Message 4 Marietje
We are sitting in the Livingroom , peacefully waiting.
The Environment is quiet, mystic.
The Woman says: “Do you think Granny is Allright?”
Granny is called Marie.
She died for more ten years ago, when she was 95 years old
After having experienced 2 world wars, and a much too early died husband, she stayed alone the rest of her life.
Not an easy life.
Marie announces Herself.
“Joh is here too,” she says.
Joh is her husband, who has died when he was 57 years old.
“Joh is here” says Marie once again, “and Annie, and Joh.. “
I consider myself that Annie is Marie’s sister and the second Joh is Annie's husband.
Then the voice of Joh sounds: “Tell it to Marietje.
A message for Marietje.
I tell the woman on the couch that Marie and Joh are here in the
Livingroom with us, and Annie and Joh too.
The woman looks at me vaguely.
Marie says : “There is a book, which you must find.
I ask the woman on the couch : “Do you have a book in your possession... a KNITTED book?”
Immediately I notioned that Knitted books do not exist... and I decided to repeat the question.
“A book, Knitted ?”
I say that I don’t understand.
The woman on the couch knows it for sure!
There is, as it happens, a book with a Knitted cover!
She doesn’t know Where, but it is in her own house.
“Yes yes yes” says Marie and the rest “Up-There”
“That’s the book which needs to be found.”
I ask the same question again: "Marie, is that the book she need to find?"
The answer is Yes.
Marie shows me the colours and the cupboard where it could be.
I ask the woman on the couch if the book could be in one of these cupboards.
The woman says: “No, it must be in a cupboard in a bedroom, behind a curtain.”
“There she has been not so long ago,” says Marie, “and she has moved something.”
The woman on the couch does not remember it and denies that she has moved something.
We return to the book.
Marie shows the colours of the knitted cover:
light pastel colours with outside edge with a green colour.
The woman does not know what to do, she just doesn’t remember such a Knitted Cover.
I hear Marie say : “That is the book, which must be found...the rest will come in arriving time.”
I tell the woman on the couch what I have heard.
The woman and I don’t understand all of the message.
Then I ask the woman: “Did you Just asked a question to Marie?”
“Yes,” says the woman, "I asked for a proof...
Let them then show me, or do something else, so I KNOW that THEY are REALLY here...”
Marie answers, with Joh, “Is it no Proof to her that we call her Marietje ? “
The woman wants more proof.
Marie says laughing: “I will really not overthrow something, if that what she means by PROOF !”
I tell what I hear and we laugh together for Marie's humour.
All of a sudden the woman on the couch says:
“Oh, but I have moved something...
I had Marie's mourning card in my hands, which I had found in THAT cupboard, in the bedroom, the cupboard with the curtain...
and that morning card I had put there on a shelve in that cupboard,
but it doesn’t belong there, so I put it in a box somewhere else!”
Marie says: “It also doesn’t belong in there !!”
I get an explanation for why the card has moved to the box.
The mystery of the moving card has been solved and we breathe relieved.
I explain to the woman that as we call for our Loved (past) Ones, they will come !!
By gripping something, by looking at an object or photo and in the meantime, consciously or unconsciously thinking about this person, you send a thought into the Universe, to which is of course received and then you have made a contact with your loved one, Family member or Friend who is in that other dimension.
They LIKE to look around in our LIFES and Help US where ever they can.
We talk quietly, and then Marie says: “We go now , we have work to do.
Tell it to Marietje.
Message for Marietje: We are ALL here.”
We are quiet and in awe by all of this.
The woman on the couch looks vaguely but KNOWS that she has had contact with her own father and mother, who have died, and are no longer on this earthplane, but in Heaven, or whatever you like to call this !!
A beautiful woman, old, wrinkled, thin, slim hands, which she frequently puts on my face and then she whispers kind words in my ear: “It will be Allright Dear Child !”
She sits on the couch.
Trying her very best to understand what just happened.
"Message for Marietje... "
Marietje... the woman on the couch... my Mother.
And the book?
She would find it.
Posted: 12:14:18 PM
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