Kant - You can call me anything you like...just don't call me later for dinner (as my grand daddy says).
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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.