here is a transcript of some psychic intel I picked up on recently, regarding Georg’s current situation. Don has just requested I post this, so here it is.
Friday 17th March 2006 1.36am
The first thing I get is ‘kraal’, I don’t know what that word means but I see it written. I can see some kind of rough shelter within an oval-shaped plot of dusty land, enclosed by a rickety fence. I get 268km from Johannesburg, for some reason.
The shelter is roughly circular and has a thatched roof going up to a point in the middle. The wall of the shelter is smooth and is whitewashed or painted white. I can see a black lady wearing colourful clothing standing outside the door of the shelter.
I can see a goat in the enclosure, a man is leading the goat, she is a brown nanny goat with a white chest and long horns. The goat is heavily pregnant A bare-chested black man, who looks as though he is in his early thirties, holds the goat by her horns, he twists the nanny goat’s head by the horns and pushes down, and in such a way makes the reluctant goat lie down on her side on some flat stones on the ground near to the shelter. As the goat is struggling, another black man approaches. This man is elderly, and his hair is mostly grey. He is carrying what looks like a dagger of some description. He kneels down next to the nanny goat, muttering to himself. He stabs the dagger into the belly of the nanny goat, draws it along, puts in his hand, and pulls out the unborn kid. He then stabs the nanny goat in the heart. He places the unborn kid on another small flat stone on the ground, holds it there with his left hand, and then crushes the kid’s head with another stone held in his right hand. He wraps the small body in rags, to make a small, bloody, bundle.
This is the same or is similar to the small blood-stained bundle I saw in the chatblast not too long ago, when we were examining Georg’s current circumstances.
What I am getting is that recently there have been 7 such rituals, involving goats or chickens, that have been performed with the express intent of trying to do harm to Georg’s health and business. The elderly black man carrying out the rituals is paid to do this, it is his bread and butter, it is how he earns his living. He lives in a village a short distance away. The house belongs to a nephew, who was the man leading the nanny goat, and the nephew’s wife. The wife works in a local school, she is not a teacher, she works in the kitchen and also cleans. The school is a religious school. The music teacher in the school, a large middle-aged black lady we saw in the chatblast not too long ago, approached the nephew’s wife, and in such a way arranged for the elderly man to carry out the rituals to aim mischief at Georg. She paid for the animals that were used. She was instructed to do this, and also funded by, a local government official, who I’m not seeing clearly, but is a black man.
As I try and look closer at the black government official, what I see is the inside of a warehouse or some kind of mostly windowless building with quite a high roof. I see the lady music teacher walking inside this building, she has gone to meet someone there. The building houses trucks and other vehicles.
I’ll now tune in and look at Georg, etherically. I’m getting an OK from his higher self to do this. I’m scanning him from the top of his head down. I can see what looks like a kind of etheric scarf wrapped tightly around his throat, and being pulled tight, in an attempt to silence him. It’s quite difficult to focus on Georg, as I draw close to him to try and look, a young black warrior points a spear in my general direction, and makes stabbing movements… well his higher self may have ok’d my peeking, but this etheric protector isn’t so sure!
Then having checked me out, the young warrior lets me draw closer to Georg, so I can have a better look…
I can see a black spider-thingy clamped to his lower spine, there is a cord from this that disappears somewhere underground, this is the same as we got in the chatblast. I can see a small puncture wound a small distance above one of his ankles, there is poison from this wound that has weakened his system a little lately.
Tracing back along the spidery-thing’s cord, I see at the end of it an attractive-looking black lady, she looks as though she is young but I get the impression that the opposite is the case. I get ‘hive queen’ with this lady. The elderly man who carried out the ritual connects to her in some way. I can see a large black vortex swirling, too, but I’m not getting its location right now.