Born With Second-Sight/Extra Sensory Perception
Expressing My God-Given Spiritual Gifts
It’s amazing and beautiful how essence surrounds and envelops one with support and protection; the nurturing, the preservation, the love and the certainty.
I feel good and I maintain a positive outlook.
The concrete foundation proves to serve as an authentic life fulfilling purpose within its specific design.
It is loyal and fully consistent. Oh, so lovely and generous. It is all worthwhile.
I just had to give and show praise and appreciation unto the nature behind it.
Thank You So Much.
Supernatural power is no joke and it cannot be learned or gathered through online information.
Everything I speak about on all of my blogs and literature comes straight from the source, me. As a person born of the caul and second-sight/extra sensory perception I don’t need to search for outside information to know who I am or what It means to be spiritually inclined.
My existence itself is the true explanation.
We who have wisdom learn from ourselves and others alike through firsthand experience the most important aspect in which to gain legitimate knowledge from.
We know what is bullshit and what is not as we have the third eye, our highly developed sense of intuition, our mind’s eye, to look deep into view to connect with and to recognize the intangible vibrations within our own inner voice of spirit and the energy around us.
Those of us who genuinely have the ability to delve into the unknown and to call it forth, absolutely can attest to such real and momentous occurrence.
Our encounters are distinct within one another yet we all share a common thread.
We see visions while we’re awake, and we dream about situations while we are asleep.
Our scenes playback only to come true time and time again.
Whenever I’d dream a specific happeningĀ over and over again it meant the augury was a “definite” event to “surely” come to be.
I’ve learned this revelation from my very own personal experience, however, another’s certainty of a forecast may differ within style or mode.
We don’t only see into the present, past, and future. We in addition hear, know, and feel what is going on, what may have went on, as well as what will be.
We even taste and smell elemental clues to pieces of vital information in which help to clarify things we’re kept aware about.
We don’t have these gifts to “save” the world.
We have these gifts to brings us closer into truth and enlightenment, to be a genuine source of help to certain others, and for our own individual maintenance against the negativity and dark forces of the world.
Our gifts mean quite a few things to the highly “in tune”.
We also have these gifts (for those of us of the light) to prepare us and get us ready to go to the right place once we make our transition if we’re listening and heeding to the warnings and the messages.
It is so obvious to me how these preternatural gifts of ours show of what power resides within the universe and within creation unto which solidifies the faith in what we know to exist.
In reply toĀ Beth Williams.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE SAYING . I HAVE HAD A HARD LIFE GROWING UP I FELT NO LOVE FROM ANY ONE ESPECIALLY FROM MY RELATIVES AND FAMILY . PEOPLE IS ALWAYS JEALOUSE OF MEE SOME TIMES I BELIEVE I DONT BELONG HERE AND IT MAKE ME FEEL SO SAD
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In reply toĀ JOAN SALMON. |
Sad about what? The feeling of not belonging here is a good thing as those who genuinely do feel within this way are not of the world.
They may be at a higher level of knowledge and spiritual consciousness.
You had a hard life? Only negative people create obstacles and trouble towards good and fortunate people.
Principalities in which lurk within the universe also create interference among many of us.
You felt no love? Maybe you were around the wrong type of people.
I grew up around a lot of negative people yet I knew positive people too and I always had a lot of love around me from my good family relatives as well as certain other people on the outside. I could care less about my no good relatives who brought a lot of unsavory problems toward me. It all depends on who you come into contact with.
It sounds like your true problem is low self esteem. One’s self value or self worth is not measured by who loves you or not. You needed to love yourself.
Self love and self respect is all that really counts.
If nobody loved me I wouldn’t have cared one bit. Although, love is part of what made me so strong aside from already having a strong spirit. I always loved and believed within myself.
People who are jealous are very insecure and suffer from their own feelings of inadequacy. It shouldn’t get you down it should raise you up and make you fight harder to know you have what they only wish they could have and aspire to be.
My mother had me when she was twenty-two years old and we became very close as we bonded immediately after I was born.
Weāve been through a lot together enduring circumstances in which many would not have survived and coming out sustained within a fashion that has caused some to wonder and to be amazed.
My mother and I have battled a very long way from the negativity directed towards us by envious, jealous, and unsavory people in specific.
My mother and I both constantly held our ground and we continue to stand.
