CASSANDRA I: INTRODUCING CASSANDRA
by
Anthonystjoseph
Cassandra was a beautiful child which was
evident from the very first breath she took.
Cassandra’s mother looked down at her newborn baby girl with awe and
sorrow at the same time for she knew from the moment she was born that
Cassandra was special. To her mother, it
was clear that the child was chosen. Her
mother, coming from a long line of psychic empaths knew that just because one
was chosen, doesn’t mean it’s going to be a good life; but somehow, she felt deep
inside that Cassandra would be alright.
In fact, her mother knew, the life of her child Cassandra would be
blessed but extremely difficult to live.
Cassandra’s mother also knew that Cassandra would probably never know true
happiness unless a miracle occurred because happiness was something that was
reserved for those who didn’t know, and Cassandra would know; Cassandra would
know everything. Cassandra’s mother,
Helen, came from a long line of seers and she knew that the fact that Cassandra
was born on the night of the full moon in the sixth month of the sixth year of
the sixth decade meant that Cassandra was doomed to see all. Cassandra’s mother knew her child was marked
from the moment of conception. Would the
child be happy? Would she survive the darkness?
Cassandra grew up as a seemingly normal
child but Cassandra herself knew something was different. Cassandra never felt like the other children
and the other children never felt like her.
As a child, Cassandra didn’t talk much because she was too busy in her
head trying to figure out what was going on.
The world that surrounded her was not the world she was used too and the
world that she was used too was not the world she was in. Cassandra honestly didn’t even know to
question her world, all she knew was that her world was full of questions.
Cassandra politely endured her world and
politely endured the woman who said she was her mother but Cassandra knew,
someone was lying to her. Cassandra
looked in the mirror as a child and wondered who she was staring at, who was
that person staring back at her in the mirror?
The person in the mirror that she saw appeared to be somewhat of a
stranger; someone she wasn’t used to seeing in a mirror when she looked at herself. Cassandra rarely spoke to others because she
was always trying to figure out and understand all of the questions in her own
mind. Who were these people saying they
were her family, who was this woman saying she was her mother, and more
importantly, who was she herself and why did she feel the way she felt?
Eventually, Cassandra started to realize
the truth. She was clearly and most unsurprisingly
to her, more than those around her. She
was different. Cassandra realized that
she knew when things were going to happen before they happened. She knew when a dish was going to fall from
the table and break. She knew exactly
when a school bell was going to ring.
She knew when a light was going to turn from green to yellow. She knew when her cousin was going to fall
and scrape his knee. She knew when her
father’s favorite football team was going to win and also when they were going
to lose. She knew when her mother was
going to come home late from work. She
knew. She knew what others didn’t know,
the future.
Cassandra didn’t tell anyone of all the
things she knew because the main thing she knew for sure, people who claimed to
know were often considered
crazy. The last thing that Cassandra
wanted was to be a person who was considered crazy. She tried to shake all of the thoughts and
most of the knowledge of things to come out of her head for many years. Eventually Cassandra couldn’t discount or
deny what was happening around her.
Finally, the truth had become very clear to Cassandra and she was
starting to accept it, she was clearly and most definitely not like other
people. She was different. Cassandra was alone. Or was she?
Cassandra realized that she felt a
craving; she felt a calling, she felt a drive; she felt a certain city calling
her being, calling her soul, calling her name.
She put the calling and the craving out of her mind for many years to be
stored with all of the other relevant and irrelevant knowledge that her mind
stored. Then suddenly one day, a distant
family member called her with the suggestion to move to that same city, the
city of the calling, the infamous city of her thoughts, and the infamous city
of her dreams. This family member told her
it was a rare opportunity of free rent.
Cassandra’s young adult and frugal mind was intrigued.
Her distant family member who was one of
the few she had a slight affection for suggested she move there. The apartment building that was affording her
family member free rent due to construction issues was called Casa de Esperanza. Cassandra knew as soon as her distant family
member mentioned Casa de Esperanza that she would be moving there and it would
become her home. Cassandra also knew just
as she knew other things that this would be a momentous occurrence in her life
and that it would also be life changing.
She didn’t care, she was ready to tackle destiny and destiny was ready
to tackle her.
Cassandra had taken up nursing in her young
adulthood and strangely, her hospice patient had expired in two short weeks of
the phone call about the apartment with free rent due to his terminal illness
and afforded Cassandra the opportunity to move to the city of her calling. Cassandra was on her way to the mysterious
Casa de Esperanza. Unbeknownst to
Cassandra, Casa de Esperanza was a vortex of spiritual energy which was in
actuality a spiritual training ground for several young people like Cassandra
who were chosen to be examined for future use and opportunities by both
negative and positive entities.
Cassandra was on her way.
Cassandra had been chosen.
Cassandra was deigned to be chosen, she was one of them.
What was more surprising, was that the
people who ran Casa de Esperanza and chose the young people for their spiritual
training and studies had actually been chosen themselves. Casa de Esperanza had actually been allowed
to exist on a physical and spiritual plane because of children like Cassandra. It was determined by the spiritual powers at
play that Casa de Esperanza would help Cassandra on her way to helping the
world, her world. Casa de Esperanza in
the Spanish language actually meant ‘House
of Hope’.
By
Anthonystjoseph
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