I am a skeptic person (was), I only believe in things that is provable so I don't believe in any religion or God, or myths. But after the things I experienced, I think it would be ignorance to think everything is like what it seems. I have been ignoring what's happening, because it was driving me crazy. I chose to only believe in certain things, it helped me a lot. I have a normal life. But weird stuff started to happening again and reminded me the past. I feel sick, terrified, obsessive all the time, just like I did in the past. But this time, I won't ignore, I have to know what all of these mean. I am open to any opinion, actually I'm in a condition that I can get every opinion as a fact.
Anyway, everything has started 4 years ago, when I discovered I could find the location of anything. When I think about a person, city, anything, I could just feel them. I managed this over and over again, I didn't fail a single time. I was 13, and as you can imagine, I was living the best thing that can ever happen to a kid. I had a superpower, I was a freaking superhero. I shared it with my friends, we used to team up to play hide and seek, beat all of our opponents to get free ice cream.
Unfortunately, as I grew older, this effected me negatively. I thought "that kind of power exists, but nobody know about it". Was somebody hunting people like me? I was so afraid. My gift's existence was the proof that everything could be real. Ghosts, demons, monsters, curses... The life itself could just be a delusion. This uncertainty was driving me crazy, I got OCD, anxiety, major depression, and this constant fear. I needed rules. I needed certainty. So I ignored what I experienced and moved on... Until now. I had a personal project last year. I was trying to create an whole new language (new alphabet, new grammar). I made up some letters, wrote them down, and started to place them randomly in order to modify a bit later to create a pattern, but I cancelled it later (laziness). Couple hours ago, when I was researching about a group of people called "wiccan", I saw a picture of symbols. When I opened the link I learned that it's an alphabet called "Enochian". The thing is, the letters I made up for my project last year, were exactly the same as the ones on this enochian alphabet. Not similar, same. I didn't know about these symbols back then, even if I did, that's impossible that I could remember them this accurate.
So, please write your opinions about what I experienced at the past, and this Enochian incident. Thanks.