Skimpy Red had long gotten used to her reality. Tho society never quite seemed to understand who she was inside, that was okay for Skimpy. She was as she did and she wasnt about to change for anyone; much less felt she could or wanted to. She remembered her childhood days, full of incongruities between her parents and other children and herself. She remembered the things she accepted as normal they thought were something wrong and how those things she thought were wrong like being mean, others accepted as something okay.  How could they do that? But in her later years, she accepted that they just didnt understand.

Skimpy would reminisce about the past for the glorious times she spent half here, half there...consciousness somewhere in between flowing from one reality to another as if all was right with ALL worlds, in her mind. She remembered the times she warned her mother of bad things that were going to happen; yet was ignored. They happened alright; and she got blamed for making bad things happen. Skimpy Red remembered seeing thru the cupboards and knowing what was in there without opening the doors; and she got labeled sneaky because she always seemed to know what they had gotten her for Christmas. Skimpy also remembered the times words in someone elses mind just popped out at her; and in that knowing, got labeled untrustworthy as if she were doing something wrong like spying on them or listening thru closed doors. Skimpy never did any of those bad things but she was continually accused. This saddened Skimpy Red as a child; for she couldnt figure out a way thru it. Every child wants to please their parent; Skimpy Red was no different. Skimpy just eventually learned to be quiet and hold it all within her instead.

It wasnt as if she would ever use such information for her own gain or ever (Lord Forbid!!) use it to harm someone. Skimpy Red was just not like that. It only brought her sadness and heightened her desire to be kinder in some childish way of thinking that if she were only more kind that would solve everyones problems they continuously and consistently projected upon a very innocent soul. Skimpy couldnt fathom that others had problems that were just not her own. She just knew we were all ONE and if that is true, then everything she did would make things better, right? Skimpy also couldnt fathom evil in the world, or in the hearts of mankind as if the idea of such a thing was incredulous; a backwards thinking that just didnt quite fit her reality.

Later she would reason that there were two souls in the world, one dark one light; or that the innocence of childhood would remain without memory to most. She would also state that where she had come from was full of Angels; so why wasnt it like that here? As a child, she just could not understand. As an adult, Skimpy instinctively knew she had been sent here for a reason.

Remembering the Angels that would come at night, giving her instructions and showing her things, she also remembered what the Master said to her at the age of five; her mission was to make others happy as she was shown scenes of those upon the earth crying over her death. This made Skimpy Red very very sad, but she never thought of herself; she only thought, theyre all crying, theyre all sad...she had to be there for them...to comfort them...to make them happy!

But happy in what way? Could she give of her very unique self and would that make others happy? She gave and gave and they would take advantage of her. Could she take on the illnesses of others and would they be happy then? They didnt even seem to know what had occurred. Did the walking on water in front of her friends make them happy? All but one denied it later as if they couldnt accept what they had seen. Would the saving of a pet make them happy? They seemed to be, for a while, a very short while...but always sadness seemed to creep back into the lives of those she helped. What was Skimpy Red supposed to do? How could she truly make them happy once and for all? It seems Skimpy Red was given a mission she could not complete. Even those that later came to her for counsel would call her blessed when she would point out the obvious and they knew she could see into their world but even they would always return to their lives and to pain. Skimpy Red felt hopeless. At those times, she would don on her red dress and walk the streets to smile at those less fortunate and walk the malls in search of creating smiles even if only brief and perhaps even unappreciated in a persons life.

There were times too; when Skimpy Red got tired. She got tired of seeing all the pain in the world that would jump out at her in words and letters and muddy colors. She got tired of hearing the cries and continual pleadings for help when the help she would give would be disregarded in the end. Skimpy Red got tired of everyone assuming the worst of her and accusing her with their guilt. Skimpy got tired of always being attacked by the negativity in the world as if they just knew she was coming; and perhaps it was this that did more damage to Skimpy in her later years than anyone would know. Somehow, she had to come to terms with it all.

When Skimpy was 18, she asked, where is my soulmate? I know hes here where is he? Upon asking many times and  receiving no answer, she went looking. Skimpy would debate in the years that followed if that were the best course for her to take; for it brought with it its share of sacrifice but she couldnt lay it down either. Nor could she lay down the mission she had been given as a very young child that startled her awake in a manner very few would know. Skimpy, had to come to terms with things. It wouldnt be the last time, either.

