"We all have roles that we play in life. We weave in and out of them, you know husband, wife, etc. But JZ is stuck in the same role for the rest of this her life. She's trapped, i see her in a room , doors closed, sitting, wimpering. Who knows what her true self is suffering? I am feeling compassion, there is unseen pain there. I don't know were from, don't see it like a rock in the gut, that's what I see. What would happen if many sent loving thought forms instead of so much of what is here, you know. Thye spitefulness. " love IS the answer. Well, that's all I can see for now. I feel shaking.
I didn't edit the above paragraph, it is just as it came, take it or leave, that's fine.