“Why did I die?”

In the second half of my two hour reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute, I Sceptic, got to ask questions. The first question I asked was;

“If it is true I died, where was when I died?” Smart-ass question, right? I mean, we all gotta die somewhere! Where we go from there – God only knows!

“You were on these beautiful rocks by the sea.”

Now, I am amazed, and almost a believer, for there was a place I had in mind as my death scene. I had fallen on a dramatic rock at McClure’s beach, and a sharp rock entered the plan of my hand, exposing the bone.

“Why did I die?”

“You were in much pain, and carrying guilt that did not belong to you. You had to let it go!”

I have long understood I was the Family Scapegoat that has been forever sacrificed to make things…