It is an honor to see you are remembered and held in such high esteem around these parts.
The lady you helped in your FEMA days
remembered you.
The nice old man at the guard tower too,
even my new buddy remembered you.
I see myself as you or as your successor.
The energies in this dimension feel like so.
I, son, have become like my father.
To accomplish what? I still am unsure,
but
things begin to unfold and make sense
little by
Little.
