The Precious Scars

March 22, 2018  was the day in which the events of A Banshee's Cry took place.  Precisely one year later, a couple of visions would spell the end of this particular leg of my journey.  Was to be born  March 22 , but an accident caused my mother to delivery me early.  I am exactly three years, two months, and two days older than Jonathan and Drew .  322  is said to be a sign of a powerful spiritual awakening.  #ILoveJonathanScott Drew Scott has a tendency to go a bit heavy with scented soaps.  Noticed this when I found myself trailing behind both him and Linda Phan , at a height level to his.  Thought I'd gone crazy.......until I learnt about the supernatural aspects of the twin flame phenomena.  Explained those times I glanced into a mirror......and saw Jonathan 's eyes in place of my own.  This is one of many photos in which I can see my face in his.  There were multiple occasions where I glimpsed ...

Scotsmen are crazy....no ifs, ands, or buts about it.  They're crazier still when they're dead.  My second guide is a Scotsman, but not from the original settlement in which my city now stands.  He's related to the Scott family ......or at least thinks he is.  Likely a ghostie who saw the family on a trip and decided to adopt the bunch of them.  Sees the boys as nephews; has a special affinity for Jonathan . Map of Scotland Looks to be middle aged.  Shows himself mostly bald; sometimes with facial hair, sometimes without.  Is a very tall, slender fella' with muscles.  I know this because he doesn't often wear a shirt.  Suffers from "Scottish halitosis breathe".  Can change his form however he wishes.....so shouldn't be an issue, but don't know if he truly understands this.  Perhaps he just likes remaining true to his former self.      When he shouts his name (which he does every time he manifests) it sounds...

Ever have a reaction straight out of a movie?  Mine occurred when hearing, "Retire now because.....".  Suddenly I was doing a Bella in the moments following her death.....internally screaming and clawing at my face, but externally appearing so quiet and still in the presence of the man with me. The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch Something else happened.  There was this burst, followed by a ripple...which sped away from me with supersonic speed and force.  Didn't know what it was.  Didn't know what it meant.  Wouldn't know for many months.        Essentially, I was instructed to make a wish list and begin checking everything I'd ever wanted for my life.  All I'd wanted these last twenty years was an incredible love who'd come home to me......and a child.  I wanted to be a mother, but these dreams weren't possible anymore.  And I couldn't remember older ones because an accident a dozen years earlier robbed me of al...