I woke from my nap with a start. I was communicating with my surviving sister, Vicki Presco, in a way only sibling can. We own psychic-souls that are forever trying to send the very best messages, because, we share the same fate, the same birthing channel that brings us here, and, takes us away. I love my sister, my daughter, my grandson, and my nieces. Why not my nephews. This is so very hard because Vicki is trapped in her condition. She can not just pick up the phone to say hello. She is saying hello – as I type!
Vicki can not call her friends. So I pass on her Hello. She is in a healing place. She wants us all to get along and love one another. This is what she is telling me to say to you all.
I forgive Vicki and all members of my family. The spiritual and religious work I do is extremely difficult. It takes all my concentration. I am in another realm and time most of the time. This is Memorial Day. Vicki does not remember much. I am remembering for her.