Inside at a gathering, people from my past are there from different walks in my life. A healer I once knew has made a very fancy birthday cake, its decorations were lovely, there were green clovers and other decorations on and thru it. I was informed that marajuana(pot) was in it. many ate of it and were smiling, chatting and just using there hands to eat of the colorful cake.

After some time, there were a few of us that went outside and sat comfortably of lawn chairs, maybe 5 of us. The grounds were dirt and looked like a dirt driveway, and there was a trailor with the back doors open. There was a famous psychic sitting at the patio table on one of the chairs. She was talking to the others around the patio just outside of the home. They were discussing important matters, an investigation. The feeling was not good, and the psychic investigator was at a stand-still. She was talking about the man inside/ or the owner of the trailor. I sensed the man's presense, very evil and rather alarming. I could see boy's around 12 years of age inside, must have been 8 of them standing about in the middle of the trailor. I got permission from those people sitting around the patio table to enter inside this trailor. It looked empty and then it filled with belongings ; realise now I was going thru time into another psychic space vision.

Entering the trailor, walk to the small kitchen area where the boys are gathered. 4 of the 6 boys were trying to hide the other 2 boys because they had no clothes on; the washing machine was running and I guess. In the corner, the tall dark haired man sat at the small table behind the cupboards hidden from first sight. And I did not first see him. I waved the boys foolishness away with a hand gesture saying in other words I was not interested in them or there goofing nature. They(the young boys) stopped worring about being caught or found out about. And, then I heard them say its ok, "he wants to talk with me". Before my eyes I see the dark haired man sitting on the chair. I then realise this is why the boys are gathered around this area, not because a couple of them are washing there clothes, but its cause of the dark man. I did not panic or let my emotions fear this man/spirit. I asked him, but did not speak because he read my intentions of thoughts, he knew why I came into his trailor. The man gave me an address, telephone number and shared why the investigators could not locate the place. He said they gave the wrong answer, they should not have gone and asked about the medician man or a healer, they should have been looking for "Duke" or "The Duke".

Getting overwhelmed and dizzy almost, the images and history of investigations were creating me dizzy. I asked the dark man for the telephone number and address again for the second or third time, but my hand was shaking and my mind was dizzy. The sitting man said to the boys and out to me, that he did this before(writing on paper) so the boys set the pen and paper napkin on the table before him to write with. He picked up the blue ink pen and wrote the numbers on the napkin for me. I left the trailor and walked out to the patio table and handed the psychic investigator the numbers and told the story of events, explaining that they already located the place where they were searching but because of the disinformation and NAME, they needed to go back and look for THE DUKE.

Something changes......

There is some kind of initiation, its at night. The trailor in lit up with outdoor lamps/lights; there is a grate or something like this that the trailor is ontop of. There is not much of a clearing for crawling, and the three middle aged men have to crawl under between the the grate and the bottom of this trailor. Before the men can go any farther they have to come through to the other side.

I watch as one man gets sick over himself while he crawls through to the other end/other side of the trailor. The other man tries to crawl through the dangerous space but can not do it, he gets back up and vomits through his fingers, it sprays and he is deathly sick at whatever it was that he saw.

I know I have to crawl through this dangerous space to find out what its all about. Thoughts and images fly through my imagination and I have to tune them out and away from me or I just will not be able to find out what is on the other side. I feel that its about a rescue and I must succeed to help the inocent from danger and death.

I take of my winter jacket because my first attemp to squeese under the tralor fails; after the jacket is placed with th epolice investigators to hold for me when I return, I get down on my stomach and wiggle my way under and through the stentch and decay and reach the end/otherside.

On the other side, the story of events take me through to notice others are there waiting for me. I get up and psychically I know what is happening but pretend to not fully know. Its the worst ever and I have to go through more to find the lost or abducted boy.

I'm led into a jungle of overgrown trees, primative landscape. I stand with a woman that is like a protective guide. I look around and can see a real big pond. There is a feeling of going back through time, and the dangers it represents. The woman, which I think is the mother or the spirit of the mother of the boy lost, she tells me to look over there...

I can hear the sound of fishing, Feel the excittement of catching a huge fish. The woman shows me the direction in which to look, its across the pond of water. I'm on th eother side of where I can now see the boy. The tree swooshes and th esound of a wrench pully and th emotor fills the air. I watch as the net pulls up a huge gigantic fish with a spiney back. I'm astonished, almost disbelieving my eyes as this fish in the net is what would be considered a dinosor, and it came from this clear water pond.

There is a dark man with the boy and they are the ones that pulled this fish out of the water.

I stand where I am watching from across the pond of water. The woman is almost in tears, and I get a very strong impression its her son. After the gigantic fish is pulled from the water, it brings up even more prehistoric creatures, They begin to battle each other, and they kill each other. Its scarey to have even seen it! But my impressions were that these lava puking and fierce two headed beast that were fighting were the transmutations of the human beasts, and they were all history and dead. This was the last burrial plot for them.

dl.