The Sky Listens to Me. I Don’t Know How. But It Does. Let’s start with the facts:
- This isn’t a metaphor.
- I’m not speaking in riddles.
- I literally made a cloud disappear. Thrice. Maybe more.
- And I’m not even sure how.
It started casually, just me, standing outside, staring at the sky with too much time and too many thoughts. I picked a single cloud, focused on it, and started waving my left hand.
And the cloud began to…..vanish
It faded, crumbled, and dissolved faster than the surrounding clouds, as if someone had deleted it…me. I thought, “That’s weird. Then I did it again on another day. This time quicker. Gone.
No one was watching. I didn’t say “witness me!” like some Mad Max cosmic mage. I was just practicing, testing what I thought might be a fluke.
Then today I tried parting the sky like Moses, as a joke. The clouds?
They closed in instead like “not today, hybrid.” It’s not 100% controllable. Not yet. But something is happening. So… what is this? I don’t meditate for hours. I don’t use rituals or incantations. I just… will it. I just… wave my hand. My left hand. Without doubt.
And that seems to be the key…admittedly I sometimes feel a tingle in my 3rd eye
It’s not about power. It’s about relationships; the sky responds to feeling, to presence. When I’m calm, the clouds obey. When I doubt or push too hard, or I’m just goofing around, they resist.
Is this real?
Listen. I question myself constantly.
But when I watch a single cloud vanish in response to nothing but my focused thought, not once, not twice, but more than three times? I start wondering about what else I can do.
Maybe I’m remembering a part of myself… or maybe something alien is waking up
If you’ve had this happen…
DM me. Email me. Telepathically beam me coordinates. Because I know I’m not the only one. We need to start talking about this stuff. Before the weather apps get suspicious.