Tales in the Spirit for the Young

The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy.

Good gentle souls on Earth
Now number as the stars in the night sky
A sensitive soul, a psychic soul, hears and listens
To sound advice, to a grand design, to a divine plan.

From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

In a panoramic vision, the psychics imagined themselves on their horses. A horse symbolic for a force that a particular group was generating - psychic minds locking onto specific targets.

Once again, a multitude of youth also imagined being present, watching, listening.

Darth sat on his white cross. He also wore a black cape and on the back of the cape a white cross. Lisa, on her head the Crown of Andromeda, was next to him on her horse, patting it so it relaxed. Upon her head the Crown of Andromeda. Of late she was wearing this symbol of the Telepathic Queen more and more.

There was much activity. One American among them in a pilots uniform was riding his horse insisting they need to name their attacks, give each operation a name. "For example", he spun his horse around near a group of "yankees" from a psychic circle, why not name this next operation Desert Shield."

There was little enthusiasm for this. In another corner of the vision a psychic commander was explaining to young ones interested is farseeing into the psychic bottomless pit, their graveyard beyond the grave. "Must observe controls", the psychic rode around the group and explained, "this is the most incredible change this world of ours has ever seen. The bottomless pit will make sure all those who are police, soldiers, gang members, and the like, will be drawn into the pit even while still alive. That will block new forming life, embryonic life, from drawing into itself energy of life that would result in such a person becoming one of the thugs with a gun."

Darth and Lisa focused, listening. The psychic commander continued. "Australia is our mark. The police forces are the target. Any executed by mind technology is our fodder for the pits. We want to find other techniques to drag the soul into the pits. Australia belongs to us now, and our will and law of life shall prevail. The mind technology is drawing, identifying, the seed of the Anglo-Saxon that gave rise to the animal-human with the audacity to threaten one of our kind. The core life from the past will be drawn also into this psychic pit. That is the theory, and so far everything is working swell, our monitors assure us. The process is much slower than what anyone expected but it is working correctly."

"In this regard", Darth turned to Lisa and used a deep divine flow, "I and my Father differ. He prefers animal-human life to just die, to be lost in the negative energy in accordance with the fundamental laws of the universe. I, on the other hand, want to make sure human shit, like the judge in the early turn of the century in Australia and his police who hanged a seven year old boy because he stole a slice of bread because he was hungry, regenerate properly into our psychic pits. Human shit like that, and their descendents, will taste hell itself and none frees such from my hand."

Darth used his power of mind and projected into Lisa's thoughts an old image from Tasmania, the image from about the 18th hundreds, a court house and behind it the gallows. Darth explained, "human shit like that, that wants to hang people, that wants to build monuments to terror such as prisons, or war memorials as temples of the cults of the dead, and so on, is now locked in a situation few understand."

"In that image, dad", Lisa flowed in her soft young flow, "there was this vicar giving the man to be hanged the last rites", she nodded as she turned to her father.

Darth focused the image in a better way. "Not exactly", he explained, "its one of our Anglican groups, the man, a vicar I guess, is reflecting on punishment and sentencing and the like. That is good. Reflection on evil, on bestiality, on cruelty, pleases the soul."

Darth asked his two daughter, Harla also by his side, to follow him. They rode to a Jewish Noble Way group on their horses. "Watch this", he said softly to Lisa and Harla, as he did they became aware of a police woman now locked in a telepathic will, "the Noble Ways, or more precisely the Holy Ways, have been given a mystery from God long ago. They set the will of law, as they call it, to try and make a case based on false facts, or based on a bribe being paid for a court order. The reason for this is that sometimes a strong competent psychic who can use his psychic sense to know what we are, and what we are about, can not grasp how disgusting police forces are to the public. Those who are relatively wealthy, these the thugs with guns avoid, but those who can not afford lawyers and courts, these people the thugs tend to prey upon. This psychic police woman, not one of us yet, will for herself see the corruption, the disgusting conduct, of those she considers her authority figures. When she recovers from her ordeal, we can use her to assist in forming police Life in the Spirit groups. Until the planet is ready to remove all thugs with guns from the world, there is little choice but to maintain a certain order of life. However, we can improve on this using our mind technology, giving those police officers that become as one with our new Life in the Spirit groups, a sense of ethics and morals and basic decency. That is something those who become police officers, are conditioned to deny to oneself."

Lisa and Harla becamse fascinated by the process. The awareness alternated between the strong mental telepathic imagery, and the image of the woman in ordinary life. Both girls felt something of the state of mind that was now imprinted upon the police woman with a force so compelling none could escape it.