Split from my body, my awareness occupied no space. I watched in horror as I grabbed my father and threatened him in front of the guests. An unlit cigarette dangled from my mouth as I grabbed him and told him I wasn’t going to stand for his ridicule. My horror came as a result that the others only saw my aggression. My father rarely showed his in public. He always put on a good show for friends, but I think they knew better. They didn’t seem appalled when I grabbed him. Then I realized that I was identifying myself with someone who didn’t look like me. He had a thick dark head of hair and bushy eyebrows and was somewhat short and thin.

The little girl was cute too all of the guests, showing them her dolls and playing with the other kids, but I could see the wicked mischief on her face as she punched and kicked me when the guests weren’t looking. Suddenly she wasn’t there and I held her head in my hands as I sat with her severed head in my hands. It appeared to have been cauterized at the neck. Her jaw was moving and her eyes were closed. The girl herself then walked through the room, her head and body intact, paying no attention to me holding her head. A psychiatrist and his nurse watched in amazement wten the head began speaking and saying nasty things to them, and the psychiatrist concluded that that the head was speaking what the real girl was thinking. A priest who was also standing there thought the head was possessed, but the psychiatrist concluded that the head was simply saying what the little girl had projected into the head while she was interacting with the others whom thought she was charming.

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