I talked to some 9-11 group members today. They wanted
to know more about me and you. They were first interested as to why I was
asking questions. They wanted to know what I did, how I did it and who
I knew.
One lady took over the questioning from the four women
that were talking when I arrived at their village this noon hour. The woman
who headed the questioning gave her name as Christiana. She had worked
for a trading house in the World Trade Center. She didn't want to give
me more information than that until she got to know more about me. Since
I had a few minutes before I was due at the 3 C (Child Care Center), I
thought I would answer her questions. She was friendly, but suspicious.
Maybe reserved would be a better word. I did find out that she was from
France and she worked on currency in the WTC. She lived in New York City
in an apartment with three other women. She said, "I want to know
what you do, what you did and why you are so interested in our group?"
I explained my background as best I could with the short
time I had. I explained that you had written a book that was about life
on this side. The book was based on our talks and messages from other dead
people. I told her about Elvis and Diana. I also mentioned why you and
I talk and what is usually said. She wrinkled her nose up as though she
smelled something bad. She could hardly wait to talk. When I stopped, she
let go a blast at me. She had a temper. "You expect me to believe
that you are on a first name basis with Elvis and Princess Diana. What
kind of fool do you take me for? Are you a trickster? Do you rob old ladies
too?"
She got up to leave and made sure I knew where the road
was to the outside. I didn't have a chance to say anything. She got red
in the face and kept pointing to the road. I could see that I wasn't going
to be able to explain anything to her.
I didn't want to stay around and get all types of abuse.
So, feeling very sorry for myself, I turned and started to leave the Village.
As I turned, one of the other women rushed over to me. She wanted me to
stop. She got between me and Christiana. She said to Christiana, "This
man can't be as bad as you make out. Let me talk to him."
"I'm Wendy. I'm sorry this happened. I'm sure there
must be a misunderstanding. Do you really know Elvis?"
I went through some of my story again and told her that
I did know Elvis and lots of other people. I said that I wanted to help,
but I didn't need any more verbal abuse no matter how much anyone was hurting.
Wendy looked puzzled. She said that she didn't know what
to do, but she didn't want me to be insulted or hurt. She said that they
and the group were new to Heaven and didn't know all the rules yet. They
had banded together because they all had something in common. It would
be a shame if they turned away someone who could help them.
I said that I didn't know if I could help them or not.
We agreed to meet another day to see what we could work out. In the mean
time, I can report the conversations and anything else to you. Wendy felt
that it was a bit too early to send any messages to Earth. They didn't
want to get anyone on either side excited about talking to Earth or relaying
messages. They wanted to talk about all sorts of things. They wanted to
check me out and wanted to get the opinions of the others in their group.
So I left it that they would leave a message at the Infirmary
when they wanted to meet with me again. Wendy said, "Please understand
that we have all been through a real change and we are super sensitive
right now. We don't dare hope that we can some how talk to all the people
back home--I mean on Earth. We take one day at a time and well, we just
have to work on all of this."
I said that I would have to leave because I had some work
to do at the school. Wendy gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I said,
"Take care" and walked away.
I know they will want to talk again. I know exactly how
they feel. I was there once myself. Sometimes it takes lots of time to
accept where you are. When I get more information, I'll pass it on. I have
their permission.
(Later that day)
I just had to go back over to the Village. I can't stand
it when people don't like me and think I'm a jerk. Well, maybe I don't
mind being called a jerk, but the people who call me a jerk have to be
my friends first. I had to go back. This time Wendy met me. I was walking
up and down in front of the building where Christiana disappeared after
she left me. Wendy told me that things hadn't been settled, but I was the
main topic of discussion at supper time. I asked what was happening and
got the answer, "Nothing much at this time."
I asked Wendy if I could talk to Christiana to give her
my point of view. Wendy said that Christiana knew my point of view and
didn't believe all the things I had told her. I asked Wendy if she believed
me. Wendy said, "Look. I believe you believe in what you said. I don't
know you and I don't know your family. You may be a very nice person and
you may know all the people you say you know, but I'm not in a position
to forgive anything or to give you answers from other people. Give us time
to get our own minds straight. I'll arrange to have you talk to some of
the men, if you want."
"Can I talk to them now? I'd really like to get things
back on track and move on to helping where and when I can."
"I'll see if someone will come out and talk to you.
I'll give you some advice although you didn't ask for it. Chill out will
you. Don't bug these guys. I know you mean well or at least I think you
do, but don't come on so strong."
She excused herself and went into the Bowling Alley building.
I parked myself on the grass and waited. About ten minutes later, two men
came out. The two were very tall and well built. They introduced themselves
as Doug and John. Last names weren't mentioned. Doug started, "You
look harmless enough. How come you raised such a storm?"
"I don't think I raised a storm. I tried to tell
Christiana what I was doing since I crossed over and I guess she found
it hard to believe."
"I guess she found it hard to swallow," said
John. "She had you pegged for a real con man and she couldn't figure
out what your game was."
"That's just it. I don't have a game. I was trying
to help and all I got was a load of grief. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered,
but I thought I could make a difference."
Doug said, "Maybe you can, but let's let things cool
down for a day or two. Give us some places we can go to check on things
and come back in a day or so."
"I can give you some names of places where they know
me. I'll have to tell you how to get there. On second thought, maybe I
could send them to you. Some of the people I know might give you weird
answers because they think they are comedians."
"Why do they think they are comedians?"
"Well, they are comedians and they would love to
mess me up. So I'll send some of them to see you. Maybe you shouldn't listen
to them, but believe me because I sent them to you."
"I can see why Christiana had so much trouble. We'll
talk to anybody you send over. We would really like to believe that you
are a sincere person. I don't think any con man could tell so many whoppers
with a straight face like you did. There is hope for you yet Michael."
I told them I would try to send someone and then left.
I'm sure things will turn out right.
(The next day)
Hello again. This won't take long. I have to tell you
that everything is back on track for my reputation over at the 9-11 Village.
When I got back to Sussex yesterday, I talked about my problem. Well, I
usually talk my problems over with everyone who lives with me. It was Pemby
who suggested that I ask someone to go over and vouch for my honorable
character. Sonny volunteered to put in a good word for me. He went over
to the 9-11 Village late this afternoon. He just arrived back and told
me that he had smoothed things over and that it was now safe for me to
show my face in that village. I wanted to know all the details so Sonny
patiently explained what he did. Sonny can't do anything without adding
his own twist. Here is what the Great Bono said, "Michael, I told
them that you had an excellent reputation. You were involved with looking
after children, matching people, helping people find the right direction
and were a fair singer. I had to point out some of your major flaws so
they would know you were human. I told them that even with your flaws,
you were a decent human being -- flawed, but decent. I guess they bought
my story because they said that they would like to talk to you when you
have the chance to go there. They wanted to meet you."
I guess I raised my voice when I asked him, "What
do you mean they wanted to meet me? Did you talk to the people I told you
about? Did you talk to Christiana or Wendy or Doug or John? Did you talk
to those people?"
Sonny smiled and said, "Relax Michael. I did meet
the people you told me about. They recognized me and asked me to sing a
few songs for them. I told them about you first though. After that, they
settled for my autograph instead of a song. I guess my story about you
touched them so much that they forgot my singing. So, you can go to the
Village any time."
I thanked Sonny. It was very decent of him to put out
the good word about me. I'll go over tomorrow. I've got to get ready for
my gig at the Ballroom tonight. Karen and I are singing there.
I'll talk to you again soon.
Love and peace to all, Mike.
xxx ooo Lynn and Emily
