Since you have experience with the actual stalks, I think you'll like the update I just pushed: I’ve fully integrated the classic Wilhelm/Baynes text to ensure the reading has that authentic, traditional grounding you mentioned.

I also added a way to generate a visual card of the result—trying to bring back a bit of that 'tangible artifact' feel of the physical ritual. :)

The power of youth aside, I had real supernatural powers. Which I've used to heal some early love affair of mine from a bad traffic accident, by impossible means.

I could also see the future of my personal experiences, and that way general development up to about 2024 and some 2025, but from the latter just some trickles, from 1982 on.

Actually some years earlier, but not that clearly.

Another short flashback from around 2050, me still living well in the Rockies, with the same woman, but no general clue about what's happening in the world, or what happened up to then. Or how the skies would look.

And another from about 2075, similar to the above, with me crashing in some experimental plane with an early prototype of a new energy source and engine.

Breaking one of my front teeth while I'm running away from the wreck as fast as I can, and the shockwave of its explosion throws me facedown onto a small rock in the desert. Blacking out in pain.

Getting collected by SAR Helo-like thing, tilt-rotor, but different from the ones which are flying now.

Laughing hysterically after having forced the female medic to give me 'the good suff', and she's stumbling into my lap/beween my legs because of some turbulence.

"Whoa Babe! Not so fast!"

Being annoyed at arrival, because I don't want to be wheeled in.

So I walk. Much commotion and protest. I just grumble "STFU!"

Being numb while having my rather stiff flight suit removed, and the few splinters which made it trough the back.

Hrrm, actually, writing this down, I 'premember' some supernaturalness there, while being checked up in some hospital in LA. Still same wife, having sex with her in the ICU, disabling all machines and cams by just wishing so, to the concern of the personell, but shooing them away. Gash in my upper lip gone after sex. And flown in from elsewhere stepdaughter healing the other patients currently in that wing. My security forcing all personell to NDA, gag-ordering them to NOT talk to anyone about this.

Something very strange and extraordinary happened to me while 'making love' for the first time to that early love affair of mine, in a strange place.

Which wasn't even my first sex, btw. Just very, very lovely, and unbelievably intense.

Something even stranger, and more extraordinary happened during a little celebration held for her return back to life in good health, which I've been invited to, because I did enable her return.

Shortly after that I rejuvenated some old nun, 90+, eaten up by cancer, waiting to die under morphines.

Told to try by the then acting chief nun, after she 'got wind' of me having sex with some of the girls they housed, and watched over.

When I explained myself, that she shouldn't blame me, they should feel blessed by my touch and semen.

As could be seen by the smile of one of them, whole again, because before one frontal tooth was broken off halfways. Also slimmed down her belly and hips a little. The other one was just right, maybe a little bit too horny. But youth, hormones kicking in hard! (Giggle)

So chief nun took me by my words, and I 'delivered'. I made that old nun free of cancer, and returned her to about 25 years of biological age, with all her memories still intact, and not addicted to morphine, clear minded.

Very sexy.

Which in turn led to a little celebration, and an orgy in their chapel. Which a few days later led to a meeting with some Jesuits near there, where they lived in cozy appartments below the ruins of an old castle tower.

Why? Because one of the assholes tried to exorcise the devil out of me. Which ended very bad for him, but I healed him too, after I messed him up, to be my messenger to the pope, or whoever is really pulling the strings in the Vatican.

Message more or less:

"I'm back, and I really don't like your ways! Change, or else...!"

I still don't like their ways, btw. Though they changed a little, mainly opening their archives which is very important to me!

Anyway, much sex ensued, most just joyful with sweet girls of my age, some slightly older, but still young woman, some middle aged female teachers, sometimes in orgies again, sometimes healing and/or rejuvenating(just one older) them.

Also got to know some female nurses, and took care of their needs. Which in turn led me to heal the complete intensive care wing of a child hospital. With the exception of a child born without a brain, and being that way for all of its about 10 years of existence. Nothing to heal there, I can't make brains up. Just gently stopping its heart. Didn't even shiver. No parents that would care, either.

Left my home.

Fuckery continued in several places, sometimes in orgies. Where sometimes some supernaturalness ensued again during said fuckery.

Moved on, tried to live a more normal life, got experience in several fields. Wasn't really for me, could be considered a failure. Moved on several times again.

'Invented' something very technical, but not really, was just a rehash of old ideas, brought up to current technological standards, and combined where it made sense. With patents long expired, some not so long, but still.

That got noticed, and so I've been snatched up to where I am now, by ways of which I'm not at liberty to talk about :-)

With all that said, I don't see why I should turn back home and submit to fate?

What would that even be? Being exorcised? Crucified?

I've been 40+ years gone from there, and don't miss it that much, TBH.

I live very well where I am now, have cats, sexy women, (legal)drugs, and am healthy.

Just lacking the supernaturalness. (For now?)