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The Ones That Are There

There's always been something that scares people. When you're born, there is a reflex that we have, (startle) reflex to prepare us for things that will be either dangerous or just simply fearful.

Sometimes we protect ourselves from fear by certain ingrained reflexes, because the truth is just too much to handle. Sometimes we just are ignorant to signs that are in front of us. Sometimes we see the signs but we just don't heed the warnings, or accept the help. We want to be impervious to fear, pain, and knowledge. Fear, Pain, and Knowledge are gifts however. They teach us valuable lessons in the world.

We can go through life as 'damaged goods' and make others miserable including ourselves, or we can learn from everything we experience and with the knowledge, we obtain the gift, which is 'our life story' and we can take our life story with us and leave memories to help the ones we leave behind.

They say that children who have 'imaginary friends' aren't just playing make-believe. They're real. They are the unseen and the usually unwanted in our lives because we just can't handle the truth.

When you're a child you are innocent and don't know what is considered acceptable, you're still learning. When you have an imaginary friend, it's looked down upon by grownups and sometimes it's made fun of. There's the fear that the child will continue with their 'imaginary friend' on into their teens, which in our culture, just ain't acceptable if you know what I mean. Grownups try and distract the child to play with toys, not things that aren't there. "It just ain't right", as they say.

I never had an imaginary friend, but I did have an unseen friend who followed me around, he was my protector, my guardian. They may be angels, they may have be ghosts. I really didn't care. They didn't talk to me, they just were there, watching what I did. They were there though when I was in need and they helped get me out of a jam or two. Try telling that to a grownup. See where it gets you. I had him there to watch for things that may get in my way. I was aware of others out there watching, but they weren't there for me, they were there for others.

This is a story of the unseen friends, the ones who are there when you least expect it, the ones who help save your life time after time. Eventually my friend did talk to me, in my head, a conversation that I heard as clear as a bell. I wasn't going insane, I wasn't on drugs, I was learning about life

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