Like real magic, not that slight of hand bullshit.
I make magic so real it will make you wonder at the cosmic order of your reality.
A reality, I might add, that is a complete lie.
Seeing that which others can not, has always come natural for me.
Rearranging molecules and distorting the energy of matter is as easy as blinking.
I’m clueless as to why I have this strange genetic quirk, but it has progressed as I’ve aged.
The world should thank mother nature for that, imagine the horrors a toddler could bring about.
The evil of a full grown man is sufficient enough to throw smooth functioning lives into a tailspin.
I am such a man. I will go by William Baron as that is my given name, but I’ve lived my life known by countless others.
My home is just outside of LA, it overlooks the ocean and my maid, Sarah cleans it every Tuesday. My favorite hobbies are strolling along the beach, online games, and playing God.
I do a fair impersonation I think. Show them a little flash, bang, and they think I’m the real deal. Almost every unimaginative twit asks for the water into wine bit. I am sick of it really. They all become believers eventually though.
Pretty sure there’s even a cult in New Mexico who is still waiting for me to come back from my “Heavenly Plane” (aka Starbucks). I tell you, that cult shit got old fast. I’m not ever repeating that experience.
I know what you’re thinking, well literally I actually do. You’re wondering why? Why, why, why?
Because I enjoy the full range of a human’s emotions. And before you go asking, Yes. I am a human, myself. I just think I’m a new breed. An improvement that has taken millions of years to come about. Hell, perhaps I am the next coming. I came. I’m here, right?
Anyway… my particular boat floats by distorting reality to make people feel. The range of emotions are like an eternal rainbow. There are some people who think that they can see the colors, with Chakras or auras, or whatever… but they have absolutely no idea of the full array and depth that is completely invisible to the human brain. Well, the normal human brain.
When my energy brushes against someone in deep emotion, it’s like crack to my under stimulated system. Like flavored crack that doesn’t drop you on your ass in the morning. Every experience different from the next. Love followed by loss. Despair transformed into elation. Calm made into debilitating fear. Human responses happen to be the only ingredient in this world that I have no control of. So, I play.
I’ve been named a Saint, Devil, Lord, Demon. I’ve been everything to someone at sometime in my fifty years. Yes, I’m that old. You couldn’t tell could you?
I have control of matter and you don’t think that I would give myself a molecular refreshing every few years. I won’t grow old until I’m damn good and ready.
This morning I was going to stroll the cancer wards and perform some “miracles”, then shoot over for a quick breakfast at Egglicious. Following that, I’m going to go to a speed dating meet up to make some fool fall deeply in love with me. It takes roughly three days for those to pay off, but really, the high is like nothing else and definitely worth the time put in. Downtown tonight there’s a Star Trek convention I was going to check out. You would be amazed at the level of fervor that fandom has. I have to be careful not to get overwhelmed.
So if you live in the LA area, the next time something happens to ruin your life or a miracle comes out of nowhere, think of me, William, Bill for short.
It most likely was me, but you know God’s got his own minions in the game. Running about causing mayhem and harmony. I see them from time to time and if you think I’m a vicious asshole, wait until you meet those bastards. They make me look like a daisy in their field of cactus.
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