I’m receiving the impressions of a young man…tragic and alone, looking back on his life with despair. He is in his late teens and feels persecuted by friends and family. He is tall with dark hair and light eyes, he has a pleasant smile that belies his inner thoughts. He committed suicide by a combination of drugs and alcohol. He left a note that wasn’t as specific as it could have been. He seems to appear at the place of his death, on a hillside or a cliff somewhere on the outskirts of a smaller town. I see the earth as reddish colored, so I’m feeling that this may be in the Southwest, but I can’t be sure. I get the name Joel.

In mundane things:

I’m available today both on my private line and via Keen.com.

Machts Gut!

R. Scott