2010-06-12 1st Journal, Mayan day 4 Earth ♥ TRANSCRIPT: Intro: Oh God, my heart aches. Sometime early yesterday, as I waited for Kismet to finish outside and come it, it came to me that my brother does not love me. He rather loves my stuff, instead. Actually, what came to me is that he is like my daughter. That is quite a condemnation, but we won’t go into that. It is funny, in a way, too, for I’m not at all wealthy. I would think things like these were for them, but apparently not. These people really don’t care for me. They do want my stuff, however. That is the reason I am tolerated. Now, lest I be unsure of this, and want to reject the message, I later went to the wedding of my niece, where all was confirmed. No, not in words, but in actions, and in non-actions. I won’t go into that, either, except to say I was not treated as family; not even in the seating, so I mean that. It was well that, before I went to the wedding, I had a Skype vision, a session with my dear friend, who has known both me and my family for many years. She has seen this all along, but I refused to see or to let it in; to listen when she would tell me what she saw. At any rate, I ran my odd illumination - my brother being much like my daughter, as regards me - by my friend, to see her reaction. She instantly concurred; no hesitation. So I had that, as well, before the wedding. God is gentle, you see. Had I not had all this preparation, and the assignment my friend gave me, to help me open my eyes and accept this reality - had I not had all that, the wedding’s revelations, the calm way they laid out the reality of the relationship, would have been too hard for this gentle heart to take, all at once... Distributed by Tubemogul.