This Chapter conveys the method used to form a passage of the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, the passage below: (and following, a technical discussion) In the end all life comes to me Life comes to life, Evil to evil But even from pure horror an amazing life can evolve. Long ago had I learnt not to interfere with natural evolution (Wisdom) Among the transitions of life For sometimes from the most horrific of situations or the most despicable of life-forms, A lovely life can emerge A life which to me is so unique, so fine, ever so lovely, ever so precious and special. I ought to know - for I was born long ago from the pit of the horror of horrors But as to how - I have no memory of this, a time impossible to explain had passed. From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit in an Alien life-form (a most advanced alien, beyond human capacity to grasp such a life form; you could relate to such a life-form using the simple concept of an "angel". When an "angel" explains, part of the explanation is relative to God, and part to itself. Thus when the angel says "I was born long ago from the pit of the horror of horrors", it is referring to its own self not God)

                    By the next morning the husband had not returned. She awoke to find the bed empty, and in
                    a daze she wandered into the spare room and put the final touches on her monument, a
                    monument to which she gave no name..

As the birth of the spiritual child Lisa-1 was giving birth to was imminent, a complex spiritual experience began. An elusive tale, and one not from this world - a tale relative to human understanding but outside the human experience. In the actual virtual reality it seemed Darth, Kara, and Anne, and James, were the parties but this was an illusion, these people just used as an example of what could have happened in another time and another world. (At first Lisa, at that time aged eight, began to entwine but Darth and Lisa-1 sensing the experience was not going to be pleasant quickly managed to cause her to fade out of the telepathy.)

It was a tale of a woman who married a man with a tainted past about which she did not know. They married and had three children, a large house, the man had a good job. All seemed well, they seemed content. The woman lived not far from her sister who also had a husband and two children.

The woman's husband had one apparent problem which seemed to run in the family. He was rather fond of gambling and almost every weekend would spend a few hours on the telephone with a bookmaker and on many weekends he would go away with his father to races. She was not much fussed by this because he had a fine job and always seemed to have money.

The two sisters were fond one one another, talking almost every day on the telephone. Her sister's husband never took to the man in question, something about the man bothered him.

After the third child was born things took a strange turn. Often she wound up with abdominal infections, infections which her physician explained were caused by her husband who, it would seem, lacked a certain standard of hygiene in matters of toileting. After the third time the woman was seriously ill with such an infection, a thorough investigation was made at a local hospital as to what the cause was.

After she recovered from the infection, and while waiting for the results, one morning after rain had fallen during the night the woman noticed a leak on the ceiling. Being rather handy with tools, she decided to investigate and found a way onto the roof. She came across a box hidden deep in the roof of their house. She was puzzled. The box was very old, and by looking at it she could see it belonged to her husband. She opened it and found twenty check books and one video tape. Each check was in a name which was a variation of her husband's name. There was also a strange piece of paper, partially burned, with the words, "debt now 200,000, you have three months."

She was worried. What did it mean? When she came down from the roof she placed the tape into the tape player and watched in horror. From the moment she saw the title of the movie, and then what appeared to be a name the same as her husband's in the headings, she was in shock. It was a child pornography video but much more than this, it was vicious abuse of children, beating to the point of skin peeling and various tortures. Long after the movie ended, she was sitting starring, in shock, unable to put anything into perspective. What did it mean? She realized it was very late and time to pick up her children from school. Quickly, shaking, she climbed into the roof again and hid the tape in the box.

That night and for the subsequent few nights she did not say much to her husband when he came back from work. She was also in no mood to cook dinner or play with the children - but as he often did her husband cooked the dinner and played with the children.

From time to time she rang the hospital to see if the results were back but there was a strange silence about the matter.

A month later a policeman arrived at her door with a physician from the hospital. What the doctors had found upon a thorough examination of her womb and abdomen was shocking - feces, and some animal feces. The matter was reported to the police who had put the husband under surveillance. What the surveillance had observed was that the husband was involved with a particular gambling family that had existed for generations, a gambling family that, when a debt began and could not be met, sold their first child to the gambling family. Such a child was then usually tortured, in such a way that few marks remained but the life that emerged was different to the life that was. Somehow such a child usually survived and even seemed perfectly normal, but they were continually in the debt of the gambling family and would do anything the gambling family wanted. The gambling family operated disgusting gambling clubs, ones in which various acts of debauchery took place and bets were placed on these. The police asked the woman not to say anything, and not to have sexual relations with her husband again for now, until they completed their investigation.

