If was like a dream when the words that fit so perfectly just fell out of the sky and landed in synchronicity on my pages that were yet to be written. I had studied a sage or two and had heard of such things happening but this was simply amazing. The characters were waiting in the wings for their call and played the emotions required as if it was their own life. My memories aligned with the events and all of the long lost, if not for just a moment, family members were there. I could see the same facial expressions and watched as they huddled exactly the way they did in my nightmares plotting and scheming every moment of the day.

But there was more to this that caused me to pause often and wonder how this could be happening and who or what is reading my mind even while I sleep? It did not matter as there was no time to question the delivery of the precise definitions that I could not find on my own and that overlaid the doubts with multiple reasons that sufficed. These two young girls and these two young boys had no control over the outcomes nor would they have any knowledge of what actually transpired in the early years of their lives as it was deep and transformational for me as well. It was difficult initially to walk away from my offspring however the evil forces that formed bonds of generational hatred left no doubt that this was not a battle that I wanted to fight. It was not out of fear but wisdom screaming loudly to pick my battles and wars wisely, to choose the time and place that best fit my needs and desires. Fast forward to Year of Twenty Twenty Six. The words I sought fell from the sky magically as if they were my own.

The Crime. The Cover Up. The Curse.