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An Introduction:
When I was a child, I looked to the sky scanning for spaceships, or peered into a dark recess in a dusty old house, just for the keen adrenaline rush. For the wonder and awe that flooded my body, branching out from the simple thought, there is something more out there. Studies in ancient philosophy, mythos, and urban legends followed. As I grew into a teenager, and the timid thoughts of childhood boogeymen were abandoned, paranoia set in. The goverment was covering itself up. Aliens abounded. I was caught up in a real life X-file. It was then I began to notice things about myself as I went along, struggling through my quest. I had developed an interest in Wicca, and began to pour through books that detailed spells and histories of the religion. There were murmurs of pyschic talents in what I read, explanations of things I had experienced. I read a book, fictional yes, but based on historical texts, wherein a witch spoke with inanimate objects. She picked up stories from walls on which she'd lay her hand. Feelings left on a park bench. This is where I first learned of psychometric talents, and in the years that followed I have spent countless hours in the attempt to refine my own talents. As puberty continued to muddle my head, my pyschic and pyschometric talents grew. Until the day when I could walk into an active area and get a satisfactory reading. Ever since then I've been hooked.
My current project:
In Pasadena, at the top of Lake Dr, lies Cobb Estate. An inconspicuous state park, cars pass by its entrance without second glances, on many accounts you could say its a forgotten paradise, a side-effect of the urban sprawl building up on all its sides. I suppose it's a beautiful place. Saddened and weeping tree branches, kiss the tops of a wrought iron gate, locked for years now, and the smooth broad stones extend, like a single bony finger, towards the street.
blah blah blah I'll finish this later....there are games to play!!!
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