Hooray to Peace, power, love, and protection.
There are more than one way in which we with the gifts of sight are able to view and connect with apparitions.
Some of us see energy forces that materialize around or directly in front of our eyes, some of us see the energy within our minds eye through visions, some of us see energy force during our dream state, some may only be able to hear an apparition’s messages, and some are just able to view and communicate with apparitions in all of the above circumstances.
I’m one who has experienced all of the above and, of course, if or when we don’t see them we know and feel when they are around us and we envelop and interpret the sensation which comes along with the encounters of presence.
I can even at times “smell” when an apparition or force is within the midst or afar.
Energy and vibration is the essence to all life force.
I had so much fun as a child with Barbie and all of her accessories back in the day.
Oh my goodness, Barbie/Mattel sent me an email advertising the newest or latest available Barbies.
They should not have done that!
Now they’ve got me all hot and excited to view, choose, then collect more of my favorite childhood pastime. I’ve been collecting since the year 2006.
I already have enough of these dolls as it is!
So tempting, though, nevertheless I’m not even going to look at the selection
I’ve probably already seen and have a few of them already.
I’ll just wait for next years 2020 new addition Barbies to arrive on the market.
What an evening. It was hot as hell out there last night in Queens, New York, especially down in the subway, and it is still a scorcher now after one a.m..
I arrived home at 11pm and couldn’t wait to get out of my clothes.
The air conditioning was barely doing its job at the places I went yesterday I don’t understand it. When the weather is cold air conditioners are turned on to full blast yet when the weather is hot one nearly has to burn.
Establishments are really getting cheaper and cheaper in their attempts to be frugal.
Of course, I’m going to continue to make myself comfortable by resting, keeping cool, and keeping myself hydrated drinking plenty of ice cold fluids.
Right now I’m enjoying listening at low volume to some good old classic soft rock music (the sixties, seventies, and eighties gave us some of the greatest tunes. Oh, I just love these hits!) in the dark of my room with the fan blowing me off to sleep.
It’s so therapeutic along with a nice hot shower!
Good night, or good wee hours.
Yesterday evening the sky flashed with dangerous lightening, roared with violent thunder, and poured down heavy rain.
The cloudiness of the weather carried over into today as I took another trip into the city.
I again rode the train to Manhattan. The afternoon atmosphere wasn’t as exciting as the Monday evening vibe. It was dull and boring this time around.
Cloudy, hot, and dreary was the impact of the weather within the environment but it didn’t put a total damper on the mood.
I had a pleasant visit at the place where I had to go.
On the way home I stopped off at Whole Foods and purchased something to eat and ate while I traveled on the train ride back to Queens. The food I picked out was good, as usual.
There are people who genuinely do experience supernatural phenomena on a daily basis yet hide it from other people.
Some of these people need someone to talk to as they have questions and concerns, and some are just curious or find the circumstances surrounding our lives interesting.
Nevertheless, one way or another, it’s good to be aware this situation actually does exist.
Of course, this is not a topic for everyday discussion among the majority and not for everyone to speak about to just anyone.
However, a lot would not be able to handle the backlash of ridicule, mockery, criticism, patronizing and judgments from others who are in disbelief or who are not open to or interested in such things.
I understand completely, the world can be cruel and ruthless and no one should undergo a mental or emotional beat down on account of being contrary to what is usual.
So where do these people with paranormal abilities who don’t have anyone in their corner go?
To other people like themselves if they’re willing to share and exchange instances.
I express within my writings as the energies within spirit inspire, guide, motion, and drive out vibration from me accordingly unto the universe.
Do I worry about how I’m perceived or called out to be, if so? Hell no!
I’ve been called many things all for nothing as I was growing up just for not being like everyone else why should I care what anyone else says or thinks because I have a gift?
Boldness is just a trait I was born with. I’ve never been shy when it came to self expression and doing what I wanted to do. I don’t fear opposition, I dare, and challenge it.
I’m proud of who I am and I’ll talk and write about what I want to write about!
When spirit manifests through me and urges me to put out a message, I will exercise and utilize my vehicles, and I don’t care who doesn’t like it.
Does your head race?
My mind use to race constantly and at an intense pace.
The strong and rapid flow of random thoughts and visions without relief will seem to drive one crazy. It has ran some people into a state of confusion and upset from not understanding why and what they are experiencing and the nature of the cause.
