Bullet-Proof Souls

I am the king of self-depreciation, somebody help me please! Creation, I must've been left out of it. Left out of it. I guess being left means I'm out of it. But then again you left me when I was out of it. So tired, I doubt these words will make sense. Unless you had found it in a sense. Look at the mirror and look down at yourself, look down, there's a crown that may help. I asked for help before, but I guess I need to shelter more. Feeling like Helter Skelter, when I melt the door, I meant knock. But then again this won't stop. Most opinions get taken out of context, which is why my dreams is considered a complex, I'm blessed!

I think I'm slowly approaching the end of my Therapy, I hope that my words take you through your darkest memories with confidence instead of fear.  Making your days much better.  I still fear my darkest memories often, but it's something about them brings me back to them more and more.  It's as if my confidence is feeling comfortable to fear. It takes me to another dimension in my thinking when I'm either listening to music, writing, or dwelling on issues I'm concerned with in life. This entry is another one I fear the most but can't get enough of.  That's the fear of paranormal activities from unrested souls.

Question: Do you believe in ghosts?

I think I have enough proof to know that ghost do exists. Listening to true stories of unrested souls from hospitals, prisons, homes, all over the world.  Souls being murdered and never being solved, gives me the chills.  I often watch Forensic Files and one thing about that show that sticks to me the most, basically paralyzing my mind when I see it, is the photos of the murdered victim. It's as if the picture they show, leaves their soul in it and I can feel it. I feel a sudden rush of fear over my body instantly. I feel like if a person is murdered that their souls are not rested. Where do our souls go when we die? What will happen if we are murdered?

I'm not sure if you remember the Bud Dwyer blog I wrote, but I read that one of the cameramen filming that day, was mentally impaired for the rest of his life.  I know that God talks to us, but what do ghosts say to us for those that can hear them? Could the voices in my head be ghosts? I don't know. I do know that whatever I hear or you hear, listen to them. They could be giving us directions to somewhere we need to go. I don't know. I'm still trying to overcome that fear.  The Ghosts that I feel after I realize they are around.  I hate that feeling.....seeing them and what happened to them. But I love the feeling they give me.

It's amazing to just think waaaaaaaaaayyyyy back to the beginning of things....where do ghosts come from? How did they get here? Are they real? What happened? Why did this happen?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Love, Live, Life

:::Byron Belle:::