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A Neuroscientific Report

Psychic (Natural Telepaths) Medical Science


Chapter 12 continued - Accreditation in "Neuroscience in Psychiatry"
 
Section C


You are a practicing psychiatrist accredited in neuroscience in psychiatry. You have been asked to do an unusual consultancy by the Australian Defense Forces (or say American if you are an American, or German if you are German, whatever). Something bizarre had taken place. It seems their "spies" in Iran had stole some documents from a particular Mosque. Details are not available how this came about. What is puzzling the Australian Military Intelligence is not the actual objective as stated in this report, but how the hell did an exact copy of a true incident in the field that was on their most secret files in a "Fort Knox" type security environment, a report written by one of their undercover type military intelligence operatives in Australia who has never been to Iran, how could this get into the hands of some religious scholar in Iran? While they do not suspect the officer involved, in fact they trust him beyond anything anyone can imagine, requesting an impartial neuro-psych evaluation is part of standard military intelligence procedure in such a situation. So, they had asked you to work out the state-of-mind present at the time of the incident this report is about, of the officer leading this small flock on a field operation.

You are told some basic information such as that there are some puzzling aspects to this. For some reason, the actual report on file was changed to read as a story - except it is so exact and precise with the actual report on file in terms of what had happened and how, that the inescapable conclusion is that particular secret file had been ransacked. The other slightly puzzling aspect is that soldiers in the field may use slang names or brand names for say what you would call binoculars or field glasses or items of this nature. The actual file contained little information about these but did have some, and yet in the story that you are about to read, the slang or brand names have been changed to common names. For example, say "get jodie and see" was changed to "use your field glasses and look." This should not make much difference but it might so if you get stuck, consider a substitution had been made. Again, bear in mind, you are a medical doctor with a special skill - not a military police who want to find how the hell Iran got this, or military analysts who can make sense of why perhaps the objective is written as it is. Focus on your mission.. Your instructions are only to map the state-of-mind of the officer in this story, who is called "General" in the tale even though in ordinary life he wasn't. Also, hypothetically, imagine this is as true as you can imagine in that this is the actual document found but for many reasons we have changed some specifics. In other words, this is a true document - but the military did not want you, a non-military expert, to see some terms or words and also have rephrased some parts so you can understand some things in a simple way. In other words, a certain bias may have been introduced into the story by this changes.

You also reflect and wonder if the military is seriously interested in the state-of-mind of the officer involved, or in fact in the state-of-mind of the Muslim cleric who wrote the objective and then translated a confidential and top secret military file record into a tale. You also suspect, or wonder, if the term 'holiness' may have, in the worst scenario, been in fact something like "Osama Bin Laden". (That is, just reflect on why the military, as you suspect, changed the wording of the objective to disguise the true intent and the recipient.)

In other words, when you are dealing with people who keep secrets, such as larger corporations, police, military, Mafia, Vatican, whoever, what you are getting may be modified and while perhaps minimal modification takes place, the result is that it might make what you receive a touch "more bizarre" or "unusual" or "suspect" when you read in the "natural sense" state of mind. In fact, this type of approach can make you laugh, or vomit depending on what it is about (eg. actual letter from a serial murderer but for some reason the FBI, or equivalent, is not going to show you that asis but insists what they gave you is reasonably close. This type of approach is one hell of a problem for any neuro-psychiatrist because whose "state of mind" are you actually seeing? - the person who, for example, is the serial killer or the agent trying desperately to work out something about the serial killed. This is called a "double bias".

Another thing to bear in mind that in this situation, the miliary might get someone who is not in the army, to rewrite the whole thing - so you can not easily identify that it came from the army, in case you somehow pass this to another psychiatrist or even publish a case study based on the information given to you. And on top of this it might be a translation from one language into another and then back again into the original language. In other words, there are some true challenges when dealing with some "requests" that do not give you the original but "something similar to the original" - do the best you can is my advice, without worrying too much about being too thorough about your analysis.


OBJECTIVE

It has come to my attention, your holiness, that a certain technique can be used to equate brilliant military strategies to our quest to clean up the soul of Islam. What I include below is a story I put together from the actual file. It is exactly much like on the file - but it is in English so I changed it. That file contains so many of these, all seem ever so fine strategies, but I select this one in particular in the hope you are interested. Praise be to Allah.


