I Hear Blobs of Tissue!

People laughed at John Edwards when he channeled a baby during a civil suit in 1985.

Referring to an hour-by-hour record of a fetal heartbeat monitor, Mr. Edwards told the jury: "She said at 3, `I'm fine.' She said at 4, `I'm having a little trouble, but I'm doing O.K.' Five, she said, `I'm having problems.' At 5:30, she said, `I need out.'"[...]

"She speaks to you through me," the lawyer went on in his closing argument. "And I have to tell you right now — I didn't plan to talk about this — right now I feel her. I feel her presence. She's inside me, and she's talking to you."1

Well, I laughed, too, until I started hearing a voice recently. It was one of my developing grandbabies speaking to me from Nichole's womb. The wisdom of the ages was spoken by this magical child:



The little guy also expressed the desire to be named Heath Palin, but I doubt that Adam and Nichole are as sensitive to the yearnings of their own child as I.