I do take my work seriously, I am afraid to say. This is one thing that perhaps you will learn.
It is no joke or thrill seeking. You are young and your mind is 'open'
You have neither condemned or agree with me, which is good. I see you as a young innocent learning to walk.
This is one of the things that I had asked my suitor.
I was 15 at the time, and four of us lads, had seen much.
Frank was the Medium, and I asked:-"Why us?..we are young, when there are so many inteligent older people with top jobs?"
The answer was so good, that I had never forgotten. "You are young, and your minds have not yet been filled...so we can teach you"
So...you grow older and wiser, and you ask questions like:- "What are the blue lights that flicker in the sky, and my space friends" and they would say: "You must never talk about such things....you imagined it"
So you look at your hands, see your eyes and look at the photographs they send you, and I have to pretend that there is nothing there, because those who have not seen, say that they know better"
There were always many things that I could not understand, and people kept telling me, that I psychic...and I just laughed.
Four years ago, a blue light hovered above me in bed, as night after night, I rejected it. Until one night it 'took me' as a brilliant blue ink poured over me. I thought I was going to die, as it swirled around me.
It touched my skin which made it turn peppermint at the edge. Then it spoke in my head. Perhaps two thousand words in three seconds.
"Ask no more about the flicks....for now you shall see" It showed me how it was created...that there was no death, as it pointed to a stalagmite.
"see how it is formed...perfect, from thousands of years of rain water...there is no such thing as failure. It just means that you are not ready. I saw dead people, perhaps three thousand souls who all knew me. Each had made it home, as there was only one way to God. Back to the creator, through learning and more learning like the brook having found the sea. Yet each soul kept it's own identity...strange!
Here was perfect peace,like a stroll on a warm Sunday morning with church bells ringing. I had never known such peace. Then each spirit spiralled around me and flew out of the window. Rich people, poor people, priests and ragged people, until the last one bid me goodbye.
I was shown the Temple of Candles. There inside this large temple, were thousands of candles. Bright candles, stubby candles and some nearly spent flickering candles.
The voice said:
"Here lie a candle for each soul on the earth. The candle is a measure for the time left for each soul. To remind us when they shall be back."
Entities would enter this place and pary strength to those who would return. Great souls and prophets, often crucified for their belief. Good people, who suffered for the sake of rightiousness.
So you see Rileigh...it is no good to play with God's gift.