You will find doors swinging wide open for you, it will make your head spin
Scott, November 1996
Channeled Writing
I was at work that day, trying to catch up on a few matters lost in the shuffle of the holidays. Following an impulse, I grabbed Mike’s letter from my in-box, closed my office door, and dialed New Mexico. After introducing myself, I asked David “How do you work?” Apparently put off by the question, he fired back in a short tone of voice “What do you mean, ‘How do I work?’” Realizing that we weren’t getting off to a great start, I explained “I just meant, how do you like to proceed? Do I need an appointment, how much do you charge, all that kind of stuff.” “Oh,” said David, in a gentler tone. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t charge for my services, and I’m ready to talk to you now.” I had made the call only to initiate contact, but apparently a full reading was about to go forward. “If I’d known that,” I thought to myself, “I don’t think I would’ve called from here.” My hectic law office, phones ringing and clients waiting, would have been the last place I’d expect the spirit to break through.
Yet here I was, about to take a wild ride. “I am not a psychic,” David explained in a soft Southern drawl. “I work with frequencies and different levels of energy, and am open to receiving information that way that might not be apparent to others. When you boil it all down, matter and spirit just come down to different levels of energy, vibrating together at the same time but in different ways. Each form of energy carries its own message, if you know how to listen for it.” After a brief pause, he continued. “For example, I’ve tuned into the sound of your voice. I get the sense that you have dark brown hair and that you’re a little on the short side, about 5 foot 9.” “Well, you’re half right,” I told him. “My hair is brown, but I’m closer to six.”
His next words immediately rung true with me. “I see that there’s a lot going on in three separate areas of your life. A whole lot of activity.” Struck by his words, I found myself thinking “Maybe this guy’s for real.” He had hit on a primary truth of my life, and a central focus of my creative mental energy: my efforts to keep in balance the three separate worlds of my artwork, my law practice, and the growing number of tasks relating to the book. “In one of those areas,” he continued, “I see a lot of papers, it’s like there’s typewriting on them.” “Yeah, that would be my book,” I told him. “I’ve written a book about HIV and the law.”
David spoke on, giving voice to a flood of images. “I see two women and one man,” he said. “The man is in the background. No, one of the women is in the background. The other is standing with him in the front lines.” Since he had just mentioned the book my first thought was of my agent and two publicists, but nothing clearly came to mind. “Why am I getting this dual gender image?,” he asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. “Could that have to do with my being gay?” “That could be it,” he replied. “I see you doing a lot of travel in June in the North, Southeast part of the country. There’s a situation in your family, in your personal life. Have you had a miscommunication with your brother?”
“Not really a miscommunication,” I responded thoughtfully, “but my younger brother and I had kind of drifted apart. Over Christmas, we were very much reconnecting.” Even as I spoke the words, I was thinking “Might he be talking about Scott?” I recalled Dee’s first words in our first conversation, “I sense a lot of strain in the relationship.” “Yes,” David continued, “I see that there had been a breaking of communications, a growing apart, but I see each of you holding out wires to the other, reconnecting. This will continue to happen very strongly in the second or third week of February.”
“Whose birthday is March 2nd or 3rd? Someone very close to you.” “I don’t know,” I said, dismayed, “I’m not very good with birthdays. But March 1 was the day my lover Scott died, his ‘deathday,’ which I suppose could be seen as a birthday of sorts.” “In the realm of personal love,” he continued, “I see you in a transition period. I see three relationships, one of two, one three and a half, and the third five years.” My God, I thought to myself, that’s exactly how long I was involved with Rob, Jeff, and Scott in turn. “The last one I see has ended. That person has made his transition, but he’s still very much attached to the Earth plane.” He paused, then continued. “There’s something very important about that birthday. I’m feeling a lot of intensity here. There is a very strong interconnection between your higher selves.”
“I see him coming in and out, like he’s coming in and out of a window,” he said, “or like toast popping up and down.” David’s words triggered my memory of a recent conversation with Dee, when I had briefly spoken with her to set up an appointment in Pittsburgh at the beginning of the coming month. “I see him coming and going,” she had mentioned casually. “But he’s so there with you. You really shouldn’t even feel lonely, he’s so much with you.” Now he continued. “I see in the present like shrouds of white and gray, people coming in and out of your life. You need to get on with your life, he’s saying. He wants you to move on.” I smiled as I heard yet again the familiar words, realizing by now that as important the message, it was still much easier said than done.
“There’s a very strong attachment from his side,” David said in a serious tone. “He is unresolved. There is something important left undone, something left unsaid.” After a brief pause, he asked “Can you get in hand something he touched?”
“We’re going to need to bring him through.”
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