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

Robert's show of force at the foundation had left an imprint on all those present in that very boardroom. Everyone present immediately resigned, including the psychics. But Robert's attempt had backfired at the other departments. Their curiosity


was unsurprisingly magnified. They could easily refill the departure of the foundation members, but they needed at least one psychic


After being thoroughly briefed, the new administrators decided to hold back until the necessary psychic was found.


They searched through colleges and universities, visiting any paranormal departments and asking any potential individual if they could psychically locate a certain individual which they were required to describe, knowing nothing about the individual up front. They were expected to describe Robert but as of yet, no one had qualified.


Time had passed until one day when one of the secretaries at the CIA read an article about a young girl who was able to


name a playing card before she saw it. The foundation investigated and found that the girl was not only aware of Robert but could. describe him perfectly. The girl was only twelve and there was quite a bit of difficulty acquiring her from her parents. The foundation made many attempts and promises, but it was to no avail. Her parents loved her dearly and did not want her involved in research. Finally, they refused to speak to any members of


The foundation withdrew and two weeks later, the little child was abducted on her way from school. She was blind folded as she cried,


and did not see daylight again until she was locked inside the walls


of the foundation. She was a beautiful little girl with long blond


hair and brown eyes. Her name was Kristal. The foundation gave her


~all the love she could possibly need. They selected a very nice and beautiful young woman to be her constant companion and guide. Her and Krystal got along very well, and after a couple of weeks, Kristal was beginning to


feel more at home and less worried about going home. She tried not to show it, but she deeply missed her mom and dad. It was almost time for the foundation to make use of its newly acquired asset.


Kristal's parents searched frantically for their only daughter First they went to the police and then to the FBI. They told


their story about the people from the Delta Research Foundation, but neither could locate any such organization. Her parents were hopeless and decided just to go home and pray.


Chapter 9