05-12-2014, 12:30 AM
Once i was sent to jail for a major injustice. I entered into the home of a girl i was sleeping with when she wasn't home and her boyfriend walked in and caught me and called the police and sent me to jail for break and enter, even though i used my awareness to unlock the door. Anyways when i got into the jail and was there for about a week i was laying on my bunk on a dorm-like range. There was this guy i hated who would try to heavy and intimidate everyone around. Anyways he jumped off the bed and made a huge bang as he landed his feet on the bottom bunk's empty sheet metal platform. The guards came rushing in and one of them was this huge muscle bound hulk who i immediately judged as being an **** who also heavied the prisoners. He came into the room and began yelling at us all together as a group. I looked inside myself to see my awareness as a control that moved the people to my thoughts, and so i thought that he would harrass the inmate i hated. He then walked right to him and began questioning him about the noise in a very rude mannor. He got right into his face and began yelling at him very loudly, full of rage, and when the bully inmate responded to him in a way that was defiant the heavy guard grabbed his leg and ripped him violently from the bed and into the floor. The bully's face turned red from embarrassment and i could see he hated what was happening to him. The guard made him **** up and put him in his place before leaving, and gave me a smile that i also was wearing.
Anyways later on I actually did do a crime, a couple of years later, and ended up back in the same prison. As I was being intaked I was placed in a holding cell, and I saw through the window this guard who i liked, and i planned on talking to him later to get to know him more. As I waited in my cell I began to sing and very beautifully i might add. The heavy guard, Mike, then opened my cell and got into my face and threatened me to stop singing. I was angry with him, and I wanted to keep singing. I knew the guard would hurt me with his huge muscles and form, for it appeared like he was muscle bound on steroids and he used to be a cop. I was full of power and although i was not in the position of awareness to directly control him I felt that I could curse him if i wanted to. Immediately i had the thought of attacking his muscles and putting him in a place that did not rely on his muscles to give him power. I wanted to take that away form him. Right away I thought if a book i had read called 'thinner' by Stephen King, where an old gypsy women whispered into the ear of a man the word 'thinner' which he proceeded immediately to lose all his weight bringing the man to a deathly state. Just as he was leaving my cell I whispered the words quite loudly and vengefully 'thinner'. I was right in the awareness, and stalked immediately the role and my voice took on a horror of its own which I enjoyed. In the preceeding three weeks the guard became ghastly thin, and his once huge muscles shrank and clung around his visible bones. I watched him lose his powerful edge and he no longer was ramped up in rage and powerful control over the inmates, and instead became a paragon of humbleness, and meekness. We ended up having our conversation and he was very kind and peaceful, and I felt bad for him because he appeared to be very ill. I reversed my curse then and allowed him to put on more weight again, but he never grew his huge muscles back and stayed being the cool person that he became through my curse. It was awesome!
Anyways later on I actually did do a crime, a couple of years later, and ended up back in the same prison. As I was being intaked I was placed in a holding cell, and I saw through the window this guard who i liked, and i planned on talking to him later to get to know him more. As I waited in my cell I began to sing and very beautifully i might add. The heavy guard, Mike, then opened my cell and got into my face and threatened me to stop singing. I was angry with him, and I wanted to keep singing. I knew the guard would hurt me with his huge muscles and form, for it appeared like he was muscle bound on steroids and he used to be a cop. I was full of power and although i was not in the position of awareness to directly control him I felt that I could curse him if i wanted to. Immediately i had the thought of attacking his muscles and putting him in a place that did not rely on his muscles to give him power. I wanted to take that away form him. Right away I thought if a book i had read called 'thinner' by Stephen King, where an old gypsy women whispered into the ear of a man the word 'thinner' which he proceeded immediately to lose all his weight bringing the man to a deathly state. Just as he was leaving my cell I whispered the words quite loudly and vengefully 'thinner'. I was right in the awareness, and stalked immediately the role and my voice took on a horror of its own which I enjoyed. In the preceeding three weeks the guard became ghastly thin, and his once huge muscles shrank and clung around his visible bones. I watched him lose his powerful edge and he no longer was ramped up in rage and powerful control over the inmates, and instead became a paragon of humbleness, and meekness. We ended up having our conversation and he was very kind and peaceful, and I felt bad for him because he appeared to be very ill. I reversed my curse then and allowed him to put on more weight again, but he never grew his huge muscles back and stayed being the cool person that he became through my curse. It was awesome!