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Tales in the Spirit for the Young

Chapter 1, A Prisoner
 

The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy. With my true and only Son being born into the world Humanity has but one choice Either they conform to the Law of Life Or to hell they begin their descent even while still alive in the flesh. Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

Metal doors parted. A tall black male entered. His suit similar to the Darth Vader of Star Wars but more refined, less mechanical looking. By his side two of his telepathic daughters. Lisa, sixteen, in her usual long yellow, wide at the base, kind of old-fashioned gown, and Harla, twelve, in a dark velvet gown similar in style to Lisa's. On Lisa's head the Crown of Andromeda. A low-level crown made of rich red jewels that caught and reflected the faintest light. Lisa was the first-born to the first-born and among their king the first-born was the head, like King or Queen, of their kind. More so, for the first-born was often worshipped in the manner of the God-Kings of Ancient Egypt. Lisa could wear the Crown of Andromeda anytime, it was her destiny and her natural right.

"You see, dad, the problem is that now I have two dates", Harla was chatting away in an animated way, often using hand gestures to clarify meaning. Harla was prone to period of just chattering. She had a nice soft feminine flow which her father was rather fond of listening to, regardless of what she was actually talking about.

As they walked along, tall dark figures with hoods so large neither their faces or hands could be seen, could be seen pressed along the corridor's walls. These were the "Black Guards" of this psychic community - psychics so strong their power of mind could physically kill perhaps fifty people instantly, an instant shock to the brain.

Lisa had lush blond hair, much waves in her hair. Harla had lush jet black hair. They were both lovely girls. Lisa's eyes the color of heaven. Lisa was a very "royal" child, an aura about her suggesting she was born to be Queen when of age. Harla had dark eyes and a most endearing personality that everyone took to. On Harla's hair the low-level golden crown of a Telepathic Princess.

As they turned into another corridor, Harla still chatting away enthusiastically about these two boys both of which asked her to go to a dance with, and she forgetting she has already agreed to go with one, also agreed to go with another. This was not the first time Harla had done this. Her charming nature had attracted boys to her since she was ever so young.

A tall male in a dark robe, a most handsome looking male, with a young attractive girl about eighteen, she in a long white gown, met the three before a set of doors along one side of the corridor.

"Your Majesty", the tall Lord gave a bow and delicately pointed to the young lady with him, who gave a curtsy, "my telepathic daughter...recently adopted from a Jewish Life in the Spirit group...may she join you and ask as she will?"

"Certainly", Darth nodded.

The four continued down the corridor and into a room guarded by two Black Guards. They entered the chamber. A large oval room with a dark blue light. Sitting on a bed hanging by chains from a wall, a man in a uniform of a police officer.

Darth paused, studied the man.

"Why does your father were such a black outfit", the girl whose name had been given as Grace, asked Lisa.

Lisa took Grace aside. They sat down on another bed hanging from the wall. "Well", Lisa explained, "my dad", she pointed to Darth standing still, studying the policeman, "is the Holy Spirit, so we believe, so our myths and legends say. Male first-borns are extremely rare among us. Dad in only the third male first-born in our history. In him the spirit of Life, of God, the most advanced life in existence. Because true pure Life is in my father, anything else compared to such Life is death, and the reason he hides the truth deep inside his black armour. Sometimes the spirit shines through, the darkness can not overcome it."

"Thank you for explaining", Grace smiled and studied the tall Darth Vader image.

"While dad is thinking", Harla came over and took Grace's hand and she stood up, "come and meet mother".

Harla, holding the girl's hand, exited through a door but instead of the corridor, the two imagined walking into a large chamber. Like an inside of an apartment. A balcony was seen behind white laced curtains. Standing on that balcony a woman looking at the night heaven. Harla walked to the balcony and gave a curtsy, "excuse me, mum, but I want you to meet a friend of ours...she is new...her name is Grace."

"Hello", Lana smiled at the new girl.

Grace studied the woman. She was beautiful. She wore a dark cream long gown which did not hide her figure in that her generous breasts could be made out, her slightly narrow waist, and long legs. Her hair was black and long. She wore it at the moment in a way that it was bundled and cascaded down her right front.

"This is one of my three mums", Harla explained, "the other two you will meet. This mum", Harla pointed at Lana, "is the mum dad and us spend most of our time with. Our telepathy way of life has many levels and depths. The higher the lifts of awareness, the less often do such interactions take place. The low-level telepathy plane is what we use almost daily, and it is very much a replica of ordinary life. Anyway, let's go back and see what is happening with the prisoner."

