Glenn's Diary

Chapter 20

8th October 2005

The Sirian Council

Two weeks ago, Jill decided she'd had enough of spirit. It was draining her and she felt as though she was going insane. The build up of spirit contacting her was getting her down. She'd no time to think without spirit talking to her. She also saw that the emotions of dealing with these new entities were overwhelming me; and she didn't like to see me so emotional, so often.

I didn't want her to do this, but Jill is very independent and she'll do what she wants.

She told me a few days ago that she just needed a break. She was having mixed feelings as to whether she was really channelling angels, of just going insane.

Meanwhile I've started to meditate, in the hope that the angels can get through my ethereal layer and talk to me direct.

Jill did a reading yesterday for a woman in the USA and ended up channelling the Archangel Uriel for the woman. I was sat at the side of her whilst she was doing it. Our desks are in parallel, in our second drawing room, facing a side window in our house.

Jill asked me to search the internet for the Sirian Council. She wanted to know what it was. Apparently, the woman she was reading for, according to Archangel Uriel, in a past life was a member of the Sirian Council. Neither of us had any idea what it was.

Lots of information came up. Apparently it's a galactic council of ascended masters. Yet another piece of the jigsaw of proof that Jill channels spirit.

My father's been ill in hospital. Well, when I say he's been ill, he had another mild stroke and he's been recuperating. I rang him a few weeks ago and he was fine. I'm always able to make him laugh on the phone, or if we're alone, but since he had the first stroke in 1992, Mum's took charge and he sits in silence whenever she's around.

I'd just broken my leg when he went into hospital.

Mum only calls when she wants something. She never calls for a chat or to see how we are. She called to see if I'd run her to hospital. Now you've got to appreciate that mum lives a 35 minute drive away from us, and the hospital's a 35 minute drive from there.

Why my Mum feels that I'd want to visit my dad in hospital on a regular basis, when I don't see him for 6 months at a time, I don't really understand; other than it's convenient for her to get a lift.

I rang the hospital weekly to get an update on his progress. I also got put through to him and chatted to him. he was in good spirit; probably because he'd got company and attention that he doesn't get at home.

I let Mum know that I was calling him. When I was due to go to the Italian Riviera for a speech, time got by me. On my return I rang the hospital again. I had a feeling that he might not be there. Sure enough; he'd been checked out on September 7th; three weeks earlier. He didn't call me to let me know and neither did my Mum or my brother.