In 2019 as I was reminiscing with Eddie who is in Heaven,
about my past a little bit I heard a voice in the very back of my head.
It was a 3-year-old child. Myself. Running away.
Telling me in the future that he was projecting, estimating,
as a genius what his older self would advise him to do as he was
trying to figure out where to go. I was three then but more in stature of five
and I had heard something. I was amazed. And attentive. In case.
I had a three-year-old asking me what to do in a very serious situation and
he might very well be able to ascertain what to do. I told him what to do
as Eddie listened in Heaven. I won’t tell you completely. Which is a shame.
I told Menninger’s in detail. I’ll get close.
Go to your Great Aunt’s in Burbank cause I know that’s where you went.
And absolutely only there.
That why I asked he said. And then I cried. And then I started reminiscing with
Eddie. And then I started telling my MSW. I have a cyst on the left side of my
head from an injury at 6 that likes anti-seizure medication, and I have suffered
from depression.