Harla took Grace's hand and they walked through the room, Harla explaining, "in my father is the Holy Spirit, so we accept and believe, but in my mother, that one", Harla half turned and pointed with her other hand to Lana on the balcony, "is the spirit of the Eternal One. She is his daughter, Daughter of the Eternal One. The Eternal One is like Lord God of this physical universe. His consciousness rests like around the borders of the universe, resting in the horizons of time and space."

"Do you understand all this?", Grace asked.

"Not really", Harla smiled, "but it is what I have learnt to believe...makes some things ever so simple to rationalize."

They walked through a door and were now back in the chamber with the image of the police officer. They stopped still, standing neatly, waiting. Lisa was standing next to her father, her arm around his waist, she pressing into him.

Harla whispered to Grace, "Lisa has this very special bond with our father", she nodded vigorously as her big eyes looked at Grace's eyes.

"I heard that", Lisa spun around and walked to her sister, and used that fine feminine royal flow she could use, "of late, dear sister, you are seriously competing with me", she shook her finger at Harla.

Harla tried hard not to laugh and gave Lisa a curtsy, "yes, your Majesty."

"You both are very formal with one another", Grace took a deep breath and said.

In response the mental imagery altered. An image of a house by the beach. A man in a black suit with a white shirt and a tie walking in and with him four girls of various ages. He meets a woman, Lana, in a black Islamic dress and white head covering holding a baby and gives her a kiss. The girls walk into the kitchen, each grabs a fruit from a bowl, they are chatting away as they do this.

Grace imagined standing in the living room and Lisa in a Catholic girls school uniform next to her, explaining as she shook her head, "no, we are not very formal usually....this setting is our main way of life...this is where we live...we have schools, shops, transport, all this, in this replica of ordinary life. We call this a life in transition. Its only in our more formal settings, like of that space station, that we sometimes are formal. Usually its mum", Lisa pointed to Lana swaying with the baby and listening to Harla telling her mother about her day, "who wears the Crown of Andromeda....but because I am the first-born to my father", she pointed into the master bedroom, the louvre doors parted, who was taking his tie and jacket off, "the Crown of Andromeda, the leadership of our people, is my destiny when I am of age. But until then I can wear the Crown anytime I choose, anytime it pleases me, anytime I want to. Because of this....God-King or Goddess-Queen mentality among our kind, even though I am young, and because my father is a male, my people saw me as their Queen from even when I was seven."

The imagery changed back to the chamber in the space station. Lisa turned and walked back to stand near her father. Darth began pacing about and explaining to the lifeless image of the police officer on the bed. "You see, I was naive about what police are all about. Then I did some volunteer work for St. Vincent's de Paul, a Catholic organization that helps people find shelter and gives them food. I began to hear stories about police and courts in Australia. I found these hard to swallow."

Darth paused, waited until he was certain the police officer heard his "voice" in his imagination clearly, and he continued as he paced about. "The message I was getting from the poor people was that the local courts in the country sell court orders using various techniques. That police fabricate charges and invent criminal records for people. I simply could not believe this. But alas, in a way I was wealthy then, a high paid job, very highly paid, and could not easily relate to the plight of those with no money. So what was I to do?"

Darth paused, walked about back and forth, and continued. "Well, I said to myself, a Servant of God, that I am, so I better become poor and do some research into this police and local court situation in Australia."

Darth paused, walked about, and continued. "And behold, five years down the track, I had mysteries on my hand. You see", Darth sat down next to the motionless image, "I also sell medical software to doctors even hospitals. Software I researched and developed myself. It uses an artificial intelligence engine, a very powerful logic and deduction techniques. Using this software, and feeding my research into it, would you believe what sort of answers I received?"

Darth stood, paced about, then continued. "I will tell you anyway. My artificial intelligence told me police are zealots and fanatics of a religion called law. It is a religion to those prepared to kill and imprison in the name of their beloved religion. It told me the reason a man or woman wants to be a police officer is because they get a "blood thrill" out of handcuffing people, putting them in cells the animal cruelty organizations would not allow pets to be locked in, and many other things did it tell me."

