By Peter Brown
Key Themes: schizophrenia, psychiatry, telepathy
Pete is a telepath with too much time on his hands, he’s talked to everyone even if they did not talk to him, and I mean everyone. The people in the city’s clandestine ministry of interior have tracked Pete down and after much work they think they have Pete where they want him. Yes Pete’s adventures start in city 29’s psychiatric unit, will Pete be rehabilitated? Come and find out as Pete meets many who try to stifle him and help him in his undertaking to have a righteous time.
About the Author
Peter Brown / Brent Power has been a voice hearer for 11 odd years, he came off his prescribed anti psychotic drugs for six months and lived for then believing he was telepathic, hence where the material for this book comes from. He felt that in writing this book he might cause people to question the dangerous stigma that dogs schizophrenics in present society and to see them too as valid members of society. Of course the voices did cause him great pain but then “all societies have evil elements” he reflects.
God looked down…they knew Pete.
God looked down upon Voodoo man, a twenty year old who often stared up at God, searching for some father figure that he had lost long ago. God would have smiled down on him, he would then have inhaled God‘s spirit, then turn away, promptly denying to himself where that momentary love had come from, and march onwards, sore.
Recently though he had let himself drift further away from God (who always looked down) and had grown somewhat annoyed and resentful of God, the God he could less and less look in the eye. And so he had begun to manipulate his associates and friends. The darkness this entailed had begun to drive his life. He was getting more and more out of control. This change was influencing his mind but he wondered,
“It was just the end of puberty or something. After all the world allows it.” He was giddy as his new life spun around his thoughts.
It was in this sensitive state he bumped into Pete.
God looked down on Joe Bob. Joe Bob, an angelic refugee, had made a mistake around the fall of his then friend - the devil (from the grace of God). God felt the best way for him to learn and mend his ways was to live with the humans polluted by sin from Eden. He was filtered down generation by generation, as some new family’s son. They say “God works in mysterious ways”. That “God is benevolent.” No such way was evidently more “mysterious” or “benevolent” than the fact that God wiped Joe Bob’s memory clean with each incarnation and new family. God would alert each set of parents to his identity by a visitation, just as the virgin Mary had been told about Jesus’ birth. Secret historians had documented all of his lives in secret books. These historians were alerted to his lives as this peculiar arrangement implemented by God always caused curiosity from the hidden world of spirits, a place that withheld few secrets.
Although blind to the results and lessons of each of his five hundred odd lives he was beginning to learn how to beat these historians, parents and others by a second nature that could not be denied to him. Recent lives had been an extravagant cat and mouse game with them. He denied them their victories and his actions were more and more often leaving them confused and baffled. He was likened to a “skilled swordsman who was blind.” He remembered life mistakes like distant uncertain dreams.
Yet unbeknown to him he would meet a good friend in this life – Pete, who would confirm to him the lives he suspected he had lived, have a final victory and a reconciliation.
God looked down on Wolfie. Wolfie was dead. God disliked looking at the dead for a good reason. The dead were always aware of His sight, any influences that would have leaked into their subconsciousness they would have been unaware of when they had been living where now noticed. Now if they saw God looking down on them they would rejoice for days, thinking he was praising them and then thinking they were righteous - a massive false exaltation. They would try and teach disciples. It would evidently all cause harm.
God left the dead alone but some people could see God. People who had witnessed His spirit during their lifetime, they knew God saw them, and they did not bother Him. They waited for His return.
Where was Wolfie in this relationship? During life he had been a successful businessman. God had just looked down on him and he was reminded of a strange feeling, a feeling he had shunned during his life many times. He immediately knew who it had come from; in shame he did not look up. He appeared in front of Pete. He acknowledged a sallow thin young man with straw hair in some distress. And there he was, but he was silent for now.
God looked down on Nile. Nile was a collective of demonic forces, Nile were immediately aware of what had happened and did not need to look or meet His eyes to know whose gaze rested on them.
“Fuck off!” they snarled to God. They were aggressive to God, but the less they saw him the better, as this momentary engagement with Righteousness had killed off a section of them. They swarmed away spinning and cutting, sucked in a metaphysical vacuum which formed as they had nothing to engage or hurt. For now they could not think, they fell infinite metres banging off sharp rocks. They spread, cursing one another but from far off they saw a light. They soared to it.
They seemed to have arrived in some sort of hospital. They searched for whom they might devour. Pete was there relaxed on a bed, reading.
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