She who sees...
I always wondered where i got my disturbing sense of reality from. I always wondered why i clung to the things others would readily cower and shy away from. From a young age I felt rather odd and unusual. Always drawn to death and attracted to the morbid. As a young girl I would always wonder more about the story of the villain when watching Disney movies as a child. The protagonist was never my cup of tea. I saw death as some paranormal entity to be loved and honored instead of feared and resented. I loved the morbid so much, i eventually became it. Since childhood I have had the gift and the curse to be able to see those who have passed on.... Yes, I bare the gift of necromancy but unlike that many people tend to think, seeing the dead is NO GIFT. These spirits sometimes rage, they can consume you without warning and so setting boundaries is always top tier. The one’s who die violent deaths are the worst. Being a young kid and coming to my grandmother’s old home built in the 30′s and seeing the body of an older black man swinging from the tree in her front yard. Or the time where a boy who most recently was killed by white’s in my area showed up inside my home pulling the blanket gently over my infant son so that he would not be cold? It get’s to be too much. For a long period of times the souls of the dead left me be. I had a break down many years ago and it caused me to make all sorts of irrational decisions. My behaviors became erratic and irrational and i turned to lsd to cope. I had to deal with the issues in my life then so there was no room for the spirits to be with me anymore. But this past October, they returned. This is no superpower, i have children now and i worry that one or the both of them will soon know what it is like to see those who have not yet passed on. I cannot imagine why they are back now, but if there is anyone out there who has this same issue, please reach out.
