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when you sleep your mind is still in charge, as it shows here on the video”. Interpreter please, I knew what she was saying, but the translation filtered back through in a foreign language. “I’m really confused, you mean if I was asleep behind the wheel of a car my mind would tell me what to do to drive it”. “No, what I mean is your body will and can defend itself, sometimes without you being aware of it”.
She thought she was explaining this well, and she probably was and for whatever reason, I wasn’t getting it. She stared at the screen of the laptop for a moment, then looked back in my direction. “Out of all the people we have seen, worked with, or help treated when they were hit by lightning, all had the same type of energy going through their body just like you do but….no one has ever been able to move things and or people with their mind, after being hit”
She trailed off for a moment. “Look, what you are doing did not come from being hit by lightning, which is an impossibility. This is something you were born with, and more than likely you didn’t know it”. Great, now some sleeping giant from within has decided greet the masses with pain and destruction. I don’t see how I already had this, power,
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ability, or whatever it is. All I know is my mind is cluttered with confusion. I thought about this for a moment and was not quite sure what I was going to ask her. We stared at each other for a moment as if we were reading each other’s mind, but that’s another problem I could do without.
I broke the silence, “you mean to say that I already had this thing floating around my head all these years and didn’t know it”? I’m sure that you have, and that’s what’s kind of confusing because somewhere along the way there should have been some sort of episode, or an inkling that you or your parents knew about this. Do you remember getting angry a lot when you were young”? Now that I think of it, no, I was never overly mad or angry as far back as I could remember. “I’ve always been pretty laid back, never really got angry except for once, when I first got my Grand Theft Auto game”. Nurse Mattie sat down in the chair next to my bed, she seemed a little tired.
“If you could tell me all you can remember about that, and what was it that happened”? It wasn’t that long ago but I think I’m going to have to jog my memory a bit. “I do remember my parents going out to a movie, and I stayed home to play my game. I really sucked at it in the beginning, but started to get the hang of things, or so I thought. I don’t recall exactly what I was trying to accomplish, but I remember getting progressively pissed”. I looked towards the window to try and help my recollection of events for that evening, not sure why I chose the window, the commode would have been equal to the task I’m sure, then it hit me. All excited I hollered, “I told the game to fuck off, and the TV blew up”.
Did I just say I blew up our TV, I didn’t think that I did,
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my parents and I came to the conclusion that the TV just died of old age, after all it was a 27 year old Zenith, that’s almost 105 in Samsung years. My dad took it hard, for him TV was a way to relax after work, for hours at a time. For him, yeah he knew he had a family, but the Seahawks game was on so shut up! My Dad actually gave the TV a funeral. Buried it in the backyard in a spot next to where we buried my 3 legged dog- Tippy. His name was Sport, but after his leg got run over by some car he was chasing down the road, my Dad then christened him-Tippy. I inherited his strange sense of humor; I wanted to call him tripod.
Nurse Mattie quickly gave me the, be quiet sign by putting her finger over her mouth. I couldn’t help it, I was excited. Quietly she continued, “You yelled at the TV and it quit working, or exploded”? Looking
She thought she was explaining this well, and she probably was and for whatever reason, I wasn’t getting it. She stared at the screen of the laptop for a moment, then looked back in my direction. “Out of all the people we have seen, worked with, or help treated when they were hit by lightning, all had the same type of energy going through their body just like you do but….no one has ever been able to move things and or people with their mind, after being hit”
She trailed off for a moment. “Look, what you are doing did not come from being hit by lightning, which is an impossibility. This is something you were born with, and more than likely you didn’t know it”. Great, now some sleeping giant from within has decided greet the masses with pain and destruction. I don’t see how I already had this, power,
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ability, or whatever it is. All I know is my mind is cluttered with confusion. I thought about this for a moment and was not quite sure what I was going to ask her. We stared at each other for a moment as if we were reading each other’s mind, but that’s another problem I could do without.
I broke the silence, “you mean to say that I already had this thing floating around my head all these years and didn’t know it”? I’m sure that you have, and that’s what’s kind of confusing because somewhere along the way there should have been some sort of episode, or an inkling that you or your parents knew about this. Do you remember getting angry a lot when you were young”? Now that I think of it, no, I was never overly mad or angry as far back as I could remember. “I’ve always been pretty laid back, never really got angry except for once, when I first got my Grand Theft Auto game”. Nurse Mattie sat down in the chair next to my bed, she seemed a little tired.
“If you could tell me all you can remember about that, and what was it that happened”? It wasn’t that long ago but I think I’m going to have to jog my memory a bit. “I do remember my parents going out to a movie, and I stayed home to play my game. I really sucked at it in the beginning, but started to get the hang of things, or so I thought. I don’t recall exactly what I was trying to accomplish, but I remember getting progressively pissed”. I looked towards the window to try and help my recollection of events for that evening, not sure why I chose the window, the commode would have been equal to the task I’m sure, then it hit me. All excited I hollered, “I told the game to fuck off, and the TV blew up”.
Did I just say I blew up our TV, I didn’t think that I did,
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my parents and I came to the conclusion that the TV just died of old age, after all it was a 27 year old Zenith, that’s almost 105 in Samsung years. My dad took it hard, for him TV was a way to relax after work, for hours at a time. For him, yeah he knew he had a family, but the Seahawks game was on so shut up! My Dad actually gave the TV a funeral. Buried it in the backyard in a spot next to where we buried my 3 legged dog- Tippy. His name was Sport, but after his leg got run over by some car he was chasing down the road, my Dad then christened him-Tippy. I inherited his strange sense of humor; I wanted to call him tripod.
Nurse Mattie quickly gave me the, be quiet sign by putting her finger over her mouth. I couldn’t help it, I was excited. Quietly she continued, “You yelled at the TV and it quit working, or exploded”? Looking
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