The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy. My word does not return to me empty And when my third-born walks on Earth My word is: let life begin to entertain the nature of transitions Let the planet evolve to the nest stage of evolution in a sense. From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

It had taken a number of night for perhaps thirty persons belonging to a particular Life in the Spirit group of Jehovah's Witnesses to be able to use such mental telepathy - Helen and Lana and Lisa-1 working hard with the new woman who had broken through a Catholic will and first began to interact with Lisa-1. The new woman had a white label now with the word "Jehovah" but as yet no name for herself.

The setting began in the kitchen with Lisa-1 (alternating with Helen, Stephanie was intrigued how the two women were doing this) washing dishes and asking Stephanie who was sitting still at the table what she was doing in ordinary life. "Walking with mum to school, am in the shop now."

Darth was sitting at the table, drinking an ale, and turned to a man with him, "women have their own mystery...I have not been able to make much sense how it works...Stephanie may not even be aware of her spirit being among us, but at night before she goes to sleep this mental vision mind play in her thoughts...or, three Catholic teachers, for example, might appear to be teaching a class but each time they can break, one or the other, and yet together, manage to run a virtual reality effect at the back of their heads...fascinating how women do this, men on the other hand are cursed with experiencing such telepathy much as it happens."

Lisa-1 (or Helen, the two images alternating) brought a glass of milk to Stephanie who eagerly drank it, looking at her "imaginary father".

"I am a good girl", she said looking at him, "I don't smoke, I don't drink smelly alcoholic drinks, I don't go out with boys, I don't drive a car." Her flow mellow, cute, kind of mature for a girl her age but still child-like.

Darth puzzled why she said all this, she being only nine at most and Darth could sense that was her maximum age. "I am not so sure I am a good imaginary friend", Darth replied, "because I do some of those things", Darth looked at the beer glass in front of him.

"That's all right", she leant forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "you can be naughty sometimes."

Darth and his two mates at the table excused themselves and went outside Kara's house. On the manicured green laws many men and women now sat on blankets, with one Jehovah's Witness scholar with a book in his hand explaining, "in simple terms, no problem for us to believe or accept this, the truth of God is upon us. The children of God, it appears, as I understand, are being reborn."

Darth and the two "army friends", both in some kind of military uniform, paused on the wooden verandah as they silenced their thoughts to listen to the scholar walking among his flock. Stephanie came out, tugged at Darth's shirt. He looked down at her, "dad...imaginary dad...whatever", she stretched out her right hand, "if I have to go to the toilet in ordinary life...mum", she turned and through the glass window-door pointed at Helen who was busy clearing the large table, "that mum...said if I need to go to the toilet...and yet I am with you in my head...I better imagine I go to the toilet in this imaginary house or else you might see me sitting on the toilet."

"Sounds a good idea", Darth replied, curious why she had brought this to his attention.

"Well", Stephanie swayed on the spot, a finger on her lips indicating she was a touch nervous, she glanced at the many on the lawns sitting on blankets, then said, "well...I trust you as my imaginary friend...but I am not so sure yet of my imaginary mothers...seems to me....I best ask you if that is all right, for me to do that, what that mum said."

"Yes, sure", Darth replied, "please...I am not interested in seeing...you are not either...no one is...you know...interested in seeing someone on the toilet."

"I will", Stephanie nodded, she now learning how to use and set a "female" will as religious women knew how to do this and now teaching Stephanie.

In ordinary life, in the shop she had stopped with, with her mother in ordinary life, the mother now turned to her girl and said, "need to go to the toilet?"

Stephanie looked up and shook her head, and pointed a finger to the outside. Her mother glanced and saw a police officer and said to Stephanie. "Turn your eyes aside, the Lords of the planet have no liking for men or women with guns who dedicate their life to protect the rich from the poor".

In the setting of Kara's house, Darth, aware of this personal real-life situation, walked to a table, sat down, thinking to himself, "I spend ten days in the spirit explaining the same thing to some group, devoting so much effort and time trying to find the flows, the stress factors, all such things, so I could convey my reasoning correctly - and she did it in sentence!"

