In the beginning of my senior year in high school, I was sitting in history class and zoning out. The information that we were covering was something I had already learned by reading our history book. I should have been paying attention, but instead I wrote this passage. I didn't realize I was a channeler and I had never heard of automatic writing.
As the light became brighter, I realized I was no longer human. No longer of any recognizable shape or form, but I was yet still real. I had mental awareness that I was, but what was I? Why me?
Then I saw my house, and then the stars in the sky and the stillness around me comforted me. The next thing I knew, I was inside my house not touching anything, but touching everything. It was then tat it occurred to me that I was alone. I roamed the house frantically, searching for someone, anyone but house was empty, and I felt somehow, so was I.
A flash of light occurred and there I was, a child again. I could see me, but I wasn't me. I watched as days would go by, faster and faster, and I felt each emotion again. But I was watching. And when I, this child was sad, I comforted myself.
Each passing day seemed like a memory, but it was reality. Every main event of my life I watched like a television show. I saw everything, the cruelty, the kindness, and I felt it. If something was going to happen, I warned myself. Sometimes I would listen, and sometimes I would not. I seemed to watch everything from my birth until the last breath of my...as the light became brighter.