Yesterday was a bad day Ant came over and arguments flew so he took off back to london to watford to meet up with a mate. He wasent there had gone to london for a kids birthday party that his son was attending. So Ant went to london where his kids live and near to the party.  When he got there there were people outside some were crying. James now 29 was murdered and then put into a car to make it look like a car crash ( was in sunday mirror) his brother Luke was outside and Ant was talking to him, (his family know Ants a medium) he put his arm around him and had his hand on his back giving him healing.  He rang me to tell me about the death because he was shoked and as you can imagine quite upset as he had know this man since James was 13.

 

Ant came back and as he was talking about it i (stupid me) tounched his hand well that was it the flood barriers broke down and i couldnt stop the tears. My back was frezzing and i couldnt get warm and i had a stinking headace. I was light headed and almost fell down twice. I went for a lie down and just cryed like a baby. After a while i got up and made dinner for Michael and Ant (i couldnt eat) I left them to eat and went back to the bedroom sat on the bed holding my pillow and rocking in tears and pain. When Ant had finnished and went into the computer room i joined him he asked me if i was still cold. He was unawhere that i had been crying my eyes out (pillow sound proff) I said no its worse. He asked me when it started. i had to think but then i said the headace started around 20 min before he got back and the coldness atarted after i touched his hand. He then said opps that was the hand he had around Lukes back. He then said it should go away now as he asked James to back off a bit (he wanted ant to talk to his Mum ) i looked at him as said well it hasent. We went to bed and boy what a fretfull sleep Ant said i kept makeing weird intakes of breath and even he had a bad nights sleep tossing and turning and at one ponit allmost jumped out of his skin. I was lying there praying to my angels and walking with clouds for help for him ( James) and for me There were purple lights and a sort of darker color its had to discribe like pathches of mutted yellowy amber that i see sometimes. I had weird dreams that seemed to be saying that time is running out but not sure if it was connected or something else i am going threw.

 

Can we please all send James Luke and his family some healing please he was a lovley chap,Irish, thin as a rake but the persona of a big man loads of fun and fitted in everywhere like to use diffrent accents depending on who he was with.  (Erika I think this is the chap that came threw when we were on the phone he was skinny but his brother a body builder is built like a brick s**t house I think he was showing the connection and he persona) and leaves a child and wife behind and as you can imagine the family is is in dispare. They have taking in one man but are looking for another two in connection. There was a woman ( who they are calling an Angel)  who was with him as he died and he said his last words to her so the police are trying to find her but she left without leaving her name.

 

Love Silver xoxox