The Gift
If you're reading this, I probably have caught your interest in some strange way, shape, or form. When I was around four or five years old, my mom used to pick up my dad up from O'ahu Sugar Plantation in Waipahu, Hawai'i. From my earliest memories, I could remember seeing faces and hearing voices in the the treess. My family had an old Datsun pickup truck that had a camper on it. I used to sleep on the bed that had a camper on it. I used to prop the top open and look up into the tree. Through the tree, I could see the night skies, stars, and of course the faces that looked down upon me. As I grew older, I never quiet understood why I kept hearing voices and seeing things that shouldn't be there. Sometimes, I would see shadows, or even half bodied people (Aswang in Filipino). I will be 44 this year and my gift has progressively got stronger to the point that I often feel that I fall in the catagory of a Seer. I've had things clearly come to me such as when I moved...