17th Journal Post | 17th Life of Misfortune

All right, so I haven't been writing in my art journal a whole lot... I know, bad me... but whatever, I've been dealing with alot of stuff lately, so you honestly can't blame me that things online are becoming more, and more less important to me. I am, however, trying my best to keep contact with my good friends, at least; while I slowly find inspiration for my artwork, writings, and other projects.

Today, Mom brought me, Samuel, and Robert, to see her teacher/therapist, whom is a psychic expert (also known as a mystic) - laugh if you want to, but these truths do exist; and I'm well aware those whom are ignorant (not to mention, afraid, and jealous) will put it down, because they don't (or is it, they don't want to) understand.

Anyways, the lady is very nice; we've already met her before, although, this is the first time her, and Sam, spoke to one another (and that Sam actually got to see her in person, because the other times Sam stayed out while visiting with Mom - Mom would take us to come over once in a while, and let us sit out in the beautiful garden area)... and she's advised that Mom bring us three with Mom to see her again, because she does want to help us feel better, have more confidence, and work through the troubles at home.

The reason for my title of this journal is because I noted that, with this journal entry, I'll have seventeen journal entries... along with that, the lady told me that my fear of fire (which was greatly weighted on, thanks to the kitchen fire in November back at my old house) stems from other past lives (she said sixteen) where very similar trauma happened to me. The fear of blood also came up for me, and she told me that I've unfortunately had alot of lives with trauma in them; including head injuries, falling, and war scenes (so, I've been a warrior/soldier... that is somehow suiting me) - and by counting this life, it would count as my seventeenth life with trauma (relating to fire).

...I actually do remember some things from past lives, including one where me, and my Mum were sisters, out in New York. That life strikes me as rather happy, and Mom would draw sketches for me, of that life, from what I would tell her about it; back when I was sick/recovering from surgery in September (also, around the same time Mom bought me Soul Calibur III, for us).

The lady also said some very interesting, and befitting, things about my brothers, as well... however, I think that's up to my brothers for them to write, whenever they want to (or if they don't, it's perfectly fine)... and I admit to being lazy, in that I don't want this to be too long of a journal entry. ^^;;