Thursday, September 12, 2013

the San Francisco area organ

The very next day, Elaine and her mother to go shopping. When her mother went to her coat, the same coat, she warned the night before in the dream, she found a pair of men's sunglasses in a pocket. Both women had seen glasses, rather puzzled, suddenly appeared to them, they put in a stereo set, and left home. When two came back, they go to have a look in the glasses, have a look whether there are any identifying marks, but the glasses has disappeared "(Holzer 117-118).
"Mrs. Arlene, Chicago, Iri Noiyushu, has a lot of experience, years of soul. Happen, especially when her stepson, John operation on his arm, a never cut off and tendon repair. It is a delicate operation and Mrs. W. is just about, on the evening of November 11, 1969, when John Mrs. W had dreamed of, in the hospital, she found herself in his hospital room, she saw him in bed, realized he was in pain, a nurse call button pushing Mrs. W stood behind him on the bed, looking down, she could see the top of the table he bandaged arm on a pillow, a metal tray on the syringe with a nurse. Mrs. W. saw her clearly, cap, hair color, height and construction. See, she cleans the nurse John two muscles and he injection needle. Almost immediately, she could feel his relaxed. Then, suddenly, the rise of W. panic buying lady, remind immediately. She had to hold on to promote and check the time on the clock, is 2:05 AM the very next day she went to see her stepson, and asked how he slept, he told her. He had to have a shot at two in the morning, Mrs. W describe the nurse, she has "seen" and described for those who give her a nurse. There is no way in Mrs. W may know this, because to this special nurse on duty, a 11 point night "(Holzer 118-119).
Esther: "Mrs. P. in the San Francisco area organ, she has had years of spiritual experience, but she wants to know the reason, she was my contact with you, to find out more about astral projection mechanism. Return to the body smooth or bumpy if there is a connected to it.

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