I hate to bring the vibe of the prompt down, but I don’t have nor wish for any secret skill or ability. The dealbreaker here for me is the precondition of this strange power being “secret”.
For me to grow in sobriety, I have to remain an open book, at the very least to those I trust and most importantly to myself. Secrets can actually kill me. Once I start hiding something from those I trust, I’m 99% of the way to hiding things from myself.
I’ve worked too hard in recovery to peel away the layers of self-deceit to start conjuring new secrets, no matter what special ‘skill or ability’ they might conceal.
Besides, I still have a ten-year-old boy inside me who’d probably wish for the X-ray glasses they sold in the back of comic books.
So, I’ll pass on that. I’m good.
The Peace of Wild Things 