Baba Vanga

I've seen evil, I know it's face ," she whispers to me. 

Though I no longer wish to hear.

"It's in the eyes.  You see it in the eyes."

She is speaking Bulgarian, but I hear her just the same, as if she were whispering my native tongue.

"What is evil?" I ask, shaking my head, because it's not a question I want an answer to, though I'm sure my spirit knows I need to hear it nonetheless.

"What is evil?" she scoffs, and yet her eyes are warm and kind. 

"You are light, you bring happiness and smiles wherever you go.  This is good.  This is right.  You speak the truth, as I always speak the truth about the things I see."

I want to remind her that she's dead. 

But only because I don't feel good.  I feel bitter and angry and sad, most of the time.

"How can I be good when so many terrible things have happened to me?  How can I be good when I have lived such a cursed life?"  I ask with a growl, because my bitterness needs a place to go.

"Why did I suffer so?  It is fate, girl.  And neither you nor I can change our fate.  Not unless we choose the darkness.  Not unless we go against God's wishes."

"But why Baba?  Why does God ask us to suffer so much?"

Baba Vanga shook her head.  She was sad, and her chin shook, as if she would cry.  Yet though the young woman's chin quivered her eyes were liquid puddles of love.

"Through us God helps people to see.  People are lost in the darkness so we must bring the light to them."

"And they hate us for it.  They shun us for it.  They murder us for it."

Baba Vanga nodded her head.  "This they do, child.  This they continue to do."

"I can't do it anymore, Baba.  I don't have the strength.

"Hold on, child," she told me.  "Hold on.  Fate is not finished with you yet."


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07/23/2023

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