I once had a conversation with Mother Assumpta Long. And she looked through me, who thinks of myself as pretty comfortably opaque, as though I were made of glass.
She asked me some questions about my life that indicated that she knew instantly things about me that I didn't want anyone to know.
She's a power. I don't like the thing she's created. That order of cheerleaders gives me the screaming heebie jeebies for many reasons. I had a rather bad experience and left a vocations retreat of theirs, that was supposed to have been three days long, after fewer than 24 hours, though I had already been invited to apply.
But the woman who started the thing is a power.
It's not often I meet someone who has bigger and scarier mind powers than I.