by Beth
(HorseshoeBend, Idaho)

When I was little my mother would hold me in her arms and rock back and forth telling me that I was capable of a thing I was yet to understand. Back then I had no clue what she meant, but now I do.

I can see spirits. I saw my first spirit when I was only eight years old; it was a little girl and I was outside in the yard. At first I was scared out of my mind, but then she spoke to me saying I shouldn't be afraid, because the rest is coming and if the first is to scare me then I will be devastated my whole life.

I ran into the house bawling my eyes out, crying for my mother, and she stroked my hair until I calmed down, I told her what had happened, but then she chuckled, and said to me, "I told you you were special didn't I?" I pushed away from her and ran into my room, immensely upset. The weather was to be clear and dry for the whole week, but as soon as I started to really cry into my pillow, a light rain had picked up and the longer I cried the harder it rained, until I stopped crying, because I heard a voice, singing so beautifully, singing a song I've never heard of, it calmed me right down.

The voice was an young man about 15 years old, and when I stopped crying he smiled and said to me sweetly and gently, "You've stopped." The way he said it wasn't harsh or rude but more out of happiness that he made me smile again. I rubbed my sore eyes, and looked over at him again, "Who are you?" I croaked.

"My name is Emen." He smiled and then he walked over to me and planted a kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes when he did, but then he pulled back and I opened my eyes and he was gone.

To this day now that I'm 15 I still see spirits, but at the age of 11 I had my first prophetic dream and when I was 13 I started to be able to read minds. When I was 14 I had dreams that were more like memories of a woman that looked like me but older and was chased around accused of being a witch and was killed for it. I'm not making any of this up, please believe me. All my life (since I was 8) I've feared about people finding out what i can do and that I would be discriminated for it. All of this actually happened.

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