Dear John of God,
It is beautiful to see you here with Dorlie, supporting her very essence. However, we feel we need to say you are within your bounds, your right to speak as we are speaking. Your voice is ours. We are one voice. Love is powerful. My voice, His, Ours — we are One Voice. Let us share space on Book of Light as troops in Heaven to help brothers, sisters, loves — all creatures — bounce back if they are down.
If you see creatures die, do you sit after they die and think how you helped them? Do you remember how you helped yourself? If you do, then lessons are learned. It is truly a sad experience, yet many choose this in order to grow in areas regarding Peace, Understanding, Companionship, Love.
Egregor is a term used to describe an event that catapults energy to create form. Fanatic Elvis worshippers are an egregor of sorts. They create energy in motion as a result of his death. So, egregor here can be used to describe how a person can construct energy to make larger, by intention, a smaller event so others see it clearer. You took mom’s passing, energized this largely for your love of her, yet, the placing it on the ‘net took a life on of it for more energy. You have others who hear, see your words and carry energy about her, you. This is our world. We take energy, carry, shift it and move you, others by intention, forethought. You, unknowingly, moved many, as a group, by your words. Thank you, dear John. (smile, tremendous hugs around the table)
I understand sad. Yes. We had loss over ages. Yes. (pause) The world stopped. I had Joanie close her eyes so I could rest, envision Peace. I return and she continues.
The answer is Love. OK? That is all. (smile)
Love, David, The One Who Sits, Thinks, Speaks, Writes, Listens To You So You Can Return Here To Heaven In A Handbasket
