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I closed my eyes, sighed, and spoke to the youngsters gathered around me of what it was like to be born a seer.

A seer is summarized in the dictionary as a noun and “as a person credited with extraordinary moral and spiritual insight.” And having lived this way for decades, I found it easiest to explain it best by comparing it to Charles Dickens’ novel A Tale of Two Cities, which opens with:

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness…”

Light and Dark… both at the same vying for a choice of an uncommitted teenage vessel. Wanting friends and popularity, wanting to not be the freak, wanting to be the good girl, but mostly wanting to not see the unseen.

At times it was fun riding the fence and choosing neither, yet both. To shut my eyes and “see” choices and consequences, or choices and rewards, and ignorantly lured by the king of this domain.

If left alone I probably would have stayed in the middle of the road but evil is stupid. It keeps no promises. There are no cookies on the dark side, and its truths are terrifying. It shows its cards every time. These “cards” were now in the form of demons howling at me through my trailer house windows. Jeering at me through the eyes of the man I had married.

I had been so young. Only 19 and was living a life of hell on earth. I was 19 and I couldn’t do it anymore.

But God is good. He had allowed me my human choices. And very compassionate as He kept me on His radar. And even in the evil chaos that follows the human ideal of not choosing sides He stepped in to my little home and shone like lightening as He stood before me.

I looked up into brilliance. I saw a tear sliding down a bronze colored cheek and I felt, no I knew! this was true love. I chose to go all in. To this very day so many years later, the vision of Jesus shedding a tear for me has never left me.

My life since then, has been one adventure after another and throughout it all, I am still misunderstood, sometimes called a freak, but I know who loves me just as I know God didn’t make a mistake with who I am.

I then opened my eyes, I looked these children in the eyes and I sang “Jesus loves you, this I know. For the Bible tells me so.”