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Digging Up A Body
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Digging up A Body
By Tara Sutphen
"My
goal is to bring closure to the family" Ami says to me. I nod to her
fully understanding the sentiment. "Tara, can I ask you to coach me
through my new found mediumship and accompany me to the site I believe
this missing person died?" She hands me the list of clues she's
accumulated so far. I read it, "Impressive" I reply. Ami is receiving
messages from a man who died 30 years ago. He was partying at a remote
location back in the Malibu Mountains called "Lover's Ledge." When he
left on his motorcycle, he went off the road, crashed into deep brush
and was never found."
To
go off the road in one of Malibu's canyons can mean you are hidden by
brush ten feet tall. The drummer for Iron Butterfly went off a nearby
Malibu mountain road in his car and was not found for over 4 years. He
was expected at the airport and no one looked for him on the canyon
road.
The
Park Service had never heard of "Lover's Ledge," but Ami not from the
area has stopped in a local little sandwich shop and a hiker from
Colorado, who no longer lives in the area but visiting "for old times
sake" spoke up. He told her he'd have her follow him to Lover's Ledge,
now called "Party Rock." The Colorado hiker intrigued decides to help
her along with her clues as well. A few miles from "Party Rock" they
see the rock with the ledge that overlooks the sea and she runs down
into the brush. Starting to cry hysterically. Knowing that she has
found him.
I
meet her on Mother's Day. Knowing I'll see my kids for dinner. Richard
comes with me, glad to be on such a journey. We search for Ami for
hours not easily following the instuctions without the Colorado guide.
We finally catch up with Ami. She and helpers have been digging for
hours in a remote location, deep in a canyon. They had unearthed pieces
of what appear to be bone. A motorcycle part was found nearby.
Sitting
with our feet in the newly dug hole, I drop Ami into hypnosis and
follow her in. I connect via automatic writing with the deceased. We
have him, now it's up to finding more clues and actual remains and
relics. As the deceased is fond of calling his lost articles "relics".
The
next day I email a few of my psi friends a little synopsis on the dig
and ask for their input. This is from my Astrologer friend Barbara May.
As we know where that rock is. And there was no mention in my note of
any particular details. Only that the male missing person had a
motorcycle accident on a remote road. Here's the mini reading from
Barbara May: " As I read what you wrote I saw heavy brush and a rock
with a kind of ledge on it above where the body is. A feeling of
sadness & loss washed over me. This guy wants closure and his
remains being found is important to him. There's something about a belt
buckle but I'm not getting anything about what might be on it. Good
luck! "
We
have gone in with a few teens from my Tuesday Psychic Teen class to
meditate on the site and sometimes just Ami and I go...I ponder on what
a beautiful grave. Way up in the mountains overlooking the sea. How our
person died I don't relish, but the place is very nice. Our next
venture is no more digging, I'm not sure that the body wants to leave
this place. It's only the closure for the family. But it would be nice
to look for more motorcycle parts and "relics". I suggest to Ami that
we bring in a metal detector. Yesterday I met her at 9am and we went to
the dig. Meditating I wrote some Automatic Writing:
August 4, 2007
Dear Tara and Ami,
I
am indeed near to where you sit. There is some relics in under Ami at
this time. I know that Ami feels she hasn't been connecting with me,
but she can use her inner guidance as she speaks to me. She sees me
daily, but it's when she sleeps. I've tried to continue to give her
messages. I would like to tell you this, I'm afraid I never felt I was
a good son or brother. Some thought of me as expendable, I see now that
was an error and my family seem to miss me. And they wonder what
happened to me. I will try and say clear things.
That
night I was drunk not high. The others were smoking "mary jane"
(marijuana) but not me. I wasn't doing ludes (quaaludes) either. I had
five beers and then got on my bike to leave. It was dark. I had an
accident. I don't like going over it as I was badly hurt. You can
imagine and there was no one and nothing. The next day flies starting
to eat my flesh. I was paralyzed and couldn't make it to the road or
even two feet. I lay here for days and then I was flying out into the
ocean and home to Hawaii. Where no one saw me when I spoke and I
finally remembered. I'd come back here and watch as my body lay in
final rest. The rains came and started melting me into the earth. The
bike is up the hill more. It is covered by dirt. Some of it is back
down the hill too. You will find many things but you will have to look
more.
I
did not die instantly. I suffered and I don't know how long I was
suffering as I would not be in my body but rather sitting off to the
side of it as the pain was excruciating. And one day I was flying over
the ocean like I said, then a guy named Moe came to see me in Honolulu and
asked if I'd like to take a trip with him and we took a trip to another
world. My new home is not a planet, but seems like a place. I have
another motorcycle, a replica of a better version than the one I lost.
Money was my big concern back then. I wanted to date pretty Los Angeles
girls but didn't have the money. So I partied with the crazy girls to
get to have some fun.
Later Man. C.O.
His initials for now....until Ami can bring closure to the family.
(Pictures of the dig in the photo album - give us your clues or musings) THANKS
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