Abby's journal



February 14, 2017


Steve is now reaping the benefits of all the furious work I did making arrangements for him, while he was still in North Myrtle Beach. It doesn't all seem positive to him--but it is all leading somewhere. Keep in mind that I am neither perfect nor infallible--but I'm good at it. I also have had special training, thanks to a special invitation, here, on behalf of the guide of Steve's friend, Jewelle St. James. This bunch of guys specialize in the nuances of giving signs to people on earth. They have taken it to an art form; and after some good-natured ribbing, by way of initiation, they taught me some tricks.

Now, just yesterday Steve had the whim to watch medium John Edward on an Australian television show, where he is much loved and admired. He mentioned, in passing, in the course of a reading, that spirits can arrange for certain things to be placed in a person's path, to react to in this or that way. Strictly speaking, this is the province of the person's guide. But it is the first time that Steve has ever seen one of these famous mediums make this statement. You can simply know that we say these things on good authority.

So Steve safely drove from North Myrtle Beach to Portland, Maine, in good weather. His car stood the test of being loaded "to the gills" as he says; Gwendolyn the cat made the trip okay, after a rough start. Steve is adjusting to the group of guys he is now rooming with; the cat is not adjusting so well, and becomes a "bone of contention." But this (wink, wink) is all part of the plan. Because he is not meant to get too cozy, there.

Yesterday, Steve had the whim to check into elder-care jobs. Without really trying--and, actually, making a fool of himself by not knowing how to get voicemail or even answer a phone call on his new (and first) cell phone--he now has a "group interview" scheduled. He thought, glancing over the application, that the job was impossible for him, because a "required" question had to do with whether he was available to do an "all-nighter." Steve, like Mathew, struggles with insomnia, and it wouldn't be practical. But the contact person said that he, also, wouldn't be able to do that, and that "required" simply meant you were required to answer the question.

As said, Steve wasn't really even seriously looking, just testing the waters. If he gets a full-time job now, how is he going to explore old Portland? But here is the thing--he may need the job in order to get an apartment of his own. All of this I pre-arranged. I was one busy astral chick there, before the move! ;-) No wonder he didn't feel I was with him much of the time, during that period.

Now, what else--Steve is seeing Portland at its worst, i.e., in the middle of winter, in suburbia. Wait until he sees its beauties. Wait until a few memories start to emerge--and they will. Typically, they have never occurred at first exposure. It takes time for the subconscious memories to stir from their sleep.

We had to pause just now, because Steve's cat had to be gathered into his room, to stop her from demanding food--it's a long story. She went off her food, the vet gave her medicine to increase her appetite, and the result was that she cried for food every two hours last night! You see the trial Steve is going through, in his introduction to Portland. We, also, went through a similar trial and adjustment when we first moved here, in 1839. Steve doesn't remember it. Nothing worked. The plumbing, such as it was; the streets were mud, back then...conveyances didn't run on schedule...Steve isn't getting any other examples from me, now. But there was more like that. A veritable avalanche of troubles getting adjusted. Then, it seemed normal.

I always preferred the sacred country...but as (dreaded) cities went, this one was prettier and friendlier than most. It still is, as Steve has noticed in his interactions with the people at the bank, the storage units, the grocery store, and the job he applied to.

I enjoy this--I feel almost that I am physical and meeting world challenges, vicariously, with Steve. It is like playing a game, not that you can't lose, but when you, yourself, are immune. Except that there is the poignancy of Steve being identified with his physical life, so the game is in "deadly earnest" for him. Not so for me, except inasmuch as I want to assure Steve's well-being as much as I can. So it is real for him, and where he is concerned; but it is like a game, for me, if that makes sense. Again, I am not perfect (only God is so), but I'm good. Steve is in excellent hands; and even he doesn't really know what a loyal partner he has. I love him so deeply, that I would do this for him even if his heart turned toward another woman. But, you see, he is also loyal to me (if I could pinch myself, I would be doing it continually over this); and you can imagine that this only intensifies my own loyalty.

And there is nothing worthy of being said after this, so we will close.

Love to each and all,

P.S. I did want to add this insight, which I helped Steve see--back when he graduated with a master's degree in counseling, in 1981, there were only three types of counseling jobs available--working with addicts (which Steve has no experience or training for), working with the mentally deficient, and working with the elderly. Steve shied away from all three, insisting on what he had tracked himself for, i.e., hospice work. But the social workers' lobby prevailed on the legislatures to make sure you had to have a social work degree to do that work; Steve was left out in the cold, despite his excellent training. Instead, he languished with his stand-by, typing and typesetting (left over from his newspaper days, as Mathew); and then, videotaping speeches (likewise a leftover from the days Mathew reviewed speeches). Now, having done elder care with his mother, and having the degree, he may be able to enter the career path this late in life. If he does, I say he won't stay there. Again, mark my words. There is a deep karmic reason why a person seeking a career often has to "pay his dues." I can't explain it, here, but you may be able to use your intuition to ferret it out.--A