Why October is a rough Time of Year For Me

October is a hard time of year for me only because it’s my mother’s anniversary, and her birthday in one month.  It is also Halloween, or Day of the Dead.  October is a rough time of year, make no mistake.  Sophomore year, or 1995-1996, was a rough time too because I was blowing up glass upon awakening. Eventually I would have to lie, believing my own lie that is, that I knocked the glass over.  Sometimes, maybe I was imagining doing this on purpose, but that ability was not under control.  In March of this year, I was shutting off cars with my energy or some jazz, wondering why I was progressing that much.  I’m trying to keep my psychic talent taking it easy at this time of year, that’s all know.  My life is certainly easier with my family stuck in Spain.