Grandma Thelma & Michelle...
Okay, it's 1:25 AM on August 18th. It is Tuesday morning. Let's go ahead and do our grounding, starting with a complete clean slate—not coming in here with any presuppositions about who I want to channel or what I want to experience. Let's do the grounding first and then see what develops. The first thing that I saw for a refreshed grounding cord was a column—like a Greek column, but it wasn't round; it was square and white, and it had grooves running down the length of it the way round columns have those grooves. But as soon as I saw the shape of it, it turned into a column made of red bricks. What is the significance of that? The first flash of a thought that came was my Grandmother Thelma's home in Springfield when she was left living alone. She had lived on the west side of town with my mom, her mother, her grandmother, and her brother up until everybody was gone—her grandmother and mother died, her brother died, and my mom got married and moved to Califor...