That’s her name. The name of the lady who has been knocking on my front door.
I didn’t connect directly with her. Mostly because I went into seer space to just try and figure out what the knocking even is.
I needed the answer first.
Once I was connected the WHAT, then I was shown visions of the WHO.
She’s tied to the land here, but she’s not stuck. She’s just been waiting for a very long time…like early 1900s long time. She died here in her early 20’s and she had baby.
Her baby died too, but there was some distance between their deaths. When Lisbeth died, she waited for her child…but when the child died, he moved on. And somewhere in that waiting, time stretched too far. She never left.
She’s frustrated and knows I can hear her. She knows we all can. The night I heard the woman’s voice outside…I described it as words that didn’t sound like words.
I heard it again in sleep seer space.
Like a record playing at the wrong speed. It’s why my daughter and I heard it at the same time but from different places.
These were all the visions I collected in seer space, and I was shown a few options.
I could open the communication to listen to her, or ask her to move on.
And I think I’ve decided on the latter.
I know the nice thing to do is to listen. I could ask her speak to me, to listen to her story, to acknowledge her…but if I’d been waiting for my child as long as she has, I’d just want to be released so I could go to them.
Damn telling my story.
That's Not Me 
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