‘The veil’ is sheer. Translucent, it appears, for those most adept.
But that isn’t where we, the seemingly non-sensitive souls on this earth, start our adventure.
The voices come whilst shopping, whilst bathing, whilst bonking. Everyday. Every minute if one isn’t careful. “You have to firm with them,” she told me, “or they never leave you alone.”
If it wasn’t for the validation. The shit they couldn’t guess. Well, you know. I’ve not met a psychic yet who hasn’t thought it a curse at times. When they’re young, vulnerable, ill at ease.
So why start this journey? Why indeed…