i first saw it one night when i was 3 or 4 in a VERY real dream. A very nice black man came and took me out of my room and we flew hand in hand across the city. The colors i saw were like nothing i have ever seen before. I can remember this very viviidly.
My mother has told me that when i first learned to talk i would always call black men daddy. It didn’t matter where or what we were doing, all black men were my daddys.
I loved to dance when i was little, I made my aunt dance all the time, i’d turn the radio on and make her dance, but it would have to be Marvin Gay or some old school motown, nothing else.
Ok here is where it all ties together. Every house we ever lived in my family agrees that there is “something” with us, and we have moved 9 times, different states even. So this “something” is sometimes interactive and sometimes you can just see it darting around the house.
One day i took a pic of myself to send to my friends, and it was in the pic with me. Plain as day.
i showed my family the pic and they were freaked out too, only for the fact that it made some kind of weird sense. Ever since that day i saw it in the pic i can’t quit thinking about it. Who is it? an angel? a spirit guide? a lost soul? What or who ever it is i feel very connected with it. Even before i ever saw it , i knew it was there, i can feel it. Please dont say i am crazy. but for an average “white” girl to feel so connected with black people and feel the music and culture on a level that is very odd to most makes me wonder if this thing helped sculpt me as a person. I guess i have too many questions, but i would like some SERIOUS feedback. Please dont be mean. this is serious to me.
