I can’t tell you the last time I had things or even wanted them.
I have always needed people but my brain has always limited me. It creates a barrier for reasons I have only recently come to understand. They call it PTSD.
It is a very bizarre thing to know the eternally living and have no choice in it. To know that I understand things on a level that has always labeled me, “intense and different.” Cause I am. My theory is that there is a piece of me that was cut off my body and immediately preserved in formaldehyde. A Nazis plastic surgeon’s souvenir.
Sick right? Real twisted. But it explains a lot.
Like we all want to believe that people, especially doctors, have the best of intentions. But many of them absolutely do not.
I have been to a healer before he had a medical doctor title but he actually addressed my issues. That said so much about him and people like him should receive many blessings.
When you can heal, you have a true gift. I am not a healer, I have different gifts.
This is why we all need each other, because we all have tiny pieces of a much larger gift: and that gift is love and love is G-d without a doubt or debate necessary.
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