Skimpy Reds unique vision left very little uncovered. If she wanted an answer, for the most part she got it even if the answer that came didnt suit her. If she wanted to help God (and she ALWAYS wanted to help God!) there came the next person that needed help. But most of all, she wanted her soulmate and he just didnt seem to come. How long would she wait? Would her search only become another thing to come to terms with? She prayed not; prayed so very hard not..

Skiimpy Red moved to the hills in later years; knowing the raise in elevation would help her for some strange reason. It did too; on many levels. Where before in a crowd the words would pop out at her unrelentlessly as if stranded in the middle of a storm pelting continual rain, now they came only when people occasionally stopped by. That was cool, Skimpy thought to herself she could use the break; tho she worried that God might get angry with her for being needy too sometimes but God never did get angry. Unbeknownst to her, God was bringing her her hearts desire.

Skimpy used that calm time to deal with things that had happened to her; most of them by the hands and hearts of those that did not know how to care about another. That was sad to Skimpy Red; who cared so deeply and so completely for all souls. She understood that people just had problems but all souls were sacred and this was something that Skimpy just knew. She also dealt with the illnesses she had taken on during previous years; transmuting most of it and gathering strength. It was a break long in coming. Skimpy Red came to terms with things the best she could.

She reasoned, that even tho we have this in our lives or that, it doesnt have to rule us. When we are bombarded by choices and life decisions and we make those decisions we do have to accept the results; but in doing so we dont have to feel pain. It was all a matter of coming to terms with things. Very simple, Skimpy thought; though others didnt quite share her style of innocent simplicity.

There were good times too; the day her daughter held that party at Skimpys home, and her daughter invited all those young friends. The words popped out then too; and amazingly so at times. Never never never go up to Skimpy Red and say excitedly, Guess what!! For in doing so, one had just told Skimpy Red quite clearly what what was. All that night, it became a game for her daughters friends who thought it unusual and interesting that someone should contain the ability to guess what all from another asking that of Skimpy. Guess what? 18. Guess what? Green. Guess what? You got a new puppy! The words popped out at Skimpy in lightning fashion and those kids just ate it up!! It was the ultimate in young party entertainment; in their eyes.

Later that night, Skimpy would be told that her Angels had indeed been there; that many older personalities were too set in their ways. Children though were open and what had occurred would alter their lives forever. In hindsight Skimpy Red knew that too; just hoped that they wouldnt have to continuously come to terms with a world of pain and selfishness and ulterior motives at the hands of others as she had experienced.

Many people had told her over and over; There ARE no victims but this made as much sense to a soul whos life had been full of victimization as there were five suns in the sky. Some things Skimpy did take on; but holding a heart that was pure was like attracting moths to a flame!  There were balances too; there had to be balances! Always one more time Skimpy Red would reason away the pain, the sacrifice; in favor of a God given Promise she held onto as tightly as the familiar and well loved stuffed animal in a childs tiny hands.

She met her soulmate while sitting still in those hills. Even tho she knew there was something special about this man, she didnt recognize him at first. Skimpy Red shoved that possibility out of her head at certain words he had spoken to her; it was only appropriate. Later God would come to her take her up in the Heavens and shout it within her psyche straight to her face and remind her of the Promise He had made her long long ago in another timeline, another lifetime, another reality. That was way cool too actually; no coming to terms there, Skimpy thought. Or was there?

Skimpy Red felt a bit anxious. Perhaps Skimpy Reds mission was way more than she ever suspected it would be. In the realization of her dreams, the binding of soulmates once again thru all space and time, and just even the thought of finally being allowed to go home together forevermore, they could lead the planet into a New Reality in which Love ruled and soulmates were never again separated, and darkness and pain was far far and forever away.

It would mean coming to terms with many things tho. Skimpy knew the least of those things would be feeling it was okay to finally accept some personal happiness for herself. Having lived a life in service the best she could, now THAT would feel strange.

It could be done, Skimpy Red reasoned. It was all just a matter of coming to terms with things anyway; for there is always a balance.