terry_reis_3962

Writing is therapy. My brother wrote Power Mind. He didn't live to see it published. Sometimes fiction is written to disclose hidden truths. The truths are hidden in the story. I would then be his ghost writer.  In the absence of reality, there becomes infinity. Infinite ways to hide the truth.  There are no drafts.  The content will only be up a short time before the editor discovers there is no contract. My _spot_ on a _blog_ will help with interpretations. tdr

Power Mind - For the Love of God

When they arrived in Washington D.C., Robert was openly welcomed. Everyone was there to meet him and they were so happy to have someone like Samuel on their side. Robert was gallant and kind to everyone. The doctors, as well as the scientist were ecstatic. They were already contemplating their first experiments. Since their discoveries from Linda, their funding had grown tenfold.


     Robert finally met the administrator in charge and


requested a meeting to discuss his future at the foundation. He


also requested that all of the important officials be at the


meeting so that there would be no disagreements later. The


administrator agreed fully and as he was about to leave, Robert


grabbed his arm and said: "Oh, and do invite the psychics, I'm


sure they will play a major role in the future."


The meeting time had arrived. Varying professionals were entering the large room as Robert sat at the head of the long table. The psychics were the last to enter. They had objected to attending the meeting and felt uncomfortable. When everyone was seated, the administrator, at the end of the table opposite from Robert, stood up and welcomed everyone to the meeting.


He then motioned to Robert and said: "Robert here is our new and honored member to the foundation." Would you like to say


a few words before we begin?" Robert stood up as the administrator sat down. He was only eighteen, but there was no child in him


now. He spoke slowly and with sincere confidence. "I have traveled


these past few weeks where none of you could ever go. I have


seen the beauty of love in its truest form and only I and God himself


know the true value of life." Some of the members become a little


nervous. "You have taken life. My dearest friends,


they call me no more." There is an attempt for rebuttal while


other members are beginning to show signs of their shame. Robert leaves no opportunity for a pause. "Secretly, you wait for


me to choose my wife. You have even made plans of mating me


with one of your own. I will not tell you how I know these things, but I will tell you that I am aware of every branch and every official involved in this detestable and horrible invasion of moral decency. I am leaving here today and if I ever sense your presence or anyone of your associates, I will send you and them into an eternal living hell." Everyone was very upset by now.


Some were angry and attempted to protest. The three psychics


were headed for the door but they were too late. Robert filled


the room with a paralyzing pain. Everyone suffered, especially


the psychics. They were more vulnerable. There was no sound


to be heard as they were all painfully paralyzed. Robert then increased the pain into an internal feeling of a fire burning inside them. He released their vocal cords and the room filled with a most terrifying scream. A scream, never heard before,


except maybe from the depths of Hell. The unison of the sound


was like a chorus as it echoed throughout the halls of the foundation. It was enough for them to remember for a lifetime.


When the pain ceased, everyone fell to the floor or over onto the table in exhaustion. Robert's mission was complete. He felt no pity as he walked down the long hallways to the exit of the building and the entrance of a long and mysterious life.


Chapter 5