April 2026.
It was the first time in a long time that I feared sleeping alone.
My regret was the result of what I can only describe as a rare nightmare.
All the usual qualities were present.
The pounding of my heart,
The sweaty hair at the back of my neck.
And the unshakable apprehension to get out of bed or use the bathroom.
I was frozen.
I remembered every detail of the dream and the next morning I remembered it again.
I still remember it now and I feel uneasy.
The nightmare evoked a feeling of premonition but I have yet to decide what that premonition is.
The dream resembled an apocalypse or what I would describe as some sort of explosion of light.
People were running from it and I was heading straight towards it.
Within the exact moment of rupture,
I was thrown out of the dream and back into reality,
Leaving me with no real conclusion.
The only comfort I could sustain was a memory of my mother.
20 years ago,
A month after my mother died.
Living alone,
I became accustomed to barricading my bedroom door at night with my two young children as we slept.
Life was very chaotic outside of me,
But I somehow managed to find safety,
Calm,
And the stability my children and I deserved.
I have never been touched by a spirit before this time or ever again afterward.
Me in the late night hour that was not my imagination.
The distinct pressure of a human finger raised the top of my forehead.
Ever so gently all the way down to the tip of my nose.
My body was unafraid.
The amount of comfort that I was receiving was telepathic,
Meaning I didn't just find comfort,
I was actively being comforted.
To this day,
When I am afraid,
I think of that moment.
I think about my mother.
My name is Susan B.
Wuerra and this is my channeled message.
I love you.
