The Girl Who Could See Beyond the Veil

A mystical child’s journey from wonder to rejection and back to remembrance.

There was a time when I could slow down time with my eyes.

When translucent men walked across the hallway without saying a word…

When the veil between the seen and unseen wasn’t a barrier, it was a window.

I was only four or five the first time it happened.
I had just finished my bath, and my mom was drying me off.
The bathroom door was open, and from where I stood, I could see into the hallway.

And that’s when I saw him.

A translucent figure of a man, calmly walking from the balcony, across the hallway, and into one of the bedrooms.

He didn’t look at me.
He didn’t speak.
He simply moved through space like a soft breath of wind.
And I wasn’t afraid. I was just… curious.

I turned to my mom and said, “There’s a man in the house.”

Without flinching, she responded, “That must be your guardian angel.”

And that was it.

No fear. No story. Just a simple acknowledgment.

But from that moment on, something opened.
My portal to the unseen widened and I began seeing everything.

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I would see ghosts. Or energies. Or beings, whatever you want to call them.

I never questioned it.
I wasn’t raised in fear, so I never assumed they were “bad.”
To me, they just were.

I even remember being able to slow down time.
It sounds wild, I know but I remember doing it.
Something about how I focused my vision outside… and suddenly, everything around me would move in slow motion. Just for a few seconds.
And then just like that it would return to normal.

I didn’t know it was special. I didn’t know it was unusual.
It was just something my younger self played around with.

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But everything changed when I went to school.

I started trying to connect with other kids. Asking innocent questions.
Seeing if maybe they saw the things I did.

And that’s when I learned… they didn’t.

Or maybe they did and were too scared to say so.
But the reactions I got were:

“You're weird.”
“You're a witch.”
“Strange things happen when I'm around you.”

When friends would come over, TVs would flicker on and off.
I’d hear my name whispered through electronics.
And once while playing badminton outside this glowing white figure passed between me and my friend.

It wasn’t human-shaped.
Just a pure white energy.
We both stopped and stared.

“Did you see that?” I asked.
“…Yeah,” she whispered.
And then she told me, “This is why I don’t like hanging out with you. Weird things always happen.”

Shortly after that, she stopped speaking to me.

And that began one of the loneliest seasons of my childhood.

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I didn’t have friends to play with.
Recess felt like it lasted forever.
And the very thing that had once felt so natural my mystical sight now felt like the reason I didn’t belong.

So I started rejecting it.

I remember one moment so clearly.
I went upstairs to my room one evening, and there it was this massive, glowing white orb.
It was the size of me, maybe bigger.
Hovering in my space. Silent. Present.