Diane

Her eyes lit up and she followed me to my home. There she introduced herself shared her stories with my aunt and grandma and convinced them to help. 

My aunt had an old house. She once bought it was brand new and ready for use, but she had a strange feeling that something bad might happen which I found odd. She never used it and offered it to me just to use it. Now it was time to tell me which was hard. My grandma as a mother told her what was going on and she got furious. She wasn't just mad because we kept as a secret she was mad, she thought that I was going to throw my life away with all this happening around. She wanted me to have a normal life and leave them handle everything else. I took her hand in mine feeling her warm motherly hand. I always thought she had the softest hands I have ever felt. I told her that I wasn't doing this just for money I was doing it help people, thus feeling had always brought me joy, and making my heart full of love and warmth. I won her over, she agreed. 

After that long day l was lying in bed and saw my little sister entering the room. She looked at my smiled and asked for a hug. I hugged her and she asked if i could read her a bedtime story, followed by a kiss on the cheek and a I love you. I tucked her in and sat on the edge of the bed. Her favourite bedtime story was Alice in wonderland, I never understood this book fully. She was always mad at me ,because for me the book was also very boring. I always felled asleep while reading the most interesting part (in her opinion). This time was no different. While sleeping I had a vision but this time I saw different parts of it. I saw a glimpse of blood, glimpse of a broken window, then I saw people with candles so many people, so many lives coming to a one funeral. Then a thought came in my mind this never ending world, it kept repeating in my head, over and over. 

I started my own spiritual canter, where I offered a prayer, spiritual session for visions, comfort, and support. I called it God’s love and comfort. Many people came, many people, I helped and offered support.  

The asked for love, money, jobs, advices and I tried to help as I can, but something inside me felt like I wasn’t doing good enough. But I tried to ignore this feeling when I saw their happy faces coming back and thanking me for what I had done. One time I even helped a couple to conceive a child