Telepathy

Speaking with the dead is not as scary as it sounds. In fact, it is rather comforting to know that we often keep our consciousness after our bodies have expired. It means we are immortal...in a sense. But, I have to admit, to be bombarded with conversations can be a little extreme.

The first one-hundred times it happens you really do think you are crazy. It's people saying your name when no one is there, snippets of conversations, music -- much more intense than the mere earworm, hearing more than your own voice in your head as you read, or having some little voice answer your mentally-rhetorical questions. It all collides into this strange cacophony of cuckoo.

Then, after awhile, if you are lucky enough to receive a little bit of help, you start to get the jumbled mess straightened out and begin to feel much better about it.  I'll admit, the desire to kick-off this plane of existence is strong at first. The voices are sometimes very mean, hateful, hurtful, or just self-righteous. But, eventually, if you stick with it, you can learn to kick the ugly ones out, choose or not choose to listen to the ones left behind, and maybe even befriend one or two.

The thing is the entire situation seems spontaneous. Think of an ex-boyfriend first thing when you wake up and he's right there. Live on the East Coast, wake up at 6:00 AM and you'll wake him up in LA at 3:00 AM. Funny only until he starts acting out because he is sleep-deprived.

Then there are the truly mean ones, like the ex-fiance who is so twisted he thinks you are the impetus for all his issues, and he just roars at you to stay out of his mind. But, it's karmic justice in a lot of ways. If you can keep it under control.

Telepathy.

It's a bitch.

~AC