I guess I should speak up. I’m one of those who have been sitting on the sidelines waiting for things to happen. Every day I go through the press and read the stories. I hear people wanting proof. Well, I was one of those people, mostly because my family looks at me sideways. They wonder what I got myself into. They think I’m crazy! My oldest sister told me that she is definitely sure I’m involved in a cult. And she didn’t even ask me any questions. LOL!!! I have to remind them that I put my pants on one leg at a time just like they do. It’s like a brick wall. All I hear is “It’s not in the Bible. It’s not in the Bible” I just want to shake em! I had to let that go because I know who I am (not literally). But when I think about it I do have proof. The things my body has been going through with the one day fevers, the muscle aches, body rashes and OMG the acne. I never had acne before even when I was a teenager.  

Last month I got my car fixed for free.  I had my ATM card out ready to pay and he said we are not going to charge you for this maam. Just consider it an act of good will. I said THANK YOU!!! Also, I paid $12.95 a day in advance to rent a Ford Focus for two weeks while on vacation last month. When I got to the counter all the attendant said was “You’re going to look good in this car” I didn’t know what he meant until I went to the stall to get the car. Wow he gave me a 2011 fully loaded keyless Dodge Charger for the same price. My sister said for some reason she thinks I have been getting blessed. This is the same sister that says she is certain that I am in a cult. Duh…

My dreams changed last weekend.  I was away from home, and they took me even further.  I was not in a place I’ve ever imagined or with anyone I’ve consciously known this lifetime.  I believe I had a glimpse of what life can be like when we are outside the constraints of this dimension. I loosed the bonds of the systems in place and saw a world with different priorities.  It was beautiful and very different.

I was part of a group that went by the moniker L.O.H.  I do not remember what it stood for, only those three initials. We were in New York City.  I understood that crime still existed and we were there for the victims.  There were hundreds of us.  We wore clothing unlike any I’ve ever seen; it was iridescent.  We were strong, vital and committed.

My best friend tells me that maybe L.O.H. stood for “Love Over Head”.  Here’s why.

We went into the apartment where a murder had just occurred.  There was no one there but the body – no police, no yellow tape, no news reporters or eyewitnesses.  Our job was to grant dignity and love to the victim and to care for the body.  It was a different New York – yet not everyone was “on board” and some violent physical dramas still played out.

We were the transitory team – loving the soul who had volunteered to experience this crime as a victim.  I see a long line of us, physically and energetically loving this body.  We lift him up and pass him carefully overhead; carrying the body from this dimension to the next. 

This is someone to be honored and gently moved to his next destination, and we are here to do just that.  Each of us handles him, loves him and thanks him.  We create a path of love he travels on over our heads, cushioned in our light.  We sort of glow and are all beaming with joy.  It is a privilege to do this work.