Sandstorm
Print this entryTwo steps down from the landing at the top of the stairs a loving male spirit beckoned me to join him. Eagerly and swiftly, I walked across the living room, where I had noticed him, to the staircase. Once our friendly greetings where exchanged I asked him if there was something I could do for him. Upward, he pointed with his right hand as he tilted his head back examining my hallway ceiling. This was his invitation to…