Military Report To Be Used as the Basis for our Strategy

(note: some names may have been changed or not used; translation from the original language into English may have introduced some errors in syntax and semantics)

Darth was out on patrol in Timor with this brigade of ten soldiers. Australia had a peace keeping role and main role was to find the local militia and disarm them - or shoot them in self-defence. The country side was bathed in Sun. They were walking along a dirt road. One their right rocky hills. The road curved. The day hot and bright. On the left side a valley full of meter or so long tall dry looking long grass. Some rocks scattered across this valley. On the other side trees, scattered, and an outcrop of rocks. Large boulders. These caught the soldiers eye and as they walked each kept an eye on these rocks on the other side which was about 200 meters away.

"Wait!" A soldier took off his machine gun, "I saw a gleam....like from a sniper's sights."

Darth halted, looking across this valley. "Snipers? In this area? I don't think that is likely but a rifle with a sight is possible." He said to his men as they studied the opposite side of the valley.

One soldier was looking through field glasses at the other side. "Sir, those rocks. Gaps between them, too dark to see anything, but a man could hide, could slide into, those gaps."

The soldier handed his officer the field glasses and Darth had a good look. The soldier was right. The large rounded boulders had formed one on top of one another in such a way that gaps, a great many, could be seen between the rocks. Complete blackness in these long gaps. The Sun itself was strong and coming down and that too made it impossible to be certain how deep such dark areas went. Darth passed the field glasses to each soldier, "pass them around, take a very good look at those black areas, the shade, between those rocks. That is the most logical place a sniper...shit...can't be a sniper, that is so unlikely I am not going to worry about that...maybe ten of them...they may be hiding."

While the soldiers took a long time studying the opposite side, talking quietly, pointing out things to themselves, Darth was deep in thought. Each morning he had made it personal interest to read the reports from previous days patrols. One thing was becoming alarming. More and more incidents where taking place in which the casualty list was mounting. No deaths, thank God he always thought, and no life-threatening injuries not even injuries which required amputation or a flight to Australia. The local hospital in a nearby village, which was not that close, was sufficient with Australian Army medicos on stand-by. Darth had made an effort to see each one of these wounded soldiers, to talk them, perhaps offer sympathy if an injury was particular troublesome. He had inspected some of these wounds. Something struck him. His sharp semi-medical eye noticed that the entry wounds of the bullets had a close resemblance to stab wounds with small sharp knives. The only weapon he knew of that caused wounds like this was a particular type of American semi rile with a scope. A nasty piece of work but its range not that long, perhaps 50 meters - that he could not recall for some reason which was puzzling because usually he remembered such details very well.

"Lads, gather around," Darth gathered his group and squatted, the others squatted too, the team forming a large semi-circular reminiscent of an American football team when they plan a strategy. "Listen. I have an idea. You, Adam, starting from the left, are number 1 runner. You focus only on the left of those rocks. You, Jim, are number 10. You are on our far right. You focus only on the right of the rocks. Adam and Jim, you run as fast as you can and straight. The rest of us will run like snakes. If a sniper, which I don't believe but just in case, and even if not this is still best in case there are lots of men in those dark shadows of the rocks, they will focus on the runners going straight. The moment we catch a glimpse of anything, even the reflection from a scope, we open fire. Each of us, while Adam and Jim do not, we focus on one of the dark holes. I will be looking above the rocks just in case some come over the top. We don't want our boots, too heavy, we have to be as swift as we can be. Leave anything you don't need on this side of the road. Lads, what do you think?"

"Unorthodox but I like it." One soldier winked.

"Yeah, let's do." Another nodded.

The matter was decided upon and soon they lined up. When Darth nodded the two runners going straight took off as fast as they could down the valley. The others, each running like a snake might moved, but eyes as sharp as eagles on their target, were following. The run seemed long. Darth was fearing the runners were leaving them behind but this he only saw from the corner of his eyes because most of his eyes were focused above the rocks. They were now down the valley and now running up the other side. Closer and closer and then the first gleam from a rifle scope in one of the dark areas. The two runners, as Darth told them quietly before they began, instantly went to the ground while the others opened fire, firing into the dark areas between the rocks, the bullets many bouncing off causing splinters of rocks spitting, and soon the soldiers were on the side of the rocks and running above them. Clear. A count was made. About ten militia, each in those dark tunnel like cavities. Each with a rifle with a scope.

"Shit." One of the soldiers began to complain, "that ground has so many bindis! My whole foot is pins and needles."

"Mine too." One soldier had sat down, rifle across his legs, as he lifted his foot to find what was sticking in them.

"They don't have bindi eyes here, do they?" One soldier asked Darth.

