Cold Call #1

Someone in the audience whose name begins with “M.” I see female energy, but as the figure is wrapped in gossamer and starlight, it’s hard to tell.

I see cold (YES I can see “cold”)… it’s like they’re wrapped in frigid blue light, but a white-hot beam from the heart is looking for someone, reaching out across dimensions. M– has lost a connection, and they’re whipping around like a live electric wire, like an out-of-control firehose blasting everything in its path with a stream of seeking.

THAT THIN GOLD CHAIN CAN’T ANCHOR YOU FOREVER

Do you know who this is?