Today, I’m heading down south to see my grandsons, Glowstick and Ho-Ho. So I’ll be around later to hoppity-hop in the blog field like the Easter Bunny, leaving non-caloric comments. Sorry. No chocolate or jelly beans.
But before I leave, Lila’s Gram asked me to post a message right here on my blog from her. Happy reading! Happy Passover! Happy Easter!
I remember the night I died from a UTI…my, my….of all things to die from, too. Now where was I? Oh, yeah… right before summer began, the cards tried to warn my Lila about that bad fella, Max, and his scallywag friends. Not only did the Tarot try to warn her, but her own intuition flooded in that night. Too bad the cards or, her intuition, didn’t name these bad boys. Unfortunately, that’s how it works sometimes. The fates leave it up to a person to figure certain things out.
In my better days, we practiced the gift of sight on Sunday afternoons. I found it special to mentor her but the child doubts herself no matter what. Very frustrating…(sighs) my, my.
The poor thing endured constant insults from the time she was small by her mother, Babs. That woman’s such a pooh. I’m amazed that she didn’t keep my granddaughter away from me because she sure kept her away from my son, her dad, Rick Bowman. What a shame, too. Because her stepfather, Howie, is no help. He’s a beaten, down wimp.
I can’t believe the woman allowed her to marry Max Butz. They only new each other three months. The fella’s bad news. He looks at my granddaughter like she’s something to eat. What kind of person drives around with drugs and guns in their car? And, what mother would allow such a nice girl to marry someone she barely knows? (Sigh)
Oh, and then there’s his mother, Edna. Dear God. The woman’s not what she appears to be. Praise the Lord…my white-granny- bottom! That’s all the woman seems to be able to say. And, she wants my Lila to be a part of the family business…it’s all criminal activity. Over my dead body…(chuckles) I’m already dead.
Oh, my!! (sigh) What’s a grandmother to do?
Some how, even though I’m in spirit, I’ve got to get this child to understand that she’s got a real gift and a voice of her own. I’m thankful God didn’t take me to the light yet. I’ve got a mission. It’s to help my poor, Lila. She’s got herself in a real fix. Sad thing is, I can’t always manifest to help her or, send out my birds. Maybe it’s a good thing. She’ll find her own strength that way. Can’t be there to fight all her battles. But, I’ll do my best. Especially, when it comes to getting her to Julio. I like that boy.
Pooh, on what her mother thinks!
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