Lisa rushed to the bed and sat next to the policeman, "you see, sir", she used her elegant lady-like flow, "my father decided to put a report about this, and in particular one case, and sell it on Internet. Well, the response received was above his expectations. It seems the ordinary person knows by instinct that police are dangerous, are nothing more than fools of courts, and are dedicated to forcing down everybody's throat a religion that few actually want to worship."

Darth paced as he listened, and now he flowed. "Then in December 2004, the unthinkable happened. In Australia, a local court had the audacity to threaten one of our kind. That means war. Every police officer in Australia with over five years of service, was executed the psychic way. Your soul, the core life in you, was killed. But because your body is still alive and walks on Earth, the body will begin to generate a core life - except only mother nature can do that, the core life your body will generate will be nowhere near this physical universe. It will be in an abyss, a psychic pit we call it, a dimension of horror. The horror your kind cause to people by throwing them out of homes if they can not longer find work and can not pay rent, the horror your kind causes families by handcuffing their sons and daughters for so called crimes against your law, is the horror that will return to you in the abyss."

Lisa interjected, explaining quietly and softly to the image, "you make yourself gods with your courts and your weapons and numbers. Problem is, in 2004, in Australia, your kind have threatened real gods, our kind of life. We do not", she shook her head vigorously, "approve of such...and we enforce our law in this regard...surely you must have respect for us, that is what you do, you force down peoples throat man made laws, well, since 2004, we force upon you our laws."

Lisa stood up and walked away and turned to face the police officer. She stood quietly with hands clasped behind.

Grace, standing at the back with Harla, and having observed Lisa - her longish wavy blond hair, her ever so light blue eyes, the fine features of her face, and that delicate majestic flow she used - turned to Harla, whispering, "your sister is lovely."

"Aha", Harla nodded vigorously to Grace.

Darth paced about and flowed. "Some 2000 years ago, when one of our kind was raped by a member of the Roman Legion, our mind weapons executed literally every member of that legion. A physical kill that was. I tell you a mystery, that is the true reason the Roman Empire converted to Christianity, thinking it was God who slew their soldiers. And maybe He did through our ancestors. But", Darth sat down next to the image again, "we were tempted in 2004 to literally kill a few thousand Australian police officers - the soldiers of the courts. A soldier is a fool if he or she does not realize a soldier can be badly wounded or killed in a conflict. You were soldiers, and the soldiers have been executed the psychic way. Instead of a physical kill, an option we are not closing altogether, we want to take this opportunity to put into place a special field, a force field, around the planet that will make sure not one will be born on the planet who will ever again want to be a soldier or police officer."

Darth stood and walked away. As he did, at first faint but then strong mental images of the police officer in ordinary life came to their minds - in a police car, patrolling the city streets of Melbourne, at home with his wife and children, putting handcuffs on people, putting them in cells, and so on. Then a strong mental image of a police officer standing by his police car and talking to his radio "requesting backup urgently."

In the chamber were two Black Guards. These menacing looking figures often stood in shadows and dark places, hence rarely could they be seen easily. At Darth's signal, the two began locking the will of the police officer using their psychic powers. The brain of the policeman, and in Australia at this time it was late at night and the policeman in bed ready to go to sleep, became more and more silent. The more silent it became, the clearer came the echo "requesting backup urgently."

They all waited, standing motionless, while the Black Guards suppressed more and more of the brain of the policeman, sending the brain into an inactive state. But the echo kept coming continually.

Eventually Darth gave the signal to the two guards who freed their telepathic lock. Darth sat down next to the police officer. "Ah, that echo in you...its what we need...when your soul begins to be born beyond the grave, that echo will act like a magnetic, attracting other police officers, those in your line of work, to drift beyond the grave. That echo was burnt into your will...amygdala if you are medically minded and want to relate this to the brain...it is an echo that will survive beyond the grave...acting like a beacon, attracting others of your kind to desire a psychic pit beyond the grave."

Darth stood, walked about. "When we executed the judiciary and police of Australia in December 2004, we expected the psychic pit beyond the grave to form well and quickly. We were wrong. Formed beautifully it did, yes, but hardly quickly and its expanding ever so slowly. Our thinkers have worked out that a call, like the one from your amygdala, is what we want inside the psychic pit."

Darth paused, walked in a wider circle, then stood between the police officer and Lisa, and pointed to Lisa, "what would you do for a chance to marry me daughter? You can see the beauty of her vision, of her form, and her flow so lovely. Would you be willing to spend five hundred years beyond the grave for a chance to...wed...my daughter?"

