Where We Left Off…
By Vinny Distefano
Last month I probably sent a few people off wondering if I had completely lost it. The fact is I really believe there are alternative ways to communicate. Mainly because I have experienced them personally. A number of times in my life, in fact. Of course, I don’t mention them to many people. I know I won’t look good in a straight jacket.
Where We Stand
The Answer Is Out There.
When I was eighteen, I moved in with my cousins in the Bronx to work a summer job in NYC. We were getting ready for bed one night when one of us had the bright idea to see if any of us could read minds. Brilliant! There were no clues given and we were each allowed one impression. The only parameter was it had to be a real person, dead or alive. No one said anything for almost a half hour. Then I said to one of my cousins, the letters “T.J.” His face almost came off of his skull. Then I said Thomas Jefferson. He let out a yell of “Holy Sxxx” He said he was thinking of Tom Jones, but when I said T.J. and Thomas, he got a little creeped out.
Some years later, a friend said I couldn’t guess her middle name. I didn’t even know she had a middle name. We sat holding hands for about ten minutes and then I said “Belinda”. Her face went blank. She was speechless. She asked if anyone else had told me. I swore to her that I hadn’t heard it before. It just came to me. She just gave me an uneasy smile like something was wrong with me.
I have a photo hanging on my wall of my nephew picking apples at an orchard back on Long Island. In the next row over is the figure of a man, partially hidden by the trees, but clearly to all who knew him, this man is my Dad. So what. We always went apple picking there for the holidays. The only catch is that the photo was taken one year after my Dad had died. Children grow up so fast when they are young. My nephew was not that big when my Dad passed. I’m not even sure if he was even walking yet much less standing there picking up apples. My brother, who was there at the time, says there wasn’t anyone else in the field. I have inspected the negative for double exposures. The image is clearly on the negative with no trace of a double image. Was my Dad sending us a message that he’s OK and with us?
Pilots won’t say “UFO” in an incident report for fear of being laughed at or grounded. I hope you checked out remote viewing. The United States and Russia have, for many years, been experimenting with it with reported positive results from the participants. Our minds are truly the final frontier. I’m sure everyone has experienced something like these events before and just passed it off as a good guess or coincidence or a hoax. I think not. Something else is going on.
How To Get There From Here?
Finding The Keys…
So what’s all of this got to do with Angie, you might be asking? I’ve been searching the Internet for signs of life, life after an accident. So many of the phases she’s gone thru, seem to be new territory to the medical community. They won’t admit that they don’t know what will happen in the future. They look to the years of cases that have come before. Surely they must have seen miraculous recoveries, one’s they couldn’t foresee, one’s that the text say couldn’t happen. I think the last thing a doctor should say in his/her oath, is that if I don’t know the answer, I will admit to the patient’s family, “I just don’t know” and leave it at that. Let us decide what to do without the entire history lesson. Just give us the facts, please. And unless I’m buying a bottle of snake oil, don’t tell us what works and what doesn’t. If we had listened to the doctors, in the beginning, Angie would not be here. Yes, it is very hard to see her trapped inside herself, but none of us believes she will stay there. She has a long recovery for sure, but her mind is working. Perhaps there’s a way to tap into it…to reach her where she is and help her out. No one believed we could fly until it was done.
I remember “receiving “ a message returning home from the hospital on the first nite. He simply said, “She’s OK, just be patient”. It wasn’t audible words, but more of a feeling that came over me. But I clearly understood the message. From that nite, I have dedicated my life to finding a way out for her, and to help others with what we’ve learned. Angel-Hawk will be a foundation some day and Angie will be the spokesperson for it. I always remind her that she will recover to teach others. It may seem unusual, but I tell her I need her help. After all, asking her to help me when we worked together, always got her up and going. I’ll try anything to reach her mind and “jump start it”. As long as it doesn’t hurt her, E.S.P, remote viewing, heck, I’ve even asked my Dad to see if he has any pull over there.J I’m sure The Big Guy is doing his best Archie Bunker every nite when I talk to Him, “Geeze, not you again?” There’s so much work to do. So much for me to learn. So much love for my friend. I said back in March, that it was clear another Force is guiding Angie’s recovery. That same Force has now put additional challenges in front of Angie’s family. I will do everything I can to help them, and lobby God for a “cease fire”. Enough already! He and I have some serious talk to get to. Perhaps I just need to rattle the doors of His house a little and pay Him a visit. Help has been coming in though, to Dr. Rhodes’ office to keep Angie’s HBOT treatments going. Thank you to everyone. Anyone can stop by to see her and talk to her. Just get in touch with us for directions.
Till next month, be safe…
Pass it on and tell a friend to stop by. Thanx
