When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was 3, that’s when my lifelong pursuit to become a Jedi came into existence.

I wish I was kidding.

The fact that Kenobi’s character,  it’s fiction I know, said kill me motherfucker, it’ll just make me stronger.

Of course, I paraphrase. 

Now, at 50, am I a Jedi?

Let’s look at the skills.

I have the IQ, 215, but what does that do?

Makes it so that I can use cross utilization to work out complex problems with relative ease.

In other words, I use info from everywhere to figure shit out.

I’m a Grand Master of Reiki. I used to use a form that got me the Grand Master. I’ve since moved on to more advanced healing techniques. 

The Force is strong with this one.

I channel. I get info from all over the universe. 

Just ask a relevant question, and I can give you an answer.

I’m a Seer. I see the truth of things and in things.

At times, I can see the future,  not really. What I see is your patterns.

Most people do not stray from their behavioral patterns.

Telling their future is easier,  nothing is easy, but it can be easier.

Wisdom.

I can Yoda with the best of them.

I never try, I do.

I never try, I work at it.

I cannot fail because I never try, I do, and I work at all I do.

Mine.

Yoda’s

Do or do not. There is no try.

I can harness my energy to complete tasks that normally I wouldn’t be able to do. I can move with a quickness that will look as if I’m at a run pace. However, I’m walking.

I can move shit that I shouldn’t be able to move.

The Force is strong with this one.

Moving shit with my mind, I haven’t figured that out.

I can soul swap.  Putting myself in your back seat so to speak. I take up your subconscious while your conscious mind has no clue.

There’s other shit. However, I’m pretty sure I can’t count myself as an actual Jedi.

I looked at Obi-Wan and figured that was fiction. What can I actually do?