I took a quick look around myself to see if my guides would say anything. They were and so, without thinking about it, I let them dictate my movements as I took a quick succession of photos to see what they were saying and to look at more closely later.
'Safe2Go' They were telling me that it was 'safe to go' on the trip.
'... for wherever your life takes you!'
'Helping people in crisis, whoever and wherever they are' They were saying that they helped people and that they would help me if needed.
'Together we make travel easy.'
'in association with: BAA.' BAA TOURS, perhaps? This was a private joke about an incident that occurred on the Gothic Images Glastonbury to Camelot Tour with Jamie George a few weeks beforehand. A couple of us had started baaing like sheep as we all crossed the road as a group. This was then synchronised with a car coming towards us with [BAA] on the plates. An amber light.
'ECLIPSE'. This was a warning. Same sign. Then, a red light.
'Your chance to dream has arrived' with a silhouette of (a shadow girl) reaching up into the light.
'Directline' and 'SUREFLOW'. These were positive affirmations in regards to channelling and to maintaining 'the link' with my guides and my father.
'What do we really know? Do you really know them?' This seemed to be a different voice. It was asking me to question the spirits. It was questioning my knowledge.
The Crying Brown Bird
Jamie George was several hours late, in picking me up from Glasgow Airport, in order that I join up with the tour group for the highlands of Scotland.
This didn't matter to me, as I had been totally preoccupied, with my father's face appearing on the airport floor. On the way out to the van, we passed a baby brown bird, without a mother.
It was crying out for food, but no one would give it any. When I told Jamie that I was just going to rush into the Starbucks to get a few old crusts for the bird, he snapped back at me, that I was not allowed to do it. I was extremely distressed by this. I pleaded with several people to feed the crying bird, but no one seemed to see or hear it.
It reminded me of something out of one of my nightmares [as well as being one of my main fears], that being, where I desperately tried to save distressed and dying animals, but was unable to do so. I seemed to be having all this stuff happen with small brown birds. As with everything else in my life, I knew that this was not by accident.
When we got to the hire van, another woman on the tour, (Denise), had unknowingly taken my seat in the front. Jamie then told me to get in the back. I said that I was unable to sit in the back, due to motion sickness and that I wanted the seat, I had booked. When he insinuated that this was bad luck, I said, "Look, I'm happy to just get a full refund." Well, he certainly wasn't having that, and so after some further ruckus I was able to retain my seat. Once inside the van, I looked around at the staring faces of the six people in the back. All women. Did any of them know about him? I wondered. As Jamie loaded my suitcase in the back of the van, all the other luggage toppled on top of him. We were hours behind schedule. We passed a number of accidents on the road on the way to Edinburgh and it was dull and rainy and bleak. As we drove into the city I immediately had the sense of coming home. As Jamie wound the black van, through the dank and narrow streets of Edinburgh, I remained viligant. Then a bus pulled in front of the van with huge lettering on the back:
COME CLOSER
"That's him," I murmured. Jamie would later comment that "Coral experiences things that the rest of us don't." I didn't take offense at this. I was comfortable with my interactions with angels and faeries. Nothing that any human being said had any impact in this regard. Although, I had never come across one like this before ... He was now daring me to 'COME CLOSER'. Did he mean back to Greyfriars? I wasn't going anywhere near there again. When Jamie pulled up outside the Edinburgh Castle giving the group a chance to stretch their legs, I ventured a little way down The Royal Mile in order to get something to eat. But the relationship between myself and whatever was in this city was over, so I chose to just hang around the outside of the castle, waiting to leave it behind. I sighed, it was going to be one Hell of a trip.
The Bonnie Banks O' Loch Lomond
This website is part of my personal testimony and has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.
