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Tales in the Spirit for the Young

Chapter 3, A Political Point of View
 

The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy. When the spirit begins to be born in natural life Such life becomes intensely attracted to images of beauty and love and peace. From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

Grace had spent the morning shopping. As she walked about the city, her thoughts were wandering. In a part of her being she was aware, ever so faintly, of the exquisite and artistic mental imagery of the psychics world in their mind. Walking around the shops, was not that much different to walking around in their world. Theirs an ideal world free of anxiety, free of deceit, where love was felt everywhere.

Later that evening after a meal, she laid down and closed her eyes, eager to once again enter the world she was coming to know. A gripping and sensational world. Scenery could so real but ideal and surreal. Peace, tranquility, the settings could alter so quickly causing a feeling of enchantment. Yet it was so very very real and ever so natural in some alien way. Grace had spent days with Lana and Darth, her "new father" as she was thinking of him. She was not sure about the reason but this seemed to come naturally, to feel and think of Lana and Darth in particular, the woman and the man, as her parents also.

How magical it had been! Grace had spent what seemed to be a whole day with her new family. She watched as the girls, Lisa and Sara and Elisha and Harla, got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and in their Catholic school uniforms walked to their high school, chatting away about all sorts of things. It was ever so natural - more so, because when they talked, they used deep feelings few people can ever use in ordinary life. Feelings that made the communication seem special, relevant, ever so intimate.

As she recalled her life in the spirit, as she thought of it and not telepathy, suddenly a strong will gripped her mind and she imagined being in a grassy area. Around her men and women. Many, some in splendid clothes. Some in the dignified old-looking, medieval even, robes of the Lords among the Telepaths Ancestral Families.

The scene became strong in her thoughts. Again it was Canberra. A large grass area near the lake. In the distance on one end the War Memorial, and in the distance across the lake the Old Parliament House. Her new father was in his Darth Vader outfit. It was so much like the Darth Vader outfit of Star Wars but cleaner, neater, less "evil" looking. It was Darth's flow at such times that touched her ever so deeply. Something so noble, majestic, at times bordering on the divine, but above all so so masculine.

"What do you suggest?", she heard her new father turn to a burly looking male with a white label on him "Mafia".

The man made a gesture with his hand, a gesture suggesting "slit the throat."

Darth turned, paced. Grace could see almost everyone had white labels on their tops. At some low-level telepathy regions, word flows were only for the experts, others had to use a technique called "white paper ESP" which used words or symbols on white pages.

Grace noticed Lisa standing next to her, and next to Lisa stood Harla. Both in their usual Catholic school uniform.

"What is your father doing?", she asked Lisa.

Lisa shrugged and pointed into the distance. "Well", she flowed, "over there is the Russell Defence Complex. Our psychics are picking up intense signals. Possibly the military had been asked to assess the situation. By now, about ten police officers had no choice but to see police psychiatrists. By now, many politicians are aware what the psychiatrists explained - the Anglo-Saxon police force in Australia is being driven insane in a way that smells of a military strategy. So, possibly, the reason for all that intense activity...over there", Lisa pointed into the distance at the complex she had in mind.

"And the dog?", Grace pointed to a large German Shepherd walking around, sniffing.

"Ah, come here Rex!", Lisa clapped her hands and the dog turned, ran to her wagging its tail. The dog sat down when it reached Lisa, and Lisa squatted, patting the animal gently and explaining to Grace, "being psychic is not a unique trait to people....some dogs have it...it is rare, but now and then we get a dog among us who literally forms his own image, who imagined itself among us as a dog. They are taught to sniff a certain sense, and that is what Rex is doing, sniffing a scent."

"Sniffing?", Grace imagined also squatting and patting the animal.

"Aha", Lisa nodded, "in December 2004, the Australian police force got executed the psychic way. All police officers with over five years of service...give or take...but about 100, our estimates, were not harmed by the blast which on a relative scale was like the largest nuclear bomb ever exploding. We need to trace them all, find them, and understand why nothing happened to them, why the core life in them, the soul if you will, was not harmed. Rex can help. No one knows how exactly, but a psychic dog like Rex links to a great many other dogs. A person executed by our mind technology, their core life dies, is only left in an automatic mode. For most people, impossible to tell the difference because 96% of an animal-husman's nature and actions are the brain and instinct. But, once a person is executed the psychic way, the small magnetic pulsation each cell in the body produces, begin to change. This causes an odour, a smell. Dogs, usually German Shepherds, can detect this smell. It is ever so subtle. You saw the police officer in our prison the other session, that was one we found and now know why our mind weapon did not affect him."