It can be frustrating and annoying when we are unable to get repetitive preoccupations and assorted visual scenes out of our mind. No matter what we’re doing or where we’re at these distractions totally engross our concentration without our permission.
There is absolutely nothing we can do about this but learn to live with it.
Some people unfortunately resort to drugs and/or alcohol to drown out the stream of extra sensory indicative representationsĀ while others take medication in order to repress the unidentified or tormenting encounters.
I’ve handled the condition as best I could and just analyzed and learned from the situation and fashions in which the faculty operates.
Throughout the years the racing has not stopped It eased up to where I could adjust to it at a tolerable level after developing an understanding and sense of balance within the absorption of specific paranormal messaging and communications attributed over time.
The explanation is in connection to celestial tiding as it is the nature and part of the state of being to those of us inclined.
Everything I’ve picked up within the thought process, aside from dreams, visions, telepathy, empathy and other means of clairvoyance, has served to be very accurate and very legitimate therefore it is a vital and resourceful part of my life which comes in handy when it is the most important.
The tasty fruits of inborn talents, labor, and energetic vibration is so mouth-watering.
I’ve had many jobs that categorize more than one field of work. The tasks and pursuits I experienced during the varying areas in regard to employment enhanced and developed additional inspiring factors within my utilizations.
Each particular encounter proved to be very rewarding and enlightening. The instances imparted to me how I do better as a multitasker. I can’t be held down to one description I am a combination of specific variety and creativity rooted from deep inside.
Isn’t it marvelous when we have the option to choose what lanes to walk down?
As our paths lead us out into the open doors of opportunity why not go all out to explore all there is to achieve within the many things we desire to accomplish?
When the knocks call do you answer or do you leave the door shut? Does the pounding motivate or does it annoy?
I answer expectedly and enthusiastically, giving it my best shot! Why not? I don’t turn down an offer that demands for me in which to excel. In return, I succeed!
The knocks inspire me as bestowment within correspondence believes in me. Why else would it had summoned thee?
When we genuinely have confidence in ourselves and are strong within determination those doors began to fly open.
I know what I’m capable of doing and I use my tools of nature to expand even farther. It’s an order!
A command to approach and reach the steps meant for us to climb at our own pace and at our own periods of readiness.
No one has the authority to define the contents within the recipes prepared to flavor us as deliciously fruitful. We come in the most delectable packages full of excitement and coated surprises.
It’s fulfilling and inspiring to me to not be limited within faculty and to have the capacity to do more than just one thing as versatility allows us to express the distinct versions of our competent selves within personality, aptitude and performance.
I took the train into Manhattan today and arrived out of the subway into a crowd of people so large I could barely stroll along the sidewalk.
There was a protest going on and I had run directly into it. Police were scattered around and people were getting arrested and I just headed straight toward my destination.
Oh the weather was so lovely, from the moment I stepped outside from my home the sun, the air, the scenery of the sky, the landscapes and the trees all spoke to me as I took in the beauty of the atmosphere.
I spent two delightful hours in Manhattan.
After I finished taking care of my business I left out of an establishment into the gorgeous begun of nightfall.
City lights expressed its reflection, the in and out of stores and buildings with large glass windows exuded luxurious appeal along with the tempting sights of delicious looking foods, as usual.
The streets were filled with people who chilled and indulged, everything was so lively, entertainment was at the center of the mood upon specific locations.
When I returned back to Queens, the temperatures were equivalent, yet the environment not as vibrant, still the energy around was pleasurable and good, people were out and about enjoying and living within their moments.
It was such a wonderful evening get together with nature and essence.
Like I’ve said and addressed before in some of my posts, it’s not the circumstances of being born with a caul and inheriting gifts which bestow supernatural/preternatural faculties that cause or bring to us problems, it is the propensities and ways of other people.
One doesn’t even have to be born with a caul to be burdened by the incompatibility of the world and of society.
Many of these individuals don’t see how their thoughts and behavior reflect on how we view and feel about them when it comes to how we’re treated, especially since we have the third eye which allows us to gaze into instance at a sagacious level.
I cannot speak for all but for those similar to me It’s always been more than just people but principalities and the fashions in which God created things in specific to be where I find dissension and disharmony at.
