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