Monday, June 6, 2011

In the Crib - by Luc

I am a 43 year old man, my childhood is a distant memory by now, but a few of my early memories still haunt me to this day. Haunt is a harsh word, I should say lingers with me. I must have been 9 months to 18 months old or maybe 2 since I was still sleeping in the crib. I remember laying in the crib in my parents' bedroom, it was daylight and there were 3 different individuals, 2 men and a woman. They were conversing with me through telepathy, not so much as using language but images in coordination, I can't describe it correctly. I wasn't threatened by them, it was as if I knew them. As if they were giving me advice or contemplating my new life. I remember later on being able to see ghosts, I remember telling my mother about them, but she was scared and told me to stop the nonsense.

Another thing that has followed me through life is the numbers 3, 6 and 9. All the major events in my life have revolved around the number 3. I am the 3rd boy, I am the baby of 9 kids, I have 6 sisters. I've always been different.

1 comments:

Carrie said...

It's ok to be different :)