Go’el the Redeemer

Go'el the Redeemer

By

 
Jon Presco

Copyright 2007

Chapter One

Arose a Rose

When I learned my sister Christine drowned in the Ocean near Carmel 
where she lived, I immediately thought of my own death at McClure's 
Beach. I had chosen to forget my accident that occurred in February 
of 1967, but was reminded of it when I went and got a Rose Reading at 
the Berkley Psychic Institute in 1987.After the angry spirit of 
mother Rosemary was cleared from the room, two young readers with 
their eyes closed read my aura while a guide in the back of the room 
filled in my chart with layers of color. The Seers then pictured me 
as a rose. As I watched the woman's eyes fluttering under her closed 
lids, she spoke; 

"There is a break in the stem of your rose surrounded by three halos. 
You own your own creation." The young woman Seer told me. "You died." 
She added. There was a moment of silence, and the guide standing in 
the back of the room spoke these words, with a smile, because we were 
all smiling;