Darth gave a signal to the Black Guards who again suppressed the brain activity in the officer, until from the depths of his soul came a feeling, "I would".

Lisa blushed and lowered her head, turned her face to the side.

Darth walked to Lisa, flowed softly in an amused flow, "wow..what a weapon you are, my lovely one."

Lisa shook her head in a way conveying "I am not amused."

Darth turned, delighted at Lisa's natural response. He explained to the police officer, "my first-born daughter is not the only jewel in the night...that one over there", he pointed to Harla who rushed to her father and wrapped her arms around his waist as she studied the policeman, "is only twelve but since she was about seven, she had to chase boys away who wanted to play with her, run after her, do things with her. One day she will be a woman."

Grace, standing quietly, was overcome by the flows and feelings and sensations. She took a deep breath. Lisa turned, then walked to stand next to Grace. Grace said softly, "you are like gods, all of you! The flows, the feelings, the grandeur of the imagery...and I have no doubt you can do magic with the power of your psychic minds."

"Some of us can", Lisa nodded, "but dad", she pointed to Darth, "and me", she pointed to herself, "are not very competent psychics...we are just telepaths, not so much psychic", she shook her head in the negative, "but we have thousands among us who are such competent and powerful psychics, they scare us even", Lisa gave a short laugh.

Metal doors opened. Grace turned to see a most striking woman walk into the chamber. She wore a long light blue dress. She had blong hair similar to Lisa's, and her eyes also similar, as were her facial features. As she walked in, the Crown of Andromeda formed on her head and faded from Lisa's, on Lisa's head formed the crown of the first-born not yet of age, exactly alike the Crown of Andromeda except made of light red jewels.

"Wow...she is beautiful", Grace whispered to Lisa, "why does she look ever so much like you?"

"That's how it works", Lisa shrugged, "that is Helen, my first mother. She is my father's eternal companion. Like his wife number 1, except Lana is really that...oh, that is always ever so awkward to explain....anyway, when I was born at age two, I imagined my image in the image of my mother", she pointed to Helen who stopped, and was smiling at Grace as she studied the girl. Lisa continued, "well, a Natural Telepath child imagines themselves at first in the image of their father or mother, in their way of life, and the reason I look ever so much like Helen", Lisa pointed to Helen, "and you might have noticed Harla is almost a spitting image of Lana...you can notice that especially when Harla wears her usual knee long skirt, her legs already long and thin and just perfect like Lana's....of course, in time, we change, we adopt something of our own looks in ordinary life, into how our mental image appears."

"Welcome", Helen smiled at Grace and made a subtle bow with her head.

"Thank you....Queen...Goddess....eh", Grace fumbled as she imagined giving a curtsy.

"Just call me Helen", Helen replied and walked to her husband, put her hand in his, "this one any good?", she pointed to the policeman.

"Perfect", Darth replied softly, "but alas...he is also unique....a unique natural life of the planet that chose to be a policeman...that is the reason our mind weapon did not touch him...it does not touch those with a true natural will...so this person is the ideal human policeman?....in the interest of humanity, we can not afford to waste him beyond the grave."

"Okay", Helen turned to her left, clapped her hands once softly, and one of the Black Guards came near and stood with head lowered, "you did well, this one perfect for our just cause, but humanity could use him, so find another. We want that echo etched on the will, we need one of those in the psychic pit cause its bloody slow."

"Yes, your Majesty", the Black Guard gave a bow and returned, walking backwards, to the side of the chamber and blended into the dark shadows.

The imagery changed. Grace could see clearly Darth exiting the chamber, ashe did the Darth Vader suit faded and he was dressed as a man. He was walking into the room where Lana was. Grace could see her coming from the balcony to greet her husband, she gave him a kiss, led him to an unusual long seat, sat him down, she sat pressing against him, "how did it go?", she asked in a smooth soft tone.

"That policeman was perfect but also unique", Darth explained, "much better use for him in Life in the Spirit. A shame, cause it took over two years to find one with that particular etching on the will we want."

Lana strecthed herself out partially, rested her body in her husband's arms, put his arms around her, she put one of her hands on his arm and rubbed it, "I was looking, gazing, into the night stars. Your Eternal One is my father in some way, I accept that and believe it. I could hear this deep deep flow of eternity coming into me...how wonderful...how special...no wonder you love the Eternal One perhaps more than your heavenly Father."

