Camille James says ~

What is 11:11

I AM sick...

I AM tired...

I AM lonely, etc.

I AM free

I AM loved

As most of you know I have developed a close and intimate relationship with the angels. This started when I was about 28 years old and I had not learned how to distinguish between the voice of my ego and my higher self. I was told spiritually that it was time for me to leave the comforts of my home, but I was still in the infancy of my spirituality and I quickly dismissed the warning as a figment of my imagination. So I stayed and held tightly to what I knew was safe. Shortly after I began to cough. At first, I figured this was just some kind of virus going around. Then the cough got worst and I began to have episodes where I could not breathe.

I immediately did what anyone else would do and go see the doctor. They quickly whipped out the prescription pad after speaking with me an astonishing 30 seconds and wrote me a prescription for a codeine cough syrup. I did not realize this was the same syrup that all the rappers so eloquently speak of in their lyrics. Shortly after taking the prescription, I completely understood the philosophy behind the addiction. I felt like the bionic man and everything started to play out in slow .... motion. I sat there on the bed for a while and eventually I ended up in the hallway with nothing on but a belt and some socks on.

Weeks later, the cough still did not go away and the doctors began prescribing me inhalers and steroids to treat my violent asthma-like attacks. Finally the doctors gave up and could not figure out what I had come down with. It never crossed my mind that anything that can not be explained by man is spiritually related. I had lost so much weight and could not keep my job. I was still designing websites, but I barely could sit up in the chair for long periods of time. A month had passed and my attacks were a common occurrence. Nothing worked to treat my symptoms and I was increasingly coming weaker and weaker.

That's it... I can't take it any longer. I called my soul friend to come pick up my two girls, because honestly I was ready to cross over where there would be no more pain. She quickly came to get the girls and I laid down in the bed and read the 91st chapter of Pslams. "For He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways". Then the cough came worst than I had ever experienced and I crawled to the bathroom floor in an effort to reach the toilet seat. My hands slipped and my face hit the cold tile on the floor. I could not move and then I began to feel a warm sensation running down my legs. I knew this was it and this was how I was going to die.

The only thing I could control was my eyes and I slowly opened them to see my English Bulldog, Rocco sitting in front of me with his nuts in my face. There was nothing I could do, but lie there helpless. Things began to get blurry and I closed my eyes with hopes that this would all end soon.

Camille ..... Camille, can you hear me? Open your eyes my child, said this soft still voice. I opened my eyes expecting to see Rocco, but as my vision cleared there in front of me was the most powerful blue eyes I had ever encountered. Work with me as I try to explain something that can not be explained. His skin was not Caucasian white, but snow white with sparkles of translucent shimmers like the stars in the night sky. His hair was white and course like the hair on a horse or lion. His face was down on the ground with mines, which made us see eye to eye.