Talk through me.

Catholic by birth, tribe, football team. Hard to unsubscribe it would seem.

In the name of the father, ghost and son. She lost her baby before it's life begun.

One day to go. The kicking stopped. From that day on religion...dropped.

Self confirmed Atheist from that day on. So much grief. And hope long gone.

"Did you feel scared believing in nothing?" A Pastor, Rabbi, Monk, Sadhu, Lama, Priest or Iman, asked. The opposite. Bliss in absolute nothingness.

Putting the logical in theological. I'm full of sense. But then I found Coincidence.

7, 8, 9 or 10 times. Things come together now and then. But every day? And always a fantastic way!

Unable to work out the odds of these....Signs? And finding complexity in synchronicity, I opened up to mediums and their eccentricity.

I joked at first and said please and no thanks. When I was approached to join their ranks. You must think I'm easily led to believe anyone can talk to the dead.

But they can and I do. Its hard to admit that, without feeling like a show in a Zoo.

They're looking and laughing I'd think to myself. But how does it differ? From re-written books from dusty old shelfs.

I shut myself off from what I was seeing. And now I'm on track, to be a more caring and spiritual being.

Religions not great and it's not always bad. But sometimes, when all is said. People just need to speak to their Dad.

Alive or Dead.