Speaking for the dead.

   I've often wondered how other people deal with this, the whole "talking for the dead" thing. I have only my experiences to go on so I thought I would share them and open up the lines of paranormal communication on the subject.
   I guess the best way to start is to explain how it happens for me. It can vary, somewhat,  but for the most part it happens when I see a picture of a place or person. I start to hear a voice in my head, and even though I will know the gender of the voice, it has no specific characterization.  I'll know if it's male or female,  but not because of how it sounds. Can't explain it.
   It's the voice that tells me what's going on. It puts the images in my head so I know where things are supposed to be so I can tell others. Like still shots from movies. I'm not entirely sure what makes me feel what the spirit feels. Why they make it necessary to feel pain. I can only assume it's to verify what happened to them. It can hurt quite a bit, but I'm sure the pain is minimal in comparison.
   The worst part is the absolute hunger and exhaustion.  I always have to eat after...and sleep.  ALOT.
   I once fell asleep behind the wheel for a moment and ended up in a ditch coming home from an investigation.  That's when I started having someone take me.
   I wonder how many others this happens to?

fruit loop in a bowl of cheerios....

   I thought it would be a good idea, to write a smidge about myself. My life. The aspects of it that I keep close to myself because history has proven that people can be unkind to those who are different.
   I have some strange hope, small as it can be, that it doing so I can make things a little easier for those just awakening to their abilities.
   I spent many years hiding this part of myself from others. my emotions ranged from extreme pride for knowing things others didn't,  and extreme fear for much the same reason.
   In fact, I'm still somewhat uncertain on what I really am. Clairvoyant? Or any one of the other "clairs"? A medium? Psychic? Empath?
   At this point, I'm unsure if it really matters. To sum it up, I see, hear and, sometimes, can smell those who have passed on. Not all the time. Not even really by my choice. It happens whenever it happens. I'm assuming those who contact me are supposed to....kind of like an switchboard operator. Maybe sensitives, like myself, are connected to the spirit world by a web of communication that twist and turns and overlaps eachother.  Maybe it is predetermined who may contact us based on our abilities or geographic location.
   I would love to know others views on this. Comparing experiences may help to solve some if the mystery. I will write more on this later. As it happens, I'm kind of surprised I wrote this much! Lol.

Twitter virgin

   So....I'm new to this whole twitter thing. I figured it would be a good platform to promote my book that will be released in the spring. So far, so good. There are some pretty nice people on there and I've had some cool conversations with them. The thing is, I have no idea what I'm doing! Lol. How does it work? How do you know people aren't stalkers?  How do you make sure people don't think YOU'RE  a stalker?  Is there an unspoken protocol to the whole thing? Oy....I'm so confused....

   These are the things that keep me up at night. Lol. Oh....and how the hell can you only use 140 characters?  Don't the people at twitter know I'm longer winded than that? I am a southern woman, afterall.

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Turn abouts fair play....

   I posted about this a long time ago, but feel it's necessary to do so again. I've already resigned myself to pissing people off, but since I rarely worry about that anyway....

   I'm a people watcher. I learn things from those I observe. Valuable things. During the last few months I've witnessed alot of whining, finger pointing and eye rolling. I see this mostly from people of my own gender. Not only, but mostly. From strangers to my customers at the diner I worked at on the weekends. To be more specific,  it's wives toward husbands. Funny thing is, it rarely seems justified.  I am totally for calling someone to the carpet (in private) if the situation dictates it. What I have a problem with is degrading someone who is trying their best to please you. I find it funny that you always heear stories of how there aren't any "good men" out there, but when some women find one they do their level best to demean him in front of others.  Makes me sad...and more than a little angry.
   Anyway....just food for thought.

My little addiction....

   I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but since I encourage growth and accountability in others, I must require the same in myself. This will be painful and somewhat embarrassing for me, but pulling off the band aid, quickly exposing the wound to air, is supposed to be best. So....here it goes.........

   I have an addiction. 

   One I'm not proud of.

   One that would shock most people who know me.

   I'm so ashamed.

   I am addicted to.....Dragon Age Inquisition. 

   Yes...I know....it's hard to imagine. Me, a 42 year old woman who counts the minutes until she can wiggle the controller away from whomever has it and dive into a fantasy world of dwarf empowerment and demon fighting glory. 

   I'm sick. I know. I need help. Professional help. I will seek it. I promise. Just as soon as I do this last mission......