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Tales in the Spirit for the Young

Chapter 5, Onward Christian Soldiers
 

The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy. Reveal all that had been foretold Bear in mind the complexities of translation Of the human experience into words. From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

In a panoramic mountain setting, the imagery and the morning Sun spectacular in the vision, the psychics imagined sitting on horses. Their numbers huge. Standing all around the mounted figures hundreds of youth from various walks of life who began to imagine being among them during some interactions.

Darth rode about on his white stallion, flowing deep noble thoughts, explaining. "By coincidence perhaps, there is a part of our City in the Sky which has a name very close to the Biblical Armageddon. By coincidence, it is in that part of our worlds of the mind, that our noble knights began to gather for the final battle. All thugs with guns, whatever they are called, police, army, mafia, militia, begin a descend into a psychic pit beyond the grave. In December 2004, our technological weapon laid the foundation for this - but possibly such a foundation has been prepared from the beginning of the world."

Darth paused, rode about inspecting his "troops", most Black Guards with their deep big hoods that neither their faces or hands could be seen. "Since 2004, our telepathic wills have also been targetting Australian police officers on a daily basis. In order to understand the steps into the psychic pit while a person is still alive in the body, this is a slow and tedious affair, requiring dedication and commitment on behalf of our psychic scientists and medicos."

As he spoke, about ten images of men in police uniform, and two women, now formed in the imagery. Most frozen figures. As this happened, in the distance two Australian Aboriginal warriors and behind them a haunting image of a ghost-like ship, a Tall Ship. Darth pointed to the image as he encircled the police. "Dead or alive in the body, scum like you go to where the thieves and murders called Anglo-Saxon, are. Beyond the grave. The reason for this is that our psychic pit is operating since 2004, but natural laws of the universe, laws of life, make sure life that is disgusting does not die with the body. I am personally interested to drag some of these shit of the past into our new controlled and managed psychic pits."

Darth paused, and glanced at a girl who seemed to be sobbing. He rode to her. "In ordinary life, your father is an Australian police officer, eh? Distance yourself from him. Our mind weapons spread a virus that hooks into human articulation areas, causing the person to articulate in such a way as to form specific patterns. The virus spreads itself by word of mouth. Each time your father speaks now, a part of the virus pattern forms in your thoughts as you listen. Your choice. Do you love the flesh more than life? If so, you will join your father in time as the virus connects to the psychic pits."

Darth rode about, projecting various images. "In Australia, the horror of the Anglo-Saxon shit called the police is becoming apparent almost daily. Just the other day a man refused to be harassed by two thugs with guns called police, so one of them shot him. The next day the news media screams, "the most wanted man on police bail shot to death by a police officer." Fascinating! How stupid do these thugs think people are? The most wanted man on police bail? What did he do I wonder, visit his grandmother in a nursing home? Read our medico-reports those who think this is a fabrication - the Anglo-Saxon shit in that country is blatantly selling court orders that force people not to see relatives, and then the purchaser of such a court order sets about legally transferring wealth of such an elderly person to themselves. No decent human being is going to worry about the shit with guns in such matters, and will visit mother or father in a nursing home. And the thugs with their guns wait and arrest such people. The Anglo-Saxon shit is about will, about control and domination, about protecting the super rich from the masses. The thug with his or her gun is nothing more than a zealot and fanatic of a religion called law."

Darth rode the the images of the police officers. "Goodness, the telepathic will is now forcing such mental imagery into your heads, two of you have lost control of your bladder. That's the nature of cowards - they carry weapons, they go around in groups, they call for backup, but when the truth hits the cowards wets himself."

Darth paused, and rode around in wider circles. "Each motion I make forms such a pattern in your brain not the power of the cosmos could take you away from my hand. Your kind are fodder for our fascinating new project, a psychic pit beyond the grave."

Suddenly Darth paused and focused on one image, and rode to it excited. "Wow! One of the thugs who smashed the head of an Australian woman against a pavement during APEC. The world media even saw that. A week or so later, again the thugs are smashing the heads of another woman against a stone pavement. From now on, it may take a while, the animal-human will is tough, you will feel more and more compelled to smash your own head against a brick wall. No matter where you are, no matter where you walk, my word binds, my words binds heaven, my words binds love, my word binds peace, my word binds war. Now my word bind you to have a fantasy so compelling every brick wall will start looking so inviting and appealing to you. I want to understand the actual processes in the animal-human brain that block such an action, so our scientists will carefully monitor you."

Darth paused, and rode to the child of the police officer. He stood, on his steed, near her, explaining. "It is only a matter of time. The look in the eyes of fifteen and sixteen year old when they see a thug with his or her gun walking past, is death, death at some time. The shit with guns is god in its own eyes, but the young of today have no fear of such gods for some reason, and nothing but loathing in their eyes. How many Australian children your age has your father killed in his car pursuits? Ask him. How man families has he kicked out of their houses because a court wrote a court order? Ask him. How many times has he seen a magistrate or judge accept lots of money to sign court orders? Ask him, most police officer with over twenty years of service would have seen this at least once."