The woman went deep into shock. While she had a sister with whom she spoke almost every day, she never revealed anything about the whole matter. But by now she was feeling dehumanized, and the tension and horror was building. One day she took into the spare room different colored cardboard and began to put together a monument. As she was building this, cutting cardboard pieces and putting them together, she was trying to make sense of all this. Her husband, as far as she could see, was normal, loved her and his children. While on many weekends he was away and she knew it was gambling, she assumed it was a legal type horse gambling, and he never lacked money and they had a large modern house. Very little of all this made sense.

By now the police investigation was extensive and large, and she often saw an unmarked police car outside her own house waiting to see when her husband would return from work. She had avoided sexual relations on the pretext that the physician had advised, because of her abdominal pains, not to indulge in such until everything clears. So far she claimed the disease had not cleared. Every week she would go to a specialist clinic in which her womb and internals was meticulously cleaned but even after the cleaning was complete she did not want to have relations with her husband - and the feeling of having been dehumanized grew stronger after each such cleaning.

One day two policeman arrived and gave the woman tragic news. Her husband's involvement in gambling was extensive but where he was getting the money from, that was not clear. His salary in his normal job was large but because their house was modern and large, his wages paid for the mortgage and food and their two cars but there was nowhere near enough left for the gambling debts her husband seemed to have acquired under different names. Also, they asked the woman whether her husband had what looked like a birthmark, a large one, somewhere on his buttocks. The woman nodded. On hearing this the policeman explained that it may be a skin graft. What the gambling family used to do to the children they abused would beat them, under a local anesthetic, in one spot, until the skin peeled. Then they used other drugs to stop the child falling into an unconscious state from the pain as the anesthetic was wearing off. This experience was pain, pure pain, it was so painful it was unbearable to think of. Days later a skin graft would be placed on the spot. From that time on, using some kind of hypnotic telepathy channel, when the gambling family wanted something from the adult with that mark, they would begin to remind the adult of the pain. This was a warning, that if the adult does not do what they wanted they would cause pain, unbearable pain, pain beyond human endurance.  The child was of course allowed to live with the original family but from time to time would be brought by the parent for pornographic movies. The parent, like the child, had the same scar.

On hearing this the woman went into even a deeper shock. She relayed a story to the police. In the young days of their marriage, before they had their first child and while she was working, she came back one day to find her husband weeping, weeping so much, on the bed. He would only, barely, manage to explain that he was in pain. She called a local doctor who had come and injected the strongest pain killers but these, to the astonishment of the doctor, seemed to have very little effect. The husband did not want to go to hospital or to follow this up, so the doctor left.

Another month passed and her husband was due to leave for the weekend again, gambling at the track as she always thought he did. Something strange happened just before the Saturday. On Friday night suddenly she saw her husband rushing to the car, on his face a look of pain, and before she could say anything he was out of the driveway.

By the next morning the husband had not returned. She awoke to find the bed empty, and then perhaps by intuition and in a daze she wandered into the spare room and put the final touches on her monument, a monument to which she gave no name - a monument to a man who through no fault of his own survived pure horror and managed to build a loving family. Then she hurriedly called her sister to come and mind the kids because she had something urgent to do. The sister came, puzzled, but the woman did not explain and simply got into her car and drove to her sister's house. When her sister's husband opened the door, she said she wanted to tell him something. She explained all to him not allowing him to say much or ask any questions. Then she asked, "will you marry me also, if something happens to Janken?"

The question was strange, outside the scope of the law, but the husband did not know what to make of her story - the shock, the horror, and the complete contradiction in that as far as he could see her husband was perfectly balanced and normal. However, seeing the grief in her eyes - or madness, he thought for a moment, for the story was bizarre beyond anything he could imagine - he said that of course he would. The woman left. The man was left puzzled, completely so, seriously wondering if his sister-in-law had not gone insane - the story sounded crazy as did the question she asked him, she knowing full well he was already married to her sister. When his own wife returned he asked if her sister had been stressed or had problems in her marriage. The wife replied no, and this in a way which made the husband believe and he did not tell the story fearing he would not be believed.