The woman, also aware of the setting in Kara's house but dimly, in ordinary life now walked out the shop, she with an ice-cream which she bought for her daughter but who to her surprise did not want it. Stephanie, holding her mother's hand, glanced around studying the two police officers who her mother had pointed to. "But mum", she said after a while, "they teach us at school, stranger danger they call it, that police can be trusted if I am worried and need help."

The woman sat down on a passing long seat. Stephanie sat down also, looking about at some school friends going past. The woman considered, "true, they can be, at least we hope they can be....or at least as far as we know...as I understand, psychic bullets are hitting all Australian police officers, Judges, Magistrates, and many lawyers. In such a situation...no police officer can be trusted anymore...for what each might do when alone with a child is no longer certain...I hope you are never in a position in which you need help from the police in Australia."

"How do you know that is true?", the child asked, "it is what my....", she covered her hand with her mouth, not wishing to explain to her mother that her "imaginary friend dad" had explained much the same thing.

"I know faith", the mother replied as she glanced at the two police officers busy asking question of a youth who looked like he might have stolen the bicycle with him, "and I sense faith and truth in this...so I accept...you learn to accept faith and truth too, without arguing please. Come along now we may be late already."

Stephanie, sensing a thought in her mother, glanced behind and asked, "did that boy steal that bicycle?"

"I don't know", the mother glanced, "but it is not nice to steal, it is less nice to catch a thief...for to steal may be due to poverty or ignorance, we learn to forgive and have compassion, but to catch a thief is the way the police protect the rich from the poor."

In the setting of Kara's house, Darth was quietly listening and seeing various interactions. Stephanie was sitting, or rather kneeling, on a chair next to him now and leaning across the table looking at him. "I feel you like my mother."

"She has impressed me", Darth replied, "shame she is married already."

Stephanie, who was being taught by Helen who to sense from the female members of this particular Jehovah's Witness Life in the Spirit group, allowed a thought from two women to come through her, and in the setting Stephanie conveyed this by asking, "those two women", she pointed at the two on a blanket on the lawn, "ask if on the basis of what you have seen and heard and felt, if all other things were equal", Stephanie hesitated then straightened and stretched her arms wide, "whatever that means", and resumed her elbow on the table and head in hands resting position and continued, "would you seriously consider a Faith Marriage with a woman who is a Jehovah's Witness?"

Darth felt what his heart would say, and replied, "yes...but I am a Catholic..would not be that easy to get to know such a woman by discussions about the Gospels."

In the setting of Kara's house, the woman's image was now also with Darth, at the table. Stephanie turned to her and smiled. A man came over and said, "explain this to me whom you also showed that imagery...it is written do not steal...but you seem to be defending the thief."

"Always will defend the outcasts, that is what Jesus was about too", the woman replied.

Helen also came out of the house and sat at this outdoor table. The man asked the woman, "I have seen...briefly...this man", he pointed at Darth, "discuss most complex theological differences between groups...argue with him about the policy we have on blood transfusion."

"Could I? Properly?", the woman turned to Helen.

"No, not yet, not if you have any sense", Helen replied, "when he is loosing an argument", she pointed to Darth, "he turns on this powerful male sexual flow...fine if you are his wife, delightful even because of the way sexual telepathy works, but if you are not, he could baffle and confuse you with a myriad of sexual imagery. In that regards he does not argue fairly at all, not when he is being pressured or feels he is loosing an argument."

"In time, I will", the woman leant and smiled at the man asking this of her. Then she locked Darth's will, with Helen's help, and imagined him standing with her in the shopping center, outside, on a sunny day, on the street, she saying to him, "in this vision...I sense the Holy Spirit upon you...I sense deep possibly absolute faith that has moved spiritual obstacles out of the way...but how could I talk to you in ordinary life?"

