Old Theo has another game for you. It's called 'Help a Poor English Professor Sleep at Night.' I am mature enough to know who I am, to be okay with who I am. I am not looking for an identity. If, by searching and questioning, I discover that I am the Antichrist, pff! What do I care? I have a very famous father and many devotees. These past lives, if they even are that, are of zero importance! All I want is to know who I supposedly was and move on. And sleep.
Here are your clues:
1) I am very good with plants. I help them to grow in some way that even I do not understand.
2) I have a weak form of telekinesis. I can scatter papers with my mind, flutter cloth or hair and, when I concentrate, move slightly heavier objects.
These are not very good clues. I realize this. That's what makes the game a challenge! If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded with my sincerest thanks. The bags under my eyes will also thank you.
(OK, perhaps our preincarnations count for something. I am still miffed that I am not Thor.)