Tales in the Spirit for the Young

The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy.

In their dimension of life, the Natural Telepaths teach their young ones usually in accordance with traditional teachings. The young ones are encouraged to form opinions and views of their own. A typical lesson usually has a format and a plan, but after a while the synergy of the students can swing the lesson into unexpected horizons.

One of the more important reasons for this, is to expand the horizons of awareness in their children. The wider the scope of awareness, the more focused the perspective on life, and also the easier it is to lift awareness into higher telepathy planes and more specialized telepathy channels.

From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

Once they entered the class room, the lesson could begin. As the students, aged between twelve and eighteen, sat down at their desks, the mental imagery began to change. They imagined standing outside a large monument around which were white crosses. The teacher, a woman in a white shirt and long dark pleated blue skirt, explained. "The cult of the dead is the worship of dead soldiers. This", she pointed around the imagery, "is from a United States sect, and we will shift to various countries to see equivalents."

The imagery altered, one by one images of other war memorials and monuments to the dead came into view. These images from different countries around the globe.

The imagery settled on one particular war memorial, in fact the one in Canberra, Australia. It took a few minutes for each psychic to visualize the same imagery.

"Do you want your name on this wall?", a teacher asked a younger girl.

The girl focused on the names, column after column, engraved in gold. "I don't think so", she shook her head.

"Will the animal-human ever leant to live in harmony with one another?", one student asked.

"I hope so", the teacher smiled, "but this is not what this lesson is about. What is the intention of the cult of the dead?"

"To lure young silly people to want to be soldiers and get themselves killed, and have a thrill of killing others", one student suggested.

"How would we do this?", the teacher walked about, "are Temples and Shrines such as this", she motioned with her arm all around her, "enough to achieve this?"

"In theory, soldiers are people who defend the homeland, defend an extended family", one student said.

"I know, miss", a young boy raised his hand, "why not have statues in place like this: statues of soldiers in uniform with a leg missing, with half a face missing, with arms missing, with lungs collapsed from chemicals used in making weapons and the like, chemicals the soldiers inhale even during war games."

"Is that likely to interest young men to join the army?", the teacher smiled as she walked about, "the intention, the aim, of a cult, is to recruit members. I would like some ideas", the teacher turned and walked backwards as she spoke to the class, "what are the mysteries of a cult like this? How do these cults lure young men, many simple young men sure but still, how do you lure such a young man to lust and desire being a soldier, to lust and desire to have their name engraved on the wall of the dead", she pointed to the long wall.

"Well", one girl walked about carefully focusing on the names and talking, "you need more than just a shrine of rememberance. You need to persuade young twits that this is their duty, to die for their country. You need to design television movies which glorify the military life, which give an aura of suspense and manhood, or womanhood."

"That's good", the teacher nodded, "that might attract an interest. Any other thoughts?"

"Well", one student projected an image of a war memorial in her native town, "you can use phallic symbols, that attracts young men."

The teacher walked about after the projected image faded, "a phallic symbol is something that draws young men in particular, to subconsciously think about sex, about penetration. That memorial, I think that was Sweden, was rather obvious. Mother nature had put a strong reproductive urge in its creatures, especially the higher ones. Using carefully designed symbolism and rituals, a natural lust for war, lust for perceived heroism, lust for perceived glory and in a sense immortality by having your name on the walls of the dead, all such can be subconsciously imprinted on the soul and psyche of an impressionate young man, and women but young women are not as gullible as young men. On the other hand, handsome looking young man can arouse an interest, even a passion, in a woman."

"I think", a young boy said, "that to do justice to what a war memorial represents, you should have statues, ever so close to life, of say a soldier with half his arm missing and his veins and arteries hanging out, or a soldier with the side of his stomach blasted away and his intestines hanging out, things like that."

"How is that going to appeal?", a young girl replied, "that would put people off. Its a question of image."

"But its the truth, I have seen images of soldiers wounded, its horrible", the young boy insisted.

