Ginny
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Hi everyone,
When I had gone through my preparatory process and got loaded up with some love,
I placed the intent to be of assistance beyond the physical wherever Helpers felt it was needed. I briefly felt the presence of a Helper to my right as we moved to what I knew to be Focus 23.
A two-story, stone, row-house type of building came in to view as we settled down on the street. I didn’t have any time to become accustom to much because a woman suddenly burst through one of the many doors facing us. She was in her forties or fifties, had dark hair and olive colored skin, and was wearing a modern, plain house dress with a cotton shawl or scarf wrapped around her neck and head. She was terrified and filled with grief, all of it expressed in her eyes and how she nervously moved her right hand about either side of her neck, clutching at the scarf as if she needed constant reassurance it was there. I immediately got a strong knowing that she had no idea she had died and it would definitely make matters worse if she found that out right then and there.
As she looked up and down the street I then got that her panic came from not being able to find her two sons and a daughter. Suddenly I was seeing her without her scarf and I could see a dark line circling the base of her neck, as if she had a permanent scar from some kind of trauma. In wondering if she had been beheaded her scarf then reappeared. I could feel that the scar was a symbol of shame for her, something to hide when in public. And I then got that she had been blown to bits with a bomb attached to her body. She didn’t seem to remember any of that though. All she could do was worry about and look for her children, as if she were still alive in the physical. She absolutely had to find them, because her death had been carried out to save them. She had had little choice: become a weapon and kill herself and as many innocent people as possible, or her children would be murdered.
I moved closer to her and was finally able to get her attention, enough to get her to see a car that I suddenly knew was parked nearby and to reassure her that I could help with her search. I turned to see an empty automobile from the 1940’s-50’s. This caught her off guard and as she took in my presence, and the idea that she may have help, I could feel the presence of more than one Helper surround us. Their influence was having a subtle but vital impact on the woman, not unlike being engulfed in a blanket of warmth after being in the freezing cold elements.
Within seconds I escorted her to the front seat on the passenger side of the car and went through the motions of driving it away from the woman‘s made-up neighborhood/world, to where I wasn’t sure, but I knew the Helpers were doing the navigating. When I knew we had arrived somewhere I was suddenly outside of the car and observing from above, at a modest distance, out of respect for her privacy. As she stepped from the car I could see a beautiful, golden flash of energy around her as she was met by her adult daughter, and then her two sons. I then received the information that her children as well had died around the same time she had, all of them having been lied to and betrayed in the worst way. I asked if the woman had been a Muslim and got a no. In wondering about the awful idea that she had been forced to become a suicide bomber I got that all four of them had been lied to and used.
It felt like it was time to return to C1 so that’s what I did, feeling relieved the family had been reunited.
Well thanks for reading and much love,
Ginny
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