birth of a medium

I do not know if I shall become famous or infamous by these words, but may the following passages embark the truth of my life. The circumstances of which I write in this tome is due to a compelling acquisition of wine, cigarettes, and a night alone. Growing up before I had a consistent installation of my viewpoint from this meat bag of a body that I inhabit there are certain skips of blackness that I recall as trying to come fully into this world and being torn back and forth between the agreed existence of fathomed reality and something full of possibility. I grew as normal precepts should suppose into this body. The likes of which supplemented the blackness and austerity of what lay behind. So it came that my conscious incarnation accepted this world and the foundation for what my life would become rest and laid upon what would be my family unit, their beliefs, their actions, and the nature of consciousness in an agreed reality.