I had visited the good doctor, Mr. Redd. This day was different; I was introduced to her as Miss. Gold. Later on, I would get to know Miss. Gold as Vera.

I was first asked if I would mind if Vera could join my appointment. She was his assistant for the day. I was told that Vera was a student blah blah blah! Of course, I did not mind that she was there. We all have to start somewhere.

The first thing I saw was her deep-set, round hazel eyes. With a soft, petite nose. Vera’s eyes and nose together made it that she was easy to talk to and naturally kind and friendly. Vera’s forehead was narrow with black bangs that came to her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were black, appeared to be naturally thick and shaped. Vera probably was quiet and reserved. With her, slightly more full forehead versus her long chin, almost like an oval shape head but longer, with a narrow chin, so oblong would be the shape of her head. Vera’s lips were thin on top and plump on the bottom. Her smile told me that she naturally loved to help people. Though I think that Vera would quickly get upset and triggered by things that she is passionate about. She had straight black hair that was cut to her shoulders. Vera’s make up was like her appearance natural. There was a hint of light brown eyeshadow, mascara and black eyeliner. Her lips were the colour of soft pink.


Vera had pulled up a chair and sat at the end of Dr. Redd’s desk. Which placed her in between the good doctor and myself. Vera’s aura was yellow. Almost blinding bright. She was for sure in the right field of employment.

I remember that one of Vera’s first questions had been about how I was liking and adjusting to my surroundings. I was thinking ‘minus the shadow that I see from the corner of my eyes. Noticing the random bruises and scratches on various individuals. This place is worse than the rat hole I came from.’ What I believe I said was, “I can not complain, the food is good!”

Than Vera asked me what my days have been like? I am a creature of certain habits, the early bird catches the worm, is a phrase I do follow. I would be up and heading to the bathroom to start my morning routine. As the oldest of four children, I learned fast that if I wanted to have a hot shower. It was that or a cold one, do you like cold showers? I had been showered and dressed by the time the first roomie woke up and had her feet on the floor. Making of the bed was the next thing.

I slept on a futon in my place. The last thing I wanted was Peter and Crystal to walk into one of my homes and see the futon out in the bed position. So the bed was made, and I was out the door long before anyone else had their feet on the floor.

The next thing I would do is go for a smoke, I would ask the guard at the door if I was able to go out for a cigarette. With a nod of the head yes, I signed my John Henry on the paper, and I walked out the door. I would sit at the picnic table that was provided. The area had the standard schoolyard fencing. I would guess that the location that was fenced up would be the equivalent of a one bedroom main floor. Small but big enough. Inside the fence was one single maple tree. Which I noticed was starting to grow little green leaves. It did not matter if it was sunny or cloudy, little birds would sing their morning song. Or possibly the only song that is sung threw out the whole day. Other way, it was an excellent way to wake up. Versus the stomping of feet from the individuals that lived above my unit. Or the children running in the hallway on my floor. This was by far more pleasant. By the time I stopped daydreaming and finished my two smokes, it was the right time to go to the cafeteria. I would go back inside, sign my John Henry to say that I have returned. And ahead in the direction to get my breakfast. Sitting in the spot where I had so many times before. Hoping that no one would start a conversation with me. Majority of the guests here learned that I was a person of few words, and when I did speak out … well, everyone seemed to respond in “awww” that I was capable of speech!
888 The weekends were the only day in which we did not have a course to attend. There were activities for everyone to do. Or you could sit in front of the television. Pretty much you could do anything you wanted. During the weekdays, you were expected to attend the gathering that you were assigned to.

Blacking out was a thing I regularly did. It is not the same as a blackout that is brought on by heat, change of elevation or lack of food and water. No this is something that happens when I go into deep thought. As a youth, my mother would tell me to get my head out of the clouds and bring my feet back to the ground. So the first time that Vera and Dr. Redd had been introduced to this behaviour it was senses of humour for me, not to them though! Dr. Redd and Vera asked more questions about my blackouts. As I always say when I do not want to speak about something in depth, “there is not much to talk about, it just happens.”