"War is not about truth", an older girl said, "war is about control and domination, like police and man-made laws are at the foundation, about control and domination."

"What you need", an older student said, "are rituals, like an annual dawn service or a day or mourning, to create this aura of respectability for the army life and ideals. The last thing you want are soldiers with arms missing, legs missing, half a head missing and replaced by plastic surgery. I heard it said that in some Muslim countries, some soldiers don't always kill a wounded enemy, instead they scalp them."

"Is that true?", an older girl student asked.

"I don't know", the younger student shrugged, "but it is what I read".

A young American youth projected the image of a famous war memorial in the United States and then projected images of dead children of all ages laying at a soldier's feet, while the soldier stood ever so proudly like the most important national hero with his rifle and American flag. "That would be more to the truth, especially in the context of Vietnam."

"Class", the teacher clapped her hands, "please stay focused. We are drifting away from the point of this lesson."

She moved to a low wall and sat down elegantly. "More ideas please? Assume you are hypothetically trying to recruit more and more young men in particular, to join an army, to be prepared to go to other countries and kill human beings."

"We could stress its the duty of all proper citizens of a country", an older girl smiled and walked to the low stone wall and sat down next to the teacher.

"We could invent slogans, accusing young men of being cowards if they don't join the cult of the dead", another girl said.

"Or that they are not man enough if they are not in the army", another girl suggested, "a slogan such as 'are you man enough to join the army?'. That would work swell."

"What sort of people, do you feel, just from your own...own...inner gut feeling...are young men who become soldiers?", the teacher asked, "consider something about their personality, intelligence, physical and psychological needs."

"They need brothels", an older girl said, "perhaps a proper recruitment campaign might show the inside of a classy brothel the soldiers have special passes to."

"Its for young men who feel they are inadequate as men", another girl said, "so slogans like 'the army will make a man out of you' would go a long way."

"I have another idea", the young boy who was strong on gruesome imagery concept said, "why not this: a monument like this....a young boy being hanged for stealing a piece of bread because he was hungry...proud judges and police doing the deed...big smiles on their faces like heroes...they the protectors of the community have caught a young hungry boy and hung him for theft...and behind them soldiers with guns ready to kill anyone who objects to the verdict of courts and the actions of the police in a particular country."

"Will you leave this gruesome angle please?", an older girl said, "we can see where you are coming from."

"No", the young boy shook his head, "I am on course with this lesson...the idea is to attract to the armed forces...what do you think makes a young man want to be a soldier?....they want to be a part of being a power, a part of being a god in their own eyes with their weapons, so show them images of domination of others and this will be a lure, like lust."

"What do you know about lust, at your age?", an older girl mused.

"I am trying to be...be...true to this lesson", the boy gave a desperate sigh, "anyway, what would you females know about this? War is a male dominant cult. My natural instinct tells me that images of domination, of power of a god to take life, is what draws young men to join the army."

"Maybe you are right", the older girl shrugged, "of course, some join just to get an expensive education for free, such asn engineering or medicine in some cases".

"I know I am right", the boy nodded and sat down on the low wall, "you girls are wimps. If you really want to recruit young men prepared to mutilate, rape, kill, torture, bash even young children, all this during war, you want to build images which glorify the horror of war - that is what appeals to those drawn to army life. All this talk about nationalism, patriotism, duty to a country, these things are the words of wimps...they are bullshit....if you are going to build an army that is strong, you want to appeal to the gruesome animal instinct in a young man. Once he joins, you condition him to be a killer without a thought, you condition him to run in front of enemy fire without fear, you condition him to stand proudly on a pile of dead children, with his rifle and his country's flag and he with an ever so proud a look on his face."

"I don't think your ideas would sell", an older girl smiled, "maybe you are correct, but can you see politicians paying for ads to recruit soldiers, by also showing children dead and a soldier proudly standing over them? Or ex soldiers with missing arms, limbs, eyes, some scalped, some with plastic surgery to their faces which makes them look like freaks, some with their bowels hanging out, some with their lungs exposed and orange from the chemicals that are used in gunpowder and to which soldiers are exposed?"

