Vivid Imagination Research Paper

Patricia Jackson
3/22/2013
EN-1102

VIVID IMAGINATION

There was this young child who acquired a unique quality about her. Some might call it a gift, others may even think of it as a psychological problem. This is why I ask this question, “What is it about me that's so unique?” My topic may be about a vivid imagination, but what you are about to read appeared real to me.

I was born and raised in Milwaukee Wisconsin. I have seven siblings and a host of half sisters and brothers. “Yea, you can say my papa developed a rolling stone image, where he laid his hat he created a home for himself.” Chuckle, Chuckle!” I remember as a child, possibly at the age of 5 or 6 years, we stay on a street call Teutonia and Clark
It was so vivid that things became real to me. We had this lovely mantle that had two curio’ attached side by side and the mantle was in the middle. In my vivid imagination, I would see a devil with a pitchfork kneeling with one knee down and one knee up waiting for a chance to attack me. He then, would jump off the mantle, proceeding to charge after me. I start running around the house screaming for help not knowing that I was alone at the time. Sometimes my mom would be downstairs doing laundry or outside hanging clothes, and I’m left alone in the house doing me.

These imaginations were going on for sometime now, it was to a point that I would be afraid to get out of bed at night to use the bathroom because I believed it was a monster under the bed ready to grab me as soon as I stepped out the bed. One night I pulled a brave move, I jumped out the bed ran in my parents room with tears rolling down my fat cheeks. I told my mom there was a monster under my bed. She got up, took me to the bathroom and walked me back to bed. We looked under my bed and we saw no monsters there. My mom said, see, no monsters here, and then she put me to
This chasing would go on until I wake up out of my dream with the look of distress, and saying to my self, “what kind of dream was that?” I had this dream several times, at least until my mid forties, before it suddenly stopped. Still today I have yet to find out why these things were happening to me.

These are some of the questions that crossed my mind: Is there something/or one that I am running from? Am I holding on to something/or one that I need to let go or release? Is Satan trying to keep me from fulfilling the assignment GOD has for me by using his little imps to discourage me? What is so unique about me that the devil chose me to attack? Is there a message from GOD in those episodes of my life? Did GOD point me out to be taunted by the devil like he did Job with Satan, because He knew I had the strength to withstand test and trials that comes my way?

In light of this vivid imagination I encountered, I can be assure that it will not be put to rest unsolved. This battle between the devil and myself is now in the hands of GOD. Truly He has revealed the plans of the devil to kill, steal, and destroy me. But, He (GOD) always gives me a way of escape. Again, I ask this question, what is it about