No one can ever say my life was a bore. We are so past that. So I thought I would take a break from all the doom and gloom I predict and share one of my stories. A sort of day in the life of Eric. I begin the day at 3am in search of an answer “What is the trajectory of the coming Hurricane?” .. I get nothing but static. I do get the feeling its the gulf we are talking about. But no information. This happens at times. As I start to dose off I suddenly have a vision:
I am in my office the lavender is burning, the candles are lit, then I go through my back door, to the ally way in the back, suddenly the back door slams shut and blowing in the wind in front of the door is a yellow slip, envelop size, with the word “Warning” written on it, I try and reach for it as it waves in the wind, I catch it, and it turns to ash.
I suddenly wake up. “That has nothing to do with a hurricane.” I thought. Then my mind went wild with ideas on its meaning. My detective side kicked in as I tried to analyze the message. The lavender was burning, candles burning, that would only happen if I was working, but the back door is never slammed shut? Then a ‘warning’ blowing in the wind in the ally of the back of my door, my house? A threat in the back? You see it would have to be something fairly important for them to put a hold on the World Predictions, to put a hold on all messages. A message that either infringed on one of their Spiritual laws, or something so dire they need to put everything on hold.
The day has now started, I didn’t get any messages except one. Sometimes I get waves of endless information, sometimes a peep. This one message makes me concerned.
The day started with a snag, my readings begin at 8am, and the kids needed to be dropped off school. So Bea who was still recovering from pneumonia after our horrible Covid incident was not in the best of health to be driving kids to school. So she recommended going through the back, a short cut through the house, through my office. Which is fine. As long as the reading is not disturbed. But suddenly I felt a breeze over my neck, was this the warning.. No there is no threat here?
So off we all went, the kids went to school and I lit my candles and burned the lavender, the reading was going well, like symphony music playing, the violins spelled their message to a wonderful client of mine, one who has been with me from the beginning of all this. Suddenly as I was in a vision for the client I came back to my office, and their was Axle.
Axle is a guard, One of four guards that protect the entire group of Spirits I serve. He is the leader of the group, and in many ways head of security. Any spirit wanting to connect with me must go through them or our boss Macabe, this in turn protects me from the darkness. It is a way to ensure that when we do world predictions the information we are receiving is genuine. Even my beloved brother Harry has to go through them to get to me. So if we aren’t doing world predictions right now, why is Axle standing in front of me interrupting my reading? Now Axle is huge, a giant, the size of a house. Because of the vision earlier I made a point to leave the back door wide open, and I see Axle lean down and point to the left, then suddenly all the Spirits pointed left with Axle and I heard a voice “Eric!”
I went outside phone in hand, there was Bea stuck in the middle, of the road, her legs clasped, she had reached a state of exhaustion, she looked like she was ready to fall over and quickly asked for a wheel chair. Now the Spirits were floating directly above me, “You should hurry Brother.” Diana said.
Diana is the bold Spirit, our Pirate Spirit, gritty, strong willed, and gives the most accurate blunt predictions. Her predictions are some of the most famous ones, both in World Predictions and personal readings.
I grabbed the chair, from the back, wheeled it from behind her, and just as she sat down Marcus dressed in his perfectly pressed Rod Serling 50s style suit, who floated above me, held out a yellow slip, let it go and it turned to ash. Then I wheeled her quickly inside while telling my client I will have to call her back. Bea was trying to take a short cut back in but underestimated her recovering cough. As I wheeled her in the living room there was our Spiritual General calmly standing in the living room, he was in full general garb which means he had more important places to be and is just poking his head here in the Leigh-Pink house, making sure Bea was Ok, Macabe glanced at me and then clarified the moment. This was a moment touting one of their most prized Spiritual laws.
“Family first, family first always and forever.” Macabe said.
“Yes it is boss. Yes it is indeed.” I smiled and went back to work