Nobody's A Good Person Kiddo

I was thinking one day about all the good people I knew in my life.  Oh I thought of about a few people who made me smile but then for some reason I started to think about what made them " good" according to what  good  was suppose to be?

I know , I know everybody has flaws but...

aren't those flaws the very things that makes us not so "GOOD". 

I mean think about it even on down to your grandma , she's perfect in your eyes but come on grandma even said herself she was "something else in her days". 

I can only imagine what that means. It's funny though , cute almost because this entire  realm is dedicated to bad souls learning how to become good.  It's like the main goal in life should not be how good you are  at golf or chest or stealing peoples boyfriends but how good of a person you have become.

Well duh ! Okay not really , only until you realize and admit to yourself that you yourself is not a good person and began to laugh at the fact that no one else is either do you really get it buddy.

Let's take the story of Brea and Terrance. 

 A young couple who were long distance lovers before they even met. She was from the deep south ways of Mississippi and he was from North of the Carolina's.  They knew they loved each other before they even met. 

About eight years until their relationship they began to realize that they had been here before. That wasn't there first lifetime that were here again to do it right to change. They both got a vision one night while in the closet doing mediation , of a dark skinned woman with wide eyes and full lips she appeared to them in that closet that night . They were use to seeing beings and orbs during or after sun-gazing and meditation but this time they saw it together  at the same time. She sat to his right he to her left and the watched as breathe taking creature sat with  them and introduced herself. 

" I am Kah"lei and I am you . The closer they got to her they saw that she appeared to be a woman from a distance but at the bottom she had fins like a mermaid. She was mermaid and she was like no other women you had ever seen she was , both. 

Both of us could not speak but we held on to each others hand I could feel her clinging on to me as we begin to allow her to show us why she was here...

to be continued