September 6, 2017


I have been giving Steve the gentle "nudge" that I want to channel for a couple of days, now, but he is exceedingly busy, and exhausted. So this morning, we will try.

As some of you may know, Steve is sole and full-time caretaker for his mother, who is in very poor shape, now, at 98 years old. It is all Steve can do to get from one end of the day to the other (with time in the early morning for working on his book). But now, there appears to be one of the largest hurricanes in recent history, bearing down on the East Coast; and it may, at whatever level of strength, veer north and hit him in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

None of the options are good. As said, he can barely take care of her at home; trying to follow the complicated routine needed to keep her alive and (relatively) healthy on the road, or in a shelter, would be nearly impossible. She can't eat solid food, she can't drink clear liquids. She can't see, or walk; she has severe dementia. Even milk is too thin, now, and has to be thickened. Steve thinks she probably would die fairly quickly even in a hospital, no less in a hurricane shelter.

But he lives in a wooden, none-too-well-built, two-story structure, three blocks from the ocean. It can survive a 75-mile-per-hour hurricane, like Hurricane Mathew, with just some water damage (which means Steve has had to bag up and seal all of his treasures arising from his past-life study); but if one with 185-mile-per-hour winds; or even 140, or 130, hit there, all might be lost. The roof might blow off, the building might simply be flattened, and all would perish. Steve has his cat to consider, too--she can't be taken to a shelter. She is on special food, now, because tests indicate she is in the early stages of kidney failure. He could leave a huge supply of dry food for her, but she can't eat dry food very well.

This reminds Steve, however incongruously, of the times he tried to explain, to unsympathetic ears, why he had trouble finding employment. The reasons were real, but the questioner simply didn't want to be bothered with the harsh reality of it, and blamed Steve for having "poverty consciousness," or of not really trying hard enough.

In all this, Steve does not feel--nor has he yet asked--for any guidance from me. When a person is in physical incarnation, it is crucial that he or she be given the free scope to make decisions. It is a privilege, in terms of one's potential for spiritual progress, to make them wisely. Giving advice is tantamount to robbing one's "charge" of that rare opportunity. So I must keep mum. Steve has to look at this monster bearing down on him, being in such a precarious state, and make decisions based on what he knows.

So there we leave the matter. You will, perchance, find out what happens in the next entry. Perhaps the storm will dissipate over land on its way up the coast; perhaps it will be a nuisance, but not devastating, by the time it reaches South Carolina. Steve can hardly wish that the storm spend itself on the poor people of Florida! Meanwhile, Guadeloupe, which is where my people on my father's side come from, is getting the brunt of this, now. There probably are, Steve thinks, Poyen descendants still living there. We wish them, and all of the people on the Islands, protection, and pray for them that God grants them courage in such a trial.

Love to each and all,

P.S. In the evening, when Steve had some peace and quiet, he asked me, using our old and most-reliable "prompting" (yes or no) method, whether or not I thought he should bring his mother upstairs. This would be arduous and somewhat risky, though it would make her safer from flooding. I told him "No." This morning, Steve sees the projections that the storm may be a "Category 1" by the time it reaches Myrtle Beach, and may not even hit directly. So if that projection holds, my advice would be correct. One must always use common sense when asking a spirit guide for practical advice on crucial matters, of course.--A