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| Powers of the mind |
| They say the mind still has many mysteries yet to unfold. They say we only use one tenth of the brain. They say we dont know what our brain is capable of. Our gifts and tools are locked in our minds recesses. Our subconcious mind controls what we bring to our reality. When we cast a spell, pray, even worry, we are using our subconcious mind to bring about change. Psychics and Witches are not born. We must train ourselves to use the tools of our mind that we are given. Everyone is psychic. Everyone can create magic. All you have to do is learn how. There are many books, websites, even people out there with the information you need to unlock the powers within you. All you need to do is look for it. My first experience with the powers of the mind was when I was when I was 11 years old. My mother was working and I was home alone. I think |
| my brother was staying with my grandmother. It wasnt my first time alone. Now, my mother couldnt receive calls |
| at work. Well, she could I'd just called a few too many times and her boss said it would be best if she only received emergency calls there. Well, for some reason I got scared. So scared I couldn't sleep. I was afraid to even breathe. Knowing I couldn't call my mom for fear of a good whipping, I put on her robe and slippers, climbed into her bed and said in my mind, "Call home, Mom." I'm sure you can guess where I'm going with this however, for those of youthat can't, the phone rang. I picked up the phone and didnt say a word. My mother on the other hand said, "What's wrong?" |
| I told her I was scared and she said to turn on the TV and watch TBN until she got home. I fell asleep sometime before she got home. We didnt talk about it for a few years. Until I was about 15 we remained silent on that topic. Turns out she had a wierd experience herself. My mother had a very bad man for a father. He would do things very inappropriate. Onenight when he was being |
| particularily inappropriate, my mother saw red, litterally. Her eyes clouded over as she looked at her poor excuse for a father with a red sheen. I dont remember if it was the next day or the day after that he died. His heart exploded. His hear acutally burst in his chest. Later, through talks well after he had passed, my mother found out she was not the only one who'd he had been inappropriate with. Some say it takes an event of great magnitude to show what the mind is capable of. I tend to think it has something to do with endophines causing parts of the brain that would otherwise be dormant to awaken. I'm not saying we have the power to kill or communicate without the aid of telephones with people who are not within vocal range. What I'm saying is that we have many different talents we dont use until the brain takes over and protects the body |
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