My brother believes I have a superpower- manifestation. What I imagine, I can create.
I have a pretty impressive imagination- I can't actually manifest everything. I tried to. When I was a kid, I tried every time I had an opportunity to make a wish. I concentrated all my energy on it. I would grow wings. I would fly. I WOULD. I flexed my back, my shoulders, my scapula shifting, rippling under my skin. I felt a twinge between my shoulder blades. Any day now, any day...
Wings are what you make of them. Flying can be many things.
I told this story to a dreamy deckhand, sailing South to Mexico.
"I guess you can't always have what you wish for."
She smiled at me and looked around; at the billowing sails, the shining sea, our boat, skimming across the water. "It came true."
Be careful what you wish for. Especially if you happen to be a manifestor.
Everyone is a manifestor.
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