The Rock Of My Death

I put it out of my mind that I had died. My coming back was horrendous. It all came back when I had a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute in 1987.  I sat in a chair facing two Readers. There was a guide in the back of the room. A young woman was agitated. The guide asked her what is wrong.

“It’s his mother. She’s right here in my face. She doesn’t want us to read her son.”

“Put up a white shield of light!……………………Make that two!”

Rosemary knew I was carrying a spiritual issue the day I was born. The nurses beckoned her to the window to behold the amazing star shower. She told me she was too spent. I owned what she wanted. My mother would throw many devious obstacles in my way.

Note the narrow bridge over the eye. I had just read Tolkien’s Trilogy, and…