With no divination tools close to hand, there is a desire and an inspiration to write something down at this time. A sense of 'need' and prompting from a mind beyond this realm. A familiar presence ... 'one of the two' I feel ... 'one of the two old dears' moves in close. One blessed with stage presence and 'not giving a damn. Saying what needs to be said when it needs to be said.'There is a clear instruction here that someone needs to come clean and get it off their chest. A network won't protect them forever. Loyalty will only stretch for so long. Like an elastic band it will snap when overburdened.
There is clear 'rebellion' in the minds of a group here. There may be souls here who are well versed in patience and silence ... but even those vows can be broken. They will not harbour this 'black sheep' forever. A number of souls do know the true one who has been the harbinger of the grief and the misery which has been well known for a while now.
A mind extends the insight that there were upholders of the law, in the early stages, who could have done something about it all. Higher persons than themselves followed instructions to the letter not to permit intervention. The one old dear is quite sure on this count. She is also still confident that eventually the bairn will be re-emerge. Though now the mind reaching out to me is not the same individual. There is a gentle 'celtic' lilt to this other lady. One of the extended family pulls near and knows how to deliver. She's had plenty of time to shake off the shackles of indoctrination ... especially when she overcame the shock of being somewhere after a painful transition. She'd been adamant that 'when you're dead you're dead' but now she is able to freely wander the shores of her emerald childhood without the de-habilitating aches and pains & gradual bodily decomposition which plagued her in her later life. Her regret was never to get back to the land she loved so much. She is back there now ... and is watching over the wee one who is most certainly still with the living. There is no place in the other realms that haven't been searched where someone of such a young age would go after a transition ... the wee one still lives ...
Proof will be the article 'found' or unearthed which has not yet come to light. Something where the trail has gone cold but ... cold can become heat when the right pressure is applied. Do not run out of patience or hope ... in the moments of 'time' that have moved by in the higher realms since the first gifted minds reached out to learn the whereabouts of the wee one ... nothing has changed the viewpoint of those who communicate ...
Hope still exists in the world. As does eventual happy endings ....