"Am I a zoologist?" Darth replied, "how do I know if they have our bindis here." (note: bindi a type of short weed which if you step on sticks like a pin into your flesh. Not big "pins", in fact very little pins, but ever so sharp and painful.)

"If we had walked across, they could have picked us off one by one." One soldier remarked, he not so settled, walking about and checking spots they may have missed, in case someone was alive and with a rifle ready to trigger.

"The Captain," one soldier pointed to Darth and spoke to a young lad on his right, "is the Devil himself with his strategies. Last week, you replaced Mick because his wife was giving birth in Sydney and he was flown home, we came across a similar situation. Road on one side," the soldier picked up a stick and drew a plan in the dirt, "and we spotted about twenty men in black with rifles on the other side. We started toward them, thinking we disarm them, but then they hid behind trees ready for us. Darth made us wait and look about. He did not like us going to the other side. Captain has this fetish or fixation about no casualties in his patrols. The odds were not good for that - you know, the thugs armed, the aggressive type local gang we knew about, black uniforms, in the shadows of the trees and behind trees. So, this is so funny, he came up with a bold plan. One of us would volunteer to streak across as fast as he could, and the others would be in pursuit of the streaker, guns at full mast, yelling it was against army regulations and he would be shot if he did not stop. It worked! By the time we got near them, the first one was bewildered by the streaker so much, he dropped his machine gun and puts his hands up and once one does that, the others followed. Mind you, our streaker, "the soldier pointed to a man musing as he listened, "was in his birth suit with his long dick hanging and swinging to and fro and running like his as arse was on fire."

"What happened then?" the young soldier asked.

"We got their weapons and told them to go home." The soldier replied.

"What about the time three weeks before." Another soldier came over and squatted, began to draw in the dirt with his finger a plan of the situation they had come upon, "we were doing rounds of a small village. About thirty militia, well armed, we noticed hiding, waiting for us, as we did one of the rounds. They were behind trees. Villages not good, too many civilians. Captain felt we did not have the numbers to go for them without casualties - but bloody mobile was out of charge again. Sir," the soldier turned to Darth, "why do we get the one stupid mobile that looses charge?"

"Cause the army has such a small budget by the time they get the heavy shit, they have peanuts for small incidental life saving necessatities of life such as mobiles and bandages - so I noticed at that hospital. I swear I have not had one mobile yet that sustained a charge for any length of time." Darth replied.

"Yeah, that pisses me off. We put our butts on the line and we can't get a decent mobile. Anyway," the soldier continued, "so we were stuck. Problem. So captain felt. These pricks behind the trees waiting, were the ones who had raped a few women, this the Captain was sure off. They knew that we suspected, the Captain was sure of this too. For this reason they were likely to fight. Without a mobile, we could not call for a truck of soldiers. So, he came up with this idea. We turned, pretended to walk back toward the village. Now, the village is here," the soldier drew the village, "and past it are two dirt roads, one leading one way, the other the other way. The militia is in the trees in between. We walk back to the nearest store. The Captain is not sure how to tackle this one without casualties but then the Captain saw these two young women in a local make-shift store. Shit - we all saw them! - the breasts on one were so huge and her figure fantastic! The Captain stopped, was looking at them. Much too long. I pull him aside and told him to look away because with all due respect he is looking like a pervert. The Captain ignores me, walks to the two women, and asks them to walk outside and along the path on the left out of the village, and to laugh and chat and if possible show a bit of leg and tit...that is the word he used!...and he explained why. While the two were walking that way, we would be coming along the other path. The Captain felt the more time the militia is distracted by the two women, the more time we have to move closer. And it bloody worked! We waited, gave the women a start, when we thought the militia would have noticed the women and turned to look, and the women were very close to them but on the path, we began to walk on the other path. Quietly as we could, machine guns ready. Slowly, ever so slowly, we could hear the two women moving quickly on the path on the other side and chatting loudly. And we were behind the militia, their eyes on the two women, before one realized we were behind them. Took their rifles, and the Captain wanted them lined up in a straight line. The Captain walked upi and down, studying each one, once, twice, saying nothing, then he said so firmly sounding something like the German commanders of World War II, that we would shoot them if they don't tell us which two of their kind raped those women in the village. The Captain put on this voice, said all this in such a firm and believable way, their heads started to look to one another and then one of them pointed out the two on his left. Those we took with us, the rest we left go. Mind you, carrying so many machine guns back was a pain in the neck. That was their first punishment, the two had to carry all the machine guns."