Leaving the confines my safe place I find myself in the company of fascinating people. This morning a man named Michael, who was probably 60 years old, sat across the room from me. On the top of each hand was tatooed a word. The right hand I couldn't make out. The left hand read: DAD. Michael is a spiritual being with a burning faith in God.
When everyone finished sharing their experience, Micheal approached me. Pushing me back without touching me, Michael moved me away from anyone who could overhear. His eyes were wide. Unblinking he looked into my eyes and said, "I know your son. I've seen him. I've held him. He's happy. He's free. There is no death. He wants you to know he's with God and he's happy. He's free. You are to be free. Let go of the past. Don't go there. There is no life in the past." I thanked Michael for the message and told him I know the message was real and I accepted it. Michael walked away without blinking once. "Peace of God be with you."
I had breakfast with Santa Maria Deluca and then packed my bag and headed south to Bonita Springs. The drive was made in Peace.
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