My favorite pastimes, are submerged into the deepest depths of my chaotic mind. Where inside is a playroom of Angels, and loved ones to roam free.
I have accepted this as my true intent in life. My higher calling. They are their when I need them most to comfort me.
I always know I am heard. I need not explain much to spirit as they already know most already. I find myself, talking to others, telling them about my experiences with the other side. I suppose they just freak out. Or I push them away. It's me. I can't change it. Nor do I want to change it. I always wanted to talk to Dad. My biggest fear, and nightmare all at once, the day Dad was called to a better place. Where he is happy, healthy, walking. And is protecting me. I need him, even if it's not physical. I fell him here. I know several times, I should have died. Dad saved me. I wanted to die, to be with Dad again. And that's how it was. Until I was blessed with my kids. Then it all changed. I could not leave them. So then I was gifted the other side, while I'm still here. When I tell others my story, the looks. I learned they have no idea. Only I do. And I'm ok in a world where I know exists, as it was made for me. This is who I am. I am blessed.