On Friday (7/17/2014) I found myself feeling rather cross, and attributed it to not sleeping well, which I attributed to the heat.

As the day wore on, I also began hearing voices. Given my ability and profession, that’s not unusual. What was odd is that I was hearing multiple voices, none of which I could decipher into any sort of message. I also had several different moments over the weekend when I felt physically cramped, as if I were somehow boxed-in.

Many mediums report getting what I call, “woo-woo,” which is similar to a fluttering sensation in the chest. At times it’s almost indistinguishable from a panic attack, which makes it difficult sometimes to figure out just what is going on.

At this point, as I type this post, I am once again feeling “woo-woo,” and it points to a conclusion I came to earlier this morning: I’m hearing several occupants from the ill-fated Malaysian Airlines flight that was shot down over Ukraine.

To be clear: I am not saying they are reaching out to me specifically, nor am I saying they are trying to tell me what happened.

But I am pretty darned sure I’m hearing them. And they’re restless.

When mass disasters occur, and the victims have no idea what is about to happen, chaos reigns in the physical realm they occupy. Once they have crossed-over, despite the sudden sense of calm that usually accompanies the transition, there is often a level of confusion. Some spirits do not even realize they have left the physical realm. Others are quite aware and immediately begin trying to make sense of what happened.

Crossing-over does not bestow omniscience on the spirit. One of the reasons we have haunted houses is that the spirit occupants don’t know they’ve left their bodies. Often-times these spirits have not fully crossed-over for just that reason.

I believe that because of the sudden nature of their physical deaths, some of the passengers began asking lots of questions once they reached the other side, and did so with a great sense of urgency. In metaphysical terms, they were “talking loudly.”

And I happened to be within “spiritual earshot” of at least some of that activity.

The sensations I am feeling right now are now familiar, yet still uncomfortable. I physically sense confinement, being “tipped” sideways, and that feeling you sometimes get in the pit of your stomach when you ride a roller-coaster.

If anything more specific comes through, I’ll be sure to share it.

Please feel welcome to comment below.

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