The Journey of Vasa Stone -- Part 1

In the Beginning...

Vasa cowered behind the tall wing back chair in the living room. She could hardly keep her sobbing quiet she hurt so badly. She knew her daddy loved her. Why would he hurt her? What had she done wrong that made the police come and take her daddy away?

It would be many years before Vasa was able to live and cope with the events that had shattered her life and her reality. Her mother would not talk to her about what was wrong. She just said your father is pervert and that is why the police took him away and he will not be free for a long, long time. For some reason the hate in her mother’s eyes when she said this made Vasa realize that she knew that Vasa was the one who caused her father to lose his freedom.

It was about the time that her father left and was sent to prison that Vasa begin to have increasing visions that she did not feel were a part of this world. She would hear voices in her head and, after awhile she realized that God was talking to her. God was not always directly speaking to her sometimes he would allow others to give her messages that were perceived as dead people and angels and other messengers. At night she would wake up and could not move. Her body was paralyzed and demons tried to pull her soul out of her body but she recognized that now she was one of God’s chosen and she could fight these demons and evil spirits and help the world.

As she reached her teen years, she was told by her mother that her father had raped the daughter of the warden of the prison and would not be coming home at all. At that moment the tender hold that Vasa had on reality begin to slowly slip into the world of visions and voices from God. Sometimes she would appear totally normal to those around her at other times she appeared to be connected to another world. It was hard to understand why sometimes she would talk so rationally and then unpredictably say something totally strange. However, she managed to graduate from high school and went on to study and to become a psychiatric nurse. Perhaps her studies were to help her cope with her own madness or perhaps it was the wounded child deep inside her that needed protected that led her to help others. She knew that she was to help people but she felt that she had a greater destiny.