tell him yes. He has me sit on an invisible chair and through the clouds I can see a screen – not an actual screen – but something that would represent one. Before he begins – I place my hand on his left arm and ask him if there are things in here that I can change – or is everything sealed. He says I can’t ignore fate. I’m not so sure now that I want to know – especially the bad that I cannot change. He says it’s time.
So I’m getting glimpses of things:
–me and my son living in this house
–hurricane wiping out my dad’s home
–My son running up to Bill (my son is either 5 or 6) and saying “Look mom – it’s Bill” Bill bends down to talk to him. My son says – you and my mom are going to get married. Bill looks at me and smiles. He shrugs and says – kids have been known to be psychic.
–Ted, Bill and I in a log cabin – me on my lap top showing them something
And that’s it. Archangel Jeremiel disappears and now I’m back in the 1920’s where I left off in the last session.
Frank/Bill is pulling me by the arm down a hall and then a wooden staircase (staircase is against the wall – reminds me of a Victorian house) and into a black car – a driver opens up the back door and Frank pushes me in. I’m shaking – a combination of fear and nerves. He says – Sheila, you ain’t nothin` but a whore. He grabs my face and says – but you’re MY whore and ain’t no one gonna ever have ya but me.
With that I woke up.
Now my dad and step mom are moving to Fl – today – and will arrive on Sat – one day before Wilma hits their home. They are in Punta Gorda and right in the path. Dad went down a month ago – to start his new job and took the cats and birds with him. So when he steps off the plane today in Ohio – the cats and birds are still in FL. Dad, step mom and the dogs are leaving today to drive down. Needless to say they’re worried and now so am I.