I won’t get into all detail as it is not necessary but I strongly feel I don’t belong here, like I’m an old soul because I was already familiar with life so early on without having to experience things, having constantly been in tune and ahead of my time while being tired of living a life and going through the cycle of motions in a world that doesn’t coincide and measure up to who I am in true essence and what I yearn for within an existence as whereas to reside in.
I wonder if I’m too spiritual for my own good with this heightened extraordinary sensitivity. I can’t complain because it keeps me informed and structured in this vile and corrupt world.
And the “sensitivity” has absolutely nothing to do with “emotional weakness” or “fragile feelings” as some often mistake with us who are born spiritually inclined. Our heightened sensitivity is the intensity of what we perceive (our intuitive capacity) and absorb to the point where it can make us a reflecting vessel of whatever energy we may come into contact with or connect to.
Energies can also damper our moods and make us physically ill as some of us “feel” others elemental residue and the weight of the world.
Nevertheless, we who have a strong spirit endure and sustain regardless and we have guidance continuously watching over us to protect and to help us get through the burdens and ordeals in which we are bombarded and repulsed by.
I’ve noticed how something ethereal has carried me all along. We still have to do our parts by remaining faithful to our own states of being and mode of particular belief systems. This is not a hard thing to do as sincerity and loyalty naturally support the foundation of a spirituality when the alignment is pure and genuine.
A lot of us have been introduced to different types of trauma during childhood though those experiences do not define who we become yet circumstances do shape us into who we are whether negatively, positively, or within a neutral aspect.
We just have to keep on moving and improving and living and doing the things in which bring to us our own personal joy and fulfillment. Whatever further answers, closure, or epiphanies that pertain to our inquiries, discoveries, and/or additional contentment or enlightenment will be revealed by our inner voices of spirit when each period crosses and we’re ready to receive those significant messages.
I had conversed over the phone once in a while with Simmie (my father) from a teenager up to my early adulthood, not frequently, but like I said once in a while and we talked good with one another whenever we did communicate.
However, I was never interested in developing a relationship with him. There were just some things I was curious about on his side of the family in regards to nationality and background.
I had found out he was part Native American as well as the rest of his family having a lot of Native American ancestry along with some European bloodline just as like there was both the same on my mother’s side of the family.
I had also found out through one of my father’s aunts that their mother, which was my father’s grandmother, had Extra Sensory Perception, and It was later confirmed by another one of his aunts along with Simmie’s sister. It was said that she was a wise woman and that no one could do anything without her knowing about it.
So there was the gift of ESP on both my mother and father’s side. This is why I have my clairvoyance so strongly and by my Native American ancestry which consists of Blackfoot and Cherokee on my mother’s side and Cherokee on my father’s side I inherited a strong gift of innate spirituality that is combined with my african roots.
I am African-American genetically dressed inĀ multiple ethnical flavors of culture as a decorated adornment of my soul/spirit.
When I went down to Barnwell, South Carolina to meet the rest of Simmie’s family in person in the year 2001, aside from the others who lived in Queens, New York who I had already became acquainted with and the one’s I had a few times spoken over the phone to, I had gotten into a discussion with “Kookie”, Simmie’s sister.
My mother swears out this woman was not the same so called Kookie who’s real name is Dorothy that came to visit us back in the early 1980’s when I was about seven or eight years old. I remember the woman coming to the house with her husband but I don’t remember what she looked like as I was half asleep when she came.
But this ugly toad/frog looking thing was not the same sister of Simmie’s that came to our home back then my mother insists and I know she believes what she says so if this is indeed true either this woman’s appearance changed drastically or she was impersonating another family member by covering up some deep dark secret.
Nevertheless, I wasn’t too warm or accepting toward Simmie’s family as they weren’t my class of people yet Kookie interpreted my coldness as “being afraid to love”.
“You’re afraid to love”, Kookie had told me. We want you to love us the same way that we love you”.
These people didn’t even know me personally or at all to genuinely have any true feelings for me and neither did I for them and I could never love someone just because they had some type of family relation.
Love is something that has to come naturally and I have never loved easily as I haven’t met any beings, aside from the pet puppies and canines that I had, who incited that kind of strong feeling within me.
