it, for example when it was a kidnapping.
And well, then it was time to justify the police chief in court, what they were doing in that area at the precise moment they were needed, but hey, he always got out of the situation arguing that they have had an anonymous call advising of it.
Actually, it had not been a call, nor had it been anonymous, but I understand that this way I avoided having to give more explanations of the account.
Well, he had said that he had two kinds of experiences, before and after. The difference between the two is that the first one came to me without looking for it, so to speak, that is, I don’t really know how it works, but it is as if the victim gave a cry and I was able to catch it, but this before it happens.
Despite the fact that I have asked many “specialists”, each one has given me a different explanation, arguing that somehow I had a connection with those people, or that the cry had been captured by an unconscious part connected with I don’t know what flat … well, whatever it was, it seems that this person was looking for me to help her from the future and with my intervention I managed to avoid that suffering.
The other way is for the police to contact me and ask me to participate in a certain investigation.
This is how they taught me all the evidence they had, and they told me all the conjectures and lines of investigation that they had followed and I, without knowing how that same night or in the following nights I dreamed of the case.
At first I thought that they had suggested me with so much data, but I don’t know why it worked, that is, what I was experiencing then was related to the case, and so I could come the next day to provide new information that was sometimes so valuable that managed to close it by catching the culprit.
To tell the truth, I did nothing but dream, sometimes daydreaming, and sometimes in bed.
Although I personally preferred the second, since the first implied an occasion that I was exposed to falls and injuries.
Of course, since I was diagnosed with epilepsy, I have not driven, since I do not know what can happen if I go behind the wheel and have one of those absence seizures as they call them, or worse, an attack.
In order to avoid damaging someone, I had to resign myself to using public transport for my trips, a situation that did not pose any greater inconvenience to me than leaving about half an hour earlier to be able to catch the bus on time.
But what has been said, the police have always been, I don’t know, suspicious of my abilities if it can be called that, in fact, on more than one occasion I have had to make demonstrations when a visit from another police station came requesting police cooperation to solve a case that they had not been able to close.
Be that as it may, I have always tried to cooperate in everything that has been requested of me, since I consider that what I have is not something for me, so, if it can provide a benefit to others, welcome.
I know why at first they accused me of it, those who dedicate themselves to living off the pain of others, saying that they were capable of connecting with the victims to receive this or that message for their relatives, and almost always were words of consolation saying that they were at peace and that the suffering was over.
I understand that these were words of great value for distressed family members, but that they were of little use to the police in determining where the body was.
But hey, I am not going to be the one to judge what others do and why they do it, I only know that I have tried to be very transparent with the authorities, what I received I told them, whether they liked it or not, of course, always with the intention of helping in what I could, although they did not always see it that way.
I remember once when I affirmed that there was no crime, it was about a teenager who had called her parents requesting a ransom and they asked me to try to locate her before they paid, because sometimes after payment, the kidnapper tries to erase the clues to their crime, and even ending up with the person for whom they had just collected the ransom.
This was one of those sought after dreams, in which they had given me as much information as possible about the case, phone numbers, names, and even the follow-up they had made to the closest circle to see if any were involved.
Despite this, I could not capture anything, and it was the first time that happened to me and so a week passed, and every day I approached the police station to report my lack of connection, and they told me if there was something new or not, after which I spent hours reviewing that documentation in search of that connection with the victim, but nothing, the days passed and I had nothing, so one day I went to the police station and with a firm tone I said to the commissioner.
“There is no such abduction.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes, I haven’t seen anything, I don’t see the victim, and it’s the first time this has happened to me. I don’t think she’s kidnapped.”
“But what are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?”
“No, I’m very sure what I’m saying, if the kidnapping had taken place I would have captured something, a connection.”
“You and your things… are you sure that what you say you have still works?”
I thought for a moment, wondering if there could be something wrong with me that would prevent me from continuing to use my powers, but I did not remember that I had done anything different from what I used to do, not a strange food or anything, and I had not had any symptoms to tell me that I could be sick and that would justify not having that connection, so after thinking about it I affirmed:
“It’s not me, it’s the victim, she doesn’t communicate, so I don’t think it’s a kidnapping.”
That day was one of many that the head of the police station threw at me with his words out of tune, seeming to forget all the times that I had collaborated and that my information had been useful, but now it seems that he was upset that I could not solve a single case.
Well, with a very clear conscience I went to my house and stayed there for a few days until the police chief knocked on the door.
That surprised me because normally he called me at the police station when he wanted to tell me something, but hey, there he was, and I didn’t know the reason for his visit.
“Good morning boss, do you want to come in?”
“No, it’s a quick visit, you were right.”
“About what?” I asked without knowing what he meant.
“The girl, the teenager who had been kidnapped, the one who didn’t communicate with you had faked her kidnapping, well, there never was a kidnapping, she went with her boyfriend to Las Vegas and when the money ran out between the two of them they thought to say that she was kidnapped so that her parents could send money for him to continue playing with. And no, don’t tell me you already told me.”
“Not at all, I’m glad the case was solved.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said as he left the door waving goodbye.
I don’t know how many times he had to agree with me and admit that my abilities were fine, but that was the first, and that’s why I won’t forget
