Dear Great Omnipotent Force, Spirit Guides & Gentle Beings From Other Dimensions,
I’m at the bottom of a well. “I shout but no one hears.” Do you? Can I even call you a you?
I just watched Oprah Winfrey’s show called “Soul Sunday.” Her guest was Neuroscientist Eben Alexander. He wrote a book called “Proof Of Heaven.” During a coma he went into another dimension of toxic jello to suddenly being guided by a beautiful woman from another dimension flying on a enormous butterfly into a world that had no suffering or pain at all. I cried because I have to get there. He said we could do it ourselves without having to have a near death experience. But I try and I meditate and I love and I do talk to you and I do good things, but something is still wrong.
His words made me hopeful because I’m scared to die, but I’m even more scared to keep living life like this. Now to have a non loving and non spiritual teenager berate my son in front of her infant and to take my Grandson away from me for sticking up for good, that revenge is evil. You know more than anyone how I have nourished this baby. How it has nourished me after my last ten years. I thought it was my gift. Why is the gift gone. Leaving me here alone my pain?
The abuse I’ve endured by my own Mother is still very real. The abuse by psychiatrists has damaged my thinking inside my brain and made me hate myself because now I have a label. The abuse by well intended people when I say, “please help me” and they lecture and proselytize that I should just be more positive or the worst advice from someone is that we can’t find happiness in a child is just plain evil. And that came from a Mother of small children.
You gave me the gift of a son and now my Grandson. He helped heal me and give me a reason to stop thinking of myself. He if even for a few hours took me away my PTSD and torment of living with “mental illness” which I don’t think I’m ill at all. Child abuse is not a disease of my mind! It was the circumstances I was raised in. That’s no fucking chemical imbalance. I’m just forgotten, abandoned and misunderstood. This baby was something to love and teach and laugh with. He looked at me with no judgement and often times when his own mother came to pick him up, he would not take his eyes off me! Loving and holding and feeding him was also me feeding my own inner child.
Loving myself back.
Why when I stood up calmly and rationally to this 17 year old Mother who calls my son stupid and screams at him in front of baby in front of me, why when I went to protect my child and his child, did something allow her to win? As she screamed at my son out by the car, while baby was screaming inside car, I watched from afar, waiting for the right moment to strike. I went outside and tried to stop her and the pus that came from her mouth was this: She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Stop judging me! You drive me fucking crazy!” I said, I’m not judging you, I’m telling you that it’s a mistake to call someone you are suppose to love stupid and that you are harming your child, your fiance and now me. the one person who accepted your pregnancy. The one person who spoke up to you and encouraged you as your abusive parents make your life harder. The only one who would babysit for you. For free. Me buying all the supplies on my disability as I wanted to help. I am the one on your side.” She screamed “Fuck you!” I ran away ready to explode and yelled back, “my son will never marry you. You are evil and cruel to people who are trying to help you.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Maybe, I should have run away from the car crying in my bare feet and just run off into the night into the hell hole neighborhood I lived while my son watched his mother break down. I swear I wanted to kill myself that night. I don’t know why I didn’t. But the next morning when I woke up to realize I’m still in this dimension that is tainted with hell, i saw all the baby things. I saw the bottle the baby didn’t get to finish before she left with him and my son in a revengeful rage. I could feel the next morning the old habits that anti psychotics brought on and wanted to tear up my apartment so I would not slash my wrists. I have not done that in over five years. Because the drugs are gone now. But, some leftover piece of toxic chemical, withdrawal Iguess, came out. I took at plate and threw it at the wall and it ended up shattering my sliding glass window into a million pieces. I don’t know who that person was who was doing this all I know was it was pain, pure hellish pain that had to come out or I would overdose. Either the window or me. I felt possessed by something awful. I had to call my slum lord and tell them a lie. A nice repairman I have seen before fixed it, but a policeman had to come over with him to make sure I didn’t do it or they would charge me money from it. I am terrified of police. But this man, with K9 unit on his jacket, (which means he probably uses dogs to sniff out pot, which I smoke) was nice to me. I had to lie. I was lying. I felt sick to my stomach for the lie, but what choice did I have. I was smart enough to put a rock in on the back patio to look as someone had thrown it. The messed up part was that it was doubled pained window and what looked like a hole at the top was still intact. The repairman thought it was weird it didn’t break from the outside and maybe even sensed that I had done it, but saw the pain in my eyes and told the officer the crime was bad around here. The officer heard me say how awful this place is and that I feel negative energy in and around my apartment as if someone died a violent death in here years ago. God, you were there for me that moment even when I was guilty as he went away and I felt they were just going to attribute it to the crimes that happen here every night. Thank God.
