This weekend I'm visiting my active military son. I have not had a chance to *really* talk with him for 9 months. Since I've seen him last, he has traveled to Asia and the South China Sea. Last night I finally got to see pictures from his Asia adventure.
He was scrolling through photos on his phone. One caught my eye. I asked him to stop and go back as I wanted to get a better look at the picture. It looked like a cave. There was nothing descript about the picture. For whatever reason I got a sudden rush of sadness and despair. I asked him what the picture was. He drew a deep sigh and said it was a picture of an assasination site of American POW's on Wake Island. I know nothing about the history of Wake Island. I then got a rush feeling of the irony of being on this beautiful, heavenly island and being tortured to death.
I can't explain how, when, or why I get unpredictable waves of undeniable psychic energy. All I know is that it happens.
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