Hey guys, I'll be visiting my parents soon in Kenya for a month (so no trolling hehe). I really miss them and I just want to see how they are doing...but I'm a bit nervous. Let me just put it bluntly, I don't really trust the average normie any further than I can force choke them haha but they aren't really a big problem until they start to organize and get fanatical. Kenya is full of fanatics. In fact some idiots in the countryside still burn so called "witches" to this very day. What, pray tell me, would they do to me or my family if they actually knew they had stumbled on the real thing? Before my dad left to go back home, we were planning for my visit and he very clearly told me that under no circumstances am I to mention or show any of my freaky esp shit to anyone there. Ever. Is this what my life's going to be...living like a cockroach under the boot, the shadow of the masses like some kind of evolutionary throwback? How can I remain true to myself?..... Actually, what exactly am I in the first place? Today I had an epiphany. I was riding around with my friend and he stopped at the bank. I was bored so I started playing with psychokinesis. I wanted to see if my range had improved...it had. I hit something that was probably around 100ish feet away , so that was nice. Sitting in that hot summer with a silly grin on my face, I realized something....I don't think I'll ever be able to share that moment with anyone....And that's okay. I don't think that this magick has to mean anything or be anything. It just is. I don't feel like just because it doesn't have a voice in this world that it's any less beautiful, any less mystical or any less deserving of admiration. I love magick just the way it is...in all of its unfathomable, terrifying, subtle elegance. I am truly eternally grateful for the opportunity to feel and see it for myself, and that is good enough .