"It all sounds ever so awful", Grace smiled as she was patting the dog.

"I guess", Lisa stood up because Rex's ears propped up, and he turned and rushed off in a direction, smelling and following a scent. It was the pattern the dog made as he did this, that indicated much to the psychics about the source.

"There he is, that man", Lisa pointed to an image of a police officer sitting on a seat. She leant and explained to Grace, "he has a natural will...our angels decided he is an example of what a police officer acceptable to God is...he is probably the only one in the world with that unique nature. Therefore, from his seed, a new Life in the Spirit shall emerge."

"I see", Grace nodded as she studied the cop on the park seat.

Grace's eyes focused on her new father who was walking to three women and asked, "have you worked it out yet?"

"Almost", came the reply.

Lisa, who was in on this, explained to Grace, "in our Third Testament, our Holy Book, there is this phrase "When the spirit begins to be born in natural life, Such life becomes intensely attracted to images of beauty and love and peace". We are trying to reword this to apply to a dog. Dogs use their sense of smell mainly, so we figure. So what would be lovely smells to a dog? That is what the three animal experts over there", Lisa pointed to the three women psychics, "are pondering about. Rex can trace a psychic sense of interest to us, that our psychics can not, and maybe he can be taught to trace those 99 or so police officers we need to find and identify, that were not harmed by our psychic execution."

"I understand", Grace nodded. She was becoming more and more fascinated with the psychic science and wisdom. They seemed to know so many things and in so many ways.

Grace watched Rex for a while, then turned her attention to the many gathered. They settled in groups, talking business their way. She saw Harla, and heard her, go to her father and he leant and she whispered, "while we are waiting  for ", Harla motioned with her hand to Rex busy tracing an invisible scent, making all sorts of patterns, "pretend you are a politician, head of a New Australia party."

Darth glanced at Lana standing on the side holding Sam, twelve months old, and swaying with him. She nodded and turned and sat down on a seat. Darth walked to the middle and flowed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears. This new political party of ours has many policies. For starters, a salary cap of 1 million dollars. Anything else can go to schools, hospitals, charities, refugee centres."

Darth paused as man and women imagined blankets and sat down eager to listen. He continued, "then we will welcome with open arms all those boat people who drift across the ocean on boats so full of holes its a miracle they make it. Men and women of such courage, to brave the vast ocean and its currents and treachery, is what every country needs."

Darth paused, looked about, and continued. "We will set up a new type of job centre. One that makes it simple for people working in the same field, yet travelling long distances, to easily relocate jobs. At the moment an accountant might spend two hours on a train or car going to a suburb, while an accountant from that suburb spends the same time going to that suburb. The waste of petrol, time, the stress of traffic, and the pollution all this causes. The answer is simple, relocate the place of work."

Darth paused and continued. "What other policies? A strong constitution in which the Sanctity of Life, Personal Liberty, and Freedom of Choice are the foundation. At the moment Australia has no constitution except a colonial Anglo-Saxon "Ego" trip. The Anglo-Saxon shit was about control and domination, and how to form an administration that enforces the protection of a handful of people who have lots of wealth. Its a class mentality the Anglo-Saxon shit had, and everything about them can be understood from that perspective. At the moment, if you have $10,000, you can walk into almost any court and suddenly find a court order stopping you seeing your family. Common practice in Anglo-Saxon shit courts, its their biggest business."

Darth paused, and continued, and this time he walked about. "There are certain things we take for granted. Relative freedom from violence. This ought to be enshrined in our new constitution, the government compelled to act in any way to improve this or make sure it becomes stronger. We do not lack food. Our farmers needs lots of encouragement to continue the good work. With the draught, many are loosing their property to banks. Does a bank feed? You have to be kidding."

Darth paused, and continued. "We need to become self-suficient in our working framework. I can not recall the last time I bought something that was made in Australia. Always it seems to be made in China. The bullshit the economists tell you about free world trade, is just bullshit. It makes a handful of the super-rich ever richer, that is the reason for it."

