My friend Yeshua
I put in a nicer font. I feel pretty good except I have to be up around 5 AM tomorrow morning to take Harry up to Jefferson. I hate morning stuff. I'm a late owl and it often makes me sick. The doc told Harry not to drive while he can't hear and Harry doesn't like to drive. He is a retired Philly Police Officer (from the 1960s. I think he retired in the 80s. I don't know anymore. He still drives a little wild.
I did readings today and yesterday afternoon. The one yesterday was a drug overdose. I told the lady to call me when she had more questions and we'd talk. I can't charge people who've lost a child. I wouldn't charge at all, ever, but people don't value what they don't pay for and we are supposed to do an energy exchange. So far, I don't think the non-payers have ever written a review, although they said they would. I can't compare what I do with them. I was raised by readers, and writers, who'd gone to college. We were still working class, but odd.
I talked with Yeshua, (today, known as Jesus), and Queen Elizabeth I today. Lizzy, she said to call her that, was busy, but she was friendly and curious about my getting Chiropractic "with her". I called Jesus because the kid from yesterday is lost. He desperately needs a loving spirit to lead him to help. Jesus agreed but urged me to find a church with a good spiritual choir and go listen. I was an atheist but now, I've turned into someone who knows the universe is kept functioning by one energy with other, smaller energies running us. You can call her/him God. In fact, they like being called "God".
I looked for a church with a great choir. And looked. I haven't found it yet. We live in a diverse development and the ones around us are mixed too. I'm not a fan of ignorant people, and macho men turn my stomach. There's some close by and the reason for the trees lining the edges of our property and the private four-season garden in back. (Yes, I built it. My favorite shovel is a hint.) I love our house and Delaware is so convenient. Coming from Philly and all the cement, this is almost heaven. I'll have to keep looking for a choir. Jesus has been too good a friend not to try to follow his suggestion. No, he's not God to me. To me, he's like a cousin from Israel. I think he still wears the one piece dress-type thing. He has a beard, but it's not big, and longish black hair. His hair is curly, his eyes are brown with long eyelashes, tanned darkish skin--Harry's mother's type color. He's "white", but I've seen lighter Africans. Harry's mom's family are, dark. His nose is not big, but not small. He has a good nose. His nose has a bump like mine, but it's bigger than mine. The psychics say he's an ascended master. I'm not sure I know what that is, but I know Jesus. I think I've been blessed with his friendship.
I don't know if anybody will find and read this. I'm writing it for me and anybody who someday, sometime might be interested. Mostly for me. I don't know if I'd , wrong! Now, that I've thought about it, I have lots of questions for Jesus. I have difficulty interpreting messages/feelings from the spirits. It's hard. Nevertheless, I'm not gonna be able to stop myself from asking him questions. I'll have to put the answers here because I don't want death threats. Those machismo guys love threatening women as much as they would avoid threatening another macho idiot..
