Kant - You can call me anything you like...just don't call me later for dinner (as my grand daddy says).
After this post you and everyone else on the list might call me crazy, but I have decided that if a few strangers think I am crazy that's okay. My kids already do. LOL This is gonna be a long one so go grab a cup of coffee (or water if you're off of caffeine) and get ready.
For quite some time people have told me that I had a gift...that I could potentially be open to things if I would allow it to happen. I was never sure how I felt about that. A few years ago I started meditating and learning to open up my mind more. I think I trained myself to be more open and aware. My son likes to say that I have "crystal ovaries"...because he can never get by with anything. I "just know" things.
Obviously this case has intrigued me...mostly because of the close proximity, but also because I have a son that is this age and I am very close to him much like Morgan and her parents. So - I started meditating and thinking about Morgan. I tried to feel her or feel what she was feeling. I had never tried this before with a stranger so I didn't even know if it would work.
A few days ago I started to get some thoughts in my head that seemed to be coming from her. I wrote down those things immediately and even drew pictures of things that I saw. I also told a friend about them so that I had proof if they ever meant anything. Today that meant something.
I saw something like an igloo. I told my friend it was like one of those igloo dog houses. Today while at the scene where the purse was found I saw what I had envisioned - it was the dome of the old arena.
I saw a door frame. It was weird though because it was bigger than a door would be. Today while at the scene I saw it on the garage in the parking lot.
I saw gray stones layed out. I drew the pattern that I saw. Today there were rocks like this at every drain site surrounding the area.
I heard her say "scoreboard". Obviously, there was a scoreboard at a baseball field.
I saw blue. It was an odd color blue or something about it seemed odd. I told my friend I didn't know what about it was odd - it was just odd. Today we saw the track around the soccer field and it was blue...bright blue. Have you ever seen a blue track? I haven't...that is an odd blue.
I have had some overwhelming emotions. I broke down and cried in the area where the purse was found...but it was an unusual cry. It wasn't like I was crying because I was sad - I just felt her fear and sadness. (I am having a really hard time describing this.)
I also felt like someone grabbed her arm and forced her to walk away from the arena.
I have tried to see who it was or what he looked like and I might have an idea, but I already feel crazy enough so I am not going to go there now.
There are still some words that haven't played out yet. Spcifically, names. Maybe you guys can help me. The names are: John, Amber (might be a color?), Andy, Robin (maybe) and Mon - like Monica or something like that.
Please don't have me committed. I swear this is happening to me...and it is the scariest thing that I have ever been through. I almost wish I wouldn't have tried it...b/c now I can't stop it.
