I'd ask someone face to face about this, but they would probably ship me off somewhere. Firstly, I'm 17. I'm really scared, and yet very calm at the same time.
Okay, I'm not sure where to start. Well, I don't think my soul, is entirely me. Crazy, right? It feels too strong to belong to me. When I think about it, I feel this burning energy in my back, it's located about six inches down from the base of my neck. The energy reaches out to the front of my body. It kind of feels like something has reached through my torso using a burning hot fire poker. It's like a fever, but in my back and chest. I know I'm not sick, for this has been going on for months. It's more prominent now, and I don't know why.
When I really concentrate on this burning energy, it feels like my skin is being ripped apart at that spot on my back, but it's painless. It's just uncomfortable. I did research, and came across some girls who were obviously a little off their heads, claiming they could fly, teleport, etc, because they were angels. They claimed that the burning on the back, is wings trying to grow or whatever. I'm not heavily religious, but I'm pretty sure that the bible doesn't mention angels having wings, correct me if I'm wrong. I also apologize if I'm wrong. Yeah, sure, this angel theory sounds crazy, but at this point I'd believe anything. I just want answers.
One other thing, I know when something's going to happen before it does. Only sometimes. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I get this feeling of being excited that I was right. The first time I actually thought about it as weird, is when I got off the bus and started walking up my driveway to home. Living in the country, my family has a woodstove. So, we have wagon that we fill with wood from the wood pile, and we bring it up to the deck and empty it there. It stays on the deck when we're not using it. But anyways, I walked onto the deck, and looked at the wagon. It was were it usually is. A voice that wasn't mine said "There's no more wood inside," except it was in my head. Not said out loud. I walked inside, and my stepdad told me to go get more wood. I looked beside the woodstove, and sure enough there was no more wood.
This happens often now, and I don't know why. Am I able to tell the future? Even if it's only seconds ahead? And my soul, is it all me? Or am I just losing my mind? IS my soul actually part of something bigger than me?