Three Conversations

Saturday, 19 March, 2005

Alaina:

"Mama, try talking to the angels."

Any one in particular? What should I say?

Waving of a small, imperious hand.

"Whatever you like."

I close my eyes and concetrate. I've been tense and snippy, so when I sense Presence, I mentally ask for patience, strength, energy. The usual. I ask for a good mood. I ask if there is any message for Alaina. (Tell her thank you.) For what? (She'll know.)

They say to tell you thank you.

"For what?"

I shrug.

They said you'd know.

She frowns.

Why don't you ask them?

She closes here eyes, concentrates.

"Oh," she says, laughing a little. "They said they were thanking me for teaching you to talk to them."