Why does the world give me gifts only to taste them for a moment and then take them away to push me deeper and deeper into the ground. It’s like teasing a child in Africa who is thirsty with a full glass of water and then letting it only sip a thumb nail size of liquid to snatch it back and say “just kidding.”
Why when I have done so much good in my life. Volunteering, giving my last dollar to homeless people, and supporting others in their pain, despite the torture i have endured, why did you take away the one gift I needed, a baby. You even told me in a prophetic dream two years ago the message delivered by someone I love dearly, that I was going to have another baby. What evil is present here. And if you the all encompassing did not do it? Then what force did. I want to leave this primitive planet and go to that butterfly dimension Dr. Alexander spoke of. However, his message was even though it does not seem like it , “all is well.” I can’t feel it. I can’t feel it. Help me please.
Why is it, I get more comfort from people I have never met on the internet than the dozen real people in this town who are my friends and family don’t come around when they KNOW I’m in pain. You know what they say to me…..they lecture bullshit positive thinking which I already have practiced, or like my mom, they ignore me, or like my friends I reach out too and don’t call back. I’m too much for them and it’s easier to leave people like me alone than to have to forget about your own self for awhile and be there for someone who feels like she wants to die. Who really cares. I do. I would drop anything for anyone who said, “I don’t want to live anymore.” Should I stop caring too. Or do I continue to give without ever expecting the same back? I know that answer. But sometimes I have such hate inside me for bullies and thoughtless people that I feel violent. I would never hurt a soul, but if i could, I would force them to wear a device that makes them feel what I feel and see the hurt their actions cause. I got that from Clockwork Orange.
Dear Thing,
If there are other dimensions and I don’t have to have a near death experience to see them, then bring them to me today. Don’t bring me the near death experience I had when i saw purgatory when I was restrained by evil doctors for doing nothing at all. I don’t want to remember that the whole world was frozen in their place, but completely aware that they will spend eternity sitting there in their places, listening to me scream for help knowing that even babies were frozen in time but conscious. Take this nightmare away from me and show me in this moment, in this day before night come that angels and guides are just next to me.
I meditate. I pray and for not. I sit alone now in this apartment which really just feels like a room in a psych ward and there is not one soul who is willing to even touch me. My back and shoulders are locking up and if I even touch my shoulder myself to relieve some pain, immediately tears come flooding from my eyes because I know I hold the weight of the world on my shoulders. If a man that ever loved me, touched and rubbed my back. I would most likely cry out poison for an hour. I have not been touched expect by this baby in three years.
I will try to forgive these wounded souls that wound me. I know this is the way. But right now, at the this hour before nightfall comes and I won’t be able to sleep, show me your listening. Show me my writing is all I need and that is my destiny and all this pain and wisdom I have gained won’t be in vain.
My only friend is a computer but then something evil comes out of it and bullies me. my only pet is a gerbil who only comes out at night because I let him roam free and when he comes up to get my attention, he bites my feet. How ironic.
I tried to google the 800 number for heavens or the next dimension over, but that information was not available.
I ask you as your humble open minded servant to bring me a miracle tonight. Even if it’s a tiny one. I will try to keep calm and carry on, but I’m aging backwards and I don’t know what do to do even after I stop writing this. Show me the way.
Thank you.
…and so it is.
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