November 12,
2009
2015
On the way
home from Balboa Island I saw the cleanup of a horrible accident. A Ford-type
silver car was totaled, front end in, burned. There was a spoiler thing on his
trunk.
I scanned for
the spirit of the victim. Nothing.
The driver
came to me just before South Coast Hospital. He said he was on substances but
not what you’d think. Money troubles. Took a lot of energy-type stuff. Wasn’t
paying attention. The fire hurt. It was his ticket out. (shows me his coloring,
face, build--he was a very dark man of arab descent, possibly persian)
Man: why are
you writing this about my passing to the other side?
C: It’s what I
do.
Man: As if “I
want proof?”
C: No . It’s
as “I want memories. Wisdom. Guidance from beyond.” : )
Man: I’ll
Facebook it. (sardonic humor)
C: I’m sorry
you died.
Man: It was my
time. I’m Mohammed. There was no glory in that death!
C: No, there
wasn’t.
Mohammed: Are you
sensual?
C: Yes.
Mohammed: And sexy?
C: Of course.
Mohammed: Enjoy it
in this other life. Make it a priority to be happy. All the way. You richly
deserve carnal happiness. Not only for a taste. Ask for it. From the Universe.
God will provide. That is my tip.
Mohammed: Bye bye
for just a little while.
Have grace….
Mohammed ‘the
Prince”
