THE FACELESS BOY (Part 1)

It had been the fourth year that I was working in Natalies home. Her and her family were a huge anchor of support for me from the very beginning, I simply never felt only as an employee but also as a part of their family. Natalie had two sons; Jonathan was the eldest, 23 and had just finished his bachelor’s degree the year prior with a major in Chemistry and English. He applied for medical school but sadly did not make the cut, so took a year off from school to help his parents with their family business with the hopes to try his luck again the next year. His younger brother by three years, Michael had just finished high school; it was always such a joy to watch them succeed, they were not only brothers but best friends alike. Jonathan was a huge role model for Michael in pretty much every way, he was well liked in school, excelled with his studies and loved sports. One of this favorite sport had been wrestling, which Michael later got involved with as well, thanks to his brother. Their house was always filled with their laughter and brotherly joy, they often fooled around and wrestled – as any other brothers do. Me and Natalie often times talked about life and about the things I was interested in and what I did in my free time; the way I felt energies and could diagnose illness or other health problems and the fact that I was able to communicate with the souls of the deceased. When Natalie happened to be once in a while, she always enjoyed listening to my stories and experiences with the other side, she spent however most of her days in the office working. She was very overworked and almost always took her work home with her.,

One evening, I remember I was cleaning my myself from negative energies and harmonizing my energetic centers, when I had a vision. After finishing my courses in energy healing at a healing institute in Florida, cleansing myself had become a daily task, during which I sometimes received different visions, many of them not being of positive content. The one I had that evening was immensely strong. It was almost like a live dream and I was in the middle of the happening and the action. Within a few split seconds I saw what seemed to be a video of a car crash flash before my eyes. Three cars were totaled. In the speed of it all I could not really specify what was happening, and then I suddenly noticed a white car hurtling at me. In the effort to avoid the multiple car accident, the white car lost control of the steering making it swiftly turn, changing its direction and flying straight toward me. I felt a sharp blow to the front of my body. It took my breath away and almost seemed as if my soul had jumped out of my body at that moment. I started gasping for breath, but I felt like I was dying. I tried to breathe one more time, but it didn't work ...I felt the end was coming, it frightened me to my core. I immediately stopped the cleansing thus ending the vision. I swear I felt as if I had been glued to my chair, the air lingered with a tragedy fast approaching…..

Around the same time the next day, I retreated to my room again for purification and meditation. The initial fear of yesterday's shock was slowly fading. I wanted to know more details about the mysterious accident. A few minutes into the meditation, when my hands were in the area of my third eye, the vision started again. This time, I found myself in a hospital, more precisely in a morgue. On the table laid a motionless body covered with a tarp, a part of me couldn’t help but to wonder but the other was afraid of revealing the truth. ‘What if it's a loved one? Can I handle to know the truth now?’A lot of question marks started popping into my head. I carefully uncovered the corner of the tarp and saw strands of blond hair. At the same moment, my fears overcame me again. I let the tarp go, wanting the secret to remain undiscovered. However, the initials of the name "R and K" flashed before my eyes. My mind immediately started projecting a list of names of people I know. I flipped through it at cosmic speed, begging in my mind that the grim reaper would not come to collect anyone in the family. Fortunately for me, I could not find a match, which reassured me considerably and for the mean time, I could breathe. However, I continued to go through the list of friends and acquaintances that might be considered. I stopped at a high school classmate whose first and last name sat, but not the hair color. Janko had dark hair and the boy from my vision had blonde hair. I seemed to be at a dead end. My thoughts suddenly shifted to the ringing tone of an incoming call. It was my niece Ľubka from Slovakia. It interrupted my search along with the concerns that the vision was about someone close to me. We talked with Ľubka for a while, I asked her if she knew of anyone with a name matching the initials but neither of us have been able to solve the mystery so far. I ended the debate with the words: "What is meant to happen will happen and sooner or later we will know the truth ..."

