Comfortably Discomforted

Many people have the propensity to experience a feeling of uneasiness while on board a plane. I would have to say that my experiences in this arena have been quite unique.

For years, I have had an ability that I've kept hidden from the public. I call it an ability but many would call it a burden or even a curse. I can only show this ability to a select few. The ones open to hearing about it, typically just accept my claim on its face without any proof. Many of them don't truly believe that anything like this even exists. They just enjoy the possibility of someone else joining their club of misfits, regardless of the misfitted claim.

I have a history of being able to control the weather. Not like some comic book character or Hollywood movie star. It was much more complicated than that. I have always been able to see ionic disturbances in the air around me and even as it became more unsettled within clouds. It showed up as swarming molecules or massive, darting circular particles. It was never easy to explain this to others.

I could feel barometric pressure easily and could sense electrical disturbances. I found that focusing directional electricity on a spot I chose near a cloud cluster often resulted in unsettling the clouds and thus changing the weather. The only problem with this ability was that I would not ever know what would happen when I focused my attention on the weather.

I had always avoided any type of atmospheric travel, which included planes and helicopters, even skydiving. The fear wasn't based on a fear of hurting myself, mostly, but a fear of accidentally or on purpose, hurting someone else. I was even concerned about the possibility of causing a problem if I were to learn the ancient skill of levitation. Not that I would ever be able to reach that level but who knows?

That's why I don't want to take a trip on a plane. I really don't want to get anyone hurt. But somehow, I find myself on a damn plane. Call me crazy, call me what you will. You definitely cannot go as far as I have in asking these same questions. I am a student of science, more than that, I'm a fan of real science and believe heavily in proving scientific theory.

There are a few things I'd like to clarify. Until this point, I have never flown in a plane, so I don't have any proof that bad things will happen or any real reason to suspect something bad would happen, but the anxiety still exists there.

Here I find myself on a plane because, in my desperation for funds to go to college, I joined the military. I chose the Navy to go into because I absolutely love the water. I loved the familiarity I had with the rank structure, that I had learned from watching Star Trek. Yes, I'm also a fan of science fiction. But this doesn't mean that I'm a fan of magical thinking.

Anyway, while on my way to boot camp, the Navy purchases my first plane ticket and encouraged my first flight on a plane.

I nervously boarded the plane and I find my seat, window, and starboard wing. Perfect.

Within ten minutes, I tried to focus on the beautiful views that I was witnessing outside that window. While enjoying the view, I noticed the darkness emerge. Suddenly, it looked like dusk and I saw wind shears challenging the wing and its structure. I kept thinking to myself about the causation of the upheaval within the weather and the sudden appearance.

As much as I tried, I could not get the ideation out of my head, I couldn't help but think of sudden temperature changes and how this would likely cause rapid ionization of the air and of course, the metal hull of the plane.

"We're going to experience some heavy turbulence and lightning," says the pilot's voice over the intercom. Suddenly, the seatbelt sign dinged to life and the stewardess, as they used to be called, directed everyone who was heading to the bathroom or moving about for whatever reason, back to their seats.

As I envisioned the very natural process of storm development and rapidly changing weather, I saw each step of the process manifest just outside the plane. I watched the connection of electrons and photons adhere themselves to the mini-ionosphere and release the pent-up energy through the channel provided.

The power of the wind and the energy dispersed amongst the clouds began to collect their deadly elements near the mental commands ushered by yours truly, in an unwilling nature. As the people sharing the cabin with me had no idea what corruption I had unleashed. If they had discovered the origin they would have assuredly put me out of my mental processing in some way, possibly by even ending my brain activity by bashing my head in, who knows?

The plane bounced and threw things up into the air of the cabin. The wings began to buckle under the stress and even the men aboard the plane began to yell and scream. I knew that it was up to me to put an end to the suffering caused by my processes and normally docile scientific observations.

As the stewardess, who had served me my snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, fell to the floor with a look of terror, I shut my eyes tight and envisioned clear skies. It wasn't working. I had to reverse the scientific process and disperse the energy into the mostly empty sky beyond the clouds.

Suddenly there was a break in the rise and fall of the plane, the wind began to calm and the last blast of purple lightning bounced off the wing and hull of the plane.

The plane broke into the clear sky and the storm was no more.

Many of the same people who were yelling in terror were now crying and some were thanking GOD for relieving them of this burdensome storm.

We landed safely and even the pilot did not speak upon our arrival. A look at the skin of the plane after we landed, showed scoring and burning not seen before by the crew, or so they said as we passed the windows looking out onto the tarmac.

Now, I know, I needed to practice my craft.