I am an empath. That is also where my telepathy comes from as many empaths are also telepathic. But on the same night that I figured this out I had a disturbing memory. What made it truly disturbing was that it wasn't my own. I was laying in bed, when I heard fireworks go off in the field behind my house, so I looked. One of the fireworks that went off sounded like a bomb. My house was built for the evacuees sent from london in the second world war, so I figured the spirit of the one of the people who lived here must still be here.
In this memory I was a young girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen, and she was laying in bed like myself. She was looking out of the window lifting the corner of the net curtain to see. I was showed what was out side, but I wish I hadn't been. I saw the german planes in the sky, bombs falling on the houses, and one of the houses on a street close to the house she was in was on fire. The orange flames were giving off huge amounts of black smoke, and I remember that she could smell the smoke through the window. The house the girl was in was in london, and there were rows and rows of houses. The only other things I remember about it was that the sky was a blood red, there were a few burnt out houses, the houses next to them all scorched and black.
I didn't see much of the room she was in, but there was someone else in there. Maybe a little brother or sister. And the room was only very small. The memory only lasted for about five minutes, but when I came out of it I couldn't stop crying from what I had seen.
Does anyone know why they would show me? And why now? Does anyone know how I can help them to move on as it is obvious they haven't. Thank you for reading.