"Easy", Darth imagined himself sitting outside his own house talking to a Jehovah's Witness woman who had come around in fact with two young girls, Darth assumed her daughters, and they started talking about something in the current issue of the magazine the Witnesses regularly brought around. As the woman listened, she did understand, and smiled, "I see...the human body hides the spirit in you, fades the reality of the God of life and love in you, and you relate like a man who has a passion for fruits of the spirit, but still as a man I could get to know."

The woman faded this imagery, and in Kara's house setting she explained to Darth, "do Catholics discuss religion?"

"Not much", Darth replied, as he did he recalled, and the woman was aware of this recall, being at his own house with in fact Kara and her husband, and a subject of a particular Catholic Saint came up because one of Kara's daughters had heard the name at school. Darth allowed this recall to continue and the woman had to muse, because what she was seeing is a subtle way a man and a woman was having a go at one another about their particular attitude to a particular Catholic Saint.

"I see", she said, "Catholics avoid discussing religion cause they end up arguing...Jehovahs Witnesses rarely argue among themselves because they are taught to approach a discussion in a certain way, a way which is least obstructive to freedom of expression, but one which accepts an opinion no matter how wrong it may at first seem."

A man came over took Darth aside, Darth as a man in a shirt and trousers. The man said, "I sense you think Jehovah's Witnesses are too small on a world scale to waste the energy of this groups to help us refine our only...it is the only one I know and has no boundaries...Life in the Spirit type group...this situation....this mental telepathy which is a good word for this...but can I remind you of the story of Lot, and Sodom and Gomorra, he pleading with the Angel to spare the city if even one righteous citizen was found."

"I am not angel", Darth replied and sat down on the left of Stephanie, and then pointed to the woman who had sat on her right now, "but she is..she has a magical child in ordinary life whom she taught the way of the cross at an early age...and now she is protecting her child from me...for how can the woman know what my deep intentions are toward her child?"

Stephanie was listening and looking at her "imaginary dad" but now turned to mum on her right. "I suppose", the woman replied sensing her child curious or fascinated by what Darth had said, "in ordinary life I don't want you talking to strangers, men or women, but...well...I know in this imaginary world no harm comes to any child, so I am not that concerned."

A man asked Helen to step aside with him and when they walked a distance he said to her, "does your husband of the faith always do this? He seems his own worst enemy, always doubting himself or his integrity. No one would have thought of what he had suggested, had he not suggested it."

"Oh yeah", Helen glanced at Darth then turned to the man, "he is often his worst enemy, bringing matters to attention no one thinks of, and matters which put him in a shady light. It is his nature and I have not learnt to curb that natural instinct in him."

Darth, more than impressed by this group so far, found an elder on the grass and crouched down near him, saying, "you lot have a lovely chance to form a most proper and holy Life in the Spirit group along new lines...the Jews, Catholics, Muslims even, go to these impossible lengths to test if something is from God, before they believe or accept, but your kind seem to have a natural sense, so well balanced, if something is worth exploring or not. Well done."

In the back verandah setting, Helen was explaining to the new woman an issue the woman had raised, "in a sense...sure...you can try...anyone can try...the woman who literally consummates a Faith Marriage with him is the true Queen of Heaven in this generation...Lisa-1 has Kara as her hope, Lana has Sandra as her friend, I have myself, Jews are different in a wife of the faith concept than the others...traditionally a wife of the faith is two women who share a will, with Jews it is a number of women but also one daughter, but don't ask me to explain, it is too hard to non-Jews to explain and clarify the reason for this."

"What is stopping you? I sense you could have done this by now, consummated a marriage", the woman asked.

Helen raised her hand and pointed to the heavens, "that is blocking me! The Will of God...it will resolve I am sure but until then no way can I complete a proper Faith Marriage. That man", she pointed to Darth on the lawn, "is probably His favorite Holy Spirit in this universe and the Father is ever so diligent in finding him a partner in that sense...boy!...talk about scrutiny from potential in-laws!"