It took me a bit, but after a while of sitting in the room with both Vera and Dr. Redd, I started to notice small settle things about Vera. I was more than confident that she was well aware of her talents. Claircognizance! She knows stuff for no reason at all, she has excellent intuition. If the individual knows how to use this to their advantage, this is a fantastic gift.

If I do remember correctly, I had positioned myself in my favourite comfortable posture. Knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs. When I think about it, it is almost the fetal position but the individual sitting not sleeping. Not only is this position to myself comfortable but it is a means of protection to. It makes it easier for me to put up my own personal protection against mental invasions.

I had noticed Vera’s has her right leg over her left. This tells me that she has no attraction to Dr. Redd. Vera has positioned herself more to the left side of the chair. Making that there is more room between the two of them. Her left hand placed on top of her right, the right hand was holding a pen. Her right arm is positioned in a way so that her notebook and papers will not slip to the floor. Vera’s back is straight with her bottom close to the edge of the chair. So far, twice she has rotated her right ankle twice. She is wearing a faded rose coloured long sleeved, button up blouse. The blouse was buttoned all the way up to the top, and the collar was in a U shape. What looks to be a brown floral scarf with the knot off to the right side of her neck, both ends flopped over the front of her shoulder. Chocolate brown tights, with black slip-on shoes and I, think she has no socks on. Her choice in makeup shades and clothing tells me that she is a very neutral and natural person. The fact that her blouse is faded tells me this is one of her favourite articles of clothing. She might not have a whole lot of money to spend on clothing since she is still working on her masters, but she dresses for the job and again pulls it off well. She also dresses for comfort, she is not behind a desk yet, so she will most likely be on her feet a fair amount of time, hi heel shoes would not be ideal as of now. The scarf could mean several things modesty, a sign of power, or just as a fashion accessory. It is only a slight hint, but I think I am smelling body spray coming off of her as well, berries of some kind I think!

With her back straight, she has a sense of confidence, she’s very comfortable with her job and self. With her back straight and how she is sitting on the edge of the chair tells me that she is very much into her profession. Vera truly wants to help the people that are around her. By keeping eye contact with me, Vera is telling me that she is listening to what I have to say. I would take a guess that Vera has this attitude in the working environment but in her social life as well. She is positive, aware of her surroundings, and most of all she is energetic.

There is just one last thing how she rotates her foot clockwise, I am going to suspect that she does this not as a means of hiding her ideas but a way of thinking. I noticed too that she had opened her left hand and closed it again, within close timing of pivoting her foot. I suppose this is a way of her controlling her thought process in a means and methods to correctly chose the correct word to say.

After I had realized this about Vera, I paid more attention to the very fine details. A question that had not been asked of me yet Vera’s jaw would clench, and she would moisten her lips. At the same time, her foot would move in a clock wards motion, and her hands would open and shout.
Another thing that I noticed about Vera, bright flares would come off her, here and there. I had wanted to know what was with this energy fluctuation. This was something new to me, let us call this my project at the time shall we!

Interacting with a simple yes and no questions did not bother me. I did not get into great detail. Personally, a majority of these questions were boring me to death. Out of know where there was a flash. I hear the word “manipulative.” Who has not manipulated a situation at one point in their past? Time went by and then finally Vera wanted to know why I had not been participating in the group activities?

Tilting my head slightly keeping my eye contact consistent. I knew that showing up to these groups was mandatory, but participation I took as optional. So what did I tell Vera, what was on my mind! “When someone says to me, would you like to join the group discussions? That is asking me a yes or no question.” The flash of light happened again, but also Vera’s facial expression changed. It was like a look of ‘did she really say that!’
This is about the time Vera had asked me if I understood the purpose of the programs that this facility was offering to the patients here. I did not say a word, I knew the answer to the question that was being asked of me. I just wanted Vera to talk more. Sooner or later Vera would say the answer to her question. Vera informed me that the purpose of the programs here at this institution is to assist, help rehabilitate the patient and set forth a plan of release. That is the location that I am at, the nurses and doctors work hard to help individuals with mental health issues. Then she pointed out that I was showing no sign of progress, that it appears that I did not take this place seriously. Next, Vera asked if I fully understood what she was saying.

