I know that some of you most likely have a problem with the way I express myself.

I can’t help that. That is who I am. I am just a numbers guy who happened to have my life planned out for this purpose. I didn’t know until roughly June 2^nd when Camille came in to me. It scared me at first and I thought it was a stroke. I couldn’t stop rubbing my face or clenching my teeth for 3 or 4 days after and it felt like I was floating when I walked. I even had to call my brother so he could convince me that I was still alive. I thought I was dead.

I am getting used to it now. The energy is always surrounding me no matter where I go. And some things that I am documenting that I can’t put out on the TV, because of shock value, I don’t want to scare anyone. Some of it still scares me. Like knowing who dr65 was J4 and I remember my whole life almost.

My vision is crystal clear and Camille gave my Mother another shot at life. You should have seen her. She was an inch from death when I called out to Christ in my back staircase. I didn’t know about Camille then though.

I have been going solid since early June and my head is still trying to grasp everything. I do know that the media better stay out of my face. All they do is stir up %$#@. They love drama because it makes them feel important. There are a few that I will most likely talk to in the future. Sean Hannity is one and Herman Cain. It is a very short list. Most of them are just off their rocker!

My heavies, if you split something open! Help someone. I don’t care where and NOT next week!

Play smartly

And what really scared me is, I thought I was the “Angel of death” and that I was gonna’ have to leave to guide. I thought I had to leave and I just cried for days.

I am not.