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SDPC Introduction Valerie metaphor grief hospital death

I wrote Valerie that she was gifted psychically and suggested that she might cautiously proceed with learning more about her abilities, to whatever extent she chose. Valerie is thirty-eight years old, and lives with her husband in a western state; they have two children. She works part time in the field of education. She is developing her gifts through study and practice. During the year she sent me a number of messages “from” and about Jane. Some of them subjectively feel right to me; they effortlessly mirror or echo the way the Jane I lived with for almost thirty years often talked and wrote. In fact, at times I found the similarities between the contents of those messages and my ideas of Jane’s own ambience to be striking.

SDPC Part Two: Chapter 7 camouflage Malba instruments Decatur senses

Supposedly it was here where she met her husband, who was a foreman in the plant. [...] While her husband worked in the factory, he also owned a farm outside of Decatur, and after marriage the couple moved there. [...]

[...] When she returned to the house she saw her body upon the floor … Her husband remarried seven months later. [...]

She couldn’t explain what she did, except to say that she ‘learned things.’ I asked further questions about her background and was told that her husband had grown alfalfa and wheat and tried tobacco and corn. [...]

SDPC Part Two: Chapter 10 Mark Rob furniture arrangements bookcases

[...] And if I may give away some secrets, he was beaten by one pigheaded husband who had a snout to match!

Belgium in 1632, and our Phillip, in a rather sensational case for the times, actually brought this husband to a village triala particularly unusual occurence at that time. [...]

[...] Unjustifiably because the pigheaded husband was, forgive my pun, a bore. [...]

SDPC Part One: Chapter 3 cobbler Sarah village wires bullets

We tried the Ouija board one night,
My husband Rob and I.
The cat sat on the bright blue rug.
Hot coffee bubbled on the stove.

Then my visitor sat with my husband,
And smiled out through my eyes at the cat.
With me out of the way, he seemed quite at home.
“Good evening.
[...]