Im not spiritual but Im very superstitious. I constantly see and seek omens, portents, and the clues of the passing providence of the universes pattern. Maybe its like seeing shapes in static.
My mother believed in telekinesis and precognition. She told me once that she could, as a teenager, move the buttons in a elevator and see more than mere glimpses of things to come. But that she stopped and, while she didnt say it exactly, that she burnt it out of her capacity when she had a vision of her grandfather Bernard dead in the horrid repose he was actually found in after his passing.
She never was showy and creative the way I am on occasion not being the one to seek the attention of strangers. Actively avoiding it. Conformist and conforming blending in but having a very dark humor that Mary kept very secret.
I wonder now if she really did possess the imagination I imagine I have and use in my daily life. Did this strange grinding drove her to imagine her powers as real as I imagine the world that I live in? Where static shows real shapes and the passing glance is the track of the tracking world. The shift of the wind is the sign of good or ill or the first word sound and smell will give me insight to the days proficiency.
I dont tell people about the important dates in my life because I want to watch them unfold like the viscera and blood on an alter. In their clotted lumps and sticky clumps I'll divine my fortune for the next year.
I think she the possessed a similarity powerful id and eros but that to her it was moving objects and animosities so intestine it gave her hallucinations of her darkest terrors when she flexed it.
I make humor. Try to. My mother saw her grandfather dead. I dont wonder if either one of us is supernatural. But I know she believed she was. And that she stopped using her power when it showed her just what she asked for: How is Grandpa Pate.
Dead. Dead. And dead.