The truth of it all in which I kept quiet about in regard to Kookie was that to me she was nothing to love. She didn’t appeal to me in anyway whatsoever and neither did any of her family. All Kookie proved to be was trouble and other people eventually found that out about her too. She had too many skeletons in her closet in which she couldn’t deal with and she placed her insecurities onto others. That is why Kookie became so religious, to hide behind the church and to escape the life of regret she once lived.
Most of the people in the church are some of the worst ones out there if you ask me.
Simmie’s family weren’t shit, nothing but trash, and I had interpreted this revelation as a child when I first met my father. I knew if he was trash his family had to be also but I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. All they did was prove me right though.
One of Simmie’s aunts by the name of Emily had took one hundred dollars of mine in which I had sent down to Barnwell, South Carolina years prior and never repaid me as she had promised. I told her I knew Simmie would not reimburse her for the money but even though she insisted that she would return my money back to me herself.
When the time came Emily refused to pay me back and lied about saying that she was going to. I told her that she was a ” Dirty Bitch”. And Emily and Kookie had the nerve to hold my words against me claiming I hurt and disrespected them as being elders.
Elders who are unscrupulous don’t deserve and will not get any respect from me. And what does age have to do with anything? One being older gives them the authority to get away with lying and doing dirt toward someone who is younger?
Bullshit!
I got my money back when I went down there, though. The money Kookie handed out to me all added up to the one hundred I had sent down there. So I felt it was Kookie’s way of making right of the wrong for her aunt and the work of the universe handling out the situation within a fashion in which I recognized had turned out within my favor.
In spite of that fact, I am in no way declaring every single member of Simmie’s family out to be alike or judging them entirely to be the same, I know there are certain relatives in specific of his that are exceptions to what the others exhibit.
I of all people know that just because you have a few assholes within the family does not cause or classify the whole tree to be rotten.
I am a person born of the caul who happens to be asexual and that has been disturbing to individuals who are twisted. I just unfortunately in the past had lived and grown up in a neighborhood full of sick and low-minded people in which I was far set apart from within mind and character.
Luckily, I was always able to branch out and come across and meet those of a higher vibration and of versatile range that I could relate to and appreciate all throughout my life as I went different places unbeknownst to the assholes who remained amongst the fellow likes of themselves and who couldn’t go no further.
There were men whose sisters, nieces and daughters had got hurt or dogged out by men and there was nothing to talk about when it came to me.
What was so special about LaToya? Why didn’t she get caught up out there?
This is the absurd way in which these degenerate people thought and we have people like this and who generate within this fashion all over the place.
So these neighborhood people had for years endeavored to calculate an unnatural situation through the use of deceptive black magic along with lies to create a facade of camouflaging negativity toward my life that would coincide with and shadow up the celestial light of my true destiny and fate.
They tried to bring me into their darkness and cover me within a glue of a paint so ugly and stagnant in color. A substance of demonic craft they didn’t ensure for me to vehemently peel away from.
I think at one time adversaries were spreading and also wanted me to believe that I was a whore with diseases, a prostitute, and other off the wall things, I don’t know for sure if I was suppose to be a drug addict too, and I also think that because I wasn’t fazed by this nonsense I was supposed to be either crazy or putting up a front because their conspiracy of fabrications was supposed to be my ultimate truths even though they all knew what they were doing.
They wanted me to appear lower than what they were so everything they had done within their lives they put on me to make themselves feel better and they intended for their lies to follow me for the rest of my life in payback for me not having been in the same category as them as they perceived me as to think that I was better than them.
In spite of all the dirt these people have directed toward me it has not killed my spirit or brought me down.
The words bitch and whore don’t faze me. I’ve never been intimidated or affected by utterances intended to bring down a woman’s confidence or self-esteem. If anything, I was further liberated and elevated in discerning that I was at a higher level of knowledge and spiritual consciousness.
I don’t know how much this would resonate with other Caulbearer’s who had to go through shit or just others who stood out for whatever reasons but when it came to a man and sex people around my old neighborhood really yearned for me to get swallowed up in the same holes they had gotten trapped into.
My father’s sister told my father years ago that “I was too hard for a girl”.
“Really?” I had thought to myself. I didn’t know that as a female I was supposed to be weak or defined as what society projected an acceptable or proper female out to be. All I knew is how to be my true self and I wasn’t changing that for anyone or to meet anyone’s bias standards.
No one can dictate to me how I should be or not be as a genuine female within my own distinct mode of character.
