This is journal 14 of Dr. Conrad Blackwell.

Upon my return, I realized I heard a humming noise that I had not previously noticed. When I focused on it, objects I affixed my attention on began to move of their own accord. At first the movements were wild and I tore up the room I was experimenting in, but after awhile I got a handle on it. There is something to the way I focus on the resonance which directs it to move as I will. My hypothesis is that between the supernatural fungus and the trauma I sustained in the car crashes I somehow altered my brain to resonate with the world around me. How that happened, I have no idea. I have an understanding, albeit and incomplete one, of what is happening though no idea of the how.

I purchased some gym equipment and I've begun practicing hand to hand combat from a distance, grappling and attacking telekinetically. I'm not very good at it and it has proven very difficult to learn without having an opportunity to practice on an opponent that can fight back, much less one who actually knows what they are doing. And I am certainly not physically equipped to learn martial arts. Along with that, I've found that my understanding of physics has grown to encompass nearly all other branches of the sciences which is positively miraculous. Though curiously my knowledge of medicine has not grown in tandem. At any rate, perhaps my new found expertise in engineering and biomechanics could be useful in the near future.

This is journal 20 of Dr. Conrad Blackwell.

I have made something. I don't precisely understand how or why it works but that seems to be a theme of late. When I returned from the "heist" I found myself inspired to create something unlike anything I have seen before or since. I haphazardly alloyed metals, the type and amount of which I cannot recall afterwards, and formed them into a band slightly larger than the circumference of my skull. I then managed to inscribe it telekinetically with microscopic equation sequences which form runes that run the around the whole of the band. I cannot stress enough that I have absolutely no idea what I did or how I did it. I have not since been able to achieve such detailed or intricate work through pure thought and have no idea what the runes mean. Some of the equations make some sense, but never as a whole can I make out even one rune. After I learned all that I feel I could, I placed it on my head. It immediately shrank to fit my head perfectly, growing hot and imbedding itself. I blacked out from the pain and when I awoke my thoughts moved faster than they ever have. Over the course of the week I scanned myself for external or un-ingrained psychological abnormalities and defects, purging all that I found from my mind. On examination in the mirror, when ever I seem to reach an arbitrary mental threshold the runes glow a gentle blue hue. I may have to invest in more hats.