The hard part about fully tuned in intuition, or being pyschic

   This has been happening off and on for me over the years, but sometimes when I am asleep those who have died come to visit me. I like to say crossed over, but sometimes they haven't yet.

     I know others out have had this happen, so it is not unusal.  Often I don't know these people, but for some reason they seem to know I have an open mic out there and they wanna talk into it.

     Or show me pictures.   This doesn't happen all the time either way, but occasionally it does.

      The last time was a little boy, one who has been in the news for almost a year.  He is dead, he was murdered and my heart just breaks because his information was kind of vague.

        I have been waiting for him to show up again, and maybe we can come up with a more definite
idea of where he is buried.

        All he showed me was how he looked before, and a three foot post covered with butterflies.  By a gravel parking area, near water.  I could see the water, and the butterflies on the post.  The post was one of those short boundary markers that they often edge a parking area with.  Then it was gone.

          Since then I have thought of him often.  I have talked to him to show me more, but there has been nothing.  And his mother lives down here, his stepfather works with a friends son.

                And my heart just aches over the whole thing, but I have no clue where this post is.

               When you only get a glimpse and nothing else, it is very frustrating to know that if you could only
catch some more, you could end someone's agony.  As sad as it will be there will be at least closure.  I know how that feels.

                  I am still trying to call him back.  The police need more than that, and he is a child, so it will be very hard, so lots of love his way.

   

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