BAM! Just like lighting and thunder, I got everything that I needed. Oh yes! I heard every word that came out of her mouth. I also heard even more. Vera had been thinking ‘I can not read her … why is she like this … I do not get her … I swear she’s trying to play with me … so much darkness!’ What Vera is a telepath! And a very gifted one at that! She uses her skills to help others. The theory behind the flashes that I was seeing was her trying to read me. At the time she had no clue what she was dealing with.


To Vera, I was like all serious. Placing my feet on the floor, leaning in closer to her. I glanced once at Dr. Redd than back to Vera. I spoke calmly and very clear, and I was like … “I am fully well aware of what this organization is meant for. Question for you, do I have any symptoms of a mental disorder? No, I do not! What I do not think you understand is that I do not want your help. Now, what you will have to except is that you will not be able to help me. You do not have the means nor the ability to do so!” I took the chance to view her once more before I continued. “You are brilliant, energetic, and unmistakably in the right chose of trade. You will never be able to read me! I am the way I am because I chose to be! No, I am not playing you! To solve the darkness, make the window bigger!” 888
While my jaw was flapping around, a mist came through the door and over to Dr. Redd. My eyes had been diverted from Vera to the mist. It had gone behind him, I could hear it whisper ‘you will always be my favourite son.’
It was rate about that time that I stood up from my chair and looked down at Vera and I continued to speak. “I am bored to tears and going now!” I stopped talking to Vera and turned my attention to Dr. Redd, “I am truly sorry!”
888 And I left the room with the mist following me. Whispering in my ear, ‘please tell my son how much I love him.’ Over and over again she repeated in my ear. Until finally I was down the hall far enough and knew I was alone so I could say “no!” out loud.
If I had been paying attention to my surrounding closer, I would have known that the mist was not the only thing around me. I should have been paying more attention, then I would have known that I was about to be physically beaten. I felt my body being aggressively pushed forwards. So hard I did not have enough time to react. All I felt was my body being pushed forwards and my face hitting the floor … and blackout!I had visited the good doctor, Mr. Redd. This day was different; I was introduced to her as Miss. Gold. Later on, I would get to know Miss. Gold as Vera.

I was first asked if I would mind if Vera could join my appointment. She was his assistant for the day. I was told that Vera was a student blah blah blah! Of course, I did not mind that she was there. We all have to start somewhere.

The first thing I saw was her deep-set, round hazel eyes. With a soft, petite nose. Vera’s eyes and nose together made it that she was easy to talk to and naturally kind and friendly. Vera’s forehead was narrow with black bangs that came to her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were black, appeared to be naturally thick and shaped. Vera probably was quiet and reserved. With her, slightly more full forehead versus her long chin, almost like an oval shape head but longer, with a narrow chin, so oblong would be the shape of her head. Vera’s lips were thin on top and plump on the bottom. Her smile told me that she naturally loved to help people. Though I think that Vera would quickly get upset and triggered by things that she is passionate about. She had straight black hair that was cut to her shoulders. Vera’s make up was like her appearance natural. There was a hint of light brown eyeshadow, mascara and black eyeliner. Her lips were the colour of soft pink.


Vera had pulled up a chair and sat at the end of Dr. Redd’s desk. Which placed her in between the good doctor and myself. Vera’s aura was yellow. Almost blinding bright. She was for sure in the right field of employment.

I remember that one of Vera’s first questions had been about how I was liking and adjusting to my surroundings. I was thinking ‘minus the shadow that I see from the corner of my eyes. Noticing the random bruises and scratches on various individuals. This place is worse than the rat hole I came from.’ What I believe I said was, “I can not complain, the food is good!”

