Post ASbbnmAftX1BT2z3Gy by KeithJChouinard@universeodon.com
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(DIR) Post #ASbbnmAftX1BT2z3Gy by KeithJChouinard@universeodon.com
2023-02-01T15:36:45Z
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It can be very strange to walk through experiences of life that you had already seen in visions as a child. At times there's a duality of how your perspective as a child experienced the event and how you now, as an adult, see it as you are living through it in the present moment.#SpiritualConsciousness #Visions #RaiseTheNarrative I speak about these things, that are hardly ever spoken about, openly for those who are quietly and silently going through the traumas of things I have experienced alone myself.#Love #Compassion #Unity
(DIR) Post #ASbbnmhduxOD7IPNey by KeithJChouinard@universeodon.com
2023-02-01T15:48:14Z
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As a small child my mother took me to the archdiocese (without letting any of our other family know).I needed to speak to someone about all the things I was experiencing that were so much bigger than a 5 year old could seemingly comprehend. He demanded to know why I needed to speak to him. What was special about me? He kept asking why I thought I was special and wouldn't give me the space to collect myself and learn to express what was going on to a total stranger who didn't feel open to actually seeing me. I kept thinking that I wasn't there to say I was special. I didn't think I was special. I wanted to know why I was seeing the things I was seeing. Why I was feeling the things I was feeling. I was a small child without the words for it.He told me about all the other little boys he knew that were special and why they were special. (continued on next post)
(DIR) Post #ASbbno54nJjDOGNbpA by KeithJChouinard@universeodon.com
2023-02-01T16:07:24Z
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He then started telling me about the 3 yr old boy who he knew that played the piano like a master.That's when I saw and felt the little boy and what this man was doing to him. That's when I opened my mouth and told him he had no right to do what he was doing.That's when I saw the look of horror on his face in finally realizing what I was there to talk to him about. Why as he would say I was special......He stood up yelling and screaming at me. We were thrown out of the building and cursed at.Years later my much littler sister asked my mother why she couldn't go to the catholic church with all her friends. Why didn't we go to the catholic church.After my mother passed on this spring my sister told me that my mother simply replied to her: "Because Keith got into an argument with the priest."My mother never told her anything about the experience itself other than the simple statement and that she wouldn't go further into it.