Early next morning, many hours before dawn, a number of police and military cars arrived outside her house. She had not been able to sleep and peeked through the curtain when the cars stopped. She walked to the spare room, and wrote on a piece of paper, "I don't want anyone to understand my reason for this monument." She stuck this note on the monument she had completed and then went to open the door.

Police, counselors, and military officers entered the house. She was informed of most tragic news. Her husband's body was found in the city. He was beaten to death in such a way that the skin had peeled and the bones were exposed. To stop him going unconscious, a drug was used, a very rare drug, a drug that reacted with the chemistry of a beaten body in such a way that the body could no longer be easily disposed of for fear of a particular virus being born and spreading. The military were called in and the body was taken aboard a plane and was now on its way to be dropped into the depths of the ocean. At the same time another body was aboard the plain, beaten but not to the same extent, and the death was via a bullet. The body was that of a daughter of one of the heads of the gambling family. What had happened was that the woman's husband, knowing his life was at an end and the pain already starting, found one of the daughters of a gambling don, a woman about thirty, and sexually abused her in such a way that she ended up horribly bleeding. The husband went into hiding. The daughter managed to drive herself to her father who ordered the biggest reward seen for the death of the husband. The husband was found quickly and the death executed in accordance with the gambling family rules, and the daughter was also executed for reasons not clear.

The military also explained that at this time the father and mother of her husband had been taken away and executed, as was a younger brother, and the reason was that the three were also into a debt with this gambling family and had committed atrocities to their children and in other ways. By now one hundred members, worldwide, who belonged to this gambling family, an atrocious family that somehow passed their trade from the dark ages to new generations, all such had been found thanks to her husband who had kept a special set of notes in a safe, and all were by now executed. Many were still being sought, and the woman was no longer safe in her house for this reason.

The matters were taken care of quickly. The woman explained that she wanted to marry her brother-in-law, that she needed someone she could trust and he was the only one she could think of, to help her look after her three children. While against the law as such, the military explained they could arrange that, that a High Court judge could sign such a marriage contract under circumstances such as these. The military had also arranged for another house to which she could be moved, as well as her sister and brother-in-law who would also become her husband, and their two children who were much older than the women's children. The woman and the three children were taken by car to a local police station. At much the same time another police car arrived at her sister's house. The matter was explained and the woman gave her consent to the marriage her sister wanted, with her own husband, and she and her husband, and the two children, were taken to the local police station also. From there all were taken a long distance to a Court House where a judge was waiting. A marriage was deemed legal, the existing wife and the older children were the witnesses, and the group was taken to a very large house which would from this time be theirs. In the meantime removal vans were being arranged to bring all the furniture and content of the two houses to this large one.

No one spoke much during this journey. The woman's three young children were told something terrible had happened to their father. When they arrived at the new house which was very large with many rooms, the woman wanted to be alone in one of the bedroom with her new husband while the sister looked after the three children, who were demanding to know what had happened. She did not want to say anything, she would leave that to the mother.

In the bedroom, the woman embraced her new husband and said she wanted him to make love to her. The man, still coming to grips with all this and not quite sure why suddenly he, legally, had two wives, wanted to talk. She allowed this, but often put a finger over his mouth when he asked questions about the past. Finally, not satisfied by her explanations, and when once more she insisted she wanted to make love, he said, "I don't know....you need a psychiatrist, because of what you had been through, not someone making love to you...you could be hurt immensely by me doing that at the moment, please understand."

The woman insisted, trying to explain that she did not want him to understand why she had built a monument to her husband, that she did not want him to feel too much pity or compassion. " Janken was a child of terror, so abused he became no longer human....yet he managed to love three children and me...he came from such a background which is horror to those who know even a little of his past....yet he managed to build a family, to instill respect in his children...he was a child sold to pure evil and yet somehow managed to overcome evil....no, I don't love him anymore, but yes, I respect him."

The way in which the woman told this story made the man stand in awe, until finally he said, "I had never much taken to Janken...something about him put me off....but all in all, and in the way he died, he was a hero."

"Yes", the woman nodded, on her face a look of such relief that someone else had understood something so macabre in the way she had. She leant against her new husband, shaking, in tears, but also a deep relief - the only man who understood, as she hoped he would, what must surely seem as her obsession with a monument and the desire not to be counseled about the matter.

A knock at the door. A policeman again, asking the man to step outside and make some decisions. "Should your new wife and her children be allowed to see any of the existing members of that family?"

