It’s 2am Fancy Meeting You Here

Well hello, insomniacs and other half of the worlders. It’s 2 a.m. here and of course, I am awake. I’ve put the cat out of the bedroom and she’s a little miffed about it. She was begging hello at the door it sounds more like hellro. She is banished from the bedroom for one reason only she has OCD. Yes, even my cat has anxiety. She stresses out when I have a blanket on and relentlessly claws to free me. She is also very psychic as most pets are, she goes and sits at the window when I’m about to be home, not in a routine way, it’s any time, me and the kids she just knows when one of us is about to arrive. She also watches me leave until I get out of sight.

Speaking of pets not only do they see and hear what most of us can’t in the spirit world, but they also communicate in spirit as well. Some mediums specialize in pet readings. I have read a pet before accidentally, I was trying to connect with a person in a photo and the dog spoke instead but he spoke for his owner and helped to deliver the message. Since then I have spontaneously communicated with animals but that includes living animals. I psychically connect with them they communicate telepathically. It’s kind of strange I get a sense of their personality, not unlike humans in their variety of personalities. I also hear their voices different in a variety just like people and some have some serious sass, some are grumpy, some are happy, just like people. They are much more pure loving though and nonjudgmental for the most part.

Truthfully they judge you a little. Pets are awesome, they can read you and know if you are fake liking them. They are not too fond of that. They also get jealous, just like kids they don’t always like to share. In more recent times I prefer the company of children or animals, they are some of the purest souls on the planet. If you want a fresh perspective, hang out with some kids, they have the full power of imagination intact. We get older and more complacent about everything, have you ever seen a baby look at something for the first time? The first time they touch grass and then for years after they still love it and we just dread mowing it. When is the last time you sat in the grass for fun or climbed a tree? So easy, not really, try climbing a tree at 40. You start to think your childhood self may have been a superhero. Remember when you ran all day for fun like 8 hours minimum of running, riding bikes, climbing, and then some. More than 8 hours if you were like me I would wake at 7 am and head outside I didn’t come in and stay in until the streetlights came on. No supervision, it’s a wonder we didn’t die because we were daredevils. If you are ever in need of an honest answer in your life, ask a kid. Goodnight, good morning may your coffee be stronger than your tasks.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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