Invision

That was proof by some kind of means of consistent occurrence. I also used a counter-argument. I broke mirrors a lot of them, that happened to be down by the boathouse. I was going to try to produce bad luck, as proof that it could be done, and gave myself seven years bad luck in the process, or maybe it was just puberty.

Somehow my reality was my monitor. It was fairly obvious. Miscalculate in reality and it would get you, like when I fell from the monkey bars and broke my wrist. So was reality friendly ? Was it alive ? Did it have spirit ? I tested and tested it in every sort of way, from ice skating, fishing, climbing trees, swimming, jumping from high places, taking chances to near-car accidents. Could there be intercession, or could reality change from a sure thing by its natural mechanics, to accord for a miscalculation I might make, and supersede its own laws ? And was it proof that it was my monitor, my watcher ?

It was the engagement with the reality itself, rather than some absent-father sun God, who was never around, whether one needed him or not. If I could prove intercession by the reality I was in, then that would prove it was alive, intelligent, aware of me, and was of spirit. It watched me and thus was a watcher. Maybe that is why I was a pagan. But apparently this watcher was no psychologist.

San Francisco. My apartment had a view. People came in for the first time. I would register their reaction and derive from them, an outside perspective. I could read their minds.

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