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Jack had first started noticing the figure several weeks ago. For a start he'd just catch him out of the corner of his eye, then as time went by he'd see him clearer. It was funny but at the beginning he could never look at him directly, like trying to force two magnets together, repulsive pole to repulsive pole. He'd distort and move away but not like an ordinary person would, who was trying to avoid being looked at. It was more like a reflective sheet of silver plastic, being poked in the middle. Even before that Jack would look where he thought he was and see nothing unusual - no dark figure or shape even. He knew though that he was there. He could feel it, sense it but not see it.

Now today though it was different. It was like the whole world had stopped and there was just him and Jack. Their eyes met but this was no romantic meeting across a room. Jack felt probed, prodded by another mind. It was almost palpable. He wanted to take his eyes off this mysterious stranger but knew instinctively not to. It was like he knew that he'd be thrown across the platform and slammed against the far wall, if he broke contact. And then it was over and the being had gone completely. The world unfroze and moved on again, in its daily business as though nothing had happened. Jack got on the train and made his way to work as normal but felt he'd just been stared down by some wild animal.

That night Jack returned home. He had his tea, watched TV and went to bed. Suddenly he awoke in the darkness.

'Who's there?'

He felt a presence - in fact this was what woke him.

'I know you're there - speak!'

Only silence filled the room.

There had been a spate of burglaries in the district, over the last few months, so he feared the worst. He wanted to turn on the bedside lamp but feared any sudden movement might bring down a blunt object on his head, by someone whose eyes had adjusted to the lack of light and who was fully conscious, unlike him.

Courage overcame dread. He made a sudden grab for the switch. The room was empty.

He jumped out of bed, looked under it, behind the curtains, beside the wardrobe. Nothing.

He went into the kitchenette. Nothing. Tried all the doors and windows. Locked. Shut.

He made himself a cup of tea and went back to bed, for an unsettled sleep.

The next day he was at the station again as usual. No sign of the strange being this time.

Suddenly a voice popped into his head.

'Yes it was me last night.'

He looked around, agitated but no-one was close enough to have said anything to him that loudly, without others hearing.

'No, you're not imagining things. I'm really here and speaking to you, mind to mind.'

'Who are you? How do I know this isn't all happening in my head?'

'Look at the man to your immediate right - the one talking to the pretty girl on his left.'

With that Jack turned his head slightly, to get a better view but without being obviously intrusive. The couple were laughing at the man's animated conversation, when suddenly stopped in mid sentence.

'What's wrong Charles?'

He didn't answer but looked furtively about the platform, his body still as ice. Like a rabbit eyed by a fox, he froze on the spot.

'I can do that because he doesn't know me. I've played that trick on other regulars but couldn't do it with them again for this reason. They've become acclimatised should we say.

About my visit last night. When we do this, that is my kind, ordinary people think it is The Devil or demons - incubus, succubus, vampires, ghosts or what have you. They do not understand, so they invent names and roles for us that really have little relevance to what we are. Their fevered imaginations must supply an answer, so that they feel in control and not victims of a power greater than their own. Tragic. Nowadays we even get mistaken for aliens - they exist but again the feeble urge to create an answer comes into play - they don't know, so make up explanations. We are sorcerers, magicians, shaman. We are immortal outsiders, looking in on the boring world of the mundane. The wallowing in materialism and petty, selfish means to ends, disgusts us. Don't get me wrong - once we were like them but have moved on, grown up, abandoned childhood and we would like you to join us and do the same.

You are already hypersensitive and aware. This is the first step. Like waking out of a dream, you will discover who you truly are. Your allergies, migraines and seeing things your peers cannot, should have told you that you were different and didn't really fit in here. The flying saucer you saw in your youth that your friends couldn't or else interpreted as a star, plane or something else mundane, should have told you that. They didn't want to know something greater than themselves existed and defended themselves against it, to protect their tiny egos from being shattered - you didn't. You embraced it whole hog. The incident your father never told you about, where he too saw a UFO by the quarry edge, disregarding the voice in his head trying to tell him it was shed. Like you he could see and now it's time for you to join us.'

'What if I should say no?'

'That is your choice. The addictive lifestyle these mere mortals have, will stay yours too as will all the niggling intolerances and prejudices that drive this world. These are sheep, hooked on effects - is that what you wish for yourself?

