Remember, remember, the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder and treason should ever be forgot.
L. O. L. That was so randome!!! So anyway, I don't remember if I told you guys that I am a medium. ...Because I am... 'cause, like, once, I went to my friend's house (my friend's grandmother died in the house my friend lives in, really tradgic) and he decided to hold a seance to find my friend's grandma. So at night, when everyone in the house was asleep but us, we put out candles and began the ceramony. The candles began to flicker, like someone was up close to it, trying to blow them out. I told my friend to hold her breath, and the flickering picked up and the candles blew out. Then we found about a thirty degree difference (an extreme cold spot, duh) in an empty chair, which was also the chair where my friend's grandmother has been seen.
We cleaned up the table and set out our sleeping bags in the living room, and about five minutes after we settled in, the electric keyboard turned on and started playing a really sad-sounding song. As soon as we stood up, it stopped and the keyboard turned off. wahmbulance FYI:: My friend said her grandma couldn't play piano. Multiple spirits.
And for those haters out there that think I'n lying about my gift, I'm not. I'm a sensing medium, a medium who doesn't SEE spirits, instead, they feel the spirits and hears them.
Dude, once, I was posessed by a little seven-year-old girl who had died of cancer. I was with my cousin Annie, and Annie told me that while I was being posessed, I started singing and it wasn't even my voice! Oh, I felt so nautious after that...but it was COOLIO!!
So, yeah, you get the point. I'm a medium... I study spirits and anything paranormal...I have to pee... blablabla, blabla. The strange thing is, with every posession, after each one I feel... great! I feel like I just took my first breath! ...An it saddens me that very few of you will ever understand that rejuvenating expirience.
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Most people run from imagination, but I fell into it.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat.
How I wonder what you're at?
Up above the world you fly,
like a tea tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
How I ownder what you're at?
--Hatter out.
How I wonder what you're at?
Up above the world you fly,
like a tea tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
How I ownder what you're at?
--Hatter out.