Than Vera asked me what my days have been like? I am a creature of certain habits, the early bird catches the worm, is a phrase I do follow. I would be up and heading to the bathroom to start my morning routine. As the oldest of four children, I learned fast that if I wanted to have a hot shower. It was that or a cold one, do you like cold showers? I had been showered and dressed by the time the first roomie woke up and had her feet on the floor. Making of the bed was the next thing.
I slept on a futon in my place. The last thing I wanted was Peter and Crystal to walk into one of my homes and see the futon out in the bed position. So the bed was made, and I was out the door long before anyone else had their feet on the floor.
The next thing I would do is go for a smoke, I would ask the guard at the door if I was able to go out for a cigarette. With a nod of the head yes, I signed my John Henry on the paper, and I walked out the door. I would sit at the picnic table that was provided. The area had the standard schoolyard fencing. I would guess that the location that was fenced up would be the equivalent of a one bedroom main floor. Small but big enough. Inside the fence was one single maple tree. Which I noticed was starting to grow little green leaves. It did not matter if it was sunny or cloudy, little birds would sing their morning song. Or possibly the only song that is sung threw out the whole day. Other way, it was an excellent way to wake up. Versus the stomping of feet from the individuals that lived above my unit. Or the children running in the hallway on my floor. This was by far more pleasant. By the time I stopped daydreaming and finished my two smokes, it was the right time to go to the cafeteria. I would go back inside, sign my John Henry to say that I have returned. And ahead in the direction to get my breakfast. Sitting in the spot where I had so many times before. Hoping that no one would start a conversation with me. Majority of the guests here learned that I was a person of few words, and when I did speak out … well, everyone seemed to respond in “awww” that I was capable of speech!
The weekends were the only day in which we did not have a course to attend. There were activities for everyone to do. Or you could sit in front of the television. Pretty much you could do anything you wanted. During the weekdays, you were expected to attend the gathering that you were assigned to.

Blacking out was a thing I regularly did. It is not the same as a blackout that is brought on by heat, change of elevation or lack of food and water. No this is something that happens when I go into deep thought. As a youth, my mother would tell me to get my head out of the clouds and bring my feet back to the ground. So the first time that Vera and Dr. Redd had been introduced to this behaviour it was senses of humour for me, not to them though! Dr. Redd and Vera asked more questions about my blackouts. As I always say when I do not want to speak about something in depth, “there is not much to talk about, it just happens.”
888888 It took me a bit, but after a while of sitting in the room with both Vera and Dr. Redd, I started to notice small settle things about Vera. I was more than confident that she was well aware of her talents. Claircognizance! She knows stuff for no reason at all, she has excellent intuition. If the individual knows how to use this to their advantage, this is a fantastic gift.
If I do remember correctly, I had positioned myself in my favourite comfortable posture. Knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs. When I think about it, it is almost the fetal position but the individual sitting not sleeping. Not only is this position to myself comfortable but it is a means of protection to. It makes it easier for me to put up my own personal protection against mental invasions.

I had noticed Vera’s has her right leg over her left. This tells me that she has no attraction to Dr. Redd. Vera has positioned herself more to the left side of the chair. Making that there is more room between the two of them. Her left hand placed on top of her right, the right hand was holding a pen. Her right arm is positioned in a way so that her notebook and papers will not slip to the floor. Vera’s back is straight with her bottom close to the edge of the chair. So far, twice she has rotated her right ankle twice. She is wearing a faded rose coloured long sleeved, button up blouse. The blouse was buttoned all the way up to the top, and the collar was in a U shape. What looks to be a brown floral scarf with the knot off to the right side of her neck, both ends flopped over the front of her shoulder. Chocolate brown tights, with black slip-on shoes and I, think she has no socks on. Her choice in makeup shades and clothing tells me that she is a very neutral and natural person. The fact that her blouse is faded tells me this is one of her favourite articles of clothing. She might not have a whole lot of money to spend on clothing since she is still working on her masters, but she dresses for the job and again pulls it off well. She also dresses for comfort, she is not behind a desk yet, so she will most likely be on her feet a fair amount of time, hi heel shoes would not be ideal as of now. The scarf could mean several things modesty, a sign of power, or just as a fashion accessory. It is only a slight hint, but I think I am smelling body spray coming off of her as well, berries of some kind I think!
With her back straight, she has a sense of confidence, she’s very comfortable with her job and self. With her back straight and how she is sitting on the edge of the chair tells me that she is very much into her profession. Vera truly wants to help the people that are around her. By keeping eye contact with me, Vera is telling me that she is listening to what I have to say. I would take a guess that Vera has this attitude in the working environment but in her social life as well. She is positive, aware of her surroundings, and most of all she is energetic.
There is just one last thing how she rotates her foot clockwise, I am going to suspect that she does this not as a means of hiding her ideas but a way of thinking. I noticed too that she had opened her left hand and closed it again, within close timing of pivoting her foot. I suppose this is a way of her controlling her thought process in a means and methods to correctly chose the correct word to say.
After I had realized this about Vera, I paid more attention to the very fine details. A question that had not been asked of me yet Vera’s jaw would clench, and she would moisten her lips. At the same time, her foot would move in a clock wards motion, and her hands would open and shout.
Another thing that I noticed about Vera, bright flares would come off her, here and there. I had wanted to know what was with this energy fluctuation. This was something new to me, let us call this my project at the time shall we!

