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  Chapter: Six.

  The rest of the day, Comfort never left my side. It was like she didn't want me to go anywhere or do anything without her. Which on any other day I would have loved her company, but I wanted to figure out what kind of powers I was given and practice, or to begin utilizing them. I wanted to tell her so badly about the two women I had met the night prior. Not-to-mention, the gift they had given me, or the ability to use, but couldn't for the simple reason that I thought I might look crazy. Although, I felt special. I still felt crazy. Imagine, being able to look at people and see their glow or aura, before speaking a word. Also, being able to see through things or behind walls was pretty insane. I wasn't sure of what or why, but was ready to do some experimenting.

  This night, when Comfort left for work, I finally got to venture out and try to piece together what exactly I had been given. It's difficult for me to explain, because I could look at something and see past it, through it, the mechanics of it. Walls became glass; I could see the framing of the walls, but past them as well, and objects or people in any particular room. I could then focus on the objects or people, and jump from that location and see further. It was as if I was in the room or at the location. It was extra-super-cool. I loved being able to hop from room to room without moving a step, without exhausting any effort whatsoever, from a stand still vantage point. I did this by basically focusing on what I was looking at. I guess it was similar to astral traveling, or an optical zoom lens, but different . . .

  Stepping out of my apartment, walking, I hoped to try and begin to understand the meaning of the different colors people gave off or emitted. I observed the streets and everyone in them, looking to make some sense of the colors. It was the dark of night and the streets were busy, filled with pedestrians. Some looked very content, whether they were on a date, running errands, having a night on the town, or perhaps en route home. Each individual: with a heart, feelings, eyes, a mouth, skin, a brother, a sister, a Mom, a Dad; had a unique glow about them. The colors of the glows were radiant. Almost any and every color I had ever seen in my life, but I still had no clue what they meant? Aimlessly meandering the streets, a couple of kids skateboarding at a nearby park caught my eye. Intrigued, I walked closer and grabbed a seat on an empty bench that was spitting distance from them. I watched, as the kids seemed to be contently and authentically enjoying every second of every moment as if they had nothing else on their minds. A beautiful snapshot of living and loving life, a truly moving moment. Each kid possessed a white glow. What was strange was that the older the kid, the stronger the glow, but the younger the kid, the smaller the glow. It was fascinating, particularly the energy these kids possessed, and I questioned why their auras were white like Comforts? Content, I continued to observe until deciding to head home.

  As I abandoned the now empty park bench, I purposefully walked in the direction of the park, which was poorly lit, wanting to test how my new ability would work in the dark of night. As I arrived at the darkest spot in the park, only a few seconds had passed when a moving car entered my line of vision. I then tried to focus on the cars headlights. Looking inside the car, I saw a child in the backseat, sitting in a car seat, with two adults sitting in front. Assuming the adults were the toddler's parents. I tried to keep my focus on the toddler to see the glow the child emitted, but saw nothing as they distanced themselves, half-a-mile off, driving the opposite direction. I then, actually felt, the toddler looking at me, as if I were present physically, as opposed to projectually. The child, a baby-girl, under the age of two, stared in bewilderment. Cool, but at the time a weird feeling of being intrusive swept over me. About to drop focus, the toddler smiled and started to giggle, then lifted her little arm and waived at me. If I were in the car, at the exact location I was looking. Amazed, I watched as the Mother, sitting in the passenger seat, turned curiously while smiling.

  "What are you waving at silly girl?" the Mother asked. The toddler pointed in my direction and smiled, clapping her hands together. Dropping focus on the car, I retraced my line of thought to my current position in the dark, at the park. I immediately started to wonder, 'was it coincidence or did the toddler see me? Perhaps I was over analyzing the whole situation,' and decided to head home.

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  Voice:

  "Nine out of ten children say they hear voices."