In my psychic development class, I was told to get 22 distinctly different rocks for divining. While discussing this with my teacher, Spirit & my angels kept telling me that I need to go to my dad for marbles, instead of using rocks. They kept showing me a jar of marbles in my mind’s eye, which looked like a pickle jar, with a red lid.   

So I called my dad and asked if he had 22 distinctly different marbles that I could have. I told him that my angels told me to come to him. He said yes. While I was on the phone with him, his wife said, “Now how did she know we had 22 marbles?!”. I said, “I didn’t! I’m just following what my angels told me to do!”.  Love my angels. They never steer me wrong! » Read more..

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