University of Bridgeport. A melting pot of Connecticut life. Although I might have thrown away much of my college career there, it was an amusing time in my life. Still opining over the emotional loss of my girlfriend/ metaphysical teacher, I began to live the adage that "Love is not actually loving that person, it's wanting to BE that person". So I
did. I thought of ways to be more like her for to me she was like some wiccan goddess... All powerful with abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Worldly beyond my wildest imaginations as I was so naive about many things. The sophisticated "Modern Woman" Billy Joel sang about.
Such an impression on the impressionable makes it easy to enthrall. I was well into her spell at that time and now it was post Rhode Island, where I was broken up with via telephone.
At University of Bridgeport, I dove deeper into my newly blossoming occult abilities. I had learned that "those who have it, attract others who do..." so I set out on my attraction. In little to no time at all, I had discovered many in my dorm who were rather gifted. Like a young Professor X, I sought out my psychic X-Men. There was "Ratt", and "Chief" (a real full blooded Native American heavy metal guitarist), Christine, Joe M. and a slew of others. Joe M. was the most special of the bunch. He was probably the only actual like telekinetic I'd ever met, but that's a story for another chapter. In this edition, I want to tell you of a few other happenstance's.
I held council in many places on my dorm floor, be it my room or Chiefs as he was a senior and I was a freshman, but they had a much larger, darker, cooler room. We agreed on a group name: "Starflight" . I even created a logo. Not a typical coven as most would think. More like a group of talented minds with abilities that just needed harnessing.
In our sessions, we honed our telepathic skills. We started with simple color tests. One person would think of a color between red, yellow and blue, then write down what they were thinking, imagine the color in their mind and things that represented the color. For example, to think of red, one might think of a tomato or a fire truck or hydrant. Our job was to discern mentally, just what that color would be. Then we escalated to words like "dog", "cat", "tree". Then we moved onto numbers one through three, then one through 10, then one through 100, then one through one thousand.... Each to get us stronger in the mind.
Ratt came to me for council in my room one dark eve and asked me what to do about a young female student who seemed to be affecting him on the telepathic level. I had him sit in one of the appointed chairs I owned that were painted with the ranks of Starflight. It was an obvious bet that sitting in the Captains chair was a huge faux pas.
Anyway, I digress. Back to Ratt's dilemma...For some strange reason, she, this newly found nemesis of his, seemed to be affecting him negatively somehow. It's so long ago I can't remember exactly what her issue with him was.
Once again, I've told you one thing to tell you another. All of this, leads up to one bizarre lunch at the cafeteria.
We sat along a long table, like some secret society. The table, though rectangular, showed that the middle of the table was evidently the head as I sat flanked by my higher ranked officers.
"Hey GQ!" said Joe M. Oh yea... I was called "G.Q." as one of my nicknames the time. Joe M. continued, "why should you lead?"I squinted my eyes at Joe, and looked at the dumbfounded faces who thought to themselves why they had never had the guts or fortitude to ask that question. They simply took my lead on their own and my word as law. Not to back down from a challenge, I responded in prime fashion.
"Ratt?" I said. "Is that the girl who has been giving you problems?" Ratt looked over far across the cafeteria. There at the drink selection fountains she stood, just coming off of the food line. "Yea... That's the bitch." he replied with a sneer.
Staring intently upon her I increased my concentration. Then I spoke aloud.
As if she could almost hear me over the voices and the over 60+ yard distance, she complied to my very spoken whim.
"Put the tray down." I said coolly.
She put the tray down.
"Pick the tray back up."
She picked it back up.
"Put the tray back down again."
She complied in an almost zombie-like state. With that, I now believed my link was established and continued to work like my last name was "Kenobi".
"Stop." I commanded softly, yet loud enough for my new brood to hear.
"Look around."
She looks around.
"Take a glass off the tray." said I, calmly.
At this point, one would merely think I was guessing the obvious human nature outcomes of the situation. But you see now, here's where it gets interesting.
"Get another glass." I continued, yet faster in pace.
She gets another glass.
"Fill one glass."
She obeys.
"Put it on the tray"
Her compliance continues.
"Take it off the tray again"
She was like a puppet now.
"Put it back on the tray."
With awe, my Starflight brothers gawked at my ability as she moved to my every command. Faster, the commands spat from my mouth.
"Take it off the tray again"
Done.
"Fill your other glass."
No argument there from her.
"Place both glasses on the tray"
Snapped to it, she did.
"Look around."
Yea... Go ahead... Look. As long as you don't figure out that it's us.
"You may go now...carry on."
And off she went about her business. Smugly I looked at my partners in psi-crime and said, "THAT'S why I should lead."
I was a hero in their minds... Except for one. In another tale, I shall explain who and why and the plan to put me in my place.
Epilogue.
It was some time later. The team was getting better in it's powers of the mind. I only taught the sciences. What one chose to do with it by way of faith or alignment was up to the student to figure out on their own.
I was going to the campus "pub" to get a snack, when a senior from a dorm across the campus walked up to me. I knew who he was. Or so I thought. I had met him once before. I remember I had him in my dorm room once. He was a friend of my R.A.. He had told me he was a magician. A "slight of hand" illusionist. Yet now he approached me with a more serious look on his face.
"Pardon me" he said in his Spanish accent. "These things you are doing? You has to a-stop" he said.
"Oh really? And just what is it you think I'm doing?" I queried.
"You know exactly what you are doing. You and your friends. We know all about you and your group. You must a-stop." he said to me in a commanding tone that somewhat irked me.
"Ok... I'll bite. Let's say I think I know what you're talking about. Just why would I stop it?" I asked.
"Because you and your friends are disturbing the psychic rift of the campus and you simply must stop immediately!"
"And if I don't?" I inquired.
"We are not asking you. We are telling you. Please don't make us have stop you."
I squinted my eyes on that one. "That was NOT the best negotiating tactic my friend. I'll see you on the next level I suppose." I said as I stormed off to head back to my dormitory. I walked to Chiefs room where everyone was congregated. He almost always had his door open and his candles and bongs lit.
I walked in the door. Most of them were there. I stood with a strange look on my face and a giddy eerie gait about myself. "Yo, G.Q., what's up"?
Just before explaining my story, I preceded with...
"Gentlemen? We're at war."
I wish I had worked on my "powers" more, also I turned away from it and jumped into relgion.
I think because it was only me at the time and didn't have people to work on it with that I would of gone further. I lived in CT at the time I should of looked you up lol.
will there be a part III anytime soon or should I just take a nap?
Supplicated by: Iceprincezz at November 30, 2006 04:24 PM