Everysince I can remember, I've wanted to fly. Not in a plane or with a parachute but fly like Superman or using psychopathic ener... Um... Psychotic.... 🤔... psychokinesis!! Using the power of the mind to suspend myself in the air.
I have, and still do, harbor this belief, though over the years I've developed better understandings and umm.... Well... We're working on the possibility with the use of blood magic. 😁
When I was in my preteens I believed that if I could see it in my mind and believed hard enough, I could do this shit! And damn straight I put action to my faith. Opening the second story window of my parents house, I climbed out on the porch roof. Lined myself up with the pine tree that had grown nearly five feet above the porch roof top and I ran! I mean no holds barred, flat out, do or die ran! I could see it in my mind... That invisible hand of energy gathering about me as I hauled ass down the full length of that roof... I could see it in my mind as the air rushed around and I cast myself, full force towards that tree. Grit and determination, eyes wide open I sailed through the air like a fuck'n falcon! Well... In my mind I did... What actual happened is I smashed the six to eight foot distances in a downward arch to the pine tree that was eight to ten foot away from the roof. Spiralled out of control, ping ponging off every fuck'n branch on the way down! Now... Running across that roof as I did, meant running past the kitchen, where my mom was cooking and as I rushed by started screaming her head off and yelling at my dad, who sound like a bull charging down the steps and bursting out the door, nearly ripping the bloody thing off it's hinges. While I'm moaning half dazed on the ground with the weird taste of copper in my mouth, dad yanks me off the ground like a sack of taters and spins me around for the quick once over... You know, checking for bones or sticks that may have suddenly appeared to be growing out my dazed and disoriented body... Failing to find any was apparently the wrong way of landing on the prickly pine needles that covered the ground. Thus, he proceeded to bend me over his knee and whoop my lil ass till the breath came back into my lungs and I could scream! 😆... Or cry, but I only remember the screaming part. Picking all the needles out of my flesh for the next hour was a lesson well learned. One that took me nearly four years to understand.
1) psychokinesis doesn't care if all you're wearing is Superman underoos and a pillowcase cape... Weight isn't an issue when it comes to the power of the mind.
2) If you're going to believe you can fly, you can't use a safety net... like a tree, to catch you. That only means you don't really believe.
3) Don't test your superpowers when dad is home or where mom can see!
Yes... I did try again... Around age thirteen, off a ten foot, collapsing, concrete wall. Results: the tree was a softer landing....
Max
