Thursday, April 23, 2020
. . . I don't know what to say about it except that the mainstream media is a tool of the powers that be, who reside above Trump, Putin, the Chinese Government, etc. Here is one podcast I would recommend on this 23rd day of April, 2020.
And check out David Icke, on various places, including https://londonreal.tv/ .
This is a good story: https://childrenshealthdefense.org/news/the-bill-gates-effect-whos-dtp-vaccine-kills-more-children-in-africa-than-the-diseases-it-targets/?fbclid=IwAR1J9UjJ8_qGR9Zc1GhOLk_4rFW_pQd7u7VmoJaIW7YMJckZeUimHS21M4U
Saturday, February 29, 2020
"Yesterday," at 2/24/20, while driving along Ocean Parkway to get to downtown Brooklyn, I hit a horrid traffic jam. My middle brother was at my right side in the front passenger seat.
While in that traffic jam, telepathically, I “heard”our deceased father say, “This [traffic jam] will help arrange for you to have an empty elevator car ride to the seventh floor of 9 Bond Street.” Or something like that. And that is exactly what happened, about an hour later. That gift was most welcome. I detest crowded elevators.
Later my brother and I drove to Hoyt and Schermerhorn Streets, a street corner which our father had often mentioned when he was alive. I forget why.
Driving on Schermerhorn, I made a left on Hoyt and we went passed the rehab center where our mother, also deceased, had spent so much time.
It was a (deceased) Dad and Mom Connection Day!
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Mary (not her real name) had undergone some sort of trauma in her childhood, I was told by credible sources. This resulted in the loss of part of Mary’s soul. The shamans call that “soul loss.”
Mary's soul loss continued into her adulthood, and was still there, last time I observed, in retrospect.
Interestingly, and uniquely, the lost soul part came to me and asked me to use my (very rusty) shamanic skills to restore her (the lost soul part) to Mary’s soul. It was a heavy metaphysical experience that weighed upon me.
I told the soul part that I could not participate in that type of endeavor unless Mary came to me and requested that a soul retrieval be done (I'd probably refer her to an expert). It was a matter of ethics.
I know Mary. She will never make such a request. But if she does, and if I can help, I will.
Saturday, February 15, 2020
. . . but you should be able to find the story at: https://sites.google.com/site/real911truthbeverlyeckert/home/the-death-of-outspoken-9-11-widow-beverly-eckert
You may have to copy and paste vs link. Of course, the story may disappear at any moment.
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Back in 1969, I had a premonition—that I would die at age 23. The thought would just pop up and into my mind seemingly out of nowhere. At other times, a license plate number might jump out at me screaming “23” as part of the plate number. For some reason, that would trigger a vision of my impending death at age 23. I forget the details, but I remember the premonition.
I remember telling my "date", in the Summer of 1969—a great year in New York City—that I would die at the age of 23. As I recall, we were both smashed on pot and each other. She didn’t seem to take me seriously enough, or maybe she did, I forget. We’d be done in a few weeks, for unrelated reasons.
In 1969 and 1970, I believe I mentioned the premonition to others a few times. Or maybe it was just a couple of times. At least once, of that I am sure.
Admittedly, I cannot recall everything about the premonition. I especially cannot remember the first time I received the message that I would die at age 23. But the premonition was clear at age 21, and Death was clearly associated with the number 23.
Back in the day, pretty stoned on whatever was available, I had no fear of dying, even tho I actually thought I would be dead before reaching age 24.
Many years later, after my 23rd birthday had passed, I became spiritually minded and came to know that in my previous past life, I had died young. Perhaps that had colored my premonition in this life.
In any event, after age 23 came and went, I forgot about the premonition. Until the 23rd of January, 1982, when my son Ryan was born but doomed to die soon thereafter, due to medical malpractice. It was then that the premonition returned, painfully. All that was 38 years ago to the day, as of this original writing (I've done some editing afterwards).
Obviously, during my premonition stage, 23 and Death had been clearly linked, tho I was way off in thinking that I would die at age 23. While I do get signs from the Spirit World, now and then, it has been my experience that I often misinterpret those signs, as in the scenario discussed above. Thus, I have no plans to open up a Psychic Shop.