05-11-2007, 12:00 AM
I loved to play with the wind. I remember holding out my hand and closing my eyes and waiting for the wind to stop whirling around me in the hills of Arizona. It was a game I played with the wind.
After awhile it would stop and I would wait. I knew if I opened my eyes I could not see the wind but it seemed to help if I closed my eyes while waiting. Then ever so softly I would feel something touch my hand. Very soft and very airey.
There would be a stroke then a more stronger tap. Often I would fall over being startled.
There was never nothing there when I opened my eyes. I laughed and how it did that. I loved the wind.
As a child, I found I could affect others with my thoughts. I could intend another to trip or hear something. Often I would play with strangers. Tapping them from across the street on the back. They would turn expecting someone there, then they would be puzzled and sometimes they would see me over there smiling at them. I would give them a wink and they would wonder.
Ah those were the days...
After awhile it would stop and I would wait. I knew if I opened my eyes I could not see the wind but it seemed to help if I closed my eyes while waiting. Then ever so softly I would feel something touch my hand. Very soft and very airey.
There would be a stroke then a more stronger tap. Often I would fall over being startled.
There was never nothing there when I opened my eyes. I laughed and how it did that. I loved the wind.
As a child, I found I could affect others with my thoughts. I could intend another to trip or hear something. Often I would play with strangers. Tapping them from across the street on the back. They would turn expecting someone there, then they would be puzzled and sometimes they would see me over there smiling at them. I would give them a wink and they would wonder.
Ah those were the days...