Darth rode about the group of young people around this girl. "My kind have our laws. No one threatens one of us with will and intent. The punishment for that in this Revelation is the psychic pit beyond the grave and insanity as the body ages. You ought to respect this....it is our law...and you are taught to respect law...well, where is the contradiction? A police officer in Australia who truly respects the law, perhaps ought to put a gun to their own head to save so much paperwork, after all, they have violated our laws and no one violates our laws and lives a normal life ever again, in this world or the next."

As Darth spoke, more and more of the psychics on horses formed in the imagery. The panoramic imagery changed to the place that the psychics called a setting, a name so close to the Biblical Armageddon. Darth rode about, flowing, "onward Christian shoulders. The beast now walks on the sand. The beast buys for itself more and more thugs and weapons. The beast now has the audacity to threaten one of our kind. After a short tribulation, when our will is done, humanity will adjust itself, will find alternatives to police and armies. Do not worry about that. The status-quo, the inertia, in an ordinary person, is such that it acts as the...alternate...point of view. We don't concern ourselves with the alternate point of view."

As Darth rode about, a Catholic virtual reality setting began to overlap. In the setting a man, a policeman, facing a Catholic woman of faith. Lovely surreal imagery. Seeing this imagery Darth pointed to one of the police officers imprisoned in the telepathic will, "you are free, the truth has set you free, go in peace, go your way, you do not know us or understand us."

Lisa, in her usual yellow kind of old-fashioned gown, rode on a dark brown stallion to her father. On her head the Crown of Andromeda. Using her lovely sixteen year old flow, she flowed, "father....stop that...each time one of our prisoners suddenly has a leap of faith, you set them free...but that means we loose fodder for our psychic pit beyond the grave."

Darth drew closer, saying softly to her, "our war is with pigs with guns, human apes called police who arrest people who object to court orders being sold so openly in local courts in Australia, not with the spirit of God. The simplest, the youngest, whatever their age in ordinary life, soul that is born as a child of God, no longer belongs to the gods or armies of this human world. Our battle is on the physical plane, not the heavenly plane."

"Well, dad", Lisa moved her horse around and the horse took fright and lifted his front legs high and neighed, and Lisa had to pat and settle her stallion, then she called some of the psychics over, "while I respect my father's point of view, I want you lot to start blocking all these Christian, Jewish, Muslim, what not, do-gooders who keep stealing our fodder and giving birth to the spirit in those who are our mark, who have the seal of the beast on their foreheads."

"Yes, your Majesty", one of the psychics flowed as the others bowed their head. They turned their horses, and began sensing where the "do gooders" telepathy channels were.

The imagery changed to panoramic imagery in the Australian outback. The psychics formed images of themselves, as did the hundreds of young ones, and a group of Australian Aboriginals stood near Ayer's Rock. In the distance the glory of the morning sun. The Aboriginees stood with spears and their faces painted in various patterns. One pointed to a ghost-like image of a Tall ship in the distance, flowing, "not to the burial ground of our ancestors, the white spirit does not want shit", he spat on the ground.

Darth nodded, then rode to a group of American young ones from a Catholic Apostolic Life in the Spirit. "In Australia, the national hero is someone called Ned Kelly. A thief and murders of cops, but a national hero in the country. He defied the shit with guns and their laws and their courts. That is the nature of Australian people, as distinct from Anglo-Saxon shit who think they are Australian. Those laws that are fair and proper, no one minds and accepts, but those court orders that are purchased for a price, those that protect the shit occupational group called magistrates and judges and barristers, those Australian have a complete disregard for. One reason the national hero is a man who was a thief and took to killing pigs with guns called police. Him being a thief is excused by the fact that he defied the Anglo-Saxon shit and shot as many of them as tried to harrass him."

Darth rode to the group of police officers now also forming in the imagery. He rode about them. "For the life of me I can not imagine why a pathetic human-ape would dedicate his or her life to the protection of the rich, to putting people in prisons, to throwing out families on the street when they can not afford to pay rent, all this to please some rich man or corporation. What a dedication! Surely dedicating your life to eating shit might be a more noble, more ethics, more moral, more decent an occupation than what you do."

Into the imagery a monkey. This monkey was one of the monkeys trained at a particular science institute to use human sign language. As Darth focused on the monkey, the monkey used sign language. Darth focused on one of the psychics who knew sign language. The psychic explained, "the monkey said please stop referring to human shit as human-apes, the monkey finds this offensive, to in anyway be related to or associated with soldiers or police or any other human god with a gun."

"Sorry", Darth flowed to the monkey and the monkey faded out of the setting.

Darth turned his horse toward Lisa and Harla. Both had dismounted their horses and were now in hysterics. Both holding one hand over their mouth and the other on their tummies, desperately trying to block absolute laughter from flowing into the telepathy channels. Darth rode to the Australian Aboriginals and explained to them, "sometimes my daughters like to take the mickey out of me...maybe that was not the monkey we know...both my daughters are clever enough to form an image of a monkey in our visions. And considering their reaction", Darth glanced at both, still absolutely and desperately trying to block hysterical laughter, "they probably formed the image of the monkey."

One of the Aboriginal psychics, carefully considering all that came to her attention, said quietly to Darth, "you have a divine will....my people", she pointed to those with her, "are at your command."