The man thought about this and then said, "no, she had been through enough, I don't know what else might surface in these circumstances."

"For the sake of the children, what ought the death certificate say?", the Policeman asked.

"Death by misadventure I suppose, I don't know", the man replied.

The policeman nodded and left. The first van with belongings arrived. As the back door was opened the man noticed a monument, a tall one - the monument his new wife had spoken about. He asked that it be put in the back yard. By now it was morning with a golden sun pouring over the land.

The man called his new wife and asked what she wanted to do with the monument. She took one look, knelt before it, said a prayer, then turned to her new husband and said, "burn it." She walked away into the house. The man looked and looked - tall, like a tower, made of dark blue cardboard, something eerie and sinister and macabre about the monument and yet - and yet - it was a monument which captured terror. A "Monument to Terror", the man thought as he lit a match and threw it.

In the house the sister who was looking after the three young children was at her wits end trying to work out what to do. She herself was often crying, but not saying anything about what had happened. The children, upset by her tears and the tragic news about which they knew little,  were also frightened and wanted their mother. The woman called her new husband and allowed him to explain to the children whatever he wanted, while she sat silently.

The man, lost in his wit what to do or say in this situation, said softly to the grieving children, "your father has been killed....in a very bad way....in such a bad way the police think it is not safe for us to live in our existing houses....why he was killed is a mystery but we need to cope and adjust. You mother also did something very strange, I don't fully understand this yet, but I am legally no longer your uncle."

"What does this mean?", the eldest of the woman's children, a young girl, asked her mother.

"Later, I will, we will, explain later", the woman replied. Then she asked her sister and her new husband to come to a bedroom. In it she asked her sister, "do you mind if your husband makes love to me?"

The sister glanced at the two, and said matter of fact, "what an insulting question....of course I don't mind....you need some sympathy....you need to feel a woman again...this whole....concept....of I and you being his wife, is puzzling me, it happened so fast I can't put my head around this but not important for now...in time I am sure we will work out a reasonable and sensible way of....of...for now...just talk to him, release the horror in you in whichever way you need to release it. I really don't understand why you chose him and not me to talk to, seeing you two never talked much before, but now since he is also your husband, he has the obligation to listen to you, to help you with the grieving process."

While the two were left in the bedroom, once more a policeman was at the door. He had brought more official papers, with new names including passports for all, and explained, "under some circumstances, very unique and tragic circumstances, there is provision in law in which a court can marry a woman to a man who is already married. Your sister, and you, are legal wives. You are all mature adults, I am sure you can work things out between you. If anyone ever questions the fact that you, or your sister, claim to be your husband's wife, here is a court order which can be formally pursued. Also the title deed to this house are yours, and you need to sign over the title deeds to both existing houses to the court. The net value of this house is about the same as the value of both of the other houses."

Two weeks had passed. During this time the man slept with his new wife, but they had not made love in the way she wanted. The man was reluctant, uncertain if he understood his new wife. She was younger than her sister but the resemblance between the two was striking, so much so that often all he could see in his new wife was just a younger version of his existing wife. To make love to her, because of that resemblance was not a problem for him, the problem was not being able to make sense of her state of mind and having a genuine concern that such a sexual act may harm her psychologically. The woman accepted the man's point about this, and instead they spend many a night simply talking. She did not want to talk about the past, but she was worried about her three children and was depending on the man to find answers, explanations, which in time the children would seek. This was something deeply important to the man also because when each child was young he had in fact looked after them, himself having a business of his own and time on his hand, while the woman often worked - it was only in recent years that her former husband had attained a very fine job that paid much, before that she often had to work to supplement the family income. In fact, the man had looked after the three young children from such a young age he had even changed their diapers, and for so many years he did this that in many ways the three already felt toward him as a "father" more than an "uncle."  It was certainly true that he and his wife's sister had not that much in common and did not talk much even when together, and, he felt, the reason she chose him to be her new husband was for the sake of her children. While she eventually fell asleep, often with her hand on his torso, while the man remained awake, thinking about the future and how best to explain all this to "their" children - they would want to know, especially as they grew, especially when suddenly they had no contact with the other side of the family, especially when they were adults. They loved their father, that he knew, and for this reason and their sake he did not want to smear his name or memory in their souls and hearts - but how?