A MORNING IN GLASGOW: FIRST WARNING OF THE APPROACH [3]
'ENGINEERED FROM THE INSIDE OUT.' My guides refered to themselves as 'The Engineers'. Here they were saying that I was being engineered from the inside out.
'VANILLA BLACK.' This was a reference to myself as being VANILLA and him as being BLACK.
'British Heart Foundation.' I did not understand what they meant by this. Only that I had been called HEART in London, and I ran a small company called The Thylazine Foundation. Were these now the same 'spirits' that I had interacted with in London?
'SUN DAMAGE LASTS.' They were talking about being damaged by the sun. [UPDATE 2011: The sun was a reference to APOLLO/ Apollyon of The Bible.]
'HAWK EYE.' This was my guide from Australia who showed up weeks before I was leaving. He always appeared as a hawk. He was here keeping an eye on me.
FIRWOOD MAINTENANCE.' This was a reference to FAIRY WOOD (my online name on RSVP) and it felt like he saying that he was maintaining me, like baby-sitting me.
I saw scratch marks, like cat's claw marks.
I was being shown signs.
Mackenzie told me that he had 'duristiction' over London, Glasgow and Edinburgh. Afterwards, in a voice that I recognised, but that was not my own, he told me that no matter what country I was in, that he was going to be there. Well, I thought, he won't be back in Australia. There's no drain with 'Sydney' written on it. Once I got back to the Newton Motel, I looked down and saw the drain GLENFIELD. It was the suburb next to where my mother lived. [UPDATE 2011: While I didn't think about it at the time, this was just as bizzare as finding my name and the names of my relatives at The Arthur Findlay College. It was like I was always going to arrive here. It was more than synchronicity. It appeared to be about them designing my future.]
I noted this pamphlet in the motel reception desk. He had refered to my mother down the street as RED. This appeared to be a comment on her as being like an onion, in that she had many layers. When I went to call my mother to give her the number of the motel, the last 3 digits were 666. As I called my mother she called me at exactly the same moment. We talked for several hours in regards to my intense week at the Aurthur Findlay College.
When I mentioned that a student medium had spoken like pop saying, "Settle down. Settle down. Mind the arm", mum told me that it had been for my aunty Karen who was having alot of difficult with her arm. I did not know this and so the medium could not have been reading my mind, which was something I had often wondered about, that being, whether mediums really contacted the dead, or whether they simply read the minds of the sitter and then reassured them with that information. Once I got off the phone to my mother I was exhausted. It has been good to share everything I had discovered via mediumship. I went down the steet to get a few more supplies, then I saw something that was very disturbing.
It was a front page newspaper headline featuring a full colour spread of a cat, that looked exactly like my cat Pushkin. It was feature story about animal cruelty. Apparently the cat had been found mutilated. This was odd, since I was worried about Pushkin still being with Pam Ahern, at Edgar's Mission back in Australia, and intended to get him back as soon as possible, along with my other animals, upon my return. Were my guides trying to warn me about something regarding Pushkin? Something about being shown this didn't feel right.
I returned to my room at the Newton Hotel, in order arrange my luggage and pack for the next day, when I would be meeting up with Jamie George, from Gothic Images Tours and his tour group at Glasgow Airport, in order to begin the tour of the highlands of Scotland. I was sitting on the floor, packing my bag, with my back turned to the lit space on the wall. The lights dimmed up and down again and I heard the loud and contented purring, of a what sounded like a very large cat, in my left ear. I stopped breathing, fascinated. I thought, wow, somebody's cat must have died in this room. A few seconds later, I heard my dog Kindi whining in front of me. "Kindi," I called out, "Kindi! Come on, Kindi!" Kindi had died four years before in Darwin. It concerned me that she was right in front of me and that I couldn't see her. I thought, what is she doing in a hotel room in Glasgow? I was very concerned about Kindi. I had complete trust in my guides. I wanted to know that she was being looked after.
Giorgio Moroder - Irena's Theme (from the movie Cat People)
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