It was now mid-February and two weeks had passed since the last vision with the car accident. Since nothing had happened since then, I started becoming more relaxed and stopped paying so much attention to it. I put the dishes away in Natalie's kitchen and looked out the window. Nature in Florida looked beautiful all year round, everything beautifully blooming. One advantage of a Floridian winter was low humidity, much more bearable than in summer. During the summertime in South Florida, one felt like in a steaming hot sauna if you weren’t at the beach to refresh yourself, or in a cool, air-conditioned space. I was suddenly interrupted by an unpleasant pressure on my chest, which gradually gained strength. My heart started beating louder and faster, my left hand began to tingle. "What's going on?" I asked myself. Sometimes I forgot the other side was calling me and while at the time this happened only sporadically, it was enough to frighten me. I started to contemplate about what was happening to me. But the voice that came to me quickly led me astray. "Don't worry. You're fine." Along with the utterance, he turned my attention to the photo on the coffee table which was visible from the kitchen. The photo was of Natalie as a little girl along with her parents and siblings. My gaze was immediately drawn to Natalia's father, who was staring at me from the photo. I studied the photo for a while, when suddenly a loud thud came from Jonathan's room. "I guess he's finally got up," I decided, paying no more attention to the movement in his room. Just then, I began to feel lightheaded and the room started spinning, grabbing the kitchen counter for support and tried to concentrate on my breathing. I was trying to figure out my sudden change of being;I knew that Jonathan like to smoke from time to time – not only cigarettes. A while back when I was cleaning his bathroom, I discovered three pots of suspicious looking plants. The next day they were gone of course, Natalie had made quite the spectacle because of them. ‘So, it will probably be those cigarettes and the fact that I am sensitive to energy, I must have caught on to it’. I tried to justify my sudden change of state somehow logically. Natalie's dead father, who was still there, interrupted all my efforts again. He held his head in his palms and slowly shook it from left to right. "What's the matter? What do you want to tell me? And why did you come? "I bombarded him with questions. He lifted his head from his hands and sighed," Jonathan ... "From the tone of his voice, there was great fear which I didn't understand ... "What about Jonathan? Why are you worried about him? "I kept asking him." He's on the wrong path, " Natalie's father finally replied, shaking his head worriedly. However, when he didn't answer my other questions, I stopped enjoying the communication. I had to almost literally pull information from him, he wasn't as talkative. "I don't have all day to waste trying to get some answers from you," I said irritably and sent him away. I was sure that came to me worried about Jonathans smoking and spending all hours of the night out of the house. I thus concluded the reason for his visit.

One day, less than three weeks after this unusual visit, Jonathan decided to stay home. Something inside me made me talk to him. I didn't see him often because he was always going to help his parents with their business. He was a very nice boy, tolerant, of a quieter nature, and I was often fascinated by the quotes he glued to the wall when he cleaned his room. "Interesting soul," I thought as I read them. I spoke to him that day. Many times before, Jonathan had heard conversations about the spiritual world that I had with his mother. For the past two weeks, however, he had been walking around with his head bowed and his eyes fixed on the ground. He deliberately avoided my gaze. At that time, I still didn't understand why. That one moring howver I had the feeling I finally needed to talk with him, I came into the kitchen where he was having breakfast, readi ng something in his phone. " I have a question for you, may I? " He looked up at me with his beautiful big blue eyes and replied, a little surprised, "Yes, of course."

"I need to ask you if you know which way you have decided to go and what you plan to do next." He looked at me in surprise, certainly not expecting such a question. "No, I don't know. I'm still thinking about it." There was indecision in his voice. "I'm asking you because something inside is pushing me to this conversation, the heavens are nudging me to tell you that you are a very mature, artistic soul and you have a talent for writing.”He looked at me even more in astonishment. As if I revealed what he had just eaten without seeing him." Do it, you have it in you, "I continued. "But at the same time, I heard from your mother that you would like to study medicine. If you can, focus on children, maybe the pediatrics department. I can't tell you why now, but I see a lot of children around you ... "After saying the last sentence, I fell silent.Sparks suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if you put a log into an extinguishing fire and replied in a pleased voice, "Okay, please tell them thank you for the message and I will think about it." I smiled and went to the next room to finish my work.

