Category: Messages From Beyond
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Aunty Fan – The Living Tell on Themselves…
The Clothes Off His Back: A Message from Aunty Fan… Well, now isn’t this a fine thing to be sitting with on a Sunday? There you are, up to your elbows in your father’s old clothes, shirts still smelling faintly of pipe smoke and aftershave, pockets with old screws and half a Woodbine in then,…
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A Message from Beyond – From Huff…
Well, well, well.Would you look at the state of ye. It’s me, Huff.Alive, well, and slightly see-through up here in the Big Field Beyond. Did you honestly think a scrappy little legend like me would just disappear quietly? Not a chance, pet. I’ve been watching. Oh, I’ve seen the carry-on down there. And before we…
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Today’s Message From Granny Frass…“Not Every Rattle Is a Storm”
A Message from Granny Frass…“For when the world feels noisy, and you’re wondering what to do next…” Now you hush that busy mind of yours for just a minute and let me speak. I can see you thinking five steps ahead and three behind, wearing yourself out trying to fix what was never yours to…
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Granny Frass: Who’s Got a Key to Your Vault?
Granny Frass Says: Watch Who’s Robbing Your Soul Bank (Looking at You, Bully & Fanny)… Well now, pet, gather in, because I’ve a thing or two to say about Soul Banks.And more importantly, about the pair of soul pickpockets that snuck around this family for years: Bully and Fanny McFox. See, I always told you…
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Granny Frass (from beyond the veil)…
Granny Frass on Bullies, Schemes & The Captive Rebel… Well now, child, I’ve been watching this carry-on from the other side, and let me tell you… It’s every bit as pathetic as I expected.You always were the bright one. The one who saw through the grown-ups before you could even tie your shoes. And let…
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🐾A Message from Sir Percival…🐾
A Turf Shed, a Tyrant, and a Tomcat’s Truth… Message from Sir Percival: Ah, my dear human. I see you’ve returned to the farm, tender, mended, and half-glued together with stitches and stubbornness. A lesser creature would’ve fled. But you? You came home to heal. And what greets you? The unmistakable stench of testosterone and…
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Granny Frass Says…
Granny Frass Says: Some People Would Put The Devil to Shame… Well now, I’ve been minding my own business up here, sipping a drop of strong tea and keeping an eye on things below when word reached me about the latest carry-on. And let me tell you, if I had me old walking stick I’d…
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Granny Frass, Sage, and the Sacred Turf Shed…
Well now, would ya look at you, walking round the house with sage in one hand, a crystal stuffed down your bra, and chatting away to the Almighty like He’s your next-door neighbor. Fair play to ya, pet. Fair play. That’s the kind of spirituality I can get behind. None of your stiff-collared sermons or…
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Message from Granny Frass: The Back Yard Drive-Through…
Well now, pull up a cloud and pour yourself a drop of something, because your Granny Frass has her apron in a knot tonight. Word reached the spirit side that Bully did one of his famous little drive-ins again. Rolled right through the yard like some lord of the manor, did a turn, and off…
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🐾Megín…
This week, a fresh paw-print appeared on the Spirit Sofa. Everyone, please welcome Megín, chocolate Labrador, loyal companion, beer thief, and lifelong lover of boat rides. She’s reporting in from the other side, tail thumping and nose twitching, with a message (and possibly a half-drunk bottle of beer) for those of us still paddling through…
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