Like a winter chill, I feel an icy blast across the trail as I try to focus. To bring things into my awareness. Tonight I feel the touch of despair. Of hopelessness. Of menace. Of something I cannot explain .... the entire vibe is different around me. The high is replaced with the barometer low ... an invasive frost covers the path before me, hiding the footprints I was following in the ground before me. Giving the scout time to hide the tracks so nobody can follow once the frost thaws.
Transcript
11:05 - 11:15pm
Saturday 26th May 2007
New Zealand
'There is deceit ... and deception ... it is not what it appears. Something had to be said ... to give someone time to act ...'
'What does this apply to? The lost little girl ...??' I had to ask, this link was totally unexpected
'It may well be ... if it does apply ... then the trail is cold now and she is likely to remain well hidden now until they choose to let her appear. The time to have found her has passed'
'Where is she? Tell me'
'I'm with her. I'm beside her. She is watching out the window at a stream. She is mesmerised by the water of the stream. She sad and so alone ..'
Holding that image, I move through the gloom of that room. White painted walls. Old stone walls. Isolated and desolate place. A sense of boxes, belongings hastily dumped in another room. Just arrived at this place ... I hover above an old cottage painted white surrounded by a mountain scope. The day is misty and overcast? A track leads from the old cottage though no cars are parked ... is the little girl alone? Is this the same little girl ... she hides her face in her hands. Extending my vision I gaze deeper into the scene ... a winding moorland road ... a lone telephone box (red UK type?) .... is this now or is 'this going to be' ....
'Where am I with this scene. This not Lesotho. You said Lesotho ...'
NO REPLY .... I've to end the transcript there ...again I've the overwhelming feeling of this 'not feeling right' but again I must let this appear in the blog in case it contains information which is right at a later date ..... I'm not sure about the feeling around this situation at all ... something odd; something blatantly simple .... whoever has her has taken children before as this is all part of a well rehearsed routine ...