"But its the Cult of the Dead", the boy said, "that is exactly what it would require to enlist enormous numbers into the army. The craving, the lust for war, the desire to kill, is at the deep instinctive depth of a carnivore such as the human species - that's the depth you want to target with your campaigns."

"What do you think of this image?", a young girl sat next to the boy and recalled a memory of being in a war museum and looking at a particular image.

The girl was from a different country. The boy had to silence his thoughts and recall being in a war museum familiar to him, and he allowed his brain to find the location of the display closest to the sense in the image the girl held in her head.

"Oh, I get it", the boy now imagined a display, "its from World War I...its the trenches...you see these soldiers carrying things and the like...it gives the impression of mateship, teamwork, a hard job done professionally....but", the boy faded this memory and explained to the girl, "my dad let me watch this shocking war movie...about Germans near Stalingrad....there was this scene in their large hospital which was just inside a tunnel...soldiers everywhere...in war situation, the strongest of anaesthetics might not work because of the adrenaline rush in a soldier's body...and you see these men in white, the doctors, blood all over them, some cutting legs or limbs with ordinary saws while the soldiers are completely aware and awake and screaming and screaming like pathetic old women...then the scene changed to a soldier having his eyeball sowed back on and he too was fully awake and screaming...then to an image of a soldier with half his stomach blown away and his intestines hanging out like sausages...he was barely conscious...the surgeons decided to suffocate the man cause they could not do anything and they needed the table for other wounded."

"You are so..gruesome...yak", one girl said.

"I would not let a son your age watch such a movie", an older girl said.

"I am fifteen", the boy said.

"You don't look it", another girl said.

"There was this one scene, I loved it", the boy continued, "two surgeons, or helpers, carrying a dead soldier and throwing him in this large hole in the ground....when they tossed the body inside, one of the surgeons said "stupid shit" as he watched the soldier's body fall...I laughed...its probably what any intelligent person thinks about soldiers."

"Do you really think this would work?", an older girl sat near the boy on the wall, "to have television and cinema advertising to recruit soldiers, and these ads with gruesome images of the cruelty and horror of war? With amputees, soldiers standing proudly with their machine gun and country's flag on a pile of dead children?"

"Absolutely!", the boy nodded, "you want to recruit the best, then you find those stupid enough to believe there is some kind of glory and honour in the attrocities of war. There is an animal inside many of us, and that animal is what you need to appeal to. The animal within craves images of blood, death, disembodiment, power over innocent victims, the animal is ever so proud to have taken part in butchering. You can see it on their faces in movies."

"Speak for yourself", a girl interjected, "an animal inside all of us...that's nonsense."

"Movies have actors", another girl pointed out.

"Sure, but actors are not stupid, they are professional, they study the reactions of soldiers in wars and convey this to the audience", the boy insisted.

"Ha", another older girl flowed in a content way and sat down on the low stone wall, "I have an idea. To convey mateship, why not have images of hundreds of soldiers standing on piles of dead children, each with an ever so proud look in their eye, each with their country's flag, each looking into the distance with romance and glory in their eyes. Or, to convey cooperation among mates, why not have a group of soldiers raping a seven year old, each taking a turn."

"That's good!", the boy clapped.

"That is disgusting!", one girl protested.

"Actually", another young lady joined in, "this could be country specific...for example, in Islamic countries, you could have soldiers hanging children while their God smiles down on what they are doing, promising them virgins in paradise. Soldiers are stupid enough, in my opinion, to believe anything they want to believe or are conditioned to believe."

"That's sick", a few of the girls said - but they laughed at the gruesome concept.

By this time the lesson had taken a course of its own. The teacher was not sure if she ought to steer the lesson back on track, or to let the students develop their own themes and ideas on their own. She sat quietly, neatly, listening attentively.