Justin revealed his gifts in early childhood. He learned to talk and draw at almost the same time as his sister who was more than a year older. His parents often spoke of his precociousness and how he seemed so intuitive. His stepbrother, six years his senior, was convinced that his scribbled drawings depicted a past life, but his parents dismissed such foolishness. “But he knows so many more things than I do. And I think he sometimes controls me.” To them Justin was just special, in a good way. He repeatedly drew pictures of a stick figure family with just two girls. One with red hair, fair skin and glowing green eyes. He only spoke her name, calling her Emmy. Everyone in his family had dark complexions and very dark hair. He explored his skills by quietly willing his parents and siblings to do as he wished. At first, it was his little, secret game. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. It typically worked better if he wanted them to do something. It didn’t work as well if he wanted them to stop what they were doing. It sometimes scared him, as it did the first time he invoked the power, it sometimes delighted him. But the scares grew more intense as he grew more aware of the world around him.
The addendum describes how to create a healing room.