Last night I had a dream… I was walking through a vast courtyard with Nancy Pelosi. She was dressed in white, and we moved across large square patches of grass surrounded by trees. Sidewalks ran along the edges of the grass, and we were headed toward a tall, white building made of marble or alabaster. As we walked, she grew weaker, so I lifted her and carried her. I was surprised at how strong I felt and how frail she had become.

When we reached the entrance to the building, I noticed what I first thought was a turtle shell resting on a pedestal. But I immediately realized it was an abalone shell, and I understood that a male guide had left it there as a message for me. I gently set Nancy down, and she entered the building for her memorial service. The people inside were deeply mournful, filled with sorrow over her passing.

I then descended to a lower level of the building, into a room where marble or alabaster benches were arranged in a semicircle, like pews. Behind me, I noticed three dark figures—black magicians—who mocked the people above. They ridiculed the notion that the 12 apostles and Jesus were revered figures, laughing at the idea that people still put so much faith in others when, in reality, they could have their own direct connection to Source. Their mockery was toward humanity’s naïveté.

At that moment, I remembered the abalone shell, and I went back upstairs to retrieve it.  It was still there, definitely an abalone shell and no one else seemed to be drawn to it as it was left there specifically for me.