"My Eternal One is special", Darth replied using a deep deep eternal flow.

Lana sat up and punched him on the arm, "the way you flow that! As if He is yours and yours alone....gees...don't forget I am his daughter", she against rested against her husband.

The imagery changed to a real-life image in Melbourne, Australia. A policeman with a partner walking past shops. Darth imagined standing blocking his path. "Get yourself a promotion, a desk job", he flowed, "this job of yours has its risks...and we do not want to loose you prematurely."

The imagery changed. To inside a house. The imagery became very strong. The policeman imagined sitting at a table. Lisa, in a school uniform, and Harla, also in one, were sitting at the table taking an apple from a basket. Darth, as a man, was sitting at the table too. In the kitchen that adjoined the very large dining room, a woman with longish brown hair was stirring a cake mix in a bowl.

"That's our other mum", Harla pointed with her hand behind without looking, "that is Lisa-1, a celibate Catholic Sister in ordinary life, dad's wife number 2 in a sense, and this strong will setting is called a Catholic will setting."

It was the charming innocent matter of fact way that Harla said this, and her big bright eyes that seemed to convey so much, and her charming head shaking, that made the policeman think how pretty and attractive this child was. Lisa, sensing this, stood and walked to the other side where the policeman sat, and whispered into his ear, "dad and mum do not mind boys Harla's age chasing her and wanting to be with her, but they would have a problem with a man chasing her, she is only twelve", Lisa nodded and returned to where she had sat.

Lisa-1 came over and handed the policeman a cup of tea. "Drink...you are Catholic in ordinary life...at the moment you are laying awake in bed in your own house...in a moment...your wife will awaken...she is a Catholic too...her will now with mine...she will see you are not sleeping...she will say exactly the words "would you like a tea dear?"...to which you reply, "yes, love a tea", use those exact words. Catholics in the spirit are a community, a union in the spirit, a union of flesh and spirit...my spirit can control for a time the flesh of any natural Catholic woman of faith...and your wife is."

Lisa-1 walked away.

Grace now imagined herself sitting down across Darth, he on the side of the table, and Grace writing the word "LOVE" on a piece of white paper and passing it to Darth.

"Thanks", Darth imagined writing back, not certain in which context Grace had meant this.

Grace turned to Lisa sitting two chairs down from her. "I think my father and yours can be friends in the spirit."

"In the spirit", Lisa shook her head, "your father does not want my father as enemy."

"Why did you say that?", Grace leant forward a touch.

"No reason", Lisa shrugged, "just a statement of fact."

In Catholic settings, by some mystery, telepathy skills are not needed. Speech like thoughts take place natrually. The policeman for the first time manage to form his thoughts in a way that came out as speech. "My name is Frank...its a nick name", he said.

"Hi", Lisa stretched out one hand to the policeman and shook it, "and I am Lisa, and this is Harla my sister, telepathic relationships we use, and that is Grace a friend, and that is mum called Lisa-1", she pointed to where Lisa-1 was in the kitchen busy, "and that is dad...the Holy Spirit to us...or Darth Vader to us...or just a man to us...as the occassion calls for it."

"Can I just point out", the policeman said, "this feels insane to me...I see visions in my head I can not shake."

"Bah, this is nothing", Lisa waved her hand in a dismissing fashion, "try having that man as your father", she pointed at Darth, "and you would glide into dimensions and alien worlds and small pseudo heavens that are beyond comprehension to mortals."

"But Lisa, you are a Natural Telepath", Harla said, "and this is nothing to you...but I was adopted from an Islamic Life in the Spirit...and this was incredible, this type of vision, the first time I was in it", she nodded vigorously.

The policeman, watching how Harla replied and the way she nodded, could not help to suppress a thought that escaped, "that one is absolutely charming."

"Thanks", Harla turned shy and lowered her head.

"Her fault the boys chase her", Lisa shrugged, "she can't help herself, she is charming, endearing, and those big eyes of hers can convey so much without Harla needing to say anything. Sometimes if you watch mum, Lana mum that is, and Harla, together shopping, Harla looks at mum with those big eyes and her face just conveys question after question. She does not have to say anything, and you see mum replying to Harla's silent question which no one can hear, mum just knows what Harla is asking. Once I was with them, and this annoyed me, so I told Harla she better ask a question now and then else everyone will think mum is mad and talking to herself."

Harla stood up. "I am embarrassed and going to my room", she said and walked down a long hall.