Interacting with a simple yes and no questions did not bother me. I did not get into great detail. Personally, a majority of these questions were boring me to death. Out of know where there was a flash. I hear the word “manipulative.” Who has not manipulated a situation at one point in their past? Time went by and then finally Vera wanted to know why I had not been participating in the group activities?
Tilting my head slightly keeping my eye contact consistent. I knew that showing up to these groups was mandatory, but participation I took as optional. So what did I tell Vera, what was on my mind! “When someone says to me, would you like to join the group discussions? That is asking me a yes or no question.” The flash of light happened again, but also Vera’s facial expression changed. It was like a look of ‘did she really say that!’
This is about the time Vera had asked me if I understood the purpose of the programs that this facility was offering to the patients here. I did not say a word, I knew the answer to the question that was being asked of me. I just wanted Vera to talk more. Sooner or later Vera would say the answer to her question. Vera informed me that the purpose of the programs here at this institution is to assist, help rehabilitate the patient and set forth a plan of release. That is the location that I am at, the nurses and doctors work hard to help individuals with mental health issues. Then she pointed out that I was showing no sign of progress, that it appears that I did not take this place seriously. Next, Vera asked if I fully understood what she was saying.

BAM! Just like lighting and thunder, I got everything that I needed. Oh yes! I heard every word that came out of her mouth. I also heard even more. Vera had been thinking ‘I can not read her … why is she like this … I do not get her … I swear she’s trying to play with me … so much darkness!’ What Vera is a telepath! And a very gifted one at that! She uses her skills to help others. The theory behind the flashes that I was seeing was her trying to read me. At the time she had no clue what she was dealing with.

To Vera, I was like all serious. Placing my feet on the floor, leaning in closer to her. I glanced once at Dr. Redd than back to Vera. I spoke calmly and very clear, and I was like … “I am fully well aware of what this organization is meant for. Question for you, do I have any symptoms of a mental disorder? No, I do not! What I do not think you understand is that I do not want your help. Now, what you will have to except is that you will not be able to help me. You do not have the means nor the ability to do so!” I took the chance to view her once more before I continued. “You are brilliant, energetic, and unmistakably in the right chose of trade. You will never be able to read me! I am the way I am because I chose to be! No, I am not playing you! To solve the darkness, make the window bigger!”

While my jaw was flapping around, a mist came through the door and over to Dr. Redd. My eyes had been diverted from Vera to the mist. It had gone behind him, I could hear it whisper ‘you will always be my favourite son.’
It was rate about that time that I stood up from my chair and looked down at Vera and I continued to speak. “I am bored to tears and going now!” I stopped talking to Vera and turned my attention to Dr. Redd, “I am truly sorry!”

And I left the room with the mist following me. Whispering in my ear, ‘please tell my son how much I love him.’ Over and over again she repeated in my ear. Until finally I was down the hall far enough and knew I was alone so I could say “no!” out loud.
If I had been paying attention to my surrounding closer, I would have known that the mist was not the only thing around me. I should have been paying more attention, then I would have known that I was about to be physically beaten. I felt my body being aggressively pushed forwards. So hard I did not have enough time to react. All I felt was my body being pushed forwards and my face hitting the floor … and blackout!

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