Disclaimer: I am aware that lots of people who are on this site do not believe in what I am going to describe, and that is okay. I do not expect someone to change their beliefs simply from one of my stories, but please keep in mind that when I tell these stories I speak from first-person experience. Reader discretion is advised.
I have no idea when I developed this, how, or why.
But for as long as I can remember, I have always been able to do....certain things...that nobody else around me seems to be able to do.
A long time ago when I was 14, and still living with my evil and oppressive uncle and aunt, one night, I was somehow able to recognize that my intelligence grew. By a LOT. In fact somehow, I was aware that my mind had expanded so far that I realized if I just put *juuust* enough thought into doing so, I could "reach out" with my mind, if I really, really tried....
So I did. And as I began to make myself do so, I heard this little voice in my head telling me: "Come on, you can do it. It's never as hard as they say it is. Just give it your best shot. No rush, no worries. Just take your time. Reach out... You can do it..." As this went on I was focusing on a pen laying on my desk in front of me. Just so I'd have some reason to focus. I didn't really know what to do with my thoughts, but i just remember visualizing... Seeing the pen nudge forward a little. Telling myself that if I kept at this long enough, I'd do it.
And before long, I saw what I knew I'd see: the pen creaked forward a third of an inch. A little, royal blue pen leftover from homework, and it moved forward on its own. I didn't blow, I didn't nudge it with my finger. I just kept thinking "a little forward, just an inch" and there it was.
Then, I began my research. Armed with nothing but a Sony PSP 1000 series at 3 AM, I googled and googles till i couldn't google no more, and wrote down everything I read that I had pencil lead for as quickly as I could, in secret, and hid everything I wrote down from Winslow and Dorothy's totalitarian eyes. Each morning, i reviewed everything I wrote down, memorized it all as much as i could, and practiced until I was blue in the face.
I haven't stopped to this day. And now, for whatever reason that I will never question, I am fully conscious, accepting and aware of one certain thing: I have a gift, a gift that God gave me, for what ultimate reason of its use, I may never know but I have the hunch that he wants me to use my Gift for good only, to heal the wounded, create that which inspires and moves souls forward, calms and soothes, and makes what we call "happiness".
You may think I am delusional, and you certainly wouldn't be the first. But I see it everywhere I go: I am not the only one doing this. All over Port City and Wilmington alike I am being told by the people I make friends with, about other friends they have who possess psychic abilities, some whose powers are nearly on the same level as me, even! Whether it is about tarot, PSI, the metaphysical in general, I hear, see and feel every form of it wherever I walk. I was never alone in this.
People of AutismForums....
I am Ness incarnate.
I have no idea when I developed this, how, or why.
But for as long as I can remember, I have always been able to do....certain things...that nobody else around me seems to be able to do.
A long time ago when I was 14, and still living with my evil and oppressive uncle and aunt, one night, I was somehow able to recognize that my intelligence grew. By a LOT. In fact somehow, I was aware that my mind had expanded so far that I realized if I just put *juuust* enough thought into doing so, I could "reach out" with my mind, if I really, really tried....
So I did. And as I began to make myself do so, I heard this little voice in my head telling me: "Come on, you can do it. It's never as hard as they say it is. Just give it your best shot. No rush, no worries. Just take your time. Reach out... You can do it..." As this went on I was focusing on a pen laying on my desk in front of me. Just so I'd have some reason to focus. I didn't really know what to do with my thoughts, but i just remember visualizing... Seeing the pen nudge forward a little. Telling myself that if I kept at this long enough, I'd do it.
And before long, I saw what I knew I'd see: the pen creaked forward a third of an inch. A little, royal blue pen leftover from homework, and it moved forward on its own. I didn't blow, I didn't nudge it with my finger. I just kept thinking "a little forward, just an inch" and there it was.
Then, I began my research. Armed with nothing but a Sony PSP 1000 series at 3 AM, I googled and googles till i couldn't google no more, and wrote down everything I read that I had pencil lead for as quickly as I could, in secret, and hid everything I wrote down from Winslow and Dorothy's totalitarian eyes. Each morning, i reviewed everything I wrote down, memorized it all as much as i could, and practiced until I was blue in the face.
I haven't stopped to this day. And now, for whatever reason that I will never question, I am fully conscious, accepting and aware of one certain thing: I have a gift, a gift that God gave me, for what ultimate reason of its use, I may never know but I have the hunch that he wants me to use my Gift for good only, to heal the wounded, create that which inspires and moves souls forward, calms and soothes, and makes what we call "happiness".
You may think I am delusional, and you certainly wouldn't be the first. But I see it everywhere I go: I am not the only one doing this. All over Port City and Wilmington alike I am being told by the people I make friends with, about other friends they have who possess psychic abilities, some whose powers are nearly on the same level as me, even! Whether it is about tarot, PSI, the metaphysical in general, I hear, see and feel every form of it wherever I walk. I was never alone in this.
People of AutismForums....
I am Ness incarnate.