You instinctively know what to do. Focusing a small corner of your brain on the tasks, you let the rest of your mind find a still calm, letting the energies of the universe into your spirit. Your mind acts like a lens, consolidating all these energies into a single point.

You set the cradle swinging effortlessly, perfectly recite the order of the deck of cards, even commenting on some of the hidden artwork, and not only can you tell what block the woman is picturing, you can tell when she's about to ask you to give an answer.

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As the test goes on, she becomes more and more shocked. After you guess the first five blocks without her saying a word, she make an idea available to your mind.

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"Who are you?" she asks silently.

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You wouldn't have been able to answer minutes ago, but now, with your mind open to the world, you have an answer.

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"I am Belzebeth," you say, voice and thought echoing each other in a dance of dual communications. "Lord of the mind, master of matter, father and mother to all psychics."

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The woman, terrified, kneels before you. She knows she cannot mollify you.

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"I am reborn," you say.

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