A few days later the group had gathered again. Lana in white with silver specks long gown, her hair waist long black, was standing next to Darth on the lawn. He in his Darth Vader outfit. Lana formed will with Cindy, and she imagined being in the setting and sitting. "What is the other one called? The black one?", Lana asked Cindy, forgetting the name of the other American girls who had recently become a daughter. "Oh yes, Sandy." Lana locked will with Sandy and she two imagined being on the lawn. Darth was about to begin flowing but Lana turned to him, waved her hand, "no, love, you shut up dear, else this will take forever and be so hard to understand, let Cindy and Sandy feel your heart for what is important, they will channel this through them."

The group was many by now, perhaps a hundred even. Stephanie was standing near Lana, glancing at her sometimes - Lana with her figure and that waist long hair could look exotic.

Cindy stood up, and wearing jeans and a light blue top, was feeling from her telepathic father what he wanted to explain to the group, she suppressing anything else in his head and the powerful natural energy his thoughts could generate. "Let me see...", Cindy was walking and thinking, "judge not, so you be not judged...but be only mindful of children of God in this saying...those who have no soul, no conscience, no spirit, no will, no understanding, no natural compassion, and so forth...blah...blah...blah...these you need not feel anything for, let your heart be vacant in this situation....blah...blah...blah...do not fool your listeners that the super rich are anything more than a curse on the world...that the politicians are anymore than pawns in the game of the rich to control economies and wealth...and that police are doing community service and that is what they are about...at anytime they could arrive at your door with their weapons of mass destruction and arrest you or your child for reasons you may never understand....this is the irony of idiots...not sure what that means", Cindy glanced at Darth and Lana and continued discerning from Darth, "...uhm...the Catholics believe or want to fool themselves that the child Jesus is in all human beings..sure...any fool knows this is not so....what would Jesus have to do with enemies of God?...nothing."

Lana clapped her hands, Cindy stopped, and now she asked Sandy who was dressed much like Cindy to take over. Sandy stood up, a rag doll under her arm, and paced as she listened quietly to the innermost soul of her telepathic father, "....uhm...learn a lesson from the trees of the forest....good trees produce good fruit...bad tress bare none...what are the trees of any specific Christian or other sect? If there are fruits worth looking at or eating, do so, consider, but let not your heart be swayed by such new tastes...reflect...gossip among yourselves...feel for what you would like to be true about God, about the Revelation of the Son of Man which is all of us really, those who are with us in the right spirit that is....and so on...and so on...", she paused and turned to Darth, "dad...in a sense you can talk a lot."

Darth stopped the interaction, asked Sandy to sit down, and forced his Darth Vader suit from him. He looked at Lana, who grimaced, and put her arms around him, giving him a soft sensual kiss, "I will make up tonight...if I upset you...by telling you to shut up."

Cindy and Sandy, both seated, felt rather embarrassed by their "parents", as they began to think of them very seriously, making such a public display of their affection and interest in one another.

Darth caressed her back, then moved a step to one side, put on his Darth Vader suit on, and using that majestic heavenly flow he flowed, "it is written blessed are the peacemakers...and so they are...if they attempt to make peace with the souls of the children in the third-world that died from hunger...think clearly, think well, not stupidly, about the nature of the Gospels...God is not superficial, God is infinite in His presentation of his word...until all those who protect the rich from the poor, the police forces, men with guns, are removed from the world, there will be no peace in heaven...understand clearly...our numbers are small...perhaps less than we imagine...none of us individually can do much to change the world...but each in a small way when each one of you is part of a bigger picture, forms the will of God in this generation."

Helen, standing in a long elegant dress, on her head the Crown of Andromeda symbol of the Telepathic Queen among the Natural Telepaths, she standing on the verandah's on Kara's house, she holding a yellow baby and swaying with it gently, flowed to Lana, "no, dear, that skill you have of telling my husband to shut up, is what I insist you share with me...I can't even get him to shut up when his mental energy is so strong, but you can... I know why...the Eternal One flows through you...I ask you teach me this, or bring me before the altar of the Eternal One so I may ask personally."

"Yes, your Majesty", Lana gave Helen a curtsy.