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..

 

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