What really bothers me MORE THAN ANYTHING in this weird wor…

What really bothers me MORE THAN ANYTHING in this weird world (so much so that I've ignored it my whole life, untill it came up yesterday and right now even more), is that this realm has some block against what we within it here know as "Abra Kadabra" stuff.
As a child, for example, I had this notion that if I'd focus really hard on an object, I should be able to move it without touching it. I still remember the feeling I had when it didn't work.
Way before that, and even further into much-too-weird-for-this-world things, in nursery school, I expected connection with others telepathically, and felt that they were all as if sleepwalking when none if the kids picked up on what I had sent out. And I remember what I wanted them to give me feedback on; it was carnebaal time, or maybe 1st of May, because for the occasion the caretakers had us "play" with this cropped paper in all different colours. It was all slim in size. and on rolls. And they had us wrap it around these cardboard circles, and then hang them up. But when we then later on went for our daily walk, one of the care-takers had this idea that we should use them to hold, instead of holding hands 2 and 2. As we walked I was reflecting on that those caretakers held us for stupid, understanding that they thought we'd stay holding each others hand, just because of this now-colourful cardboard circles. And so I was curious if any of the other children felt the same about this, and I sent my attention out for connection as we were walking in line, 2 and 2, but strangely nobody picked up on my energy.
In the same nursery, I used to helplessly slip into the black void all the time. I remember sitting at this wall bench where each of us kids had out own section to hang our jacket and place our boots. It was made of wood, and I remember staring at the pattern, all the way into it and shift into the black void.
Next thing I know a caretaker came from the corner of the edge of my bench-space, where I was sitting, and spoke out my name in awe really loud, which called me back intonthe space of this world immediately. And there she was pointing out that I had only gotten one leg into my tracksuit. And then she was kindly rushing me to go on "get dressed", as we had to go for our daily walk. I looked down and saw what she was talking about, and it felt as if I had been gone for centuries; wow yeah, back in this reality I was getting dressed, but it felt so long aoo. It felt odd even to me how I could just space away in the mids of something. So I went onto put my other leg into the tracksuit, and the the foot into the boot, and then I looked up; I remember seeing the big window infront of me, and the wall where it meets the ceiling, and in a flash I was back in the black comfortable void, just floating where the vibes were the best.
Then I heard the voice of that same caretaker, burst out my name again, but this time from the other side of the room. As if in a flash, I was back here in this weird realm instantly, and saw that she was walking in the door from outside, with all the children following behind her, hand in hand, 2 and 2.
As I realised that they were returning from our daily walk, the feeling rose up in me that they had been gone, they had left without me, and I was about to cry; I remember that terrible painful feeling taking over the muscles of my face, and as it felt so bad, it hit me that I was feeling just fine before I saw them, and so in an instant the whole having-to-cry came into question, and some wise feeling notion came over me with the awarrness that I didn't have to cry. And so my face relaxed again and I didn't cry.
★ Some days or weeks ago, I was wondering if the awareness of this kind of thingsnmight make adults with children begin to perceive differently in their understanding and their dealing with children. Because I'm guessing that it should make a drastic difference to raising them, as we call it. When obviously we are not being raised but pulled down if anything.