My life never really got started until 2004 the date I think of the Apocalypse… to be date specific February 29, 2004, because that is essentially when my life changed. I can't remember ANYTHING of my pass unless I am triggered by something, a place, a photo from my past (which are incredibly rare), or an actual person from my past. Anyways, my mother died this day and I guess I'll begin by telling you of what I remember of her in my Youth. I have this picture of her when she was younger. My mom is holding my known eldest brother in her arms. I can recall the first time I ever saw it. I remember sitting next to her and admiring her beauty in the picture, and still beautiful in that moment at whatever age she was then*. I also have memories of her telling me fantastic stories of the Philippines, and the village in the mountains she lived in. these stories were referred to as bullshit by my father as well as other people I shared them with and these were other Philippine kids raised here in "America." Thinking about it now, I had proof to one of her stories, but I only now recently connected to two… I remember this elderly woman I called 'Nanai'—she used to babysit my brothers and I—I remember asking her about three perfectly paralleled and raised black slashes on one of her lower legs. Her response was something like, "Why should I tell you, you won't believe me anyway." and that shut me down, because the look on her face told me, that was her 'nice' way of telling me not to ask her questions like that anymore. This memory piggybacked off another memory where my mom told me about little elf like creatures; as she described them, they had green skin and long black fingernails. These creatures would take a swipe at a Human who got too close to their homes. Now of course there are valid reasons for the scars, like they were birthmarks or some other deformity, but if that were in fact the case, why didn't she just tell me that's what they were? Instead of essentially telling me that, she was to tired and too old to try to convince an American raised child to understand her and her culture.
I don't know what I am doing here… all I'm doing is writing from my head, I sometimes call it "Celebrating my Crazy." I have faith in the Creator god that He and an Angel are guiding me to my nirvana; although, it's still challenging for me because my ideals are not mainstream but I do know from reacquainting myself with Facebook I am not completely alone. I actually don't know anyone in my circle that thinks like I do, except my daughter, but again that could easily be argued that I am raising her and that is why she thinks like me, but no, that's not the case she figured it out on her own that the random things I say make sense because she was able to hear it from different perspective.
I believe that Supernatural, and "the Winchester Gospels" could be a real thing, because I AM proof… I AM picking myself up and slowly climbing out of my own personal Hell. Anyways, here I am with my experiences, eager to help anyone who needs it.
I was thinking to get started—because I'm kinda just winging it—Please hit me up in the review section or P.M. and tell me which episode stood out to you, and I will tell you how it relates to the world I live in which is the same world you live in. Ok thanks!