Wizardry and Me

I just had a scary experience. I was laying down and I heard what sounded like a brick being thrown through one of our apartment windows. It turned out that it was a car hitting the wall. The glass was something glass my roommate had on the windowsill on that wall. The window was okay. Keeping structural integrity in that situation should have been impossible, especially if something on the inside was thrown. I think that my wizardry ability that I had as a small child is coming back to me. My father stole it, and he will now be hurting for heroine pretty bad. My structural integrity ability is called a "strongman" ability. The danger right now is high, and so if this accident had gone as it could have, we would all have ended up in chains. I was shaking after this sound startled me. It was like something broke into this realm that had never been here before. It was true act of severe hatred on an innocent entity. Before, this had been Wiccan witchery. People just want to be the biggest victims in world society, and thus they get into these situations and tell everyone, but FEEL nothing except rapture at their deciet. This almost surfaced when I was stuck in Muncie, IN. Gestapo banger crews were going throughout the town and shattered many and many of the windows. I decided to pick up some glass and I used glass paint to paint on it. I painted a fire angel and gave it to the vampiric firehouse in the middle of downtown Indy after I moved there. My wizardry in Muncie, IN, was not known to me, but I kept the place bright and clean. I swam in the very polluted White River and it became clear. The huge batches of flowers in front of especially the historical society, would replenish their supplies even when I cut huge bouquets to work some matchmaking. I keep my talents quiet, but I think that the cat is about to be let out of the bag, internationally. The pieces of me are now painted beautifully, and I am ready to walk into the very public sun.