I met an X-Man Last Night

Hey beautiful beings,

Last night, I had the pleasure of meeting a young lady at a restaurant — the owner’s daughter — who was definitely different.

And oh my gosh… what a gift.

As I sat across from her at the bar, I noticed something immediately: a calm in her head. A sweetness. She was paying attention to details no one else was. And she was loud in her head — “speaking” vividly — yet no one around us seemed to notice.

“Ooooh,” I thought. “An X-Man!”

Her mother was chatting with my friend when she came over to introduce herself and her daughter. Telepathically, I said to the daughter, “Hello… what are your superpowers?”

She startled — completely — and ran off for a moment. As if she wasn’t used to anyone noticing that part of her world.

Then she came running back, stood right in front of me, and said out loud, “Hello!” And introduced herself.

She looked at my phone and asked, “Is that yours?”
“Yes! Would you like to see a picture of my horse?”
“Oh! I love horses. Yes!”

Her mother explained that her daughter had been to Temple Grandin’s horse program — and then shared, beaming, that she’d just been invited back again this year. How cool!

As we sat and talked, I watched her touch people… objects… clothing. Everything she touched lit up. And her body lit up too. She was like a walking, talking being of joy — amplifying the light in every molecule she engaged with.

It was magic.

At one point she announced proudly,
“I’m autistic!”

I smiled and said, “Me too!”

Her mom looked at me a little cockeyed — because I didn’t look or act like the autistic people she was familiar with. And honestly… I had never said that out loud to anyone before.

“I’m on the spectrum,” I continued.

Her mother visibly relaxed.

“I didn’t really know how to talk to people the ‘right’ way for a loooong time. I mostly spoke in movie quotes. I listened to other people talk a lot so they felt like I was talking to them. And I did well in school because I have a photographic memory — I could read something once and remember it.”

She turned to her daughter and said, “Hey — you can do that! You told me you have a photographic memory too!”

I added, casually, “You can also go into your teachers’ heads and get the answers.”

Her mother’s jaw dropped.

“You know,” she said slowly, “I’ve been reading about the possibility of telepathy with my daughter. Have you heard about this?”

“Oh yes,” I laughed. “It’s totally a thing. It’s like how animals talk.”

She smiled, eyes wide.
“I’m actually listening to a podcast about that right now. I’ll have to look more into it.”

Meanwhile, her daughter and I were sharing an entire unspoken universe. She was communicating in my head, and I in hers. Our bodies were communicating too. It felt like we were swirling molecules around us — colors, sensations, awareness — all dancing together.

Then she said, with absolute certainty,
“Autism is cool!”

“Yes,” I said. “It is!”

Later, she asked her mom if she could meet my horse one day.
“I really want to meet Lily!”

Her mom said, “Well, maybe if we see Alison again here, we can talk about it.”

I already know I’m going to see her again. She’s been saying hello in my head ever since — showing me pictures of horses. (Lol)

It feels so exciting to step into this new possibility on the planet — where differences are recognized as superpowers. Where magic, engagement, the unexplainable, and true communication exist without definitions… and without the need for words.

What would the world be like if we allowed that?
What else is possible we’ve never even considered?

I can’t wait to see her again — and I also know we don’t need to see each other to continue this weird, wild, magical friendship. It already exists in the unseen, unbelievable, yet very real world beyond the box of this reality.

What superpowers are available to YOU that you already BE, and what would it take to begin unlocking them — to shine brightly and invite the world into your world?​

With love, curiosity, and a whole lot of magic,
Alison