Near Miss

Hey Peyton we missed a huge deathtrap the other night. My intuition says that you fell down a staircase before the game and snapped your neck so severely that it just hung off of your body. It was Sunday night and Aaron Rodgers was behind you and you fell and unconsciously just got up and walked away. You readjusted your head, neck, and spine and were fine. Aaron was very shaken up and that is why he didn't suit up for the game until right before. As I had this vision on the bus, a man who was quadrapalegic with a trake, got on. Your energy was coming through. I debriefed Aaron, telepathically, and found that he had called Howie Long about the matter. It is all fine now, but that whole situation became YOUR FATHER, Archie. He holds his own destiny in his hands. He needs to stay away from you and me. You are now THE Superman, no longer Jarel for all eternity. I am your being yet to be.