Passing Things On - 1. Passing Things On

I know this is going to seem a bit weird…

And I don’t want it to sound like a film like ‘The Ring’ or ‘Apocalypse Now’ but I can do something that no one else can do.

I can speak to dead people.

I speak to Nan all of the time, she is doing quite well. She popped round Elvis’ house for a good old game of Monopoly the other day and then played Jesus at Badminton.

I also try to speak to those who suffered.

You know, AIDS. The dreaded disease.

I try to talk to them and carry out what they wanted to do before they died.

One woman had it and I took her last message and delivered it to her parents…

**

Dear Mom,

I know this is a bit unconventional but I wanted to ask you something.

I know you won’t ever be able to give me the answer but you must try.

Why did dad leave? I know he left, you said he went on a little holiday.

But that was 9 years ago.

And I’ve met him. He’s dead. I’ve met him and he’s told me everything.

He died.

He was gay, he slept with our neighbour.

Why did you get rid of him mummy? Why?

Just Why?

Cecelia

**

I know this is going to seem a bit weird.

And I don’t want it to seem like I’m a pre cog from ‘Minority Report’ but I think I can see the future.

Not just any future but your future. Any future.

I’ve seen it. I’ve seen when world war 3 begins.

All because of one murder. One murder of a Russian president leading the greatest war in human history.

Worse than the deaths of both of the first and second world war put together.

Billions died for the cause.

Well, I should say are going to die. I know what is happen.

I’ve been trying to stop it, I found the assassin and I strangled him in the night.

I’m a monster.

My daughter died of AIDS, I am a monster. She gained the gift but she could see into a separate realm.

I knew that by stopping the assassin I thought I would stop the world war.

But it didn’t. I just made things worse.

I made things worse because I had created a splinter cell of elite assassins in his memory.

The Stargazer Clan.

I wrote my diary to anyone who would find it and hopefully someone with the gift would be able to take it away.

Save the planet from war and sadness and most importantly, avoid the pity of the people.

**

Dear whoever finds this,

When you open this letter there will a subliminal message played through into the centre of your mind causing a ripple effect.

This effect will destroy your brainwaves creating a different existence for you. You will inherit the gift.

You may be able to see the future, you may see the dead, you may murder with a touch, you may even lose your mind and become a vegetable.

No one knows.

But I digress, I must tell you now. The message also includes the entire future of the human race and what you must do to stop WW3. The death of billions must be stopped…

**

You may not ever believe this but I saw the strangest thing the other day.

I felt like a character from ‘Heroes’, I learnt how to fly.

I can fly.

At the age of 8, I can fly.

And I got a message from a very strange lady, she was confused and lost I think.

But she transmitted her gift and her mind to me.

I think I’m meant to save the human race or something.

But I don’t really care; I just took the letter and put it in the drawer to look at later.

But I kept getting these headaches. These irritating headaches which wouldn’t stop.

Until I read the letter again, I had headaches.

I put the letter away without hearing the end of the transmission I believe.

That was when everything changed.

I knew my task; I knew my action I had to take.

I was now given the task to save the world.

I was only 8. And this was a few weeks ago.

When I am older, I’m going to grow up to save the world.

I would hope.

But, eh, who would leave the fate of the world in the hands of a young child?

Not me, for sure.

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