Saturday, 19 March, 2005
"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.
They said you'd know.
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."