Copyright 2014 Wanda Lotus.
Part 3
I don’t read minds. I am an energy manipulator, and I read energy.
Every living thing gives off energy. The people who see energy more than sense it call it ‘auras’, but it’s the same thing. In general, women operate in a higher frequency range than men, though that is starting to change as more men have gotten in touch with their feminine side. There are exceptions; for example, a gender-fluid person’s frequency range changes depending on how they identify on that day or in that moment. An effeminate man has a low higher frequency range, while a butch woman has a high lower frequency range. Anyway, I can read people’s energy, usually tell if they are feminine or masculine, and discern their intentions. I’m rarely wrong.
You know how they say, “It takes one to know one?” Anyone who is an energy manipulator (EM) can pick up on any other energy manipulator or energy vampire (EV) in the room, because our energy is more powerful than the average person’s. If we are powerful enough, we can pick up on others from quite a distance, which is why I sensed Kacela before she came into the bookstore. Some of us form friendships and educate one another when we aren’t fortunate enough to have people around us to educate us about our abilities as children. We don’t have any official clubs or schools or anything like the tales Hollywood likes to weave about misfits banding together. For the most part we leave each other alone, just wanting to blend in with society and not call attention to ourselves. But once in a while a confrontation happens. Someone pisses someone else off, and sparks fly.
When I say, “Sparks fly,” I mean that literally. EMs are exactly what our name suggests: in addition to reading energy, we can manipulate the energy around us with a thought. We can send out energy waves to shield or attack, as well as turning someone else’s energy against them when we are attacked. A fight between EMs can get intense enough to turn into a light show. One of the worst so-called electrical storms in Liverpool was me dealing with an EM and his EV friend five years ago out in the woods behind my house. They were upset that I wouldn’t give in to their sexual advances and had jumped on me, saying I would get away from them over their dead bodies.
Neither of them is telling this story, so you can see how that worked out for them.
EVs are a slightly different breed. They get a rush by sucking the energy from others. They don’t need the energy to survive; energy is more like a recreational drug for them, though they experience hunger or withdrawal when they haven’t had any in a while. Like us EMs, most of them are peace-loving, choosing to get their energy from animals. I know of one guy, one of the sweetest people you ever would want to meet, who keeps the deer population in Oneonta down to a manageable level and never goes hungry. Feeding is usually done by laying hands on the prey, which is why there are some EVs who stay fed under the guise of being evangelical or pentecostal preachers. They don’t take enough energy to kill the person; only enough to make their knees buckle and knock them out for a moment or two.
The more powerful EVs don’t have to touch their prey. They fling an energy orb (unseen by anyone who is not an EM or EV) that would then reel in other people’s energy. Have you ever seen a preacher have an epic altar call where they wave a hand over the audience and an entire section of onlookers falls prostrate “under the power”? Every last one of those showmen is an EV. Those are the ones with the biggest egos and a flair for the dramatic.
Only the most arrogant EV would try to feed off an EM. Besides the fact that we could sense them coming, there is an unwritten truce between them and us. In exchange for us not outing them to the wider society, they don’t feed on us. Being outed, especially in a conservative place like Central New York, means certain death; most people in places like that don’t take kindly to those of us with special abilities. Only an outlier would dare break that truce.
Kacela worried me, because she had that kind of power, an ego to match, pride in being an outlier since the age of 12, and an impulsiveness that guaranteed she would eventually draw unwanted attention to herself.
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