Darth paused and continued. "We must never forget the lessons of Vietnam of Gallipoli. So many young men were forced to go to Vietnam as soldiers and kill thousands of Vietnamese children. No conscription will be a clause in our new constitution. Also no bullshit. In the early 1900's, so many young men were told lie after lie, to enlist, to become a soldier, to go to Gallipoli, that it was an adventure, that it would make a man out of you. Not sure that a corpse is a man in any way. So, about 60,000 young Australians died because Anglo-Saxon bullshit wanted to show the world how cunning it is at convincing young men full of life to go and get themselves killed. If the Anzacs could speak, they would probably tell every Australia to get rid of the Anglo-Saxon shit from the country once and for all."

Darth paused and walked about, flowing. "There are things in life that every person has a right to. A reasonable and decent job. Access to some of the luxuries money can purchase. The right to work would need to be enshrined in a new constitution, and it would be up to the governments to make sure work is always available for all, young and old, whomever wants to work."

Darth paused and continued. "The new constitution would not allow anyone to be a magistrate or judge for more than 10 years. Such people go insane, clinically, after such a time of playing god. Any jury of twelve randomly chosen could sack any magistrate or judge at anytime. The Anglo-Saxon shit had to enshrine its legal system as a sacred cow, because from that legal system stems their strength of control and domination. The word law would be scrapped, replaced by the concept of justice. Each Australian would have natural rights under the constitution thus the word "right" would usually replace the word "law". That would confuse the Anglo-Saxon no end, but would be loved by all Australians."

Darth paused, not sure if to go on. He glanced at Lana who was musing at his flows. He looked about at the audience which was considerable. Everyone seemed to be interested in what he had to say.

"All right, what else, let me think", Darth replied, trying to formulate his policies as he went, "medical care free as always, but also the legal system would be changed so lawyers would have to win a case in court in order to receive anything. That would get rid of trash from that occupation group."

Darth paused, and continued. "The biggest challenge would be to educate people about economics. At the moment, one politician stands and screams "where is the money coming from!", and everyone becomes worried. That is brainwashing. The money supply is regulated by various means. Printing money in itself will never cause a problem as long as the economy is balanced. In the new constitution, it would be up to the people, not anyone else, to make a decision about how much money they would allow in the economy. Not an easy thing to educate people about, but it is important. It would also be up to the people, not politicians, to decide how much politicians ought to get paid."

Darth paused and continued. "Australia is one of the smallest countries in terms of people. It can not defend itself, should it be attacked. For this reason we do need strong allies, one of which is the United States. But if a conflict arises, its not going to be the American politicians standing with a gun, its going to be nineteen and twenty year olds. For this reason, we should introduce various...friendly...visiting permits to young Americans...we want them to fall in love with our country from a young age...I can not think of anything specific but many clever people could work on aspects of this. Should the crunch come, I don't care what the American politicians want or not want, I want their armed forces to have fallen so much in love with our land, that on even hearing a whisper in the wind that Australia might be under threat, they will ignore their politicians and board their ships ready to come and help defend us. That is a true military strategy. It is worthy of a department to work on this."

Darth paused and looked at Lana. Lisa and Harla had joined Lana, Sam was on the ground sitting up and playing with imaginary grass. The three looked rather entertained, as if they shared a secret, by Darth's flow.

"What about religion, dad", Lisa leant and shouted.

Darth thought about this, and continued. "Freedom of choice would be enshrined in our new constitution. So, regardless of how pathetic a religion such as, for example, Hinduism, might be - nothing personal, just an example (Darth's turned to where an Indian woman stood) -  anyone who wants to practice this, is welcome to do so. Any religion that does not oppress others in real terms, can develop in its own way. However, the medical profession would be given the right to make a decision to save a person's life, regardless of what their particular religious belief was. For example, a physician would make up his or her mind on behalf of a child of a Jehovah's Witness parent who feels abstaining from blood is something holy. By all means, let it be so, but not when it involves others or life threatening issues. Remember, Sanctity of Life is the foremost commandment in our new constitution, thus freedom of choice and personal liberty means nothing when the primary commandment is the issue."

Darth paused, and paced, and continued. "All police in the country would be disarmed. Special squads only would be allowed to carry arms, and these would be attached to the military not police, but in the service of police."

Darth paused, and continued. "All major laws - sorry, rights - would have to be presented to the people at election time, and each would vote for such. It is only how the people understood what they voted for, that would be the issue courts would have to consider."

Darth paused and continued. "Some of the myths the human shit tries to sell people, such as innocent until proven guilty, would be enshrined in our new constitution. At the moment, if you research the local court system, the only court system the vast majority can afford, it is shit upon shit and whoever has the money to purchase a court order, can usually find a way to do so."