It was Friday, the fourth of March. As the last work activity before the free weekend, I chose ironing. I set the ironing board in the hallway and played soft music on my phone. Suddenly, a figure of Jonathan emerged in the hallway with a large black bag slung over his shoulder. He used to take him with him when he went to the gym. He approached me and I felt as if someone had hit me on the head again. I couldn't say a normal continuous sentence in English. As Jonathan put on his shoes, I quickly recovered. I said goodbye to him and wished him a nice weekend. I didn't understand what was going on. I looked behind him as he closed the door behind him. At that moment, I felt a strangely sad feeling. As my workdays was just about to finish, my mind came up with ideas and plans to spend a beautiful weekend with my loved ones at home. I quickly drove the unknown feeling of sadness into a corner. On the way home, however, the feeling returned. I entered the house, said hello to my husband and children, and headed for the kitchen and started putting away the groceries in silence. From my facial expression and a few heavy sighs, my husband noticed that something was happening to me. "I'm sorry Rudy, I don't know what this is about, but I feel very strange. Feelings of anxiety, fear, panic and great sadness were alternating within me. Maybe I pulled some bad energy from the store on myself. "I explained to my husband. Sometimes a stray soul came to me in the store from time to time, which needed help. But this time it was different." I'm going to clean up and lie down for a while. " I apologized for my strange behavior and headed for the bedroom. I went in, lit candles, and began to pray. My condition did not change all afternoon or evening. When it lasted until the next day, I went to the gym, trying to change the conditions and atmosphere. After a few hours, it finally let go, and a relaxing weekend with the family could begin.

It was now Monday morning, and I was just driving to work. As I got to the driveway of her home, I noticed many cars. Usually no one was in their house at this time as they usually left for work before I arrived. Today, in addition to their cars, there was the car of Jonathan's best friend Christopher. I entered the house, took off my jacket and sneakers, and walked slowly into the kitchen. The house was unusually quiet; Natalie was sitting at a table in the living room, writing something. Christopher came out of Jonathan's room. In the next room, I also saw Michael. I walked over to Natalie and interrupted her writing. "Good morning, Natalie," I said. "If you don't need me here today because you're dealing with some family matters, I don't have a problem coming until tomorrow." Natalie stopped writing. She placed the pen on the table in an unusually slow motion and said in a low voice, "Stay, we'll need you. Many people will come to the house all week. Jonathan died in a car accident on Saturday morning. " The news were shocking to me, I felt my legs break under me as I climbed into a chair. "Natalie, my question may sound weird, but I want to ask you about your father.” – I asked very quietly ”Was your father quieter, less talkative in life?" She looked at me in surprise and nodded.”And did your father die of a heart attack? " my heart pounding like a bell now. "Yes, my father died of a heart attack," she looked at me with even more astonishment, waiting for an explanation that would make sense of my questions. She didn't understand how I could possibly know all of this. Tears welled up in my eyes and I exclaimed in a shaky voice: “I had a feeling but I didn't want to believe it. I felt something was going to happen. Your father came to warn me about three weeks ago. But I didn't want to listen to him. I didn't want to accept what he was trying to suggest to me."She looked at me quietly with pain in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Maybe I should have done something," I continued to apologize ... “Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault," she interrupted my remorse in an exhausted voice. She then proceeded to describe the course of the accident to me, which she read from the police report. The first car lost control of its steering on the highway, crashed into a central dividing wall which divided the two directions, blocking the two left lanes. Two other cars, which could not avoid the scene, crashed into the first. One of those cars belonged to Jonathan. However, at that point nothing had happened to anyone. All the passengers got out of the cars and waited on the security sidewalk for the police to arrive. At that moment, a fourth car rushed at them at an uncontrollable speed. The driver, who was under the influcence of alcohol and drugs, did not manage to notice the blocked road in time. At the last minute, in an effort to avoid a collision with vehicles, he jerked the steering wheel to the left, picking up all five people standing on the safety sidewalk. Four of them were dead on the spot. Jonathan was among them. The fifth person survived the accident, but succumbed to his injuries a few days later. The car that killed them was white – just like the one I saw in my vision. Then everything snapped at me. My two visions: from the scene of the accident, from the autopsy room and the blond hair I saw under the tarp ... That's exactly the hair Jonathan had. Also the initials of the name R. K.” belonged to him. They only showed me his middle name, which was Roland, and confused me in my search. I think it should have been that way, I simply wasnt supposed to know what would happen. What could I have done to change the outcome? Gradually, I also began to feel the origin of the state of affliction,which ultimately led to his death. I didnt realize that I had been feeling it when I was in his presence the last two weeks before his death.

I perceive the other side energetically-telepathically. I see the dead along with certain messages from them with my inner vision. When they want to show me something, they refer me to numbers, symbols or shapes. Only then did I realize with horror that I had felt the angel of death with him in the last days. His presence always confused and embittered me. I began to feel guilty. Should I have done something when the other party talked to me and tried to warn me? Could I have prevented his death in some way? All of these questions burdened me for the next few months ...

(Names of the actual characters in the story were changed in order to protect their privacy and identity)

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