The Start…

The other side: –                                                                                   #BE&ME

The youngest memory I have, is of looking at a figure of an odd man, to say the least…  looking in through the curtains of my room, and I mean I can see him staring at me but the curtains are closed…  and he is on the other side… get it…

I share my room in the …. Ok.. and I mean it was really just ok part of JHB south with my barely older brother and older sister.

This man with his wild hair is looking at me with gritting teeth as if I am his next meal.… I can feel the energy coming from him…  it fibrates at a certain frequency… and that frequency was something I become accustom to.   The dark was not my friend… but it was the place I retreated to when the world was not my friend…

Sitting in the cot, I am very young but I know, while I stare in fear at this thing through the bars of my old fashioned wooden cot that there is no way a human would be able to stand on that ledge…  because there isn’t one….. the ‘balcony’, actually the little zink stoep roof, was to the left of that window… I know because my brain takes mental snapshots of what I use to think was irrelevant shit and now, come to see, form the basis of all my theories because it form part of the picture.

I scream and so does my brother…  I know he saw it, he talks about it but only when he is my brother. My sister didn’t see anything I am not sure if she had blocked it at that age already or what, not sure…. Everyone is different. That day was the first of many ‘dark’ days that I can recall and this is my story of the UNKNOWN…  hopefully writing this would bring some clarity or guidance or understanding to others.

This is actually the blog/book I wish I had as a teenager when the shit really hit the van…..in my life that is … what I didn’t know is that it was happening to my soul sister half way across the world as well… ill call my sister BE… she is my sister in the ‘spirit world’ now and so connected, when I just fucking listen she says… and laughs.. she loves to laugh it actually bubbles from her…      I hope people would read this and find some sort of clarity to be able to make a better choice next time around because it is coming again, everything is a cycle and you keep getting the same thing until you choose something else.…….  You have the opportunity to choose a different outcome……. a much happier one…….

This is the stories of #BE&ME