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Of course I knew I myself had no power, so the jump would have been that this place was some sort of center and was the source of my power. If this was a world center I thought, there may be others as well, centers with geographical boundaries.
Another aspect was fame. If I was who I thought I now was, I must indeed be famous. But then it occurred to me that if I was powerful, I might necessarily have enemies, like in the biblical parable of Moses who had to be hidden in the bull-rushes. This brought up the problem of secrecy. Since I seemingly had no protection, the best defence would be secrecy. So at some point in the day I decided to keep this whole experience to myself. I was not going to tell Ford my room-mate or anybody else. First I assumed they would not believe me. Second I was worried that someone might call a psychiatrist who would put me on drugs. And for safety sake it would be prudent to lay low. On another level was the intuitive concern as conscious or unconscious, that the validity of the experience depended upon unfettered belief. Naysayers would be of no help at all.
Another angle was, if I was who I thought I was, and was to remain anonymous, I would need a means of communication such that my power could be made manifest in social sorts of ways. But it was right there. I was sitting on the hill where everyone could see me, and lived in full of view of multitudes.
So in consideration of my new position I would need to educate myself. My capacity to believe anything would require that I learn the intricacies of anything that I would believe.
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