One thing in which really struck me as quite odd and ridiculous is among the particular gutter-rats and certain people on a low-level within mentality and intellect where I grew up around who for some outrageous reason erroneously took for granted and automatically expected me to have had an interest in men, an attraction, or sexual desire, just because most people were wired or designed, or came out to be this way, whereas I never did, never was, and never will, and it came to be an actual subject of silly gossip and idle debate.
Of course, when we’re not like everyone else and don’t exude the same type of behavior as the majority or as average it gets noticed and talked about.
Others who aren’t thoroughly acquainted with us (even those who may have been around us for years) enough make quick assumptions or generalizations about our character taking into presumption that we must have the same needs, wants, mindsets, emotions, shortcomings and/or etc… And these drawn up conclusions are not always the case within many people’s nature and everday lifestyles.
I’ve been told personally by certain others that I’m very unique and that there’s no one out there who is like me. Though I do know there are a variety of distinct individuals within existence who differ greatly as this is a huge world in which we all live in, but for the most part, these people were just acknowledging to me that I was a rare person from their own observation and perception.
A distant relative of mine had even stated to my mother that it wasn’t normal for me to not have any nature (sexual appetite). I strongly disagreed because to me it is not about what is so called normal but it is about what serves as being healthy to one and within one’s own nature and life. The way I am is indeed normal to me, however, to each his or her own.
Why was the fact that I and my vagina didn’t need or want the undesirable pounding of a penis or the attention of any man so interesting and prone to circulating?
So spread out and disappointing to the point where it created hostility and denial on the part of those who for jealous reasons of their own preferred that I innately share the same tendencies and susceptibilities as they did?
I was born with my own individual attributes.
No man can do anything for me mentally or physically and I don’t express this to be harsh but I have to convey because it is the absolute truth. It is important for one to not repress who they really are on account of other people’s judgments due to a lack of knowledge in specific areas on their part.
It is very unhealthy for one to do so.
I don’t know why sex is so important and significant to these people. I don’t understand why they believed or hoped that if I indulged in the sexual act or had a man attempt to degrade me with nonsense talk equivalent to a mediocre mindset in regard to false sexual encounters or the delusion of what they believed to be would actually have any bearing or reflection on me as they gambled so hard on the outcome and for it to follow me within my life as if it was something legitimate.
It’s also sad how sex sells and how sex is promoted the way that it is when in my opinion intercourse itself actually means nothing. I have written many articles and quite a few were editors picks in online publishing and magazines yet it was the article that I wrote about being Asexual that prompted a few publishers to contact me for permission to display them as they thought the write up was “powerful” and beneficial.
I didn’t mind at all it’s just out of all the things I have written about it’s the one regarding not having any interest in sex or men that catches the most attention?
Society is too sex crazed that it clouds their judgment when it comes to those who have no true interest in sexual matters.
I’ve never mentioned this in any of my writings, however, during the time brujeria was done on me during my adulthood (because it was also done during my early childhood by my great grandmother against my mother and I with certain other people taking part) along with animal sacrifice there was a burial of objects at a cemetery in attempts to cause my death.
Spirit imparted to me: What they buried will come to bury them as the grave they made for you they all will lay in.
In due time, no matter how long or how fast or how in between, the universe will come to collect.
As I’ve said before all through out my life people have taken turns and worked negativity against me and I’ve always been aware of it.
There was always more than one person on my block involved in the later witchcraft attacks other than the dumb whore bitches (Lizette and Doritta) who lived across the street from me at the time, of course, as it was a neighborhood thing spread about with different sick and jealous people.
There was one neighbor’s house I passed by one morning years ago (2011) where someone in the home snapped a photo of me. I noticed the flash of the camera from the front livingroom picture window. Some time later, one of the occupants who lived in the house (one of the guys who raped my aunt back in the 1980’s by the name of Larry Butler) called out to me as I came home from work. I ignored the asshole.
He was scared. He and others had used satanic rituals in order to break my protection and failed as I and my energy was too strong and powerful. Their rituals backfired and now one of the assholes (who I and him were never on any speaking terms) had called out to me by my name out of fear and desperation.
He had told on himself when he did that. And I had already known everything because I had felt everything they were doing in the process while it was actually happening.
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Born With Second-Sight/Extra Sensory Perception 