I’m placing a lot of trust in someone right now.
Hi, Sweetheart, I hope that you are doing stellar, as you should always be doing, so to speak.
So I’m at a point in my life where something good needs to happen quite soon, very soon.
I see what could be called the inevitable, but I am told otherwise, by someone I am trusting very, very much, in not so many words, perse.
Every avenue I have attempted to venture to prevent what could be inevitable has been thwarted by someone.
There must be a reason for this, Kiddo, yes?
It’s Friday, the 31st of March, 698 days into, approximately.
And I am done, Kiddo.
All I wanted to do was to write my book, and to help those that I love. I didn’t plan on this.
I cannot see any reason why my Mother wouldn’t want me to have that.
It doesn’t make sense.
And we’re all about sense.
It is difficult to explain how I feel about all this, for my emotions, though positive, are mixed.
I want to feel good, Kiddo, but I am hesitant to do so.
She’s telling me to feel good, should I, Kiddo?
Could I be misreading her?
She’s telling me “no”.
She’s also telling me to wait on something important.
Should I, Kiddo?
She’s telling me “yes”, that’s good.
It’s good because I trust my Mother, and that’s why we do it this way, just for that.
Am I okay with my Soulmate in a copy of my Mother’s body? Yes.
Why do I say “a copy”? Because my Mother from this dimension is buried at Freedom Plains Cemetery.
And still is.
The numbers are telling me that she plans on doing something, and that something is exhuming her body.
Why? Proof. Even with her standing over her own dead body a DNA test will be needed for evidence.
“Shit’s gonna get Real.” she said, while nodding “yes”.
The numbers don’t lie, and neither does my Mother.
“Oh, yeah.” she said, “Oh no.” I say, honestly.
You see, Kiddo, I know what’s coming, they don’t.
So, should I trust her, Kiddo? Mom, that is.
Would you lie to your own son, Kiddo, if you had one?
Of course not, Sweetheart, you wouldn’t.
Misinterpretation? The numbers don’t lie.
And neither does she.
Does this sound crazy, Kiddo?
You haven’t seen crazy.
And that’s coming from the both of us, Kiddo.
Because we know what’s coming.
And they do not.
And the signs were plenty.
Just like this post.
I’m placing a lot of trust in my Soulmate.
I know my deadlines, and so does she, obviously.
“Good stuff, Boo, good stuff.” she said just now.
Should I believe her, Kiddo?
She says “Yes.”, Kiddo.
Is this reassuring? Yes it is, yes it is.
For me it is, anyway.
Just like the numbers.
“Digit Sum” of the sentences.
Divinity, otherwise, impossible, Sweetheart.
So to speak, that is.
For nothing is impossible.
Only unexplainable, at that time.
At that time.
And now it’s time for work.
Just thought I’d share.
Love you always, Charlie
(The numbers don’t lie)