Some­times, I’ll do some­thing that I don’t remem­ber how I did it. Some­times, when that hap­pens, I’ll try to fig­ure out how I did what I did and reach a con­clu­sion that I might have just done some­thing impos­si­ble. For exam­ple, did I just jump over that counter, or did I walk through it? As log­ic stands, I could not have walked through that counter. Yet the fact that I think I might have rais­es the pos­si­bil­i­ty that I could have. I also might be delud­ed, but since I am not log­i­cal, it stands to rea­son that the pos­si­bil­i­ty exists. Per­haps I have the nec­es­sary con­trol over my atoms that I can align myself into the spaces between atom­ic par­ti­cles.

I think my pow­ers are most­ly uncon­scious at this point, though at times I try to man­i­fest them con­scious­ly, open­ing a door, or float­ing the remote over toward me. I only real­ly try to use them out of lazi­ness. I can’t quite do it, or else they work askew. Doors won’t open, unless they are auto­mat­ic. When I approach an auto­mat­ic door I don’t even slow down a smidgen, I extend my arm and ges­ture at the door, it opens for me, and I enter, or exit. I have got­ten to the point where this is uncon­scious, I am open­ing the doors with my mind.

When I try to lev­i­tate some­thing, I stick out my arm, close my eyes, and imag­ine the object in my hand. It nev­er floats over, but if I hold my arm out long enough, some­one will even­tu­al­ly bring it to me. So it works in a way. The stick­ing out of the arm is the impor­tant part.