I Whisper to Ghosts, and, now, to You...
We are alone now, me, you, and all of my thoughts. Life is very trying. I've became acclimated with the unseen realm over the last 18 years. Throughout the years, I've lost many friends and kin. I yearn to see them once more. In my dreams, they haunt me. They are very alive there, if only temporarily. Their voices can be heard, and their faces can be seen. Sleep is a tragic ordeal for me. My prayers cannot alleviate my weary spirit. Although I can talk to their deceased souls, and even see them, no one else can. This makes me feel like a freak. Why can't you see them? Have ye lost all faith? Perhaps I have a special gift. It's funny how the blessing of clarity feels more like a curse.
It's my job to restore the souls of the wayward. Redistributing the heavens and the hells is my task. I'm so very tired. What perks I gain range from powerful communication to the sound of music. Even now I seek to entertain you. This entry will be labeled for you to read, and brought to your attention. Even still, I am merely trying to make sense of what is happening to me. Depression seems a norm for my somber heart. I want to have them alive again. This is truly what I want. There's only a few ways to do such, for them to occupy a living vessel. It's not the same. I'd rather grow bodies or make machinery that appears like them and attempt to let them take control. This takes money, a lot of it, which I simply do not have. Resurrection seems an afterthought.
How Many Have You Lost?
How many loved ones have you lost? What would you do to talk to them again? Would you believe they could make contact with you? What souls that come to me are finite, and are mostly concerning my past, or some aspect of me. It's easy to just assume all psychics and mediums are fakes. What happens to the real ones, though? Are they drowned out by all the counterfeits? It's sickening. Lies damaged the truthful. I could be very useful to you. Range is not a concern in this digital age. I can read fortunes, have visions on your behalf, and even contact your deceased beloved. It would take action from you, primarily belief, in me, my power, and the fact that the dead live on. My power was gifted to me from the heavens. I call the spirits I care for members of my ward. We are peaceful, but ultimately suspicious of the living. Yes, at one point, I became like them, although I still inhabit this plane. Let our worlds be joined. Believe, in God, the heavens, and the angels. The dead are very much his, and my ability is something he gave me when the world refused to give me a post.
I Will Remain Faithful to You
I close this message to you with some simple wisdom. Never doubt the possibility of all things, because some things are true, whether you believe it or not. I will tend the graves, and indiscreetly deliver their messages to you. I am not an angel, but more a messenger that delivers their messages. Without the living, there could be no ghosts. Let your imagination soar and accept that this universe is a very complex place with an even more complex spiritual layer. Stop being atheists. No one can respect some one who doesn't stand for anything or believe in anything. Science can't explain our world because they have came to view themselves as Gods. I am the herald, who will continue to serve you with countless posts on this blog. If you would bless me with your audience, then I may get over my sorrow, if only for a moment. Believe in me, and I will fly for you.
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