Sundays can be a time to reflect.  There is someone who is thinking too much about what has happened--the worst really is over.  Sometimes life just seems so unfair; it is unfair, and nothing can be done.  We just have to help one another.  That's the problem today--and of yesterday; so many people in the world, and no one wants to help one another.  I and the spirits send our prayers.  I send energy to the spirits so they can keep helping those who sit in darkness, those who despair.  The message is: I am with you, even though I may not appear in the form you want to see.  I don't know if I can come in person like I did in 2011, but I will try.  It depends on what's stopping me.  

For my thoughts--I continue to unravel the mysteries of long ago and translate the materials from the book of shadows recovered from the box in the ground.  It has been a tedious effort.  I attempted while in New York, Each mystery translated is fascinating.  Someday, I will commit this book along with my own back to the ground.  If not, then to a museum, or into someone's hands in which will find it as dear as I do.  I have thought much lately about the fact that I am the keeper of secrets, the keeper of souls as I pray for them.  Who will take my task some day?  Who will pray for those who can no longer speak for themselves?  Perhaps a legacy is in order.  I will work on this.  Coming up: The birth of the nahual-- a short story about the origins or skinwalkers in Mexico.