Excerpt

Through the fire, you will find a moment of reflection. In the middle of the heat, you will take on your greatest challenge. Life has a way of burning, even scorching you sometimesbut before its all over, theres healing.

I'm not sure why these strange things are happening, but the one thing I can say for sure is that these happenings are happening for a reason.

Lately, its been hard to get up and get out of bed. I mean, really hardpsychologically. I really do not have anything major to be depressed about. If anything, I should probably count my blessingsIm young, Im attractive, Id like to think of myself as intelligent, yet people underestimate me and think otherwise sometimes. Little do I know? Little do they know

Overall, I have so much to live for and yet I do not really feel as if I am livingor that anyone else is living for that matterWhat are we all living for? And what are we all dying for? Life and death, life and death, life and deathIts a never ending cycle. Those who work in hospitals encounter life and death every day. When you witness it enough times, eventually you become numb to it.

Just when I begin to acknowledge the fact that I have it all, in a sense of the superficial world that we live in, I suddenly feel an overwhelming, intense depression that makes me want to cry over and over again. Over and over and overAgain.

And so I cryThey see meTo them, they see big beautiful eyes and they all like to watch me see, but its the real Watchers that see behind my eyes and can relate to the tears that often come out of them. If only they could look beyond what they see and they will see the real me. They dont knowbut the Watchers doThe Watchers knowbecause the Watchers see

Who are these Watchers? The Watchers were put here for a reason. They see it allgood, evil, the fight above and below, the transformation in betweenThey see it all and they know. But they are not here to do anything about it. Why? Because the are the Watchers. And so they just watchand witness what is meant to take place in this realm that we call life. Theyve seen it all from the beginning and they will witness it all during the endingor is it really an ending?

I might not have been there with them to see what they know about beginnings and endings, but I do know beginnings and endings all too well in the simple structure placed before meBeginnings and endings are not just relative to life and deathJust as my week is beginning, I begin to look forward to it ending. More often than not, I want it to end and I want to release myself from the responsibility of this world that we so-called live inLiving

Are we really living? Why are we all here? Where do we go when we leave here? Is this all that there is or are we just passing through? As I think about the mistakes Ive made, the people that have touched my life made, the rest of the world has made, I start to feel a need to love moreand cry morebecause the ones I want to reach out to and love cannot be reachable. Like the Watchers, I see thembut there is nothing I can doI cannot reach out to themThey do not want to be reachableSo I stop tryingI leave them aloneand cry for them instead

And so Ive stopped trying to reach out to the ones that are living and have instead delved into the paranormal world of those that are living within a much deeper, more intricate realm amongst us. Believe me, they exist more than you knowmore than youll ever want to know. Do you believe? You should.

Maybe someday the people living in this world will understand and try to see what I see, but that seems to be highly unlikelyunfortunately. But the Watchers indeed see what I see. I guess it was meant for me to see a little of what they see in this brief period of time called me. And so I see what I know is meant for me to see

Growing up as a child, I was always told that I possessed special powers. Possessed? That is what they thought my grandmother was when they called for an ambulance and allowed for her to be put into a straight-jacket when she told them what she would often see. Why was this happening?

My grandmother would often see her mothers spirit wandering throughout the house in various corners of deserted places during quiet moments. This was an apparition of my great-grandmother. When my great-grandmother was alive, she would always stare right through people. She could not help it, nor did she want toShe just had a natural way of doing soEven in death, her spirit would do the same if you were in the right place at the right time to see it. Why was this happening?

No one wanted to believe my grandmother because somehow they entertained the thought and feared that what she was experiencing could somehow, quite possibly be true. Why was this happening?

As they took my grandmother away in her specially wrapped straight-jacket, she put up a fight. It took six men to restrain her as she screamed out to them that they could control her body, but not her mind. She was right

I hid in a corner and watched out of sheer fear of something entirely different from what they fearedI did not fear that what she was experiencing could somehow be trueI knew it was trueEven as a child, I saw the things that she saw tooI saw her mother as she saw her and I knew the validity of her proclamations.

Sad to say, I was too young to take