Around 3 am… I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Around 3 am yesterday morning (November 19) I woke up because I felt a tap on my shoulder.


More like a double jab.

On my right shoulder.

It felt so real—


I just knew it was a message regarding Molly but it didn’t even feel like her- felt like a male presence.

Like he was telling me to PAY ATTENTION.


And all day  yesterday I was thinking about it- knowing that if I just let go of seeking the answer, the answer would come.

I was prepping info last night to bring along to a meeting today about the Babes in the Wood and I felt a chill as I wrote down Molly’s father‘s birthday- November 19 (1891).

And more and more clues have unfolded this weekend.  I am on my 13th year on this project.  I keep stitching the information together.  Molly, I am listening.




The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.  – Marcus Tullius Cicero

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