The first time that happened to me, I'm not sure how old I was - maybe 12, maybe younger. I had been reading A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle and I was sure that the rune therein was meant just for me, and that I could change time and effect the weather. It was something more than mere imagination or pretend because I vividly remember standing outside in the yard, staring into the sun, and chanting. I actually still kind of think that, although not with the fervent conviction of a child anymore.

Reading the Kushiel series by Jacqueline Carey are the books that have recently triggered feelings that God has some important destiny for me. I told my T that and she sort of just looked at me as if I were crazy, but that may be my own twisted view I have of therapy right now.

For me, I don't think I really have any way of dealing with it. Eventually it changes for me once I find something new to distract me. I've tried to write as well, but once I started taking meds, the more difficult it became for me to find the right words.

I read the Dune series before, and I remember really liking it, but I have no memory of what it's about anymore. I guess my brain got full, LOL.