Eternally grateful to Destiny and the web forged by the skein of Fate, Thankful I did not meet Miss trust till much later. ... Being I was introduced to music which provoked thought which took one on an adventure to dark sides and light and being so young also introduced to such a small quiet town, I feel the subtleties in life were much more apparent, I am sure i would not have noticed many of these things if I grew up in the city. As a child one notices everything, it is only an adult who teaches how to ignore and trains an individual in a way to be blind to the other side, and many other sides and things. I remember being scared to death of our small cinderblock basement it always felt there was a presence there, I never witnessed any apparition or presence my self while down there but I did have dreams, in many of my dreams (I get chills recalling the feeling) In many of my dreams I would dream I was downstairs... I did not know how I got down there but knew I was scared of something in the shadows... All I wanted to do was climb up those open wooden stairs that led to the main floor kitchen, back to safety and And find some warm sane security... something was scaring me a chilling petrifying space was before me, I could not see anything, but the presence was overwhelming, I would turn my back to the presence and start to walk/run towards the base of the stairs but there was such a weight something pulling me back, my energy felt it was being sucked away in an instant, my legs so heavy, I get halfway or even a bit more to the foot of the stairs and by this time I am using every last increment of energy I have trying to move my legs...I get to the stairs still enveloped in fear and panic, I grab the railing and I remember using all my might to drag my self up and lift my heavy legs, they feel like lead every step, step by step exhausting, just want to give in each step... Almost crawling up the stairs now, safety just across the threshold of the door at the top... .. the pull from behind is like but a bit different than a magnetic attraction.... these dreams would always end me getting to the top of the stairs to the doorway and I would wake up. Another dream I would have reoccurring in this first home of ours in Alberta was often I would wake up and my bed would be moved much closer to the wall across the room or it would be awkwardly arranged in the center of my room while my stand up dressers and things were also shifted around the room in odd ways... I remember much of time I could sit up in bed but for any other movement I would be paralyzed, I would try to scream and call for my parents but nothing would come out, I could actually feel the words not coming out, It was like there was no air to carry the vibrations, I could feel the mediums meet, energy to total absorption, kinda like vibration to muffled thud, my voice was not coming out no matter how hard I strained my vocal chords and in these dreams it felt all to real I could sense everything yet somehow there was a strange sense reality had shifted almost like I was in a dimension beside , or inside, outside? I am not sure... I remember some strange things from back in my literal crib as a toddler back in British Colombia, I wonder if I was followed or someone in my family, or my family followed... Or perhaps there is such a thing as generational...Attraction
