In my novel Blessed: The Prodigal Daughter Catori, one of the main Characters equates trying to explain something supernatural in a natural way to trying to explain literature with arithmetic. Underneath the surface of this statement is a deep well of frustration that I and others can identify with. There is a lot that can be debated about the supernatural, mystical, and paranormal. Controversial questions like, does it exist if we can’t see it, come to mind.