A. Brennen - Jacks Diary

Jacks Diary
Moments in Time

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A.J. Brennen

Copyright 2012 by A.J. Brennen.

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Moments in Time taken from Jacks Diary, a True Story of my life.

Rev. date: 03/09/2013

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Contents

Some families are quite simply the stains on the underpants of life.

By reading my diary, you will soon learn why I made this unique statement up to describe my very own family

In saying that I have no one else to blame but myself for not seeing what was completely out there in front of me the whole time, it is up to me whether I want to change the direction of my own life or just keep on pushing myself and trying to fit in where I am just not wanted. When you love your family, you are willing to forgive anything just to be accepted by them, but sometimes you cant stop them destroying all that you have or live for just because they are jealous of you and what you have in your life

People can destroy all that you are and leave you empty and alone, but at the end of the day, it is up to you what kind of behaviour you accept from those around you; it is your choice, and you are in control of your own life and destiny.

However, the journey to that realisation can be a long and hard one. One day, you will wake up and ask why? Why do they have to do this to me? Why cant they just be nice and get along and be happy for my success or achievements? But no, they just keep taking and pushing to the point that I snap, and they wonder why. If you want to poke the angry bear, then be prepared to suffer the consequences of your actions.

As I sit here looking at the ocean, I question myself, Can I find the strength to do what is right for me, or will I just keep on satisfying everyone else, all the while falling apart on the inside? Is there anything left to take? Is there anything left to give? Alone and totally shattered, I wonder what have I ever done to deserve this. I beg for it all to stop; I wish that I just wake up dead and it will all be over. I simply cant take any more. They just keep pushing and pushing me, I live in fear thinking that I will snap and do something that I will live to regret. How far is too far to be pushed? At what point will I take a stand? At what cost to myself does this come? What will be left of me? I feel like an empty shell, one that is now not able to trust, feel, or love ever again. Every person that I have ever loved has either been taken from me or they have destroyed me.

Up until now I have never questioned my faith in what I believe in, but seriously, now I think why my God has turned his back on me and made me suffer with a family that I am now ashamed of and disgusted to even have the same name as theirs. It is not my job to judge anyone, but there is only so much one person can take

My name is Jack, and this is my diary

Ever since I was a young boy, I could see spirits. I had this way of knowing what was going to happen at different times; I even had these visions. Late at night, I would see this man in a black coatit was quite a long coat that was about a foot from the ground; he had this black hat with a brim all the way around it. He wore black pants, black shirt, and tie. At first, I was scared of him as I was the only one who could see him, and I didnt understand why. For years I woke at night to see him, and it was like he wanted me to know that he was there watching over me. I asked him what he wanted and why he was watching me, but he never spoke to me. It was like I was not meant to speak to him, because when I did, he seemed surprised that I spoke to him. One night, he finally told me that he was here to keep me safe. I didnt understand why, and he too never told me.

As the years went by, I found out that I could do other things too. One time, when visiting an aunt, she gave me a gold ring and asked me to focus on the ring; she then asked it to tell me a story as I slid it through my fingers. I got the message that the ring belonged to my grandmother. It was her wedding ring; it also told me about a time when we were together when I was really littleit was something that I didnt remember until then. I went back to my aunt and told her, and she said that it was my grandmothers ring indeed as I didnt know before that it was hers. She verified the other part of the story, which was about Nana saving my little brother from drowning when we were up the river one day. I was rather shocked by how precise this was as it was about 10 years ago but wanted to know more of what I could do.

My aunt asked me as to why it was that at night I was scared of her backyard. I said that there were a lot of spirits and that they would watch me, and it gave me goosebumps when I went out there. She confirmed that I was right, that there was spirits walking around her backyard at night. She told me to go out there and see if I had the same effect as I normally would. I went out there and it was as though I could feel at least ten spirits around me. It was quite cold and eerie although it was summer, and I got goosebumps; I went back in and showed it to her. She asked me if I felt that they were bad spirits, and I replied that they were just really sad as though they were lost. On my part, I just had a really sad feeling when I was out there. She confirmed once again that I was right.

We tried quite a few different things, and I could do them all. My aunt was amazed how much I could do at such a young age. She told me that I had a gift, and that it was very strong. I was so happy that I was chosen as I was the only one of the five kids with the gift. Could this be why I was different to my siblings? It didnt make sense at the time. What I was about to go through, even though I didnt always know it at the time, it would be there.

Some years passed, and I was with a friend; we went to the local shops to grab some stuff for dinner. We ducked down when we saw a psychic sitting outside a shop. My friend Becky wanted a reading, so I went and sat down in front of the next shop and waited. Not long after, Becky came running over to me very excited and said I had to get one too as the lady was waiting.

I walked up to the psychic and said, Hi, Im Jack. She jumped up out of her chair and spun around. There was a total change in her mood. Becky and I looked at each other with disbelief as the lady was going loco. I said to her, Hey, its ok. Whats wrong? I just want to get a reading as you just did for Becky, my friend.

But the lady just kept saying, No, youre psychic, so I cant do a reading for you. You know too much. I cant tell you anything that you dont already see. I calmed her down as much as I could as she packed up her table and chairs and took off down the street.

Becky turned to me and said, Wow, what a trip! So you are psychic, hey?

I looked at her and said, Bet your boobs I am! She slapped me as we both laughed. Although Beckys reading all came true, we realised that the psychic lady wasnt loco at allshe was just freaked out by me.

Exactly one month later, we were at a shopping centre, and Becky wanted to grab some incense from the Crystal Shop. We walked in, and Becky grabbed what she needed and was paying the money. Just then, this lady came up to me and said, I have a message for you.