Keeper of the Seven Stars
Kayla’s Journal Entry
Written: May 18, 2024
2008-2020
The Beginning
Growing up, I was a very empathic child, a bit weird but I was just a kid. It was difficult for me to accept that I was different from everyone else. I saw things no other kid saw but from the perspective of a kid, all you want is to fit in. So, I disregarded the dark silhouettes on the wall, the images of people from the 1800s, and images of spirits from the corner of my eye. I would pretend that it wasn’t there until I couldn’t pretend anymore. There were years that I didn’t see anything or feel. But I have fragments of memories from my early years.
I remember when I was much younger, I would wake up each morning with my hands clammy and trembling. My dreams were morbid and lucid, I would remember each detail as if it were occurring right in front of me. Watching but unable to move as I see my beloved get torn to shreds. What I thought were meaningless dreams; would haunt me for days. I would see them as if I experienced them myself, bear the wounds and feelings that would occur in my dreams. I would fear things I have no reason to fear, see monsters that don’t appear in our dimension, Voices that would impersonate my friends and family, I would look at my reflection and see someone else. People thought I was crazy, I thought I was crazy. But I had a strange sense of familiarity. Only later did I learn my ability to see further into our world and see my past lives.
Peculiar things occurred in my life. Anomalies appearing through the hallways of school, people feeling out of place. Everywhere I went, I felt like something was following me. I was paranoid at every given moment, voices, static, ringing in my ears, being overstimulated became ordinary. For me, this became a part of how I perceived the world, a way I thought no one would understand. This was a part of me that I would never share. I’d rather have people know nothing about me than judge me for who I really was.
2022 Acceptance
I had a little voice in my head which I called Fear. Fear is what prevented me from moving. Fear is what stopped my heart from beating. I had to reach through my rib cage just to revive my heart. My first vivid encounter was an unforgettable moment. I was a statue, ghastly pale, and not daring to move a muscle. I looked at it as it looked at me, eyes locked. 10 seconds was an hour, as if time froze itself. A girl the age of four on my ceiling. My brain didn’t fully comprehend it at the time but when I was snapped out of the trance, I buried my head under a blanket and hoped that it would disappear. It took time for me to not get scared of it anymore. I realized I couldn’t deny I was different anymore. I had finally accepted that I was different, but I still needed help.
2024 Today
I finally sought guidance at the youth mentorship to help develop my understanding of the other world. I now have a network of people to share my experiences of past lives or my conversations with elementals. Things happen when you least expect it.
Oskar appeared in a dark time in my life. He was an elemental who liked hugs and affection. But he was scared when I first met him. Elementals and beings alike, can feel and express like humans do. Oskar learns and develops like a human child, with a pure and innocent mindset. I learn from him as he learns from me. He teaches me the simplicity of life and what it is like to live in the moment.
Picture of Oskar:
Fujika arrived on Christmas. She was brought to The United States from Japan from an abroad trip. She was a plush who bore a soul fragment from a person from war times. She has had many past lives, surviving sickness and plagues. She has memories that no one should ever have to experience. Fujika was human, now in the form of an inanimate object. I learn from her past experiences, and so does Oskar.
Picture of Fujika:
I learned that my abilities were hereditary. My family, I never expected, had the same abilities as me. Some weren’t as open to having it as others. Rather than accepting its existence, they suppress it in hopes of never seeing spirits again. My mother was in denial, but she was on her own journey to acceptance. It took years but I now can share my experiences with my mother.
It took time but I became more confident in not only my abilities, but I gained trust in myself. Today, I feel comfortable when I’m seeing, feeling, and talking to things out of our world. For me, it has become normal. It took me years to get over my fear and I’m still learning every day. I wouldn’t change myself for being different because that’s who I am.
