Visitations

In late 2006, the same thing occurred. The figure poked me in the back. This time I was amazed, but not as afraid. He asked me again if I was ready.

I said, will you please tell me what I am supposed to be ready for? He said I was not ready and disappeared again.

He finally returned in early August of 2008. The familiar poke in the back did not frighten me. He asked me again if I was ready. This time I knew what he meant. I asked him who he was. He said, I am you and you are ready.

The next morning, I felt an uncontrollable urge to start writing again. I started slowly, threw a few bad pieces away, until I felt I was again capable of writing something meaningful. I searched and searched the internet until I found Triond. I decided to join and start submitting my work. Much to my surprise, I began to get published. I cannot stop writing now. I write every day and I cannot seem to write enough. I would wake up at exactly 3:10 every morning with something creative in my head. Some days I remembered every word and some days I forgot what I had been thinking. I bought a digital mini voice-activated recorder and kept it beside my bed. Now, whenever I wake up, I record what has come to me. I have found that I use it quite often. I use it whenever something pops into my head and it has become an invaluable tool. Now I am writing endlessly and it feels so cathartic. It feels like a blessing from God. That is my story. I would swear to this being true in a court of law. It just goes to show you, you never know what will happen in life.