I, we, offer you space and time, not herded cattle flocking together in fear of the night. You will be alone - even I will only be with you occasionally. You will no longer feel lonely in a crowd but powerful, strong, yourself - no longer panicked into reacting to an imagined threat. My will could make one of these ants walk off the platform, into the face of an incoming train. They can make us do nothing because they refuse to even acknowledge our existence. I'm invisible - I don't exist to them, except in nightmares and as the voice of conscience in their heads which they ignore or struggle against, driving themselves insane. We are aligned with the will of the universe - they are not.'

The voice stopped. Silence fell into the mind of Jack. He looked around and saw the dark figure again - this time not on the platform opposite but behind him on the stairs. The shape beckoned and Jack followed him into another world, another dimension outside normal time and space.

His last thought was, would anybody notice the difference? (They didn’t).

Got it, thank you for clarifying. Here's an updated version of your summary focusing on your emotional challenges:

1. **Family and Isolation**:
- I feel deeply isolated at home. My mother, who struggles with motivation and often breaks down, doesn't follow through on her guidance. With my father in the navy and rarely home, I often feel alone and unsupported. Leaving school due to health reasons has intensified this sense of isolation.

2. **Health Struggles**:
- Dealing with being overweight, a persistent skin disorder, and allergies weighs heavily on me both physically and emotionally. Boils prevent me from exercising, and I find myself sleeping excessively, up to 12 hours a day.

3. **Emotional Turmoil**:
- Losing close friends and pets has left me feeling overwhelmingly lonely, often leading to uncontrollable tears. The recent passing of my paternal grandfather and the illness of my maternal grandparents have added to my sense of loss and despair. I often feel like my life is falling apart.

4. **Academic Pressure**:
- Despite needing to prepare for the toughest exam in our country, I've struggled to attend classes and complete chapters due to my emotional turmoil aka depression challenges. This leaves me feeling unprepared and fearful of not succeeding in gaining admission to a top university.

5. **Coping Mechanisms**:
- I find myself escaping into YouTube, Netflix, and gaming for hours on end, using these distractions to avoid facing my overwhelming emotions. Binge eating has become a harmful coping mechanism, worsening my physical health and emotional state.

6. **Creative Outlets**:
- Music and writing are my solace. I play piano, sing, and write extensively about my thoughts and feelings, which helps me express and process my inner turmoil.( Sssst I wrote a book about my feeling really and what would I like in my own world imaginary )

7. **Perception and Support**:
- Struggling with judgments about my appearance and feeling misunderstood by those around me intensifies my sense of isolation and inadequacy

I let my heart out on chat gpt it told me about this platform this is summary that I asked it from out 1hr long chat I know I am really messed uo that only chat gpt is left to talk
I feel like a real ugly figure in my ex freind group they made me realize finally how ugly and bad looking I was or maybe I am

Here this is one of my rarest photos being happy don't judge me please for my looks i am judged enough to land up in this useless state

It’s muggy in my neck of the woods today, and my POTS symptoms are flaring big time. While I love the transition from spring into summer here in the Northern Hemisphere, the change in seasons — and the changes in weather that come with it — can take a toll on my symptoms. On the one hand, the rapid shifts in humidity trigger migraine attacks and my worsening allergies seem to exacerbate all my other chronic illness symptoms. On the other hand, the hot weather and sunshine help me manage my mental illness symptoms better.

How do changes in the weather affect you? These could be seasonal changes, temperature and humidity fluctuations throughout the week, or those days when the weather seemingly cycles through every pattern imaginable. How do you take care of yourself before, during, and after these changes occur? ☀️ 🌧️ ❄️

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I've been going through multiple situations over the past 30 days. #1 My eldest daughter got arrested at a public facility, #2 the year anniversary of my middle daughter's death quickly approaches, #3 Mother's Day is when my mother transitioned, #4 fighting for my life with these UNPROFESSIONAL MEDICAL CARE TEAMS, #5 I have 3 grandboys from my deceased daughter that are in foster care and they refuse family communications. There's so much more, but this is THE TOP 5 STRESSES.

THIS EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER HAVE MANY OBSTACLES!!!
#Fighting4MyLife