 V“Ladies
and Gentlemen, please be seated, we all know that he was trapped for years by
his delusions. We are not trying to discover something of little significance
here; he has a truth deep within himself we all know may well shape the history
of mankind. Let us all just stay focused and put aside our differences so we
can delve into Fredrick’s thoughts” Tom, hired by the board to keep the focus
of the panel of scientists, researchers and inventors, people of every
discipline who were hired for this task of discovering the hidden secrets that
were found hidden deep within every type of schizophrenic, Mr. Thomas Hyptus
tried to remember just where they left off yesterday and keep everyone focused.
This,
the Center for Inner Consciousness was developed under the guise that indeed
people of delusion upon the onslaught of there “illness” carried within their
mind truths that they the average person could never discover. Remembering
yesterday’s focus and the discoveries already found he went on to tell the
audience that there still was hope to be found within the psyche this young man
possessed. Frederick J. Pizone, the object of the crowd’s examination was still
looking around with that blank look on his face. Tom Hyptus, the negotiator,
looked over at Frederick and remembered the thought they heard within the
babblings of this lunatic.
“I am
building a city, a city within everyone’s minds. You just don’t seem to
understand, we are here to stay, within yourself you find this place we call
home” Frederick went on, “your fair sister, the state, wants to destroy my work
– get off my back.” Beyond everyone’s comprehension Fredrick made statements,
statements broad, evasive yet: to each individual mind from the Government
speculators to the engineers, every statement conjured up unique images in the
mind. Who would have guessed that this seemingly retarded man was relaying a
message so diverse, directed, and tactfully spoken that each and every image
collectively was placing Fredrick’s image uniquely in all the researchers
minds; thus he was creating that city he spoke of. Still he knew he had a long
road ahead before he could direct this collective thought into action. Tom,
looking back, remembered the puzzled look on everyone’s’ face yesterday, yet he
knew all the words this man spoke held a strong and powerful message everyone
here was missing, with the exception of the psychics. But even they were at
odds with each other as to just what was seen there and what it all meant.
Fredrick
looked around the room with a new expression on his face, He looked around, and
each face his sight fell on he sensed the turmoil they carried. He smiled with
this piecing look in his eyes as his sight fell on Brenda, his psychologist. He
wanted her to know, “I am not deceived by all your friends’ inquiries, and I
know what you are all about.” Brenda, sensing this nervously looked away with
the sense that he had just taken something out of her she had hoped he would
never see. She thought, “I just don’t have the answers for you Fredrick.” He
simply smiled at her and looked on.
Tom
Hyptus thought back in time to the strides these researchers had made with
other patients. He thought of the story about how a girl with manic depression
named Susan helped found societies with answers to a person’s well-being, and
told himself that, “Psychologists still referred to her contribution as their greatest
step forward. Why are we having such trouble finding this man’s answer?”
Tom Hyptus spoke to the audience and proceeded with, “Now we all know
Frederick has something of great significance, why are we not seeing it?” The
crowd hushed as he went on to tell them that if they hoped to find out just
what Frederick was saying that they needed to stay clear and open minded, just
as Fredrick’s friend relayed to them the day before. Fredrick let out a blurb,”
You’ll never catch me! You just want me dead!”
It
became increasingly difficult for the people of the institute to keep him
focused on the real objective they all desired to discover. They thought maybe
he needed an increase in his medication. Only thing was that if they increased
his meds they might be stifling his openness. They decided against it then.
“Shut up! Your thoughts are killing me. You still don’t understand” The
audience thought back to the day they had all agreed on just how much Frederick
needed them to slow down, clear their minds, and let him speak.
Tom
thought of all the furthering of this society and all the lessons taught by
others of similar “illnesses”. He thought of the manic depression patient who
while in his more energized state afforded them an answer for nuclear cold
fusion. He thought of the great leaps forward in the world when they
first discovered that mental patients held truths only a genius would have. He
thought of how if quieted the patients came up with ideas only those simple
minded people could give society.
Frederick
was about to speak again when to his surprise his old friend Jeremy
interjected, “Fred, we know what you are saying, yet, we’re not sure we can do
all you ask. Are you proposing we begin digging beneath the city and we’ll find
gold vain the likes of which have never been seen yet. Or are you
speaking metaphorically that what is beneath in our psyches is a gold mine?”
Fredrick was thrown into frenzy over such a prospect. “Why, even my best
friend cannot understand my words, he’s still out there waiting for me.” He
thought of the day he and his friend could easily speak of dreams they both
had.
He
dreamed of that day again when he and Jeremy would spend the afternoon in the
psych ward reminiscing about what they would do with their knowledge.
They indeed had dreams the real world would never understand let alone follow.
Jeremy was a quiet boy then and only spoke to Fredrick on days his medications
weren’t working, (because he didn’t take them). Why today of all days did
Jeremy want him to disclose his secrets. Was someone influencing him?
Then up
spoke a gentleman from the audience, dressed in a black suit, “Even you,
Fredrick know Jeremy does have yours and our best interests in mind. He surely
would not lead you astray. Listen to him and let us know if he in so off base.”
Jeremy piped up for he could see what turmoil he was causing in Fred’s mind.
“Oh, they put him back on his meds again”, thought Fredrick.
He
could not speak to me this way thought Fred as he looked through the audience
to make eye contact with Jeremy’s therapist. That day Fredrick spoke to the
audience as though he were their psychologist; and how he knew their thoughts
and that they must, if they wanted his answer, they must keep their thoughts
silent for him to share his.
He knew
he could read Dr. Velp like a book and he would know then; didn’t they have
Jeremy on a new medication, one that would give him extra strength. Those damn
medications; they melded us to their liking. Why with the right combinations of
medication we are turned on and off like robots with switches, he thought.
“Why thank you sirs, I’m having my day of glory when you all begin to
see, we have so much to offer.” Fredrick proclaimed in proud sarcasm.
Jeremy’s
doctor avoided Fred’s’ glair for he knew Fred saw in his that indeed Jeremy was
on a new medication. Doctor Velp thought, “Why do these damn patients nowadays
have such powers of perception. What ever happened to the days when say a
patient would come to us could we just as well read them with the same power?”
Doctor Velp just sat back feeling totally helpless as both Jeremy and Fred took
over the audience with their suggestions.
The
roles reversed between the therapists and their patient. The norm these days as
they, the patients, seemed to be taking over so much. Doctor Velp grumbled
under his breath, “What will they take over next? When will we the doctors get
back our powers to heal? They don’t seem so much to be in need of healing as to
be heard, and wow are they being heard these days.”
They
speak with such power thought Tom Hyptus. With only two mental patients in this
room of a hundred professionals they the patients were taking over the thoughts
of everyone. Why the other day when the hypnotist tried to use his power over
the patients they seemed to turn everything around on the audience. Even on
several of the audience were influences that the hypnotist tried giving the
patients. The audience was more influenced by the post hypnotic suggestions
than were the patients. That’s why security whisked them back off to the
hospital for a short time and for closer observation. Were they getting out of
hand with whatever powers they seemed to possess; many thought?
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The Five of Wands card suggests that my power today lies in practice. I play fair and can hold my own in against my peers in my chosen arena. I develop confidence, refine my intentions, and make progress by being prepared to put my desires, beliefs, ideas, or skills to the test or put my "money where my mouth is." I am empowered by healthy competition and I transform through preparedness.
via; Astrology.com
The Less Traveled Path
by: Jim Osowski
Chapter One
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