Fighting For Truth

My name is Katt my story is... Long and filled with question that I may never know the answers to. That is my dream that in all the lies that I may find the truth. My one request is that you would consider that by commenting on my story you effect it. In some small are perhaps large way. So please I ask you to he honest and sincere. To not take this lightly. I must say I only tell this version of the story to close friends in telling it in this way I feel exposed. I pray that you would look past the long rants and help me find some answers. This is my one and only request.

As a child I saw no auras that I know of... I was quite normal in fact... Happy. My father played Dungeons and Dragons in college and I remember looking at the pictures in the monster manuals. Maybe that is why my imagination grew The one fault to my normal life was in my sleep. I can not tell you the first time the dreams came or even why. However, no child should ever have seen the things I did. Friends, family, and even my own demise. These dreams are very graphic and detailed. In some even the innocent ones I can feel pain in a dull since. I never woke screaming. It was like I knew it was a dream, but some seem so real I might have lost myself in them. I still have these vivid dreams in what some way I can control now. The blood and gore is reduced as I've aged. I don't know if these where from movies likes I may have watched or what. I don't think I ever watched movies that... Bloody when I was that young but it could be possible. Another strange thing that set me apart was while other children ran to get their parents went frighten I walked up to the image I believe what a werewolf head or other scary things to prove to myself it was something other than what I believed it was. I stranger in the dark was just an empty corner. When I thought of monsters I dispelled them in a song. Not once did I run to my parents for help. I didn't like to be alone however. I don't know why but I wanted company when I slept so I would sleep in the hall on the cool tile floor or by my brother's been or with great skill snuck in my parents water bed without them knowing.

When I was in middle school I spent a lot of time with a woman who rented a trailer from my grandparents. She had rats that I loved to play with and a collection of cats. I felt... Calm around her. She would tell me stories and the more I hung around the more she told. She told me of past lives and meditating. She taught me how. She said I had many past lives and I was a very important person in some on those lives. I believed her. Maybe cause I wanted it to be true. She told me I was an elven vampirc demon. This seemed to stretch it but I didn't want to be human and I did share some qualities of at lest the elf and vampire however her only comment on the demon was because I like snakes. This seemed weak even then. She brought out a spell book and taught me very little of magic. This in the end is why I started seeing her less and less. She made many claims I do not think she really knew what she was talking about. One the pages moved by the wind were the spell book leading us to spells... I didn't think this was true. She moved not to long after my visits became fewer. Also my parents didn't what me hanging around her.

In High school I felt things... Like when friends lied to me when I didn't think they were telling the truth. I started to be more aware of things around me... My last two years in high school I cut all loose ends I started living for me started being the person I wanted to be. I grew in Christ and did his work. My first year in collage I meet another wiccan. I seem to attract people... That don't' fit in the normal category. My best friend in high school was wiccan... She was one of the loose ties... But for other reasons. This girl and I got along right form the start it was like I had known her forever. I was going to instruct her that I I did not believe in wicca and that God was the right path. That this fantasy world no matter how much we wish it would never become real. However, my plans were thrown away when we started talking about her book. I told her plot and the first letter of some of the other towns in her story. I describe the village in perfect detail. It was elven of course. We stared at each other in complete shock. I asked when she saw the story did she see it as her doing the deed or as if she was merely reporting the scene. She was the reporter. When I described it I imagined myself walking in the village... The story was from my point of view. This is not the only time me and this person have done this. She is now a good friend of mine.

Another good friend is Kacey he and I talk about such things. He taught me how to make a psy ball and we try to read auras together. I say try because it is not a natural feat and I wonder I time if we project what we want to see. Same with the psy ball witch is a ball of energy, but many people can feel our psy balls we have done test. Also I have transferred energy. I was trying to send an image to someone by touching hands and instead a high level of energy took him by shock and he was fighting to get out of the car. Marc the guy I was sending the energy to was not use to this, and he was every taken back. Kacey and I have done this one other occasion he had to much energy and I tried to take some from him. Once again I'm not sure if this is just in our heads because we want to be more than just normal. Both Marc and Kacey show signs of weird abilities. Heh, there is just so much to tell and I feel like I've already wrote a book.

I will put this when at the gypsy queen grave yard we got an evp after I got done speaking in a male voice saying clear as day that it want to kill me or us it use you. Something like " I really want to kill you right now." I feel like things are watching me at times. This may have been why I never wanted to sleep alone when I was younger. That really scared me and I'm not one to scare easy. I will stop here if you want me to tell you more I will but I really want some feed back on what others think of this... There is so much to tell. Do you think this is all bull or that something could be... There. I'm not sure what I am looking for. I was so ready to put all childish thoughts of powers, abilities, and strange worlds out of my head, but these past two years have... Unnerved me. Plz, what are your thoughts.

I feel like I keep growing but I don't know what to do with all this.