Daily Merlin Insight
Saturday 23rd June 2007
10:34 pm - 10:55pm
New Zealand
'What next?'
What can we expect next? Strong impressions of a contact with problems with a throat. Speech was not their strongest asset. Visually there was no problem. The eyes could still focus.
What cannot be talked about? But which can be seen quite clearly? How can someone remain silent when they see it all happening ... but cannot speak of what they know?
A man with slender long fingers ... the same man who had the illness of the throat. The same man who's visited twice before but the first time with me ... holds up four fingers ... three together and one moved slightly apart ... 'between three and four' ??
Muffled speech ... close by at one time. Moved on with passing strangers. Time moving on with a sense of urgency. In tall grasses behind a home ... a man is seen rushing, running ... with a key ... there is real relief ... no sense of danger, just urgency as a location becomes known. Keys turn the lock --- an aged lock. Not one used in a long time. Not the usual means of passage ... but one which is the only way. Through an arch, down and down a darkened passageway ... a left or a right turn ... a throat wont permit a shout ... he turns to the left ... then sets back to the right ... and enters into a room which leads to a courtyard ... it would be quicker to the left. Plenty of clutter ... discarded bedding. A child playing behind the bed. To itself whispered dialogue. Into relieved arms the child ... safe .... all because of a tip off ... a phone call ...
A place distant but known ... a town visited ... far to walk but close by car. A faded photograph of grey .. I see the man in uniform; he who provides this information to me.
I ask for a name of this town
Silence ... the presence doesnt know the name of the town but there is a river nearby with a notable bridge. It is not in the country in which they stay nor the one where they now don't live
Not in Portugal or England?
I gain a nod.
When will this take place?
Nothing ... only sight of foreign locals in a dreary looking town. Judging by the weather signs it may still be during summer time but ... it seems colder than it should and a wind is blowing. And the town has so few people there. So few people out of the streets. Fading imagery just the sense of the man wandering through the tall grass again towards a dilapidated building ... a place with a sign board close by .... I gain a sense of the name .... no I can't read ... I see a paper on a board with a date ... 8/8 appears to be perhaps the date ....
the day or is this after this date?
Why can it not take place before?
Because some things are not meant. Some things have to unfold the way they are meant?
But why in this instance?
Because
Who is this?
Gary ....
Gary? Gerry?
Linked to the brother. I have a son. He is in the forces and should be home soon.
???? How can I verify this ...
Helicopters and transporters perhaps Iraq?
**I am uneasy with this information (as always). I will leave it here but I may omit parts or all of this information in the days that follow. It appears too good to be true ... I am wary of it providing false hope ... of it being wrong yet if I dismiss it .... like always it must remain ... in case a fragment of it can be of use.**
